"John, wake up." I ordered, unable to move from the bear hug he'd put me in as we slept. I grunted trying once again to break through his grasp but sadly I'm a weakling.

"John, let me go!" I yelped, pushing on his chest, kicking my feet slightly. I lay on top of him and his hands were locked at the small of my back. I sighed realizing that my attempts were futile. I rested my head back upon him, drifting back to sleep.

John smiled, faintly, leaning forward slightly and kissing the top of my head. "Morning."

"Ah, you're awake." I exclaimed, raising my head to look at him. His smile widened and he opened his eyes looking at me. "I can't believe you're awake. Now let me go."

"What fun would that be?" He cooed, flipping me and taking his place on top of me. I pushed on his chest, giggling slightly, trying to remove him. He grabbed both of my wrists, pinning me down, using his other hand to lift up my shirt. He looked over at the clock and said, "We've got some time, let's have a little fun."

"John, get off of me!" I cried, trying desperately to get out from under him as he pulled my shirt up even higher. He lowered his hand, gripping at my thigh, painfully and I winced, jerking away from him.

"Aw, sweetie come on don't be like that."

"I'm not your sweetie and get the fuck off of me!" I yelped, kneeing him as hard as I could in the groin. He pulled away and I retreated to the other side of the room, crying.

I looked up at John; my breathing was labored as was his. He looked at me for a moment, somewhat confused at my opposition to his advances.

"Michelle, I…" He began but had trouble finding the right words. After all, what could you say to someone that you just tried to force yourself on? "I'm sorry."

I didn't reply, I ran into my room, closing the door behind me and locking it, crawling into bed and trying to rest, sleep wouldn't come after that.

I made sure to be up earlier than needed. I definitely wasn't going to be riding with John today. Though it was what I was supposed to be doing, I ran to Candice instead, making up an excuse of John's relapse of kindness. She agreed to let me go with her and I was more thankful than I'd ever been to anyone in my life prior to this point. I managed to stay away from John all day and as the show was coming to a close, I stood backstage with Ric Flair, trying to get a ride with him back to the hotel. If there was one thing that I was good at, it was avoiding something I wanted nothing to do with.

"Come on, you know you want to take me with you. Please." I begged, probably a little over-eager, making him question my true intentions. Before he could respond though I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I turned slightly and the second I saw John behind me, my whole body began to shake.

"Is something wrong?" Ric asked, noticing the dramatic change in my demeanor. I smiled, shaking my head, not trusting my voice not to betray my brain.

"It's okay. I got her." The champion informed the dirtiest player and with that I was left alone with John. I didn't talk to him only exited the building ready to get to my room and far away from him.

"Are you going to talk to me?" He asked as we got up to our rooms, complete silence filling the void of time in-between.

I didn't respond, only turned the knob to my room and entered but he followed me.

"I said I was sorry. What more do you want from me?" He questioned, pulling on my arm to make me face him.

I looked up at his face, not willing to speak to him.

"I'm sorry. I really am." He repeated, trying to coax an acceptance out of me and I was in no mood to fight.

"I get it. It's fine." I assured him, lying through my teeth.

"It's not fine. You're shaking, just like you were when I came up to you at the arena. You're terrified of me." He said, and I couldn't argue because he was completely right. I was terrified of him.

"You want me to lie and tell you that I'm not. Or do you want the truth? The truth being that I want to be as far away from you as possible."

"You can't be all that mad about this morning." He defended himself, sadly.

"I can't? I think I can. I'm not going to sleep with you. And I'm not going to have 'a little fun' with you either." I raised my hands quoting John's words from earlier.

"Oh, my… you sure seemed fine with it at the club last night. Hell, you initiated that little encounter not me." He retorted and something in me snapped.

"I was dancing, trying to get away from the fact that my boyfriend dumped me. I didn't even know I was dancing with you. But you knew it was me and you kissed me back. And you started it this morning and that, in the words of Carlito, wasn't cool." I argued, feeling tears reaching my eyes. My voice had begun to break and I knew I was on the edge of crying.

He looked at me, trying to find words to argue with me. "So what? I knew it was you I was dancing with and I kissed you back. You knew you were in my room last night and you decided to sleep in there. Is it my fault that I assumed that you wanted to get a little action?"

"Get out of my room." I said pathetically, tears pouring out now.

"I… I didn't…" He stammered, obviously his intention hadn't been to make me cry.

"I said, get the hell out of my room." I shouted, pushing John toward the door.

The old John was back now, I could see it in his face and the words only confirmed it. "I should've known that you were too immature to handle a casual relationship."

I bit my tongue not willing to be drawn deeper into this verbal warfare.

"Night, sweetie." He cooed, slapping me on my ass before exiting my room and leaving me to cry alone.