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When she didn't wake up a few minutes later, Alex turned on his TV and pretended his was watching, hoping she would realize this and decide to wake up. He probably should have been concerned, but he was trying to ignore that her dress was torn and he could see her body, even covered with the sheet he protected her with. Somehow, Chris appeared in his mind again, yelling at him for being an asshole when he had a woman in his room that needed help.

"What am I supposed to do?" he asked as if Chris were there. "Dude, if you haven't noticed, she's not moving very much."

He looked at Claire and rolled his eyes, pulling the sheet over her face. Seconds later, he noticed the sheet was moving and he looked around, wondering how he was going to explain how she got into his room. Claire would probably remember what happened outside of his room and knew it wouldn't be fun for anyone.

"Chris, you really should talk to me now," Alex muttered. "I don't know what to do."

"Do you always talk to yourself?" a small voice asked. Claire was awake.

Alex rolled his eyes. "No."

"Shit," she muttered, pushing the sheet off her face. "Why the fuck am I in here?"

"Well, I know Chris would want me to make sure you were safe, even though you're pissed at me."

"Who is Chris?" Claire muttered. She looked down at her dress and her cheeks reddened. He watched as she pulled the sheet up closer and looked around. "You keep mentioning him and I've never seen the guy around here."

"He's my friend."

"Imaginary friend, I'm assuming," Claire said with a smile.

"No, he's real."

Claire rolled her eyes. Her expression went from amused to pissed off and she didn't say anything else. Alex didn't know what to say and wondered if she wanted to leave his room. It wasn't as if they really knew each other and considering how she was dressed, he wasn't sure who she was. One moment, he saw a scared little girl crying alone and the next he saw a woman dressed as if she wanted someone to pay her.

"He didn't, well, he didn't touch me, did he?"

Claire's voice made him look up. She looked absolutely terrified and ready to cry; it made him want to hold her. Alex sighed and realized he spent too much time with Chris. "No, he didn't. When I walked outside, he ran off. He just left you a mess. I didn't well, know what to do with you, so I put you on the bed and covered you."

"Thanks," she muttered.

"You're welcome." Alex smiled a little.

Claire didn't return the smile.

"Look, do you want something to wear? I have a shirt or something you can use."

She nodded. "Please." He threw a shirt to her and walked into the bathroom while she put it on. "Look, I didn't even know who he was. I don't know what you thought of me tonight, but I swear, I'm not someone who gives her body out for fun. My friends always want me to spend the night with them and I hate it. I drank a little tonight and it made me a little more fun than normal, I guess."

"Okay."

Claire looked annoyed and stared at him. "Okay? That's it? You're just saying okay."

"Yeah?"

"I thought you'd want more, something to prove I'm not some crazy girl like you said earlier."

"I don't know you," Alex said. "You can say whatever you want, I still don't know you."

"You already don't like me though," Claire realized.

Alex didn't really care. He only wanted to make sure she was safe and was sure once she woke up she would leave and he could return to pretending his life sucked. "Look, someone was trying to hurt you. I just stopped him. I don't know you and I told you earlier, I don't want to be friends."

"You never said that," Claire disagreed.

"It's what I meant," Alex muttered and didn't know why she didn't get mad at him for saying that. Instead, she was just staring at him. "What?"

"You're strange."

Alex laughed. Claire was saying he was strange. He could explain to her how strange she was and he only knew her for a few hours. "Have you looked at yourself?"

"I know I'm a little strange."

"Well, at least I'm not crazy then," Alex said with a smile.

Claire smiled. "You're not, Alex." She stood up and walked toward the door. "I should find my friends."

"Do you want me to walk you there?"

"No, thanks." Claire stood at the door. "Thank you, even if you don't want to be friends." With a smile, she closed the door. He stared at the door, wondering how she left so easily when she was scared only a few minutes earlier. It was as if she could change her mood with a smile or maybe she was just pretending she was okay. He wondered when she found her friends if she would start to cry and really show them how upset she was, or if she really was okay. Alex didn't know and he didn't understand why he had to meet her, especially since she was driving him insane. He had more important things to worry about, like wishing Michelle would return to him.

Use Me Up

He fell asleep soon after Claire left and dreamed of his life when Michelle was still there. He was with Chris at some show and Michelle was sitting in the crowd, cheering them on while they fought some opponent. He would smile at her and she would return his smile and for a second, he forgot the world around him. Seconds later, his opponent would hit him and he would fall. When he would look up, Michelle wasn't standing there. He would look for her, seeing no one. His fans still cheered, they still won the match, but she wasn't there. For the first time in nearly three years, the one person he wanted in the crowd wasn't there. He felt very empty, very alone, even in the dream. He could feel the ref lift up his hand and the crowd would erupt, but all he heard was her voice, saying she didn't love him.

He woke up, realizing he was alone in the hotel room and it was morning, rain pouring outside his window.

Alex took a shower and sat down on his bed, realizing he was alone.

His phone was sitting near him and he had another text from Chris, wondering why he wouldn't answer anyone. He was determined to make everyone leave. If Michelle wanted to leave, he didn't need anyone else. He didn't need the job that made him happy, he didn't need to wrestle, and he didn't need Chris for his friend. He really wanted to be alone.

At least, he wanted to be alone until there was a knock on his door that made him look up.

Who is at his door? It just might be Claire. Lol. REVIEW.