Take it Off

Based on the song "Take it Off" by Ke$ha

Summary: Zack Ryder had a one night stand with Tara Travers, a Diva and Maryse's best friend. Instead of just leaving it alone, Zack is constantly following her around and acting like there's more going on between the two of them. She keeps resisting because he's pretty much a joke, but will he be able to get through to her? Will Tara end up with Zack? Or is he just going to continue following her around like a lost puppy with no luck?

"Why has Zack Ryder been following you around?" Maryse Ouellet asked her friend and fellow Diva, Tara Travers.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh God. You definitely don't want to know about that," she breathed, a slight blush forming on her cheeks.

"What did you do?" she accusingly asked, narrowing her eyes at her clearly embarrassed friend.

Tara shrugged. "Do you by any chance remember that night that we all went out after the show?" she began.

"Like last week?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

"Oh my God. Please don't tell me…did you sleep with him?" Maryse asked, in shock.

She nodded again. "Guilty as charged," she mumbled.

Maryse slapped her palm against her forehead roughly. "Oh my God," she groaned.

"And now I can't seem to get rid of him. I was drunk, and so was he, but…I dunno. I guess he thinks that it was more than just a one night stand. But it wasn't," Tara explained.

"I can't believe this. You…ugh…"

Tara's eyes were focused on the ground, as the two headed towards catering.

"Whoopsie," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

Maryse chuckled. "I can't…wow. You're so screwed now. You do know that, right?"

Tara nodded. "Yeah. He pops up everywhere I am. It's like he has some sort of GPS tracker on me or something."

"That's hilarious. Only you could get yourself into a situation like that," she laughed.

"I know."

"So what are you gonna do about this?" Maryse asked, as the two women made their way over to the tables of food, opting on bottled water, before they sat at an empty table.

Tara shrugged. "I have no idea. But I've gotta do something about it soon because he's driving me crazy."

"Yeah. I mean, of all people…he's just…" Maryse made a disgusted face. "Ugh," she scoffed.

"I know. I mean, he's cute, but he's so…useless and annoying. I can't believe I actually slept with him."

"At least I picked Teddy. He's rich. You pick Long Island Iced Z? Good going, Tar."

"Trust me, I know."

"Hey beautiful," Zack greeted, sitting next to Tara.

"Oh dear God. How the hell did you find me?" she asked, in shock, as Maryse tried to stifle a laugh.

"I asked Ted," he replied, casually.

"Great. Don't you have someone else to…I dunno…hang out with? Or something to do?"

"Eh. I'd rather hang out with the most beautiful woman in the entire world, he said with a cheesy smile.

"Oh God. Shoot me, please," she mumbled, rolling her eyes.

"So, Maryse, don't you think Tara and I make a great couple?" he asked, with a grin.

Maryse rolled her eyes and struggled to maintain a straight face. "Oh yeah," she sarcastically replied.

Tara slapped her hand over her face, wishing the intruder would just leave them alone already. There was a beaming smile on Zack's face, as he hadn't realized she wasn't serious.

"You see that, babe? We look good together," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

Tara peeled him arm off of her. "Please go away," she begged, clearly having no interest in her suitor.

"Oh? You need some girl talk time? I get it," he said with a grin. "I'll see you later, babe." He got up and left.

"Please kill me," Tara groaned.

Maryse laughed. "That was hilarious." Tara glared at her friend, who stopped laughing and smiled sheepishly.