Chapter 3: My New Friends

Let's make a long story short, I lost my match. Rosa was really strong and I just wasn't prepared for my first fight. And yeah, most of it may have been for the fact that I didn't work out. I did my hardest though and that's all I can do.

After my match, I head to my locker room. Mickie's lacing up her boots for her title defense tonight. "Sorry you didn't win," she frowns.

"It's okay." I nod quietly.

"I heard about what happened in the gym. Did you seriously send Davey Boy Smith's son to the ground with a one punch?" she asks, genuinely interested.

"Yeah, he deserved it." I say.

"Your one tough chick," she smiles. It's silent before she says, "Are you shy or something?"

Now, I've never been shy. Reckless and impulsive, maybe. Never shy. "I just…I'm new here and I guess I miss my best friends."

"I know how that is. You should come hang out with Kofi and I after the show."

I smile at her, "Sure." Kofi and Mickie seem to be the only two on Raw right now who want to even try and be my friend. But…my minds been wandering to Chris Jericho since I met him. He had been dressed impeccably and yet there seemed to be something missing. So I bravely ask, "Mickie… what can you tell me about Chris Jericho?"

"He's going through a nasty divorce," she replies, "Turns out his wife didn't like the fact that he slept with half of the divas on Raw. She's taking everything from him, even the kids. He's chauvinistic, womanizing, and mean but he's got a hell of a body and he's an even better singer."

I almost feel sorry for the guy. He's losing his family and everything that he holds dead. But on the other hand I want to hate him. I want to bash his skull in for causing his wife the pain of seeing her husband with other women, for not being a role model for his children. "Okay." I nod.

As if she can read my mind, Mickie says, "He wasn't always so mean. He use to be a hell of a guy. Someone you could go to for help. Along the way though…he got lost."

I smile, "Why do you say that?"
"Honey, you're not the only one who thinks he's attractive. But he's not worth it. Now Evan Bourne's a good man. In fact, he's going out with Kofi and I later. You'll like him," Mickie smiles, "Well, I gotta go face Beth. See you later!"

She leaves and I sit down on the bench, head in my hands. I've got a killer headache because the pyro at the beginning of my theme song was louder than I expected. I look up when I hear a knock at that door. I cross to it, open it up, and my breath catches in my chest. Staring back at me is Chris Jericho.

"I forgive you," he says simply shrugging his shoulders.

I look at him puzzled, "Forgive me for what?"

"Earlier…when you bumped into me and said sorry…I forgive you. And I also forgive you for what you said about typical Canadians."

"I'm not sorry for that." I smugly respond.

He glares at me, "What?"

"I'm not sorry for it." I smirk.

"Look you don't see me saying things about the hell hole that you're from and how people from their typically act. I expect you not to say the same things about me," Chris growls, "In fact, don't talk unless I approve it!"

I look at him angrily, "What are you talking about? I made a joking comment! You were just starting to prove you were nice."

"Whatever! I don't have to prove myself to you or anyone!" Chris shouts. He storms away and I stand there puzzled. I had tried to be nice and what did it get me? Chris hates me. Maybe I was a little cross and rude but I didn't mean to be. I just wanted to be sorry to him. Because…I guess deep down…I really do like Chris Jericho. He's a mix of things I've admired in a man and a mix of things I hate. He's perfect and horrible.

I get into my bad and I grab my iPod and head to look around backstage. I mainly want to see my environment, where I'm going to be working for the next few years of my life. Blaring in my ears is my favorite band, Linkin Park. I'm trying to drown out the thoughts of what I did to David and what I did to Chris. I'm so immersed in my music that I don't hear Kofi Kingston trying to get my attention. I don't even notice him until he touches my shoulder. I jump and smile at him, "Hey Kofi." I say taking an earbud out of my ear. "What's up?"

"I want to introduce you to a few good friends of mine," Kofi nods leading me to a group of men and women. "Guys this is Meghan Stevenson. She's new here on Raw and needs a few friends."

"Okay," says a bubbly blonde with her arms around a Spaniards shoulders. "I'm Kelly and this is Primo. We're dating."

"I'm Mark Henry," says the biggest member of the group. He has to be at least 6'5" and 200+ lbs. He's frightening looking but gentle sounding. A bright gold wedding band adorns his right hand.

The last member of the group is who intrigues me the most. He's a handsome man with deep brown eyes set in a fair face but it's not a conventional handsome. It's something that radiates from him and his childish smile. "I'm Evan," he mutters and I can tell he either really doesn't like me or he's extremely shy.

"Nice to meet all of you." I nod gently.

"These guys are some of the nicest people backstage. Sure there are others but all of these guys have a good heart," Kofi informs me. "Mark's kinds like out dad. He taught us all how to survive backstage."

"Papa Mark." Kelly giggles.

"You guys know how much I hate that name," Mark protests.

"But papi!" the Spaniard, Primo, says finally speaking, "You know how much we love and respect you!"

I laugh. These people are nice, about like Tyson and Natalya. Of course, they'll never compare simply because I've just know Natty and Ty longer. It's not a nice level or anything because this group is definitely more jovial than Natalia or Tyson. Except maybe Evan. I'm not sure what to make of him. He has a kinds smile and warms eyes that make me melt but there's something more. Something… dark. As if something is masked by the look in his eyes. "It's nice to meet all of you. I'm glad to have some people I can turn to."

"Always glad to have a new friend." Kelly smiles.

"Mi casa is tu casa." Primo nods.

"Great to have someone else to help out back here." Mark smirks.

"Yeah," Evan mutters again. I suddenly feel odd, like Evan's just being like this because I'm not really one of them yet.

Boldly I say, "Look, Evan, if you have a problem with me why don't you just tell me?"

Evan turns bright red and looks away. Mark looks at me, "Evans a bit shy when it comes to new people, especially girls."

Kelly eagerly nods, "You should have seen him when he and I met. At least he can talk to you, he couldn't even look at me. He hid behind Mark the whole time. I didn't even know there was another person behind Mark until Evan hiccupped."

I suddenly feel ten times better. Here I was thinking that Evan hated me while the whole time he was just shy. "Evan, you don't need to be shy. I've only ever met one person I honestly don't like and trust me I can tell you're nothing like David Hart Smith."

Evan looks back at me, unshy now. He's beaming and I can't help but smile as well, "I'm sorry I was so shy." Evan apologizes.

I nod, "No problem. I saw your match against The Miz. It was pretty cool."

"I lost."

"But you gave him a hell of a fight."

Evan blushes and Kofi elbows him, "Ooo I think Evie has a crush!"

This causes me to blush and I look away. "Hey butt munch don't pick on Evie." Kelly says sticking her tongue out at Kofi.

"Hey blondie don't call me a butt munch!"

"Children behave!" Mark thunders. I laugh at this. I'm going to fit in on Raw just fine.