"Ooh, Matt's been on porn," Cat said loudly so everyone in the whole bloody apartment block could hear. I looked over at her and smirked.
"You would too if you were dating Angela," I laughed. Cat was sitting at the other end of the couch than me and my legs were propped up on her lap; in turn Matt's laptop (which he'd given me permission to use and I in turn gave Cat permission to use) was resting on top of my legs. Katie snorted from across the room where she was seated on an armchair and watching some Paris Hilton show where she picks desperate fake ugly people to be her so-called best friends. I was watching with her and we were being our usual wonderfully sarcastic selves, making fun of absolutely everyone.
"That's true," Cat conceded with a giggle. A few clicks on the mouse pad later and Cat was grinning like her Cheshire counterpart. "This one looks good. It's called kinky-naughty-sexy dot com. I'm going on it, you better hope Matt has a subscription to this joint Hope, or I'm using your plastic."
"I think I actually fucking love you," Katie blurted out, staring at Cat in awe and wonder.
"You know, you'd be so surprised how many 'straight' girls say that to me," Cat said, distracted by trying to get the porn site up. I didn't take my attention away from the TV and soon regretted it. Katie plopped herself down onto my stomach and straddled me so she could get a good view of the computer screen without too much discomfort. For her, at least. I didn't even see her coming.
"Ouch!" I gasped. "Get yer fat ass off of me." I tried to budge her and upturn her by rolling over, but she was obviously an expert at being on top and it was damn near impossible. After a while I decided to give up.
Katie leaned back, laying on top of me and grinned as she turned her head to face me slightly. "Next time you call me fat, darling, I'll crush your ribs." I grinned and bit her ear playfully as I wrapped my arms around her waist. "Ooh, getting frisky are we?" she whispered.
"Mmm, yes I am," I muttered so as to keep Cat out of our conversation. "But hopefully I'll be getting some sexy times if everything goes accordingly to plan."
She winked cheekily, having been fully informed of the plans Matt and Angela both had that morning as soon as Matt had left. "Well they'd better be people of their words, that's all I can say." With a smile, she returned swiftly to a sitting position as Cat called out her name so they could begin viewing whatever dirty site Matt's been on. I turned my attention back to the TV just as a catfight broke out between two female generic blonde contestants, who so desperately wanted to become Paris Hilton's new BFF. Sad, really. Everyone knows Paris will just ditch the bitch of a winner once she gets the money in her bank account for the next season.
"Oh my gosh!" Cat squealed out excitedly, "it's you, Hope! It's you!!"
"I beg your fucking pardon?" I asked turning my attention to the girls huddled onto my couch with me. The only time I'd ever taken pictures even remotely dirty or pornographic was for my ex boyfriend, and they were long deleted and forgotten. "Can't be me, I'm not a porn star."
Next thing I knew, the laptop was passed from Cat to Katie and thrust onto my chest. I had to peer up pretty far to see the screen and was quite surprised to see the site was one of those "SIGN UP NOW TO SEE CELEBS NAKED" scam websites. Right on the page Matt had been on was a screen cap of my first match in the WWE against Katie where I apparently had a nip slip that I had no idea about. I don't watch my matches usually, see, I get too critical of myself so I steer clear of seeing them. How surreal and idiotic to see myself labelled as a celebrity; I hardly had any fans, those sites label anyone as an A-Lister if they think it'll get them money I supposed. I glanced at the two women who were smirking in unison.
"So Matt's been wanking off to pictures of a nip slip I had?" they nodded and Cat giggled. "Hmm... you don't think that's why the WWE actually hired me, do you?"
"Probably," Katie sniggered as she grabbed the laptop and passed it back to Cat. "Who knew Matt was such a naughty little boy, though? Checking out his room mate online. Cheeky little monkey..."
I grinned and turned away from the girls so they couldn't see. The sofa smelled of Matt. Yummy.
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At about midday there was a knock on my front door. It was the moving company. They were finally bringing the rest of my stuff over from England. Let me tell you right now, don't ever, EVER trust anyone but yourself to move your stuff if you can help it. Not only do they deliver the stuff weeks after they were actually paid to, they break almost everything fragile and you still have to pay them. It's a bloody rip off.
The only consolation I got was Katie's complete bitchy attitude to the delivery men and her 'accidental' kicks to various body parts whenever they bent down. And I must say, it felt weird... almost wrong being in my own bed, in my own room. Boxes with my surviving possessions were littered around the bed and Katie and myself were lying on top of it taking a break after a good four hours putting things together and working out where to put everything.
We hadn't trusted the delivery men to do such a precious task and Cat had gone home long ago to view some of the sites she'd found in the privacy of her own home. I wouldn't trust any man to unpack my things, actually. They're pretty rubbish when it comes to that sort of thing. Although, we weren't much better considering most of the stuff was still in the boxes and it'd taken us over an hour to put my bed together. Turned out it was actually rather simple to put together and we had been over complicating everything.
"I'm absolutely pooped, darling," I said as I turned over in the bed to face my best friend. I felt so lethargic, like I'd just been through a string of very long, straining matches all in a row.
"You're such a softie," Katie said with a small smirk, even though her eyes were closed and she was obviously dozing off. I poked her in the stomach and she took all of five seconds to eventually work up the energy to swat my hand away.
"Looks like I'm not the only one, though."
"Mmm," she murmured lazily.
"Want to do me a favour, bitch?" I asked, knowing she wouldn't have enough energy to say no. Again she just murmured. "Be here when Matt comes back tomorrow? I'm pretty scared.. I mean, I haven't heard anything yet from either of them so I don't know... I know he'll do it, but still, I think I need you here... will you?"
Katie opened her eyes and peered at me. "Since I'm such a bloody good friend, love, I'll do one better and stay the whole night. I really can't be arsed getting up, so bollocks to it, I'm not even going home."
I laughed, then rolled off the bed. We spent the rest of the day with me unpacking everything while Katie watched from my bed, which didn't bother me at all because she was helping me to keep my mind off how tedious the task actually was. I really couldn't wait for Matt to come home tomorrow.
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The next day, Katie kept her promise. She stayed all night, she went out in the morning to get us some lush cakes for breakfast and she even helped me get ready and slip into my little tight black dress for Matt's homecoming. I still hadn't heard anything from either party, but I was still hopeful. Matt wouldn't be a dick like that. I know I hadn't known him long, but I felt I knew him well enough to know that.
It was quite late when we heard the key click in the lock and the door swing open. Katie and myself were sat in the living room, watching TV together in the dark. My heart fluttered as soon as I heard Matt grunting, I presumed it was because his suitcase was so heavy.
I stood silently and Katie gave me a thumbs up and mouthed 'Good luck!' to me. With a deep breath, I left the room nervously yet feeling extremely excited. The hall was dark and I could just see Matt's shape in the black moving about and again my heart fluttered.
Then my heart broke. I heard a female giggle. I saw another shape break away from Matt and as the light turned on, I saw Angela's little piggy face firmly attached to Matt's. They moved as one past me as I fought the tears back, neither looking in my direction until they reached Matt's bedroom door and they burst into the room together, shutting the door behind them.
Katie came up behind me and pulled me into her, wrapping her arms around me and stroking my hair. I didn't cry; I couldn't bring myself to do it, even though it hurt me. Big girls don't cry, do they? Even if they want to. Really, really need to.
"Come on," she muttered as she took my hand. I could hear a regular thumping noise and the same moans Angela had had for Max. I felt sick. So sick. And numb.
Katie lead me out of the apartment and down the street until we reached a bench. We sat on it together and for a while we were silent. I spent the time just staring up at the sky, admiring the moon. Ever-changing but always there, it never lets you down. You know even when it's gone it's still there for you. Always. Not like people, not like men. Men leave eventually and then treat you like they never even existed to them. Pigs.
"How could I be so stupid?" I asked the world in general. Katie just stroked my hand. "Of course he wasn't going to leave her for me. He doesn't even know me. Not really."
"He's a cunt," Katie said savagely. I smiled. "And a fool. Anyone with half a brain can see you're far more of a catch than that dirty little frog, Angela."
"No, I'm the fool for letting him play me like that," I muttered, not wanting to speak too loudly in case my voice broke and the tears couldn't be held back any longer.
Soon I was yanked up from the bench and being dragged down various back streets in the direction of down town Tampa. "You need to have some fun, love. Get drunk, forget about that tosser. You're far too good for him anyway." I wanted to believe her, so I just went along with it and let her drag me away from my troubles. It felt like I was in my own little world, and none of this was real. How could someone I'd known for such a short amount of time possibly hurt me so badly? It was crazy. Fucking mad.
Music boomed out from the building Katie eventually stopped us at, I didn't look at the name of it or the crowd around me as Katie dragged me past a bodyguard (who didn't ask for any ID) and into a packed nightclub. People were dancing around me, having fun and drunk off their face as they danced with lovers, friends and strangers. A small smile broke onto my face as she sat me down at the bar and ordered me a drink.
"Here, drink up, love. I'll be back in a minute, I just have to go see an old friend quickly okay?"
I nodded and put the drink to my lips. The familiar taste of vodka washed down my throat and I downed the drink quickly, desperate for it. Someone, a man, came up behind me and leaned over me, shouting an order at the barman. I looked up to see Scotty Goldman, I didn't know his real name then. He was smiling brightly at me as he sat down and another drink replaced my previous one.
"Hey," he said loudly near my ear, so I could hear him over the loud music and almost-as-loud people.
"Hi," I shouted back and downed my drink again. Katie said I had to get drunk, so I was officially on a mission.
Scotty beckoned one of the bar staff over and told him to "Get another drink for the pretty lady," courtesy of him, of course. He turned to me as I downed my third drink and laughed. Leaning over, he said: "So what's the most beautiful girl I ever laid my eyes on doing here looking so sad?"
I smiled and looked him over. He really wasn't that bad, a bit tubby and his nose was a bit big but he had confidence and the few times I'd watched him on TV he was pretty funny. That was quite sexy to me. Dare I go on the rebound with Scotty? I wanted to get over Matt fast, there was no way I was going to let Angela and Matt get one up on me like that. "I was waiting for you to buy me a drink, of course." I said as I used my foot to gently rub his calf, rising slowly up. His eyes widened and his eyes fell down to my chest which was out in full force in my dress.
"Uh.. yeah.. get the lady another drink!" he called out and soon there was another in front of me. "You'll have to stop drinking like a fish though babe.. I got fired today and you're running a pretty big bill up already."
I smirked and downed my drink again, then turned to him and put my hand on the back of his head and pulled him to me for a kiss. My legs wrapped around his waist and my lips parted to allow Scotty access to my tongue and mouth. It was a hot, frantic and surprisingly passionate kiss that ended up with him paying for our drinks and then hiring a cab from a line of them outside the club to take us back to his house.
For the entire journey, we ate each other's faces and felt one another's bodies until we already knew them pretty well without taking any clothes off. And.. well I'm not a girl that kisses and tells (at least not in that much detail) but we had a lot of fun that night. A lot. Surprisingly, he was quite skilled and knew what he was doing. Wouldn't have thunk it.
I awoke the next morning, completely naked and in a bed with Spongebob Squarepants covers. After shaking away the grogginess that came with my drinking the previous night, I couldn't help but laugh at the covers. I looked over to the other side of the bed and saw it was empty, but I could hear hushed voices out in the hallway. So, I got up and wrapped the duvet around myself and gently made my way to the bedroom door which was slightly ajar, stepping over both mine and Scotty's clothes on the way.
"Dude, you can't come in," I heard Scotty say to someone on the other side of the door as I gently tiptoed down the stairs. "I scored big time last night, I don't wanna screw it up."
"Come on, man," came a voice from the other side. It sounded familiar. "I have something I need to tell ya. It'll only take a second, just open the door so I can show ya."
Scotty grunted something and opened the door wide enough for both of us to see the person on the other side as I reached the final step. The man lifted his left hand and turned it around. A ring on his wedding finger glinted happily in the light.
"I got married, man!" he shouted. Scotty scooped him up into a big hug, but let him go when he realized how unmanly it must have looked should anyone (such as myself) have watched him.
"Dude that's awesome news! Why the fuck wasn't I invited?!"
"I didn't even know we were going to – oh shit! Is that you, Hope?"
"I'm so happy for you, Matt," I said from the door as I watched the man who had broken my heart standing with the man I'd slept with last night. "That's fantastic news," I said cheerfully as I adjusted the duvet to better cover myself. I think the scowl I gave him betrayed my kind words.
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A/N: Hehehe, sorry folks they're not getting together... YET! But trust me, THEY WILL! I promise you that. You'll just have to wait a while for that to happen. I'm not into giving out spoilers, but pay attention to the Queen of FCW tournament that started in the previous chapter as the eventual Hope vs. Angela 'match' will play an incredibly pivotal point in this story that I think everyone will love.
As always, a huge thank you goes to my wonderful reviewers: faither (three chapters with the same name? I R SHOCKED WHORE xoxo love you), Angelwilliamsfan, ChainGangShorty54, JohnCenaFan and ILoveEvanBourne. CGS54 and Lily... you are devil women for having those fabulously delicious pics of Matt half naked as your profile pictures, haha. Michelle likey very much. =P