Disclaimer: I do not own Christian/Jay Reso (although I really wish I did) and the WWE rightfully belongs to Vincent Kennedy McMahon. I only own Dawn Iris Ricard/Scarlet, Pearl Armstrong, any other original characters and this story's plot. I'll make you feel so damn unpretty if you steal my story.
One week later.
June 3, 2011 – Friday.
"Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday!"
Matt Cardona Jr. sang on top of his lungs while driving down the road. Friday by Rebecca Black was playing on his stereo, and Dawn knew that her ears were going to bleed if she's going to hear more of it.
Dawn rolled her eyes and punched the headrest of the driver's seat. "Matt, seriously – you need to shut up before I stab you or something."
Matt Korklan, who was sitting on the passenger side, looked at Dawn nervously. "Please don't stab me."
Dawn sighed. "I'm not going stabbing you, Matt."
"Woo woo woo!" The other Matt said as he fist-pumped.
"I didn't mean you, Matthew Cardona Jr!" Dawn glared at him, punching his headrest for the second time. He yelled an 'ow', in which Dawn just smirked.
Dawn was in the back seat Matt Cardona Jr.'s red Dodge Caliber, the car he rented for this week in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. It was a breezy, starless Friday night. Gray clouds could be seen in the pitch black night sky and Dawn just heard the thunder. Instead of being stuck inside her hotel room, she decided to go out with some of her friends. Unfortunately, the only ones who were in the mood to party were Matt Cardona Jr. and Matt Korklan, better known as Zack Ryder and Evan Bourne respectively. Barbie Blank didn't call her back, and Dawn was hoping that she would be at the Star Bar. Dawn hasn't spoken to Maryse Ouellet for weeks, and she missed bonding with her.
Most of the people think it was strange for her to be best friends with Maryse, since Mike dated her and she was rumored to be the reason of why they broke-up. Dawn never hated Maryse; she might be the biggest bitch among the Divas, but outside the WWE, she's actually one of the sweetest girls Dawn has ever met. Sure, she was bitter about her at first, but when Dawn got the chance to get to know Maryse, she honestly liked her. Things between them had never been awkward, even though Maryse knew her past relationship with Mike. Dawn sighed – sometimes, she wished that Mike had never dated Maryse in the first place, because ever since she found out about the two of them, she feels awkward being around Maryse, and she didn't know why.
After fifteen minutes of sitting in the back seat listening to Matt Cardona Jr. singing pop songs, they finally made it to the Star Bar. When Dawn got out of the vehicle, she took in a huge sigh of relief. Matt Cardona Jr. chuckled at her and ruffled her red hair, in which she responded by punching his right arm. Matt Korklan smirked and pinched her cheek. The two Matts got inside the bar. Dawn followed the two, but suddenly, she felt someone grabbing her right arm. Dawn looked behind her, and found the Sexiest of Sexy, Maryse, grinning at her.
"Maryse!" Dawn grinned.
"It's so good to see you, Dawn! Vous cherchez une bonne nuit!" You are looking good tonight. Maryse complimented her and then gave her a hug.
Dawn was wearing a little red tube dress, and underneath it she wore black lace tights. On her feet, she was wearing her pair of black Christian Louboutin stilettos. Layered pieces of long, silver necklaces adorned her chest. Dawn's hair was in perfect disarray, and her make-up consisted of black eyeliner, cherry-colored lip gloss, and peachy pink cheeks.
Dawn smirked and hugged Maryse back. She then pulled away to look at her from head-to-toe, and Maryse had a very sexy outfit on - a spaghetti-strap, satin dress in the color hot pink that ended on the middle of her thighs, and a pair of studded, black ankle boots with high heels on her feet. She didn't had much make-up on, but her lips were in the shade of pale pink. Her long, silky, beach blonde hair was curled.
"Good to see you too, Maryse! Thanks, mais je ne regarde pas bon que vous." But I don't look as good as you.
Maryse let out a small laugh and flipped her curled blonde hair back. "You're a doll. Let's go in now, Barbie's waiting for us on the dance floor."
And with that, Maryse took Dawn's hand. Before going inside however, Maryse saw the large, neon 'Sexy' sign beside the bar's entrance. Maryse tugged on Dawn's hand, and asked her to take a photo of her beside the sign. Dawn took her phone out and Maryse did her hand gesture. Maryse asked an old man passing down the street to take her and Dawn's photo. Dawn and Maryse posed on both sides of the 'Sexy' sign and then the man returned Dawn's phone to her. Maryse thanked him with a kiss on the cheek and the two ladies went inside.
Dawn, Maryse, and Barbie had spent two hours on the dance floor and right now, they were still dancing. The three of them made frequent trips to the bar and Dawn was pretty sure that both Maryse and Barbie were now drunk. She was feeling warm, but she's sure that she isn't drunk... yet. She felt tipsy though. Maryse was sitting at the bar, drinking a martini. We Radiate by Goldfrapp was playing, and Barbie and Dawn danced with each other.
When the song finished, Maryse was still in the bar, with two empty martini glasses beside her right hand. Dawn frowned.
"Where's Maryse?" Barbie asked through the loud music.
"She's at the bar. I'll check her out okay?" Dawn told her. Barbie just nodded, and started dancing with a random guy.
Dawn rolled her eyes and walked to the bar. She sat on the empty bar stool next to Maryse. She had her left arm up on the shiny black table and her forehead was on top of her arm. Dawn sighed.
"You alright doll?" Dawn asked.
Maryse nodded and smirked at her. "Yeah."
"Are you sure?" Dawn said as she took Maryse's left hand.
Maryse brought her head up and looked at Dawn. Dawn was surprised when she saw Maryse's eye makeup running down her cheeks, staining her beautiful face. Dawn immediately got it – she was crying. But why exactly? Just a few hours ago she was bubbly and all smiles, and now, she looked like she just found out someone she loved died.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Maryse chuckled. "Mike veut que je sois heureux, si ... je suis ici; être heureux." Mike wants me to be happy, so... here I am; being happy.
Dawn took a deep breath. Mike broke Maryse's heart, and she still hadn't found someone who could help her fix it. Dawn tightened her grip on Maryse's left hand. "You're not being happy right now, Maryse."
"Ce n'est pas comme Mike se soucie de toute façon," It's not like Mike cares anyway. Maryse sighed. "I don't want to ruin your night. Go on, just leave me here. I can take care of myself."
Dawn wanted to protest, but Maryse let her hand go and ordered a stronger drink. Dawn held her right shoulder, but Maryse just gave her the signature hand gesture. The female Chinese bartender tended Maryse and Dawn was about to return to the dance floor when suddenly, the brown-haired, green-eyed male bartender placed a glass of Blue Devil in front of her. Dawn narrowed her eyes and arched an eyebrow at him.
"I didn't order this cocktail." Dawn told the bartender, who was smiling at her.
"I know," The bartender replied. He then looked to his left, which was Dawn's right side, and then he fixed his eyes on her. "But a blonde gentleman sitting over there ordered it for you."
Dawn looked to her right; she saw the booths, but she didn't see the blonde gentleman that the bartender was talking about. She stared at the tempting Blue Devil on the table. It was teasing her, making her want to take a sip or two. She didn't know what was in that drink, and she thought what if a drug was laced in it. It was from someone she didn't know and she could just leave it there. But, she was parched and it wasn't usual for her to get free drinks from men. So she took the cocktail and brought the glass up to her lips. She immediately smelled the strong scent of the gin. She took one long sip and the aqua-colored liquid burned her throat. Her chest felt warm and her skin was tingling.
When she got up from the bar stool, she decided to return to the dance floor and reunite with Barbie. But before she could, she felt someone touching her left hand. She looked to her left and found Nick Nemeth kissing her knuckles. She glared at him.
"Nick, just what the hell do you think you're doing?" Dawn asked Nick as she shook her hand away from him.
Nick walked closer to her, filling in the wide gap between them. "I want to dance with you, Dee."
She narrowed her eyes at him, but the cunning smirk on Nick's lips didn't disappear. "I don't want to dance with you, Nick."
"You know you want to dance with me." Nick told her. Her breath hitched when she felt his hot breath on her earlobe. "Jay's not here."
Dawn's eyes widened, but Nick just shrugged. "Just because Jay's not here doesn't mean I'm going to dance with you."
Nick rolled his eyes. "Just one dance, please?"
Dawn knew if she just told him to go away, he'll only come closer to her. And with that, she nodded at him. Nick grinned and took her left hand. He dragged her to the dance floor with him, and Monster by Lady Gaga started to play.
When the song made it to the two-minute mark, Nick started nuzzling Dawn's neck. At first she didn't mind, but when she felt his teeth grazing her left collarbone and his hands going up to her chest, she turned around and pushed him away from her. Dawn started to walk away from the dance floor but Nick grabbed her right hand and easily spun her around back to him. He tried to kiss her, but she slapped him.
"You fucking asshole!" Dawn yelled at him. Nick stood there looking at her as he held his left cheek.
Dawn started to walk out of the dance floor, but then her face collided into someone's chest. She looked up and was shocked to find Mike just standing there between the couples grinding into each other.
"Let's get out of here." Mike told her as he took her right hand and dragged her out of the club.
When they got out of the club, Mike took her to his car. He asked her to hop in the passenger seat and so she did. He started the car and he drove away from the place.
"Are you okay?" Mike asked her as he looked at the road.
Dawn took a deep breath and nodded. Her heart was beating rapidly. "A bit startled, but I'm fine."
From the corner of her left eye, Dawn saw Mike nodding. She then heard raindrops falling on the roof of his car, and even though his air conditioner wasn't on full blast, she felt cold. She brought her hands to her mouth and blew some air on it. Mike saw her shivering, so when the red light came on, he immediately took his teal jacket off and gave it to her. Dawn raised an eyebrow at him, but he just shrugged and held up his jacket for her to take. A few seconds later, she took it and put it on. Mike smirked at her before he started driving again.
Twenty minutes later, they were at the hotel. Mike stopped in front of the hotel's entrance and it was now raining like cats and dogs. The time was one-fifteen in the morning. He turned off the car's engine and shoved the keys inside his right pocket. He then looked at Dawn, who was staring at the raindrops on the car's windows. Dawn turned her head to the left to look at Mike. He smirked at her and she smirked back at him.
"Thanks for… everything." Dawn told him as she bit her lower lip.
Mike nodded. "Always here for you, Dee."
Mike was about to give her a hug, but then she felt her phone vibrating inside her clutch. Mike watched her as she pulled her phone out of her bag. He saw her wallpaper – a picture of her and Jay, their faces only a few inches away from each other and they were grinning from ear to ear. Mike swallowed.
When Dawn put her phone back inside her clutch, her eyes made contact with Mike's cerulean blue orbs when she looked at him. She bit her lower lip once more.
"So… you and Jay huh?" Mike stated.
Dawn chuckled humorlessly. She knew he saw her cellphone wallpaper. "If you're thinking that we're together-"
"Are you?" Mike asked, the feeling of jealousy creeping onto him.
Dawn sighed and shook her head. "We're not together; we're just friends."
"You sure about that?" Mike's jaw clenched.
Dawn looked away from him for a second. She looked at him again and his whole face was flushed. Dawn saw jealousy in his eyes and she couldn't believe that he was jealous of Jay. She understood why he felt jealous – he is her ex-boyfriend after all. But, he's now her friend – shouldn't he be happy for her?
"Yes Mike, I'm sure about that." Dawn said. She then took both of Mike's hands. "You don't have to be jealous about Jay, okay? Jealousy is a dangerous thing – you have to get rid of it."
Mike squeezed her hands and looked down. "I'll try."
And with that, Dawn leaned in and kissed his right cheek. Mike looked up and she smiled. Her warm lips soothed him, making him forget about the world for a few seconds. Dawn let go of his hands and put the hood up of his jacket over her head. She smiled at him once again before getting out of his car.
Mike sat there in the driver's seat in silence as he tried to process what just happened. His right hand subconsciously touched the spot where Dawn kissed him and he smiled. He knew Dawn was right – jealousy is a dangerous thing. As much as he wanted to be with her again, Mike knew that at some point, he had to forget about her and find someone new. He was thankful for the two-year relationship that he had with her, and for their friendship. Mike then realized that he had nothing to be jealous about; he was lucky enough to have had the chance to call Dawn his girl before and be friends with her after he'd been a complete asshole to her. If someone should be jealous, it's guys like Nick Nemeth, who wouldn't have a chance with Dawn.
Nick Nemeth was still in the club, sitting in one of the booths. He had a bottle of bourbon in his left hand. He was drinking so he could forget what happened a while ago. Fuck Mike, he thought to himself. If it wasn't for his intervention, he could've taken Dawn back to the hotel and have his way with her. Fuck Jay, he mentally cursed Jay. What does Dawn see in him? Was it because he was the current World Heavyweight Champion? He'd been comparing himself to the guy for weeks, thinking about the things that made Jay a better man than him. Nick knew that he was more good-looking than Jay, and he was much younger. He just didn't get it – why did Dawn like him so much?
Fuck you, Dawn. He cursed at her in his mind. Why did she have to be so fucking perfect? Her fiery red hair turned him on, her piercing blue eyes drove him to the brink of insanity, and her hourglass figure lit a fire inside of him. She was a witch and she had put on a love spell on him. Now, Nick was this green-eyed monster and he hated her for it. But, as much as he hated Dawn, Nick still wanted a piece of her, and he wouldn't stop until he gets some of her. Nick took one long sip from the bottle of bourbon, the amber-colored liquid warming up his chest. If he wanted to score, he better step up his game.
Author's note: Sorry for the lack of Jay/Christian in this chapter! I promise there will be more of him in the next one.
Recently, I've been having problems with writing. It's either my muses have gone to a vacation and didn't take me with them, or I'm just tired and uninspired. But, I will try and continue writing this story - may my muses get back from their vacation so my Jay/Christian-muse could help me out.
Anyway, don't forget to leave story reviews! I appreciate the feedback really much. It would be nice if you could include what you would like to see in the next chapters! If you're wondering how Dawn looks like, try looking at pictures of a red-haired Haley Bennett - she's an actress, and she's my current model for Dawn/Scarlet. :)
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Songs I listened to while writing this chapter:
One Week Of Danger - The Virgins
You Might Have Noticed - The Academy Is
Pour Some Sugar On Me - Def Leppard
Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5
We Radiate - Goldfrapp
When Everything Falls Back Down - Action Item feat. Chelsea Kane