The taste of Jon's lips still lingered on mine, and I couldn't get the memory of our kiss to go away.

Since nobody knew about my situation, I wasn't planning on discussing it on Total Divas.

My mind was wandering off, and he was the only thing that I could think of. Why did he do it? Was he mocking me? He was that type of guy, to mock me when I was least expecting him too. It was a cruel thing, but it was how our friendship worked.

Friendship.

Even with the memories still circling throughout my mind, I managed to push the thoughts away so that I could get at least a few hours of training in. I needed to keep up a good appearance, as well as a good wrestling set. That's why I preferred to loosen up in the gym before running through my drills in the actual ring.

When I got to the arena that we were performing in tonight, the first person I saw was Danielle.

"Of course, after everything that I was already going through, I have to add on to the list a surprise visit from the one person that I can't stand."

We didn't speak, but the look we gave each other at first glance was enough to suffice.

"Cheyenne," a familiar voice greeted me from behind.

Expecting to see Randy, or even Jon, I was surprised to see Colby.

"Colby; I didn't even think I'd run into you."

"Actually, I'm just here to see if you've seen Jon anywhere."

His question hit me right in the gut. "Jon? No, not since the other night."

"Did he seem upset or anything?"

"Not from what I could tell," I lied.

Colby scratched his head. "He was supposed to meet up with Joe and I last night. I've called him repeatedly, but he hasn't responded."

I threw my head back. "Crap."

My heart was pounding so hard, I couldn't breathe. "Let me try calling him. I'll get back to you." He walked away and I whipped my phone out of my duffel bag. I had no missed calls or texts, so I automatically called him.

I don't think I've ever had a more suspenseful fifteen seconds in my life. But, once he answered, the relief was overwhelming.

"What," he grunted. I could tell that he was drunk.

"Jon? It's me, Cheyenne."

"Really? I have caller id."

I closed my eyes, partially embarrassed and partially upset. "Where are you? Colby and Joe are really worried; they've been calling you nonstop, but you're ignoring them. Why?"

"They need to learn to mind their own business."

I listened carefully and heard small voices in the background, which I concluded to be women. Multiple women.

"Jon, please. Just tell me where you are right now, and I'll come pick you up." After hearing the other women's voices, I felt a hint of jealousy. And, I'm not entirely sure why, because I didn't have romantic feelings for Jon.

At least, I don't think I have feelings for Jon.

"Where do you think I am?" He groaned, which was followed by a suppressed moan.

I could only imagine with discomfort what was going on wherever he was. "Are you at your hotel room?"

"Not mine," he mumbled through yet another moan, this one a little louder. Once it finished, he calmed down. "The Palace."

"I'll be there in ten." I stuffed my phone into my jacket pocket, grabbed my bag and turned to leave, running right into a hard chest. "Randy," I stuttered once I realized who it was that I'd hit.

"You in a hurry?" He asked.

Obviously.

"Yeah, I'd love to chat, but there's something really important that I need to take care of."

"No problem. We'll talk later," his voice trailed off as I abruptly turned to leave.

That idiot. That actual idiot. It's so unfair. He tells me that I can't be with Randy, kisses me and then disappears. If this is his idea of some twisted love story, then he is so mistaken.

I was walking through the hotel hallways, searching for his room. It didn't take me long before I heard the soft moans coming from the room that the receptionist had informed me Jon booked for the night. Turning away, I was disgusted. It took a lot of courage for me to finally bang loudly on the door.

"Jon!" I called out.

I was tuned out with more and more sounds of disgusting pleasure. I hit the door harder and harder.

"Open the damn door!"

Honestly, I thought that my head was going to explode before the door ever opened. It felt like I was being washed out by a bunch of girls who wouldn't even remember Jon's name. But, I would.

No, I shouldn't get to thinking that.

The sounds stopped, and I gasped. The door swung open and my eyes met Jon's.

"It's about damn time," I muttered as I walked in. I noticed that there were two women sitting on the bed. One brunette, one blonde. They scoffed at me as I threw their clothes at them, ordering them to leave. "I know how to kick your ass in so many different ways, you'll lose count."

The two women finally gave up and left before they changed back into their 'outfits'.

"Hookers? Really?" I asked once they'd left. Not out of respect, because I could've cared less if they'd heard me or not.

"Don't act like it's some big revelation." He walked over to the bed and sat down, pulling a cigarette out of the nightstand.

"What has gotten into you? You're acting like you're on drugs."

He shrugged as he lit the cigarette. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not."

My heart, which was no longer ramming against my chest, dropped down to my stomach. "You're scaring me."

"You're not listening to me. I've told you why you should stay away from Orton, but you won't."

"Because he's not a bad guy."

He only puffed a line of smoke in my direction. "Whatever you say, Princess."

I felt like crying, screaming, and punching him in the face all at once. "Don't make this about me."

"It is about you."

"Why are you doing this?" I finally let tears stream down my face. "Don't you see what you're doing?"

He stood up, dropping the lit cigarette down to his side. "All of this. All of this has been for you. I don't care if you think Randy's changed. He hasn't. People don't change, Princess. It's a well-known fact."

"Stop...calling me that."

"Why, Princess? Does it make you squirm, Princess?"

He knew what it did to me. It made me feel helpless, restless. I told him about that nickname in confidence, thinking that he wouldn't ever call me that. Jake used to use it as a 'pet name'. It was basically a code word for whenever he was in the mood.

"You're a prick."

"And, you're a bitch."

"How does knowing what I want make me a bitch? At least I'm not throwing myself at you and then disappearing without a word."

"I didn't run away, I went to a hotel."

I scoffed. "To get screwed by a couple of hookers? Classy, Jon. Real classy."

"I..." He wandered off. "You're not being fair."

I moved towards him. "How is this not being fair? I came all the way over here to help you. I'm being a lot more than fair."

"You never listened to me, and now you're in love with him."

He took the cigarette back into his mouth and turned to look out the window. I had never seen him this upset before, never in my life.

"I'm not in love with Randy," I admitted. "I'd never talked to him until the other night." I paused and walked a little closer to him, still too afraid to touch him. Still too afraid to hear him yell. "Even if I was, it's not like it would be any of your concern."

"That's just it," he huffed. "It is my concern. You are my concern. Everything you do concerns me, Chey. Everything. If anything were to happen to you, and I knew that I could've done something, I wouldn't be able to live with myself." He had turned back and was facing me know.

The smell of smoke was ringing through my nose. I hated it when he smoked. It was an awful sight, one that made my insides churn.

It was distasteful.

"Nothing is going to happen to me."

He laughed. And, then he laughed a little harder. "Nothing is going to happen to you? Randy's a player, a douche, a...a...he's just a bad guy. Haven't you listened to anything I've told you? He's slept with so many different girls back at work, before and after that little marriage of his. He's not relationship material."

His words made me feel small. "And, what? You are? The last relationship you had ended in a bar fight."

"What are you talking about, now?"

"Well, that's why you're out here. That's why you don't want me to see Randy. You're jealous of him."

He puffed another breath of smoke. "You're just talking crazy now."

"It's obvious, Jon. You're in love with me."

There was silence. Dead silence. The only thing that moved was the smoke as it blew out of his nose. I was afraid; he's once told me that as long as he's kicking and screaming, everything is fine. It's when he's silent that I know there's a problem.

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and tapped it and put it out, tossing it into the ashtray that was next to the window.

"I'm not in love with you, Princess."

I squirmed at the name again, but before I could argue with him, he ran towards me and pressed another kiss onto my lips. There I was again, standing there, more vulnerable than I ever thought was physically possible. He was cupping my face with his hands, and I was completely lost.

Once he pulled apart, he left his hands and stared at me. I don't know what was going through my head, probably nothing, and I wrapped my hands around his neck and kissed him back.