I stood there, completely blindsided by what was going on. What was he doing?

"I think I've talked about Jake before," I said. "He's the boyfriend I had before I started the show. I have his name tattooed on me." I nodded. "He cheated on me with Danielle, which no, I haven't forgiven either of them for. And, honestly? I don't plan on doing that anytime soon."

"Jake," I muttered. "What are you doing here?"

He sighed. "I knew that I made a huge mistake, doing what I did."

My eyes went wide, and I had to hold myself up. "Did Danielle send you here? Because, I swear-"

"Danielle doesn't know that I'm here."

I looked up at him in confusion and I realized that the alarm in my kitchen was still going off, so I broke our stare to go turn it off. Straining through the pasta, I heard the door close, and I prayed that he left. But, then I heard his shoes hitting the floor behind me and I knew that he was still there.

"If Danielle didn't tell you to come here, then what are you doing here?" I asked, turning and looking directly into his eyes. It felt weird, seeing him after all this time. Especially considering that the last time I saw him, I was hurling a vase in his direction. Pushing the memory out of the way, I focused on what he was going to tell me.

"I told you," he spoke softly. "I made a huge mistake. And, I needed to see you."

I wasn't sure of what to say, so I continued to put all of my food together. He recognized my discomfort and walked into the small kitchen and put his hand on my shoulder. I tried to resist, but something wouldn't let me move.

"I read all those tweets," he told me.

"Congratulations, you know how to read."

"I'm serious, Cheyenne. This isn't like you: dating two guys at the same time."

"I'm not dating anybody," I countered. Pulling away, I looked up at him in anger. "You know, just because a couple of people think that they know what's going on in my life doesn't mean that they do."

"But, it's true," he suggested.

Something was telling me that he didn't come here to apologize. "Who sent you here?"

"Would you stop being so paranoid for a few minutes so that we can talk about this?"

"There's nothing to talk to you about. You're the one who ruined this all for the both of us, so there."

He followed me into my bedroom, or the one that was in my hotel room, and I grunted as I sat on the bed.

"Please, Cheyenne."

"No."

"Just hear me out?"

"No."

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" I looked up at him as he was standing over me. "Your life has become so damn dysfunctional ever since we broke up. Can't you see what us being apart is doing to you?"

My eyebrows shot up. "Do you think that this is about you?"

"It has to be," he insisted. "I left you heartbroken, miserable. The only way that you could cope was to join this show of yours and grab an extra guy to fill my place."

My lips turned into a snarl. "You're pathetic. None of this, and I mean none of this has anything to do with you." I put my plate down and shook my head. "Is your ego really that big?"

"Why else would want two different guys?"

I rolled my eyes. "So, you seriously think that after everything you put me through, I would do the same thing?" He didn't nod, or respond in any way, which I took as an agreement to my question. "Screw you, Jake."

"Just listen to what I have to say," he pleaded.

"No," I retorted. "You're a waste of my time."

"It doesn't have to be this way."

"Yes it does." I ran out to my front door and swung it open for him. "Have a good life."

He paused before looking out the door in confusion. "What's he doing here?"

I furrowed my eyebrows and turned to see Jon, standing and looking at me in almost...anger. "Jon..." My breath was literally knocked out of my lungs.

"I'll take that as my cue," Jake trailed off and exited through the front door. I stared at Jon for awhile, not really sure of what I could say that would explain what had been going on the past few days. At least, nothing that would do justice for what I'd done.

"What's up?" I tried to sound casually cheerful, but it came across wimpy.

"I usually do my best to stay off of social media when I can, but today something caught my attention."

I nodded. "So, you saw it too."

"Did you sleep with him?"

I silently gasped at the question and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him. "Are you crazy?"

"It's a question. Did you or did you not sleep with him?"

I shook my head and crossed my arms. "What if I did?"

"Just answer the question."

"Answer mine first," I ordered. "What would you do if I slept with Randy?"

He clenched his fist, but I knew better than to be scared. He wouldn't hit me. Never in a million years. He could be mistaken for a liar, punk, even an asshole. But, never in his entire life could he, or would he, lay a finger on a woman without her consent.

"Don't play games with me, Cheyenne."

I nodded. "So, we're back to calling me by my full name?" I chuckled. "I can't believe you. I thought we were friends."

"We were. Until everything got a little blurry."

"You made things 'a little blurry'. None of this was my fault, I didn't want any of this to happen."

Something changed in his eyes. Before, they were angry and overall fearless. But, they changed. They became soft and almost hurt. I didn't think that he was capable of feeling hurt. Emotionally, at least.

He shook his head. "I can't believe that I'm doing this."

"Doing what?" I unconsciously took a step forward.

"Don't be with Randy," he pleaded.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "We've been through this before, Jon."

"And, I'm saying it again." He raked a hand through his messy hair and shook his head. "I don't know what's wrong with me, or maybe it's something wrong with you." I was surprised, but I didn't interrupt. "I want you to be happy. I want you to be so happy that it hurts. But, just..."

"But, what?" I asked, finally pitching in.

He grabbed me and pulled me into a fast kiss. Pulling away, he pressed his forehead against mine and I could almost hear his thoughts. He took a deep breath before speaking. "But, not with him."

"When someone tells you something as mind-blowing as what Jon told me..." I looked around the room and sighed. "I just don't know what I'm going to do."

I thought I had everything in my life figured out. I thought that by the time I joined the WWE and became a WWE Diva, everything would pan out for itself and I wouldn't have to try so hard to get the things that I really wanted. Then, I learned about Jon. I learned that he had feelings for me, and it changed everything. Nothing made sense to me anymore.

It's been a week since I last spoke to Jon, and nothing has changed between us. Silence and separation are all we know now.

"Cheyenne," I heard a voice from behind me say.

Looking over my shoulder, I forced a smile at one half of the Bella Twins, Brie Bella. "Hey," I said flatly before turning back to the TV that was in front of me.

"What are you watching?" She asked before walking over the couch and sitting next to me. I could tell that she was desperately trying to make conversation, but I wasn't in the mood for talking.

"Last week's RAW."

"Cool," she replied. Something in her voice told me that there was more to her casual entrance.

I looked at her. "Can I help you with something?"

She smiled at me, and considering how close we weren't as of late, I knew that it was fake. "I just wanted to see how you were doing." I sighed, and she was quick to cover herself up. "I know, I know. We haven't been that close lately, but I know that you're going through something. Can we just...put the past behind us for a little while? I want to know that everything is fine with you right now."

"Brie, that's really sweet of you, it is." I paused and sat up a little higher. "But, this isn't the kind of thing that talking about it will help."

She nodded. "I understand. But, I want to make sure that you'll be ok."

"I'll be fine," I said. I wasn't entirely sure that I was telling the truth. If anything, it didn't feel like the truth. Saying it only made me question the honesty of how I was actually feeling. At that point, nothing felt real. Nothing.

What I said seemed to put Brie in her place, but then she barged right back in. "Cheyenne...I realize that I'm probably not the best person to talk to about your problems, but I want us to be close again."

I looked down at my hands. "I know how you feel."

"The way we fell apart," she began, "was so silly. We could have been the best of friends, and I had to ruin it all. And, it wasn't even like it was that big of a deal, really."

Agreeing with her comment, I nodded. "I'm glad that you said that." She smiled and returned to sitting on the couch. "I've needed someone to talk to about this. It's been eating away at me for the last week."

"Then, spill!"

I took a deep breath before explaining everything to her, sparing only the graphic details of my encounters with Jon. And, letting everything go all at once was refreshing in a sense. I could finally breathe without all of the extra baggage clinging on to me for dear life. Breathing felt good, and not because I needed it for survival, but because I needed it to contain my sanity.

"I...I had no idea that all this was going on," she admitted.

Letting go of a sigh, I nodded. "Honestly, I can barely believe it myself."

"So, what are you going to do?"

"Hopefully, I'll figure out a way to be happy without hurting everybody else in the process."

Brie reached out and laid a hand on my shoulder. "You'll think of something."

"But, what am I supposed to think about? Jon is like, my best friend, and Randy is such a great guy."

"Who makes you happy?"

I groaned. "Right now? Nobody."

"No, be honest." I looked up at her as she was pulling her ring out of her back pocket. "I had to take it off to train earlier," she explained. "But, look: Bryan and I are happier than words could ever describe. But, if I hadn't been honest with myself about how he made me feel, we wouldn't be together right now."

"And, you wouldn't be planning your dream wedding," I finished.

She nodded. "And, I would be planning my dream wedding," she confirmed.

I shook my head and covered my eyes with my hands. "This is all too frustrating."

Before saying anything, I could feel her thinking beside me. "You said that Jon's kissed you, right?"

"I told you exactly what Jon and I have done."

She chuckled. "And, you said that Randy kissed you too," she trailed off.

I sat up and took my hands off my eyes. "What are you getting at?"

"Look," she began. "Randy and Jon both obviously have feelings for you. Now, all you have to decide is who you have feelings for in return."

"Easier said than done," I scoffed.

She rolled her eyes. "Because you aren't thinking. You're using your head, not your heart."

In my mind, I was thinking about how badly I wanted to slap her. She knew how much I hated when people used corny quotes and phrases to try and talk to me. It made my life sound cliché, and overall like a poorly written romance novel.

"If you were to listen to that," she gestured towards my heart. "You would know exactly who you wanted to be with."

"And, how am I supposed to do that?"

"Compare them."

My eyebrows shot up. "You want me to what?"

"Compare them against each other. You said that they both have kissed you, and I can only imagine how it must have made them feel, considering how badly they've fallen for you." She sat closer to me. "But, compare how they made you feel."

I sat there and thought. I thought for a long time, actually. How am I supposed to look at both of these men, and actually compare them, side by side?

"Brie wants me to compare Jon and Randy, but she doesn't realize how hard that actually is. I would have to think about every little thing I've said to both of them, and every little thing that they both said to me." I sighed. "I just wish that there was some way for someone else to tell me how I feel. My life would be so much easier that way."

I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter...in the next update, you'll get to see more of how and who she chooses!

Also, let me know in the reviews, who do you want Cheyenne to end up with? I'm thinking long and hard, and I know who I'd choose, but I just want to see what you all think. Also, how long should I continue this story? Should I make it long, or make it short and have a lot of sequels? I don't know...

Anyways, see you all in the next update. :)