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Most women spend their days willingly daydreaming about Randy and Jon's lips wrapped around theirs, but for me, it was a task.

I'd spent two days trying to make up my mind. How could I decide between them? Sure, it wasn't like I was having to weed through their characteristics to see which one of them could be a good husband or something. And, sure, whatever relationship we had together probably wouldn't last longer than a few months or years at best. But, it was still a big deal. To me, at least. I was still having to choose between two men who had my heart in their hands.

"It's so scary to think that I could potentially hurt one of them. I don't want to be the reason that they're angry or upset. I wouldn't be able to handle that."

Tonight was yet another episode of Monday Night RAW. In fact, it was the last one before WrestleMania. And, considering that I'm not getting to perform at "The Grandest Stage of Them All," I don't get a match on RAW either.

I was walking to my locker room to talk to some of the girls when Randy called my name and I turned to greet him.

"How are you?" He asked. I could tell by the light sweat above his brow that he had just finished doing a few warm-up's.

I smiled. "I've been great," I lied.

"Good." He smiled back at me. "To be honest, I thought that you'd call me back after our date."

"Date," I mumbled. "Right, our date. Um, I've been a little busy."

He nodded. "Look, I get it if you didn't expect a second date."

"No," I stopped him. "That's not it at all. It's just...I've never had good luck with boyfriends."

His eyes looked down into mine and I remembered all the decisions that I was having to make. It hurt me even more to think that he had no idea about the things that were running around throughout my head. He had no idea that I was comparing him to my best friend, the one guy that probably hates him more than any other person in this company.

"Well, then you're in luck."

"What do you mean?" I smiled as he did as well.

"Turns out that I'm pretty good with girlfriends."

I couldn't help but blush. Just as I was about to say something in return, I saw Jon walking towards us from over Randy's shoulder. I brace myself for a fight to break out, but nothing too irrational happened. Instead, Jon simply approached me and politely asked if he could talk to me in private.

"Sure," I nodded. "I'll call you," I called out to Randy before disappearing into a vacant room with Jon. "If you're going to tell me that I can't be with Randy, you're wasting your time."

"Just, let me say something."

I sighed and waited. "Fine."

He collected himself before speaking. "I made a mistake, kissing you. I shouldn't have done it, and I'm sorry if I sent the wrong message."

Shocked. Confused. Maybe, I was just a little startled by his admission.

"The wrong message?" I prayed that he could sense my confusion, but I wasn't sure that it was coming across fully.

"You probably think that I have feelings for you."

Once again, everything just shook my core. "Well, yeah. I mean, Jon," I brought my voice down to a whisper. "We slept together."

"And, I realized how sketchy it all must have seemed."

I shook my head. "You're such an asshole."

"I get it, you're mad."

"Mad?" I started laughing. "I'm not mad at all. If anything, I'm happy that you told me this. Because, now I can go back to Randy and tell him that I love him."

I immediately regretted it, because suddenly that wasn't what I was feeling. And, by the look on his face, I could tell that what he was saying wasn't the truth either.

"So, you do love him."

Tears were filling my eyes, but I held them back. "No, dumbass. No, I don't love him. I don't even know what love is!" I couldn't hold them back anymore, and before I could stop myself, they were falling freely from my eyes.

"Chey," he said in a comforting tone, but I quickly rejected him.

"Don't try to make yourself look better." I backed away from him until I was close enough to feel the cold wall radiating behind me. "You're a liar and a pathetic excuse for a man."

"How many times should I apologize?"

"You haven't yet," I sneered. "You haven't said that you were sorry for 'leading me on.' In fact, who really knows if that's even what you're doing?"

"Cheyenne," his teeth were clenched together as he spoke. "I'm telling you the truth."

I shook my head. "I was leaning towards you," I admitted. My voice cracked and sounded weak, but I still admitted it. I still got it out there even though I knew that he was probably going to retort in some rude way, but he didn't.

"What do you mean?"

The tears had stopped falling, but they hadn't stopped building in my eyes. "I was trying to pick between you and Randy. I was leaning towards you."

The look in his eyes couldn't be forgotten. He looked so sad, so depressed. Like, I'd taken every ounce of light from his life. I could feel more tears welling up, but I fought them back like I'd never fought anything off in my life. I couldn't let him see me all apart again, not after the show I'd put on.

"I'm...I'm sorry," he finally said. His voice was so flat, so...fake. He wasn't sorry because he wasn't being honest.

He made it all up.

I was about to say something back when he left the room abruptly, leaving me alone and exhausted from fighting. All I could do was fall over and cry. I cried for a long time. Probably half an hour. I wasn't entirely sure why I was feeling this way, but my heart was pounding against my ribcage and my breath was short and quick. It felt like I'd been shot, but there was no blood. He'd never had this affect on me, at least not to this extent.

It took me awhile to realize that I'd managed to fall down to the floor to where I was crying. Standing up, I wiped away the evidence of pain from my face and tried to compose myself. Before leaving, however, I let one more ounce of anger go by slamming my hand into the wall.

The only thing I could do that would keep me from going off the deep end was focus on the wall in front of me. Nothing was going on around me, I was in the vacant parking garage of the arena sitting down in front of a line of empty buses. All I could do was stare into the wall.

To make myself seem less crazy, I pretended that I was watching a movie. On the wall. Yeah, it still sounds crazy.

Somehow, I was beginning to get lost in the blank wall. It amazed me in the strangest way. I looked down at my hands and chuckled to myself. Was I really that weird? I was finding pleasure in sitting in a parking garage, staring up at a wall that had nothing of interest on it? It was completely blank. Painfully blank. So blank that I was literally stuck in it.

I tried not to think about it, but Jon's voice saying "I made a mistake," became the only thing registering in my mind.

Fine.

He doesn't want to be with me?

Then I don't want to be with him.

"Cheyenne?"

I looked up from my phone to see Stephanie McMahon, smiling down at me. I could tell that the smile was forced, probably sympathetic considering what people had been saying to me, but still forced.

Pretending to be delighted, I forced a smile at her too. "It's good to see you."

"I was hoping that you'd have a moment," she said.

I nodded. "Sure."

She pulled me into her office and I winced as the door slammed slightly behind our arrival. We both sat almost at the same time, which made me feel more comfortable. At least she didn't expect me to wait for her approval to be seated.

"I must say, you've surprised me."

My eyebrows shot up and I shook my head. "How did I do that?"

"Don't act so humble," she insisted. Her voice didn't sound rude, but rather playful. "You've shocked the entire WWE Universe actually. Nobody thought that you would have this big of an impact on the show."

"Total Divas," I mumbled.

"Total Divas," she confirmed.

I nodded. "Well, it hasn't been as bad as I originally thought."

"Glad to hear it." She smiled and I bit the inside of my cheek as I awaited her next remarks. "So, the producers and I have been talking, and we actually wanted to get your thoughts on possibly going towards more airtime. You know, become a permanent cast member."

"More airtime?" She nodded in response. "Like, I'd have to be filmed a lot more?"

She chuckled, rather laughed wholesomely before answering. "That would mean that we would need more footage of you, yes."

I did think about it. The show hadn't turned out to be as stressful as I'd thought, but it did have its bad moments. After all, who could forget all the devastatingly painful scenes between myself and Jon, Randy, and of course, Jake.

Luckily for me, this wasn't being filmed, so I could be as open and honest as I wanted.

"If it's all the same to you, I don't know if this is the direction I want to take with my career."

She nodded in what I hoped was understanding. "I do understand," she said, causing me to relax. "However," she began and my relaxation subsided, "I do think that this is a smart move. After all, we're still trying to decide what to do on WrestleMania."

If everything that made you angry in the world all came together one day and decided to gang up on you, that's exactly how I was feeling. All I wanted to do in that moment was jump up onto the table and throw my arms at her, wail at her face and hopefully knock her out. Sure, it's rude. But it's how I felt.

"I thought you already had a WrestleMania match picked out," I seethed.

She could sense my discomfort. "We did have a match card picked out, but we made some room for changes."

Basically, I wasn't expecting that. For the McMahons, they always had their ducks in a row. Everything had to be perfect and in order ahead of the game, or someone was getting axed. I was just relieved that today it wasn't me.

"Why the sudden change of heart?" My voice had a slight sass to it and Stephanie caught onto it.

"We realized that some people deserved a chance." My face grew pale. "So, how about we make a deal?"

I shrugged. "Let me hear the details."

"You accept the offer and become a higher rated Total Diva, which will bring in millions of dollars for the company, and in exchange you get to be a part of the Divas Championship match at WrestleMania."

I chuckled. "It doesn't sound like you're getting much out of the deal."

"We get the satisfaction of doing what's best for business."

Something about her ridiculous reason caused me to laugh. "Looks like you've got a deal."

"You're going to be in the match at WrestleMania?"

I smiled at Randy's enthusiasm. "Yes," I said in a sarcastic tone. "It's going to be a fatal-four-way."

"Congratulations," he said with a smile before draping his arm around me. I slightly squirmed as I felt the sweat on his arm coat my shoulder. "What?" He asked, noticing my discomfort. When he realized what it was, he laughed and pulled his arm away. "I forgot, you're not into relationships."

Playfully, I slapped his bare chest. "That's not it! Your arm feels like Niagara Falls is running from it."

He laughed at my comment. "Well, in that case." He returned his arm, this time dragging me with him down the hall. I felt so childish, but I couldn't contain my laughter. Considering what I'd been through earlier that night, it felt good to feel free.

I'd gone directly to the Gorilla position to wait for him once I saw that his match had ended. I just needed to fill him in on my exciting news.

And, of course, being the trouper that he is, he was in full support.

"So, what's it for tonight?"

I looked up at him and smiled brightly. "I was thinking that I'd finally get a good nights rest."

"Well, I won't keep you then." He backed away and held his hands up in peace, which I playfully pushed back down to his side.

"No," I whined. "Keep me up."

He smiled at me and leaned forward. I could see someone watching out of the corner of my eye, but I didn't stop to check before Randy's lips were suddenly being pressed against mine. Something felt so wrong about it, yet at the same time, it felt amazing. It wasn't until he pulled away that I caught a glimpse of the man who had been watching our passionate kiss.

It was Jon.