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If it weren't for the simple fact that I was going to participate in the fatal-four way for the Divas Championship at WrestleMania, I don't think that I would have been able to keep myself physically calm for the past few days.

"When Jake announced that he was training to become a WWE Superstar, the only thing that I could think about was how awful all of this was going to be. Not only would I be forced to remember him every time I see Danielle, but now I'll have to see him himself."

This just spells drama.

I threw my hair up and went downstairs to the hotel's ballroom where they were serving breakfast. On a normal Saturday morning, I would go running before picking up some groceries and making my own breakfast, but considering all the work that I was having to do that day anyways, I figured that I would make things easier on myself. After all, I'd need to rest for WrestleMania, which is tomorrow.

The smell of the bacon and eggs that were fresh out of the kitchen made my stomach even more hungry then it was before. Like I said before, I was used to making my own breakfast, so the smell of something that didn't come from my work was refreshing.

"Fire up the cameras," I heard a voice from behind me say.

Turning around, my heart stopped to see that it was Colby. "Colby," I trailed off. It had been a long time since he and I had talked in person, so seeing him after what I'd done with Jon was scary.

"You look surprised to see me."

I nodded and laughed as I continued to place the food on my plate. "Yeah, just a little bit."

"It's been too long," he sighed.

I had finished going through the buffet-styled line and I was setting everything down at a table off in the corner of the ballroom. He'd followed me and before I could object - I had really just wanted to be alone - he was already seating himself across from me.

"So, I thought that I'd find Jon with you."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because he's usually attached to your hip."

"Well, not lately."

"What happened?"

I took a deep breath and shook my head. "A lot."

"Well," he looked up at the clock on the wall. "I have all the time in the world."

His curiosity would usually make me want to go up and grab a knife to stab him with, but not today. Today, I had other things to worry about.

"You've been on Twitter recently, right?" He nodded. "Then you've seen what people have been saying about me, right?" He nodded again and I shrugged. "What's the confusion, then? Everybody online already knows what's up."

"Yeah," he nodded, "but those people can't always be trusted. I thought that I'd let you defend yourself."

"There's nothing to defend."

"Don't be so negative."

I laughed. "Negative? How can I be positive when my personal life is being invaded by people who I don't even know?"

By the look on his face, I could tell that he understood where I was coming from. "Look, I know what you mean. Being in The Shield hasn't been the easiest transition. I mean, I used to just be some NXT rookie that everybody'd heard about but never really given enough time to pay attention to. Now, the girls can't keep their eyes off of me."

His story made me shake my head and let out a laugh that sounded dull and airy. "You're so helpful."

He only shrugged. "What can I say? The lady's love the vests."

"You're right. You know exactly how I feel, all the way down to the vests." I rolled my eyes. "Nobody these days has any sense of privacy."

After we ate a little bit - which, I had a hard time doing since our conversation caused me to almost lose my appetite - we sat in silence for a while before he spoke up again.

"You never answered my question."

I shook my head. "What question?"

"About you and Jon."

"There's nothing to tell."

"That's crap, and you know it." He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at me right in the eyes. "I know that you have some fling with Orton, or whatever, but you can still be friends with Jon. Trust me, after the life he's had, he deserves a woman who'll stick with him."

His comments struck me hard. "What do you mean, 'after the life he's had'?"

"Let's just say that he's never really been one to keep a girl down."

"Didn't seem to have trouble-" I stopped when I realized that I wasn't going down a path that I wanted to end up in.

"Just, go see him? Talk to him, tell him that you still care about him? I'm sure that it will go a long way."

"Of course, I want to go see Jon. I would love to explain everything. I miss him, I care about him, he's my friend. But, I don't think that he wants to see me." I sighed and shook my head in disappointment. "I've really messed up my life."

The hallway to Jon's hotel room was longer than I expected. With each step that I took, my heart raced faster and my chest rose and fell harder. There were so many doubts about this that were running throughout my mind, but I couldn't stop myself. I was walking down the empty hallway on a mission.

My feet kept moving, but my mind had stopped working once I approached his door. At that point, I didn't even remember what I was doing.

My breathing was subtle again, which made me relax. Even though I had a pretty good feeling that this wasn't going to go the way I'd hoped, I still stayed. In that moment, all I could think about doing was making amends for something that I never meant to have happen.

I slowly lifted my arm and knocked on the door. There wasn't any sound coming from the inside, so I figured that he was asleep. I knocked a little louder when he didn't answer, and before I could take my hand away, the door swung open.

Jon looked awful. His hair was a mess, all he was wearing was a pair of black sweatpants and his hotel room smelt like cigarettes.

"What do you want?" He asked, his voice groggy.

I sighed. "I know that I'm the last person that you'd want to see."

"What?" He rubbed his eyes to wake up and that's when he really noticed me. "Oh, it's you."

"Yeah," I nodded. "It's me."

"Did Randy get boring?"

My heart ached. "That's not why I came."

He shrugged and walked into his room. I followed him, closing the door behind me. He went into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. "Well, if you're looking for an apology, you came to the wrong place."

I shook my head. "That's not why I'm here either."

"Then what the hell do you want?" He snapped.

"I've...I've missed you, Jon." He laughed, and I continued. "I'm serious."

"Nah," he denied. "No, you don't."

"And, how would you know how I'm feeling?"

He chuckled and put his coffee down. "You run off into the sunset with Randy and then come back and expect me to believe that you miss me?"

He was right. I was hopeless. I didn't deserve his friendship after what I'd done to him, and I shouldn't have expected him to understand why I wanted this so bad. Especially because I wasn't even sure that I really wanted this either.

"This was a mistake," I whispered. "I've got to go."

"Wait," he coughed up. I stopped before I could leave the room, but I didn't turn around. "Tell me," he began, "I'm curious. You said that you were leaning towards me."

My heart dropped and I turned around. "Don't try and get me to explain myself to you."

"I'm not trying. If you want my blessing, you'll have to explain yourself."

"I never asked for your blessing for anything."

"You said that you missed me, and the only way that you're going to get me back is if you explain yourself to me."

"This, this right here, is the reason why I shouldn't have listened to Colby."

I felt like crying, but I held myself together. Crying wasn't going to get me through this one.

"What is there to explain?" I asked, my voice cracking a little. "I was falling for you, but you weren't looking for that kind of thing."

"That's because you went out with Randy," he noted and I nearly stopped breathing.

Is this how it's supposed to feel when the air has been knocked out of your lungs? Is your heart supposed to climb its way up to your throat and choke the life out of you? Or, is this just me being overdramatic? Whatever it is that I'm feeling, I know that there I won't fully recover from that.

"So you did lie," I said. My voice was dry and it came out in almost a harsh whisper.

"I did what I thought you wanted." He seemed to be taken aback by all the revelations.

I shook my head. "This is so stupid."

"What do you mean?"

"We're supposed to be best friends, and all we've done is fight and argue about things that we shouldn't be fighting and arguing about." I forced a chuckle out, which didn't help me feel any better. "It's pathetic.

"How are we supposed to go back to being friends after this?"

We stood in silence. I didn't know the answer to that one. Probably not even Einstein knew the answer to it. Sure, it wasn't like we were going through hell with each other, but after the tight-knit friendship that we'd had over the years, this was hell. It was absolute, burning hell.

"I guess, we start by doing what we do best."

He looked at me and smiled. "What's that?"

"Wrestle."

So, this will be my last update until after WrestleMania. But, be on the lookout for the next chapter, because the next one will be Cheyenne's WrestleMania match. I felt like it would be relatively good timing to do it then.

Once again, thank you all for the wonderful reviews and comments! I would not have kept up with this story if it weren't for all of your support. Keep on letting me know what's on your mind! I always take your thoughts/ideas into consideration, so don't be afraid to let me know.