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AJ POV

WrestleMania is in 3 weeks and I still have nothing scheduled for me. Not a promo. Not a damn match. NOTHING. And it's really starting to piss me off. I'm one of the best they have, yet they still treat me like dirt. When I see Aldis next, I'm demanding him for a match. I don't care what it takes. I missed last year because of a goddamn injury. One that could have been prevented. But not this year. Hell no.

And then there is Rosalie Bennett. The 5'3 gorgeous short dark brown haired beauty with brown eyes haunting my dreams. I wanted to kick myself for how I acted to her back in Atlanta. She didn't deserve it and I know that, but I just don't have an excuse for my actions. It's just best if I keep everyone at arms length…even the one person I don't want to do that to.

I know she's been tryin' to avoid me as much as possible after that interaction and honestly…I don't blame her. I'd want to avoid me, too. She's been nothin' but nice to me since she got hired and has never treated me differently from anyone else. Even though I've seen the way she looks at me, but then again, that could be my mind just playin' tricks on me. With my luck lately, I have no doubt that's what it is.

Hell, news about my divorce spread throughout the company like a freaking wildfire and how I literally lost everything. Even the kids want nothing to do with me. It's probably because I was never home. No doubt it's the reason Darcy divorced me. That and the fact that she cheated on me. That is what set me off. It's why I'm keepin' everyone away from me and why I'm takin' my character so damn serious. It seems like he's the only one that gets me. Everything was taken away from us.

The past 3 weeks have flown by and it's finally the Friday before WrestleMania and I'm on my way to see Nick before the show starts, but before I can even get to his office, I'm stopped by Mia. I quietly groan out my annoyance, but nonetheless turn my attention onto her.

"AJ please, don't shut me out. I've done nothing, but be there for you," she said softly, her tone begging me to listen. Outside of Rosie…if there is anyone I'd choose not to let go of, it's Mia. Ever since joining The OC a year and a half ago, she's practically become like a little sister to me.

I release a heavy sigh through my nose and grab Mia by the shoulders, making sure she's paying close attention. She looks up at me with her steel grey eyes, holding a hopeful look in them. Seeing that look there makes me want to kick myself in the ass because I know it's going to be gone in a nanosecond the moment I open my mouth.

"Mia, I don't have time for this right now. I have more pressing issues to deal with that don't include you," I state and just as I suspected, the hopeful look in her eyes die and it's replaced with defeated sadness as she watches me walk away.

Without knocking, I barge into Nick's office, finding him on the phone. Our eyes meet and I stare intently down at him with a look that says 'We need to talk. Now.' "Ahh, listen…I'll have to call you back. I have other…problems I need to deal with," he tells whoever he was on the phone with, then hangs up. "Mr. Styles. To what do I owe this pleasure to?" Nick asks, his sarcasm and annoyance towards me coming off of him in waves. Ha, good. If he's annoyed with me, he'll give me what I want just to get me off his back.'

"I want a match at WrestleMania. Against Knight," I demand him and Nick looks up at me in exasperation, but I can also see the wheels turning in his head. Satisfaction flows through me, but I don't show it; I continue to look at him with stoic eyes.

"Alright. How about this? You guys did have a small riff back around Royal Rumble, although I thought that had ended once the Rumble was done and over with…apparently not. Mr. Knight already has a match tonight against Bron Breakker. We'll have you interfere, causing Mr. Knight the match and voila, you have your match at WrestleMania because I already know he's going to want to get his hands on you for costing him the match and quite frankly…you've been a thorn in my side since being back. So it's a win-win, Mr. Styles. You can leave now," Nick said, dismissing me.

While I don't care for how he addressed me, I'm not gonna let it bother me because I got my match at WrestleMania. I grin to myself, knowing I just got what I wanted. But that grin disappears when I turn the corner and come face to face with a very pissed off and upset Rosalie. "Oh my god, what now?" I voice my thoughts in exasperation, knowing she heard it.

"Are you serious, AJ? I came across an extremely upset Mia because you have more important issues than any other one that involves your friendship with her? Are you kidding me? You left her heartbroken in the middle of the goddamn hallway because what's bothering her doesn't matter to you anymore?

"Who are you?" Rosie exclaims, "because this isn't the AJ I know! The AJ I've come to love and respect as a person would have dropped everything to make sure his sister was okay!" She cries out. Inside it's hurting me that this is happening, but right now…I can't bring myself to care.

"That AJ died back in September when he lost 3 months of his career because of The Bloodline," I retort monotoned and a look of disappointment shines bright in Rosalie's brown irises.

"That's bullshit and we both know it. You keep this up and you're going to end up miserable and alone," she responds sadly with a shake of her head and the sarcastic smile that was on my face drops immediately and is replaced with a marring frown. That actually hurt more than I thought it would.

"Good. Maybe that's what I want," I shoot back at her before walking around her and down the hall…out of sight. What I don't see are the tears that fall down Rosalie's beautiful cheeks as she watches my retreating form walk away from her in heartbreak.

But if only I knew, later on what my personal angel does for me helps me more than I ever thought possible.

Rosalie POV

I watch AJ as he walks away, unable to stop the tears from falling. I know he didn't mean what he said. There is no way he meant it. I know the real AJ is still in there, I saw the look in his eyes when I told him he'd end up alone. The look of fear in knowing that I may be right.

I don't want to, but I'm about ready to give up on him. He's made it crystal clear on more than one occasion that he doesn't want to be helped nor bothered. It's just a miracle he hasn't taken my head off yet for as many times as I've tried to at least talk to him this past month and a half. Something in me though is telling me not to give up…not just yet.

I try to shake off what just happened and get back to my night and my job. I can't let one person…one man destroy my wellbeing. I go to catering, grab the largest Red Bull they have and go back to my station and wait for the superstars as they put me to work.

When I walk into my room, I already find Mia sitting in my chair, waiting for me. "Hey Mia, is there something you need? Did you need a touch up or something?" I ask her, rounding the chair as I come face to face with her.

She looks up at me with sad eyes, but not a touch of her make up or hair is out of place. Shaking her head, she replies, "no. You did an awesome job earlier with it, but…" she heaves a sigh, breaking eye contact with me before meeting my eyes once more. "I heard you talked to him…or at least tried to. I already know it didn't work out well judging by the look on your face, but I wanted to thank you for the attempt. I just don't know what's gotten into him," Mia expresses.

Sighing, I lean against the vanity and place my hand on Mia's shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. "First off…you're welcome," I provide her with a small smile. "He means a lot to me, too, so it kills me that he's shutting all of us out. I know I've known him longer than you, but you've spent more time with him and if you can't figure out why he's acting the way he is…I doubt any of us will. That is, unless he's willing to let one of us back in and at the rate he's going…" I say, leaving my sentence hanging and Mia nods her head.

"He's not going to. I just don't want him destroying himself even more than what he already has and going deeper into that damn rabbit hole to where he won't be able to get out," she exclaims quietly, slamming her fist on the chairs armrest.

"Trust me, girl. I know. Like you, I'll continue to keep an eye on him," I tell her and then suddenly, she gives me a weird, but amused look. My eyes widen at her change in demeanor and I stand up just a little bit straighter. "What?" I ask.

"Do you…like him? I mean like…like him as more than just a friend?" Mia asks me with a playful tone and my cheeks heat up as I turn red and break eye contact with her, shifting uncomfortably under her stare. "You do, don't you!" She said in excitement, but keeps her tone quiet.

I subtly nod my head, making eye contact with her once more and her own soften upon seeing the scared look on my face. "I do. I have for a while, but because he was married…I never said anything," I whisper.

Mia reaches out and grabs my hand, giving it a squeeze. "Sweetie, your secret is safe with me. I promise. I'm just glad he has someone who cares about him and worries just as much as I do. You have my permission to kick his ass and/or date him. Whichever you wanna do," she tells me, completely serious and I can't help but release a laugh. I tug on her hand, bringing her to her feet.

"C'mere, Mich," I say and pull her into a tight hug. "I love you, girl," I whisper, not wanting to let go.

Mia gives me an extra tight squeeze before releasing her hold on me, "I love you, too. Don't give up on our boy…okay?" She tells me and I nod my head with a small smile.

"I promise. I won't," I reply.

"Good. I'll see you later, Rosie Cheeks," Mia said and gives me a 'Too Sweet' before she leaves me to myself. I release a breath I didn't even know I was holding and get back to work.

Later on back at the hotel, I had just finished checking in for the weekend, since we'll be staying here for the next couple of nights and I couldn't help but overhear the hotel had screwed up AJ's reservation. The gist of the problem was that they had overbooked and there were no more rooms left available. How they managed to do that at the hotel the superstars are staying at is beyond me.

"You have got to be freaking kidding me! How the hell do you not have anymore rooms?" AJ exclaims, slamming his fist onto the counter before he pulls at his hair in frustration. "You do realize who I am, right? I am one of the superstars," he snaps at the innocent woman behind the concierge desk. She looks like a frightened deer caught in headlights as she watches him get more and more upset that she can't even respond to him.

Deciding to take his wrath off of her and putting it onto me, I make my way over to him. Gripping AJ's arm, I spin him around, forcing him to put his attention onto me. I apologize to the young woman for his behavior before setting my blazing eyes onto him.

"You need to check yourself…and fast, Jones. It's not her fault this happened, so don't you dare take your anger and frustration out on her," I snap at him. He goes to open his mouth, but I don't give him the chance to.

Taking my hotel room key, I slap it against his chest with more force than what was necessary and rip my hand from his when he catches said room key in his hand. He looks at me in surprised confusion, but I can also see the anger and annoyance at me acting towards him the way I just did.

"What are you doin', Rose?" He asks in exasperation and I roll my eyes at him, pulling my cell phone out of my back pocket.

"What does it look like, AJ? You take my room for the night and I'll find one of the girls to bunk with. We can't have your miserable ass even more unhappy than what it already is, now can we?" I retort, conjuring up the biggest attitude I can with him at the moment.

He stands there and gawks at me because I don't think he expected me to speak to him the way I just did. He goes to say something, but thinks better of it and turns away, walking towards the elevators. I breathe a deep sigh of relief, knowing I nipped that in the butt and fast. Now I just need to fix my dilemma and hope that one of the girls has a spare bed they can share for the night.

After a half an hour of trying to find someone to bunk with, I'm shit outta luck. I release a frustrated cry and go back out to my rental car, being forced to spend the night there. I know the man I'm in love with is up in my room, but there is no way in hell I'm spending the night in an enclosed space with him. Not at the moment. Not with how are egos and attitudes are at an all-time high right now. It's just for one night and tomorrow, everything will be rectified.

The following morning, I feel like complete and total dogshit because I literally got little to no sleep. I never knew sleeping in the back of a car could be so uncomfortable.

Needing to pee more than anything, I grab the basic essentials, a change of clothes and make use of the hotels bottom floor bathroom and brush my teeth after relieving myself. Thank God, I took a shower yesterday morning, so I'll just have to wait until tonight to take one again. I quickly throw on some eyeliner, mascara, foundation and blush, followed by a quick run of the brush through my hair.

Realizing the time, my eyes almost pop out of their sockets and I grab a quick coffee from the main lobby to go before hauling ass to the arena where WrestleMania will be held for the next 2 days.

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I curse out loud as I lug my suitcase full of supplies down the halls until I finally make it to the room that I'll be occupying for the next 48 hours. Getting my stuff out, set up and plugged in, I release a big yawn when Mia walks into the room.

"Girl, this is all said outta love, but you look like shit. Did you get any sleep last night?" She asks, plopping in the nearest seat to her, putting her attention onto me.

Before I even answer her, I take a big chug of the Red Bull I managed to snatch on my way in. "Ha, funny you should ask that. The answer is hardly. I was lucky if I got a solid hour straight," I reply and she looks at me baffled.

"I'm sorry, but how?" Mia asked, genuinely curious.

"Two syllables…AJ," I said as I get more of my stuff together.

"AJ? What does he have to do with you getting no sleep?"

"I'm glad you asked. I guess apparently, the hotel overbooked and had no rooms left when he went to go check in. How the hotel managed to do that is beyond me, but he took his anger out on the poor girl behind the desk. She looked like she wanted to be anywhere but behind the desk at that moment. So I stepped in and gave him a piece of my mind before ungraciously giving him my room for the night, just to shut him up.

"I told him I'd ask one of the girls if I could bunk with them for the night, but that plan got foiled real quick when I couldn't find anyone. So…" I take a breath before swallowing another mouthful of Red Bull, "I slept…or attempted to sleep in my rental last night, just so he could have a goddamn room. And you know what…he didn't even say thank you," I explain to Mia, letting my attitude show in my frustration towards the end of my rant.

The flabbergasted look paired with a dropped jaw from my blue haired friend is the only confirmation I need. "He really has lost his damn marbles. If he didn't have his match tonight, I'd kick his ass myself," Mia replied with anger in her voice and I shake my head at her.

"Don't. I appreciate you girl, but I'm just going to forget it ever happened, get everything sorted out tonight since I couldn't this morning and let bygones be bygones. It's not worth arguing with someone who's not going to listen in the first place. This is just going to make me see him in a different light. Now more so than before. I never thought he could be capable of something like this and then he goes and surprises the hell outta me. And it really hurts too with how much I like him. I don't know so much anymore," I tell Mia solemnly.

"Well, if you ever need to talk, I'm here," she replies, pulling me into a hug, sensing that in that moment, one is desperately needed.

"Thank you, Mich…I appreciate that. And you," I tell her truthfully.

AJ POV

Now I really feel like shit. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I was actually coming to thank Rosie for last night, but hearing her tell Mia what happened and learning about the fact that she slept in her car because of me…makes me feel like the scum of the earth. Not to mention hearing how unbearable I've been. I didn't know I was that bad.

I also don't know how she's going to take it when I tell her that there has been no changes within the reservations. I tried to get it fixed this morning, but to no avail. There are still no rooms available. I only hope she'll be willing to listen to what I have to say.