Remind Me [WWE] [Shawn Michaels] {Book 2}

Chapter Twenty-Eight: You Taught Me

|Shawn|

March 29th, 1998
WrestleMania 14

I stormed through the arena, daring anyone to cross me. Most people were clearing out, and a few had already heard the locker room commotion. Those in my path gave me space, able to see how close to snapping I was.

Paul was waiting for me near one of the exits. He was leaning against the wall, but straightened up when he saw me. "Where's Kat?"

I clutched the ring in my hand. The ring I had made for her. The ring she wore for months.

The ring she threw at me.

I shrugged it off. "She's not coming. We going to the after party or what?"

What I needed was to take multiple substances, hear some booming music, and pass out long enough to forget. I needed away from here and to go back to what I knew.

"You're seriously going out?" Paul asked. "What do you mean about Kat?"

"Just stop saying her name," I growled. Every time he repeated it, he reminded me of the relationship that was past repair. "I'm going, because I know how to have fun. Something some of you couldn't dream of."

"Look, I don't know what pissed you off but I'm not going to that party and I'm not leaving without Kat."

There he went again, taking her side. Every since Kat came into the picture, I was the bad guy.

"You know what?" I reached my breaking point. "Fuck you, Paul! You have never been on my side. You're my best friend, you're supposed to have my back!"

"I can't do that when you're being a massive asshole." He was calm as a rock, which made my blood boil hotter.

"Don't call me," I snapped. "Don't come to the house. I don't want to hear any more lectures. I don't need you. I don't need anyone."

With that, I pushed past him into the car lot. I had the keys to our rental, so the other two could find their own way home. I was done, and I was getting out of there. I was going to that party to forget the rest of this.

That was the only way I knew how to deal with the pain.

***

Kat sat on the edge of the hotel bed, while I sat in front of her on the floor. She insisted on brushing out my hair after my shower. She told me I was destroying my hair by not taking care of it properly, so she was taking matters into her own hands.

We were just talking about nothing, winding down after WrestleMania 19. We used to party after big shows, but now we were at the point in our lives where we just wanted to shower and sleep. Kat and I enjoyed each other's company the most during these quiet evenings.

"Is Jericho your friend too?" I teased. I wasn't letting the Edge thing go until she told me what happened. It seemed like too juicy of a story to let her sweep it under the rug.

Mostly, though, I was just joking. Seeing Kat squirm was even funnier now that we were older. I was used to her being cool, calm, and collected now. Which made it all the better when she turned bright red.

"I told you, what me and Adam had... It was just a fling. It only lasted one night."

I faked a dramatic gasp. "Sarah Katherine McMahon, golden child of Vincent Kennedy McMahon, are you telling me you had a one night stand?"

I couldn't see, but I assumed she was blushing. "I haven't been the golden child since I met you."

"That's not an answer," I said.