Losing Your Marbles (Sequel to Dating Destruction)

Awkward Moments

Bekka's POV

        I begin to gain consciousness as I hear my phone's notification tone goes off. I reach my arm to the nightstand and check it:

        From: Paige

        Hey, you didn't come back to the room last night. You alright?

        I blink a few times, wondering where I was. I sit up in the bed and become aware of my surroundings. As my ears develop, I hear snoring that sounds oddly similar to a bear. I freeze where I am, realizing that I wasn't alone. I turn my head to the right and see a tattooed man next to me. Oh my god. My head is throbbing from the crazy hangover. I aggressively shake the man next to me.

        "Jey! Wake the hell up!" He lets out a grunt and sits up.

        "What the hell happened last night?" I question, clearly frustrated.

        "Well, lets connect the dots. Drinking, partying, and waking up next to your friend could only mean one thing" He laughs.

        I hit him on the shoulder, "This isn't funny!"

        "Lighten up! At least I'm not some complete stranger!" He points. I sigh and reach for a large t-shirt that was on the floor. I slip it on and go to the bathroom, taking my jeans and underwear with me. I make sure that I have everything and go back to Paige and I's room.

        "You had me worried sick! You could have died in a drinking accident!" Paige yelled. "That isn't even your shirt! Who's shirt is that?"

        I sigh, "Calm down. I'm fine! The shirt's Jey's..." My voice trails off and I unfold mine to reveal and huge stain. It was either vomit or alcohol or both.

        "I'm just glad you aren't dead or worse" She replies. I make sure not to mention sleeping with Jey to anybody, not even Angel and Ryder.

        Tonight I had a match: Myself and Paige versus two unknown competitors. Even as the general manager, I was unable to know who my opponents were. Paige and I's entrances ended as we waited in silence for the two we would be facing.

        You're not enough for me...

        I shot a look at Paige as the tron showed the LayCool entrance video.

        "Impossible" Paige mumbled. Out of the curtain, Michelle McCool and Layla strut out. Michelle puts the mic up to her lips,

        "You two looked shocked! Well guess what? LayCool is back, bitches! And I'm coming for that title" She threats, pointing at my belt. Paige and I decide that I'm going to start against Michelle so that I can make a statement. 

        Winners as a result of submission... Bekka Bryan and Paige!

        We were jumping around and celebrating when Paige falls over. Layla had her in an ankle lock. I catch her in the act and let my boots meet the side of Layla's face.

        "You okay?" I ask Paige, trying to help her up.

        "That ankle lock was vicious" She replies, stumbling. She clearly couldn't stand up straight, let alone walk all the way to the trainer. I turn my back toward her, 

        "Hop on" I offer. She wraps her arms around my neck so I could piggyback her to the trainer.

        *Laughing* Oh! It's time to rock and roll...

        My jaw drops as Paige's grip tightens.

        "Congrats, Bekka. You never fail to make me proud. As your aunt, I am happy that you are half way to my Women's title record... but as a fellow female talent, I have to warn you about McCool. She's tough, but I know that you can take her. That's why I want to be by your side when you get Michelle to leave once again" Trish Stratus vowed. I climb out of the ring with Paige still on my back and shake hands with Trish.

        "Paige's ankle has a minor sprain. Nothing too major, but I'd recommend laying low for a few days." The trainer spoke. We both nodded and I helped her back to my office.