The Teen Intern

Des's Intense Confrontation

Chapter 8:

"Is it true that if you walk under a ladder, it is considered bad luck?" Desiree asked Brad Maddox in his office, while watching the Money in the Bank ladder match for the World Championship. Desiree didn't want to bother The Shield, when they were out competing or before they went out to compete. Jon had given her some motivation to go out and be more social and Des agreed. She searched the backstage area for that one person that accepted her weirdness and that's Brad. Colby and Joe retained their Tag titles in the kickoff show and Desiree knows that Jon is being booked to lose the ladder match. But, she couldn't help, but be breath taken, when Jon flipped over and stood on the ladder, reaching for the briefcase, while two other Superstars were holding the ends of the ladder.

"Um…I think it's a superstition." Brad guessed, while looking over his script for the segment he was going to have following the ladder match. Brad was pretty nervous. He didn't want to mess up and make a mistake.

Des shifted her eyes from the television to a focused Brad Maddox, reading a script. Desiree couldn't help, but look at him. She always wondered how the WWE personal were able to memorize a script in a short period of time.

"Congratulations on the GM position." Desiree smiled at him.

Just hearing Des's voice, jumped his head from the script to her gaze. He let out an awkward smile and chuckle, before responding. "Thank you. You're the first one that has congratulated me." he noted.

Desiree's eyes widened. Was Brad being serious? Had no one bothered to congratulate him on his storyline GM position? She thought that it was so sad; does he have friends other than the sixteen year old intern that he talks to? Was Desiree looking at a male, older version of herself? "No one has congratulated you?" she found herself asking him.

Brad shook his head no. "Besides you? Not one person. I don't know if you know this, but I'm not the most popular guy in the locker room. I'm not dating a Bella." he waved his hands without enthusiasm and went back to scribbling something on his script.

WWE reminded her somewhat of her high school in Grand Rapids. You had the popular people and then you had the nerds, geeks, and socially awkward people. Desiree wasn't the popular girl and she enjoyed that. She enjoyed not being noticed, there was a time it made her develop this low self esteem about herself, which was when her anorexia nervosa happened. But now, she wished she wouldn't have had that mindset.

"It's better if you remain in the shadows, then you won't be involved with the backstage drama." Desiree gave him some wisdom to think about.

Their attention was turned to the television, where it showed Damien Sandow with a blue briefcase in his hands, his theme playing in victory.

"I think you might want to check on Dean." Brad advised her, awkwardly.

Des nodded her head, agreeing with Brad. "I think I'll go." she said, walking out the door. Desiree peeked back in the room from the door, looking at Brad. "Good luck with your segment. You'll do awesome. Just be you." was the last thing Desiree said before leaving.

"She gained two pounds this week?" Dr. Meyers asked Dr. Vasquez over Desiree's laptop.

"Yes, I'm amazed with her progress. She's been doing exactly as told. I'm very happy." Dr. Vasquez looked at Des and gave her a high-five. Jon also gave her a high-five.

"Good. Now Desiree, have you been eating the right portion of food for someone of your stature?" Dr. Meyers asked her. It was important for Desiree not to overwhelm herself with big meals. She's only been on the road to recovery for about three weeks. She can't stuff herself and gain the weight in an unsafe way.

"I believe so. Jon's been reminding me to eat the right foods, but also get some fats inside myself. After the show we're going out for burgers, fries and shakes. Is that okay?" Desiree asked her dietician. It would be the first time that she would have a burger in about two years. Her mom always got paranoid that if she were to have a burger that she would fall back to her unhealthy ways.

"I think that will be fine. Have fun, and know when to stop eat and still feel full." Desiree had a smile on her face when Dr. Meyers said that it would be fine for her to do that."

"We will have fun with it." Jon told her, a smirk creeping on his face.

"Well, I'll see you two next week. Glad that you showed up, Jon. Hope you continue your progress, Desiree." Dr. Meyers signed off as Desiree leaned over to shut the laptop closed. After, Dr. Vasquez said her goodbyes and left the wrestler and intern alone.

"Dessy, can you do me a favor and get my bag out of the rental car before you discuss our scripts to Stephanie?" Jon asked her as she put on a slim, short, black leather jacket.

Des hummed yes in response, before exiting the door—that was when she saw to figures, standing in her way. Desiree was looking at Colby and Joe. She decided to play casual and placed a small smile on her face.

"Hey Joe, hey Colby." she pushed her glasses back to her eyes. "What's up?" she asked them.

"We were just going inside the locker room." Colby pointed at the door.

"Were you just exiting the locker room?" Joe asked her, curiously.

Desiree looked back at the locker room door and bit her bottom lip, when looking back at the two men."Yeah, I have to get Jon's bag from the rental car?"

"Speaking of Jon, you've been spending a lot of time with him. You want to tell us what's up with you guys?" Colby seductively asked her, his tone of voice was intended to be taken as a joke.

Joe upside Colby on the head and Colby winced in pain. "I agree with Colby, what's up with you and him?" Joe asked her.

Desiree needed an excuse and fast. She can't tell them that Jon caught her, trying to make herself throw up. She can't tell these guys about her anorexia nervosa. If she were to tell these guys the reason why Jon has been spending time with her, even though she is seeking the treatment, she will have two no's and it's not even August yet. Joe and Colby can't know about this secret. They would want her to go back to Grand Rapids and get the right form of medical treatment that life on the road cannot provide her. And she does not want to go back to Michigan, a place where she is basically unaccepted by society.

"What the hell is going on?" the voice of Jon asked, brashly.

The two wrestlers and the intern turned around to find Jon in his special ops outfit, looking at the two men, unsure of what is going on. To Des, Jon couldn't come at a much needed time. She released a sigh of relief.

"Desiree, I asked you to get my damn bag out of the fucking vehicle." Jon reminded the intern, angrily. In Jon's eyes, she could see him, darting his eyes towards the door, which led to the parking lot.

Desiree grew a smirk at the corner of her mouth. Jon had her back, like he did a few weeks back at the café. Desiree was going to have to pull an act.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Good. They wanted to talk to me." Desiree acted like she was afraid of Jon, before walking away, heading to the parking lot.

Walking to the parking lot, Desiree laughed her ass off. To avoid being heard, she covered her mouth, which helped block her laughter only a bit. Jon pretended to be an asshole was funny to her because he's so not that way with her. He's not as rough with her as he is with Joe and Colby. Jon saved her ass twice in just a few week periods. But, the question still lies.

How long can Des and Jon go on from keeping Desiree's secret from Colby and Joe?