Hope For The Best, Expect The Worst, Life's a Play and We're All Unrehearsed

This morning sucks so badly. I have this freaking huge headache and it’s like bugging me. We didn’t have any Tylenol so… that sucked even more. We were all told to go home for the rest of the week, since its Summerslam weekend. Yes, I am very glad Triple H is in charge; I can actually go home and hang out with people I grew up with. But what sucks is we have to go to RAW first THEN go home. That’s one thing, I didn’t want to do. I have to do this stupid promo with Beth and Nattie after their match. This is really great! (Sense the sarcasm) Hopefully since we’re all going home, Taylor and Heather can at least have SOMETIME part. Like seriously, they need it. Badly.

“Wake up!!!” I laughed, shaking the bed so Kevin can wake the hell up.

“Reason your shaking the bed?” Kevin said rubbing his eyes.

“You need to wake up.” I said.

“Why? I don’t have to do anything today.” Kevin explained.

“Ohhh yes you do! You’re coming to my live event tonight!” I jumped.

“You’re what?!” Kevin shook his head.

“Ugh, my wrestling event! Jeez do you not know anything?” I glared.

“It’s not my fault; I get confused when it comes to live event things.” Kevin shrugged.

“Sure you do! Are you going home after tonight?” I asked.

“No, I’m coming home with you,” Kevin smirked “Coach said I can stay for a while. But I have to come back on Monday. Next Monday.”

“Yeah…. About that….” I mumbled.

“What?” Kevin raised his eyebrow.

“My dad is there…” I sighed.

“So?” Kevin shrugged.

“He doesn’t like my boyfriends… unless they’re from Jamaican… Or Grenadian… Well the Caribbean.” I explained.

“You’re joking.” Kevin dropped his head.

“No, I’m not.” I shook my head.

“Call him.” Kevin said.

“What the hell?! I have to go through this again.” I rolled my eyes.

“Why again?” Kevin asked.

“Because my dad didn’t like Sharp, what makes you think it’s going to change when you talk to him?” I cocked my head.

“Unlike Sharp, I have class.” Kevin smirked.

“Oh, you’re funny.” I said.

“Come on, just call him. Please?” Kevin smiled.

“Du- fine…” I rolled my eyes, getting my phone and calling my dad.

“This better be important.” My dad said answering the phone.

Well that was kinda of a quick answer…

“Dad I’m pregnant.”

“Jamila!” Kevin shouted.

“Don’t worry; he’ll know this is important.”

“Oh this must be important.”

“Yeah it is. Kevin wants to talk to you.”

“Who’s that?”

“My… boyfriend.”

“Oh my god you have another one.”

“Yeah dad… make it seem like a bad thing.”

“Give him the phone.”

“Don’t yell at him.” I begged.

“Ewe, you’re begging. There’s no begging in this family.”

“Dad you beg for money.” I rolled my eyes.

“Give Kevin the phone.” My dad is weird sometimes you just won’t understand.

“Here” I said giving Kevin the phone. “Be nice.”

“Yeah dad?” Kevin joked.

“You jerk.” I laughed leaving the room and going into the living room.

“Well!” Punk said looking at me.

“Uh… well what?” I rolled my eyes.

“You were having a mental breakdown at the bar. I’m surprised you’re not in a nut house.” Punk laughed.

“Your gonna need a nut house for your left nut if you keep talking.” I glared.

“That’s kinda harsh.” Punk said.

“Good. That tells you not to mess with a chick that’s bi-polar.” I smirked.

“Oh that’s what you are! Shit I thought you were crazy.” Kane laughed.

“Why are you here? I don’t like you.” I said pointing at him.

“Well, your best friend loves me.” Kane smirked.

“I don’t know why. You’re fucking annoying.”

“Offended!” Kat shouted from her room.

“Good!” I shouted back.

“Really… you guys are really going to scream…” Punk glared.

“It wasn’t screaming, it was shouting. If you want me to scream then I’ll scream.” I thought.

They all just shook their heads no.

“That’s what I thought.” I smiled.

“Sup peoples!” Sarah said coming out her room.

“Sarah! The person I wanted to talk to!” Kane jumped.

“Kat did it.” Sarah answered quickly.

“No, not that, I wanted to ask you something. Do you think Kat would make a good mother?” Kane asked.

When he asked her that, I literally, spit my water out my mouth.

“WAIT! Did you just ask Sarah, if Kat would make a good mom!? Dude she taught my little brother how to say the C word and to kick me in my vajayjay.” I gagged.

“She did?” Sarah gasped.

“If you hear our late night phone calls you would probably understand more. And yes, yes she did.” I nodded.

“Kat a mom? Really?” Punk shook his head.

“Well don’t get me wrong, she’ll make a great mom… wait why are you asking us this?” I asked Kane.

“Because, I was thinking, maybe we need some kids.” Kane shrugged.

“Dude, she’s a superstar.” Dustin said.

“Yeah but still we won’t be traveling after tonight we might as well….start.” Kane said.

“I think you should be talking to Kat about this.” I suggested.

“Yeah I know. I just wanted opinions.” Kane said.

“Well, I think Kat would make a good mom. But if she needs a babysitter, my phone will be disconnected.” Sarah laughed.

“And I thought you were the nice one.” Dustin said.

“Sarah’s not nice…” I mumbled.

“You’re not nice.” Sarah looked at me.

“Well because I don’t have a nice bone in my body. Never did, never will.” I shrugged.

“How the hell did you make it in life?!” Punk shook his head.

“It’s called, ‘Settling Business’.” I said with air quotes.

“Are you going to be arrested soon?” Dustin cocked his head.

“No… I hope not…” I said.

“Where’s Kevin?” Kane asked.

“Talking to someone on the phone.” I replied.

“Yo’ pops?” Taylor smirked coming out her room. I just nodded my head.

“Oh god.” Taylor rolled her eyes.

“Bad thing?” Sarah asked me.

“Yes,” I nodded “Why are you looking down your shirt?” I laughed looking at Taylor.

“Because, my boobs are like mad small and I freaking hate it. Like my mom is like a fucking D cup and I’m sitting here, a fucking A cup. Like what the fuck?!” Taylor glared.

“I swear, sometimes I wonder if you know half of the stuff that is coming out your mouth.” Kat laughed.

“OPEN THE DOOR!!” Jenny said banging on the door.

“Someone open the door for my idiot cousin.” I sighed.

“”She has a guy with her.” Sarah said.

“Who?” I stood up.

“Uh…. He’s wearing a mask.” Sarah said.

“Ugh! She brings him everywhere!” I rolled my eyes.

“Open the door Sarah.” Punk said.

“Excuse me! You don’t tell me what to do.” Sarah glared, opening up the door.

“Jamila!” Jenny said storming into the room, almost hitting Sarah in the head with the door.

“Ouch!” Sarah shouted.

“Why you coming in here like you a cop?” I thought.

“Because! Did you read what’s happening tonight?!” Jenny shouted.

“Yes…. We are cutting a promo with Beth and Nattie.” I said.

“That’s’ not it! I have a match!” Jenny shouted.

“Dude why are you freaking out?” I rolled my eyes.

“Look at the paper!” Jenny said shoving the paper in my face.

“How long has she been like this?” I asked Cody.

“For about….. 5 hours….” Cody sighed.

“Oh great.” I said, reading the paper.

I really didn’t see anything bad till like the last part. NOW I know why she’s buggin.

“Oh… you’re…you’re in a handicap match…” I stuttered.

“With who?” Heather asked coming out her room.

“Oh my god hell froze over.” Taylor groaned.

“Taylor!” Punk said “Stop it!”

“No! You know what; I’m going to bother Kat.” Taylor rolled her eyes, taking a gag behind Heather’s back.

“Seriously, I don’t think you want to be near Jen at this point.” Cody mumbled to Heather.

“YOU! You ungrateful piece of shit!” Jenny said targeting Heather but I stopped her.

“Okay! Chill! She and Taylor already fought yesterday, this isn’t happening again!” I snapped.

“I’m hungry.” Sarah said randomly.

I just sighed, “Really, Sarah…. Really.”

“What…? I am.” Sarah shrugged.

“What the hell did I do?!” Heather shouted.

“I’m in a freaking handicap match against you and the Bella Freaks!” Jenny shouted.

“Really? You guys are really going to fight? REALLY?!” Kristen said.

“How long have you been in here?” Sarah asked.

“I’ve been out here for a while. I was out on the balcony.” Kristen said.

“Well can you be a nice Krissie and help me with this?!” I begged pointing at Heather and Jenny.

“If I have to deal with Heather and Taylor, I think you can handle your own cousin.” Kristen smirked.

“You’re no help!” I shouted.

“I love you too Jammy.” Kristen laughed sitting next to Punk on the couch.

“Can you two like, NOT do this right now…?” Sarah glared.

“Yeah anyway, you both have a few hours till you can beat the living hell out of each other. Why start now?” I rolled my eyes.

“Thank god I only work on Smackdown.” Cody mumbled.

“Really?” I glared looking at him.

“Well I’m just saying.” Cody shrugged.

“Get out. Both of you. Get out.” I sighed, talking to Jenny and Cody.

“Wait, are you coming with me to Louisiana?” Jenny asked.

“No, I’m going home. Home, home.” I said.

“Ugh okay. Now I’m leaving,” Jenny said grabbing Cody’s hand “I’ll call you!”

“I won’t answer.” I shouted.

“She’s your cousin?” Sarah gasped.

“Yes.” I nodded.

“You two look NOTHING alike.” Sarah went beg eyes.

“Well, our family tree is very confusing.” I said.

“Yeah, she’s a country tree, you’re a ghetto tree.” Kristen said.

“Hey Kristen, you should watch the Jersey Shore marathon with me.” I said giving her an evil smile.

“Hey Jammy, I am very sorry for the last comment I made.” Kristen hid her face.

“Oh come on Krissie! You can take her!” Punk said standing up and walking over to me.

“Really? Get out my face.” I rolled my eyes.

“No I will not!” Punk said standing tall.

“You’re not going to be able to have kids.” I glared at him.

“Okay I’m sitting down now.” Punk backed away slowly.

Then out of nowhere, Heather grabbed my arm and pulled me outside to the balcony. I was pissed. I was still drinking my water and I think some of the water spilled on my favorite pj’s.

“Reason WHY your pulling me?!” I said trying to wipe the water off my pj’s.

“I need to talk to you.” Heather said.

“No shit Sherlock. What’re the other reasons for you bringing me out here?! To throw over the balcony?!” I said getting mad.

“Listen, I feel like you’re giving me the cold shoulder.” Heather said.

“Um… if you haven’t notice, I give EVERYONE the cold shoulder.” I rolled my eyes.

“No you don’t.” Heather gasped.

“Yeah I do. I gave Sarah the cold shoulder. Hell I still do. Sometimes. But I always give Kane the cold shoulder. But he’s very annoying, so I have a reason for him.” I shrugged.

“See that’s the point. You GAVE Sarah the cold shoulder but now you’re not.” Heather said.

“So… you bought me out here… to tell me I was giving Sarah the cold shoulder?” I cocked my head.

“No! You’re giving me the cold shoulder!” Heather shouted.

“Seriously, don’t shout at me.” I was getting frustrated.

“Look, since you went to Canada, I feel like a rebound friend.” Heather sighed.

“The fuck you talkin’ bout?!” I shook my head.

“You dumped me for Taylor!” Heather shouted.

“See, I done told you not to fucking shout at me.” I lifted my finger.

“You changed. A lot.” Heather shook her head.

“No, it’s call growing up. Maybe you should do it. Then give me a call.” I rolled my eyes walking back inside.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be?! You’re going to walk out on me?” Heather raised her hand.

“Yeah. Pretty much. Oh, and you can forget about me coming to New York with you.”

“Oh god, you two are fighting now.” Sarah groaned.

“No we aren’t fighting. I just don’t want to bother with her crap at this point.” I shrugged.

“In Jammy language, she’s fighting. Who are you fighting with now?!?” Taylor sighed coming out the room with Kat.

“Halle Berry.” I rolled my eyes.

“Yo you fighting with Heather?!” Taylor laughed.

For some reason, I can’t believe she actually got that.

“Yes, yes I am. I can’t deal with this right now. Aren’t you guys supposed to be going to the arena earlier?” I asked.

“What for?!” Kat thought, sitting next to Kane on the couch.

“Oh I don’t know. But the boss wants y’all there earlier.” I said.

“Say boss again.” Punk laughed.

“Why?” I said looking at him weirdly.

“Your Brooklyn accent is like strong when you say it.” Punk pointed.

“Boss.” I repeated.

“Oh, yeah it does.” Kat said.

“Hey Kaner! Don’t you have something to ask/tell Kat?!” Sarah smirked.

“Seriously, you did that at dinner, your gonna do it again.” I laughed looking at Sarah.

“Hell yeah. I wanna see her reaction.” Sarah nodded.

“What are they talking about?” Kat asked Kane “Is your ass leaving me?! REALLY KANE?! REALLY?!” Kat said getting mad.

“Kat, calm down.” I laughed.

“No, I’m not leaving you. Why would I leave you? I love you.” Kane smiled.

“Kiss ass.” Me and Sarah mumbled.

“Tell me!!!” Kat said shaking his arm.

“Okay, okay. I was wondering…. Well not wondering, I was thinking we should start a family.” Kane thought.

“Here it comes!!!” Me and Sarah said jumping up and down on the stools.

“What? Kids?!” Kat’s jaw dropped.

“Ah yeah!!!” Taylor shouted.

“Oh yeah that’s appropriate.” Kristen said.

“Shut up.” Taylor glared.

“Oh shit I forgot Kevin was here.” I laughed.

“How can you forget that your own boyfriend is here?”Sarah asked.

“She has short-term memory loss.” Taylor said.

“That explained so much.” Punk mumbled.

“Ugh! Dammit. Tell me what happens.” I said talking to Sarah.

“Nosy bitches.” Kat glared at us.

“Love you too Kit-Kat.” I laughed going into my room.

When I walked into the room, Kevin was just watching TV. I was thinking if you already off the phone you should of came out and socialized with the rest of us. Lazy bum.

“Whatcha watching?” I smiled jumping next to him on the bed.

“When I made the winning goal against San Jose.” Kevin smirked.

“Oh you’re such a tool sometimes.” I laughed.

“I am?” Kevin thought.

“Shut up. Oh speaking of tools, how did it go with my dad?” I asked.

“Uh, it went well actually.” Kevin stuttered.

“Seriously?” I gasped.

“Well, he did yell at me for a while, but I kinda cooled him down.” Kevin said.

“You’re joking!” I gasped again.

“If you keep gasping you will end up dying,” Kevin laughed “But anyway, yeah I did. I can tell he’s been stressed out lately.”

“How the hell can you figure that out?!” I cocked my head.

“Because he kept mentioning your mom,” Kevin said “Why don’t you talk to her?”

“Because one, I don’t have her number and two, I don’t want to.” I shrugged.

“Wanna talk about it later?” Kevin suggested.

“Yes please,” I smiled giving him a kiss “I gotta get ready. No actually we have to get ready.”

“Do I have to come?” Kevin asked.

“Are you really debating this…?” I glared.

“Nope. Just making sure. What seat do I have?”

“Front row. Ring side. You, Kaner, and Dustin have the reserve seats.” I said.

“Well damn, how’d you pull that off?” Kevin asked.

“Uh… I asked Triple H if he can lower my salary.” I shrugged.

“How much?!” Kevin gasped.

“At least a thousand.” I sighed.

“Well at least you’re getting paid.” Kevin laughed.

“Oh shush.” I rolled my eyes, going into the bathroom.

I went into the bathroom and took like a 45 minute shower; I think I used all the hot water but, oh well. When I was finished, I got dressed, and I was packing my suitcase, because after RAW, I think we are going straight home. Triple H hardly gives us good instructions sometimes. It was like 6:35 in the afternoon, surprised that the time went by really fast, and we didn’t have to leave until like 7. So you know, everyone had their suitcases packed and whatnot, we might as well have fun for the time being. Taylor thought we should all go to the pool. Yeah no one agreed with that suggestion. So as the lazy people, some of us, are we just sat and watched TV. But me and Taylor were listening to music. Sarah was like not in a ‘Gucci, Gucci’ mood.

“I think I lost at least a few brain cells from hearing that song.” Sarah shook her head.

“I didn’t know you had brain cells!” Taylor gasped.

“So strange.”Kat mumbled shaking her head.

“I’m not strange. I’m different.” Taylor smirked.

“Yeah, a different kind of strange.” Sarah laughed.

“I don’t like your comments.” Taylor glared.

“I don’t like your face.” Kat snapped.

“Hahaha…burn.” Me and Sarah laughed.

“Jeez Kat can you be more nice?” Dustin rolled his eyes.

“Nope. Not planning on doing that anytime soon.” Kat shook her head.

“Shame.” Dustin bowed his head.

“You’re telling me about shame?! Your Queens can’t even make it through the first round of anything.” Kat laughed.

“Okay! Seriously, chill with hockey jokes.” Taylor said getting all serious.

“Well someone grew some backbone.” Kristen said.

“I’ve always had backbone. What is you talking about?!” Taylor cocked her head.

“It’s ‘what are you talking about’ not ‘what is you talking about’.” Sarah corrected Taylor.

“Sorry Nanny McPhee.” Taylor rolled her eyes.

“Where are the guys??! I mean weren’t we ALL ready like an hour ago?!” Sarah sighed.

“Dustin’s ready.” I said.

“Who are we missing?” Taylor asked.

“Well Kevin, Punk, and boner boy.” I said.

“Boner boy? Really Jamila.” Kat glared at me.

“Okay, we’re missing Kevin, Punk and Kane. Happy?!” I cocked my head.

“Peachy.” Kat smiled.

“Ugh! Why can’t we leave without them!?” Kristen asked impatient.

“Because Punk has the keys.” Sarah laughed.

“Oh great.” Kristen sighed.

“Guys let’s go!” I shouted.

“Oh wait! I forgot I’m bringing someone!” Sarah jumped.

“It better not be that guy Taylor brought for you for dinner.” I glared at her.

“Then I won’t tell you.” Sarah mumbled.

“Ugh! I hate that kid.” I rolled my eyes.

“You only met him once!” Sarah pouted.

“So, I met you once and I hated you right off the bat.” I cocked my head.

“Offended!” Sarah shouted.

“Good.” I smiled.

“You are so mean.” Sarah whispered.

“I can be meaner.” I said.

“How the hell did you hear that?!” Sarah gasped.

“Good hearing, bad eyesight.” Me and Taylor said.

“Bitch you ain’t got no good hearing.” Kat glared at me.

“You would know how?” Kristen laughed.

“Because one time I was on the phone with her, I was reading something to her about the words you can’t say on television, and Jammy was like, ‘what? What? What?’ like the whole time. I swear she has some hearing problems.” Kat explained.

“Yeah and you called me the C word repeatedly.” I glared at her.

“Good times… good times.” Kat laughed.

Then someone started banging on the door.

“Seriously? Who told the cops I took candy from the store?” Taylor glared at all of us.

“The fuck?!” Kristen looked at her.

“Okay, just making sure. Baby Boo go answer the door.” Taylor demanded.

“The hell you think you talking to?!” I cocked my head.

“You. Unless I’m talking to your twin.” Taylor shrugged.

“You have a twin?!” Kristen gasped.

“No,” I laughed, walking over to the door “Oh fuck the world.” I said when I opened the door.

Then Kris hid his face.

“The hell you hiding your face for?” I wondered.

“Because, Sarah warned me not to make eye contact.” Kris flinched.

“Sarah, what the hell are you telling this dude?” I laughed.

“Probably not enough.” Sarah shrugged.

“Kevin!” I shouted.

“Yes.” Kevin said coming out our room.

“Do you know where my purse is?” I asked.

“Why would I know where your purse is?”Kevin cocked his head.

“You sleep with her don’t you?” Taylor blurted out.

“Taylor!” I glared at her.

“Just sayin’.” Taylor said rolling her eyes.

“Jammy it’s right here.” Kristen said pointing to the floor.

“The hell is it doing on the floor?!” I shouted.

“Maybe, because you put it there.” Sarah shrugged.

“I never put good things on the floor.” I gasped.

“You put me on the floor!” Taylor pouted.

“Like I said, I never put GOOD things on the floor.” I said emphasis on the good.

“You are so mean…” Taylor shook her head.

“It’s my personality.” I smirked.

“Well you have one fucked up personality.” Kat mumbled.

“Ouch.” Kris laughed.

“Do you wanna get slapped, bitch?!” I turned around glaring at him.

“Hey! I don’t hurt your boyfriend you don’t hurt mines.” Sarah glared at me.

“You have… Wait you two… are you ser… what?!?” I stuttered.

“Big words?” Kristen smirked.

“Ugh! Punk, Kane get your asses out here!” I shouted ignoring Kristen’s comment.

“Don’t ignore me.” Kristen glared.

“Ignoring.” I smirked.

“Krissie! Where’s my hair gel?!” Punk shouted, coming out the bathroom.

“In the suitcase.” Kristen pointed.

“Where’s Kane?” Kat asked.

“Probably throwing away his condoms.” Taylor laughed.

“No I was not doing that. I was packing my stuff.” Kane glared at Taylor.

“Well, we have to leave, like right now.” I said looking at the clock on the wall.

“I’m surprised you know it’s a clock, and not a penguin.” Taylor laughed.

“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes.

~~~ At the arena 8:55 p.m. ~~~

“You’re late.” Triple H said coming towards us.

“So?” I cocked my head.

“So?! If you let this happen again, you’re fired.” He said.

“You can’t fire me. I’m the divas champion AND everyone loves me.” I smiled.

“Not everyone.” Kat mumbled.

“You’re not helping.” I said to Kat.

"I need to see you in my office." Triple H said pointing at Sarah.

"Like right now?" Sarah gasped.

"No, once you put your stuff away then you need to come." He said.

"Uh, oh okay." Sarah said.

"But you, you’re not getting away with this." Triple H said pointing at me.

"Really," I rolled my eyes "I was-" Then Jenny came over.

“Hey, Sorry Mr. H, Jay was getting something for me. She’s been here for a while, I asked her to run some errands for me.” Jenny said coming over to me.

“You didn't tell me-” Jenny stopped me.

"You didn't get it?!? Jeez Jay! Can you be more irresponsible?!" Jenny shouted.

I just turned back to Sarah, Taylor and Kat to see if they know what the hell was going on.

"Okay, I’m done here." Triple H said walking away.

"The fuck was that about?!!" I asked Jenny.

"Saving your ass. Like what I've been doing for the past 14 years." Jenny glared.

"Well excuse me." I rolled my head.

"Jay where's your locker room?" Sarah asked.

"Uh, turn that corner, 3rd door to your left. You can't miss it. It has Jammy in big letters." I laughed.

"Yeah have a special locker room." Taylor said rolling her eyes, following Sarah. Kat did the same.

"Come, you have to come with me." Jenny said pulling my arm.

"Okay, I thought you stopped with the arm pulling?!" I struggled.

"Nope." Jenny laughed bringing me into her locker room.

"Why am I here? Is this like an intervention or something?" I asked.

"No, I just needed to ask you something." Jenny said.

"Oh you want my opinion on the boots your gonna wear for your match?" I thought.

"Yes. AND I need for you to do me the BIGGEST favor." Jenny smiled.

"You want me to interfere." I said.

"See, I knew you were smart." Jenny jumped.

"No, I'm not doing it." I shook my head, walking over to the couch.

"Why not?!" Jenny pouted.

"Because I am not going to get beat up by the Bella twins." I rolled my eyes.

"You act like you have a match tonight! All you have to do is, do a promo with Beth and Nattie with me and that's it!" Jenny jumped.

"Well, that's all I'm doing then." I smirked.

"Ugh! You gotta help me!!" Jenny begged.

"Ewe... you’re begging." I groaned.

"Please!!!!!" Jenny pouted, doing the puppy dog face.

"Ugh, I'll think about it." I rolled my eyes.

"No you’re going to tell me now. Because knowing you, you will forget." Jenny said.

"Okay, okay, okay! I'll do it! BUT, you have to tell them that it's a no disqualification match." I suggested.

"What the hell?! I don't want to get hit with a chair!" Jenny shouted.

"Hey, if you want help, you might as well do it." I said.

“Ugh fine. You are so complicated.” Jenny said going into the bathroom to get ready.

“Hey Jen, where’s the remote?!” I shouted.

“In the basket.” Jenny shouted back.

“Thank you!!” I said.

When I turned on the TV, RAW was staring and Triple H is in the ring and he says that the WWE Universe will have one of the most historic nights in the company at Summerslam, when John Cena faces CM Punk. He says a lot has changed in the past month, Vince being in charge to having two champions and having him being in charge. He says there will be an undisputed champion on Sunday, and to make sure of that he will put someone in charge who won't be pushed around, and that man is him. So which means, Triple H is making himself the ref. Oh wonderful. Something Nikie and Kristen can fight about. While I was watching this, someone was screaming, I mean fan girl screaming, from the hallways. I was sitting on the couch thinking, who the fuck is screaming?! Like are you for real right now?! Till I realized it was my name being screamed. Yeah this better be important.

“Who the hell is screaming?!” I shouted opening up the door.

“JAMILA!!” Sarah yelled running up to me.

“No touchy. Why the fuck are you screaming?!” I glared.

“BECAUSE!” Sarah jumped.

“Because….. What….?” I shook my head.

“I, have a match, WITH YOU!” Sarah jumped.

“You gotta be serious…” I groaned.

“Yeah, I’m joking. But anyway, I can’t wrestle at all; my arm is still hurting from like 8 months ago.” Sarah shrugged.

“Yeah but, why the fuck were you screaming?!” I asked.

“Because Kris, Kevin Dustin and Kane aren’t here.” Sarah said.

“WHAT?! WHY NOT?!” I screamed.

“They were here, but then they went somewhere else. Punk said they aren’t in the first row.” Sarah shrugged.

“The hell, what are you shrugging for!?”” I shook my head.

“Because my shoulders hurt.” Sarah said.

“Ugh! Move.” I said moving past her.

“Well you should have said EXCUSE ME!” Sarah shouted.

“Don’t have time to be polite.” I shouted back.

I walked all around backstage to find out where Kevin, Dustin, Kris and Kane were. Like, I don’t care about Kris, but Sarah would yell at me if I don’t so… yeah I looked for them. It took about 15 minutes, they were at the food stand getting food… like, come on, and all 4 of you had to get food at the same time?! Like you only needed two people to get food. Unless y’all hungry as fuck. This is not really natural.

“What are you 4 doing?” I glared walking up to them.

“Getting f-” I stopped Kris.

“No, no, I don’t want to hear it. The show has been on for 35 minutes and you’re already hungry?! How is that possible?!” I shook my head.

“We’re guys. We get hungry easily.” Kevin said.

“Yeah I’m a girl. I get hungry easily when I’m on my period. Get y’alls back in there.” I said pointing to the door.

“Someone is in a pissy mood.” Dustin mumbled.

“Dustin!” I shouted.

“What?!”  Dustin turned around.

“Give me some of your nachos. I’m hungry.” I laughed.

“Here” Dustin said handing me some nachos.

“Thank you!” I jumped.

“Wait, Jay.” Kane said.

“Yes.” I said.

“Can you tell Kat that before we leave to go back to Chicago that I have to do some things, like pick up some food and stuff?” Kane asked.

“Why can’t you text her and tell her that?!” I shook my head.

“Because my phone is dead.” Kane bowed his head.

“Fine, whatever. I’ll try to.” I said walking away, but turned back around “Kevin!”

“Yes.” Kevin smiled.

“I love you.” I grinned.

“I love you too.” He smiled again.

Then I finally left, yeah that was an awkward moment. When I was walking to my locker room, I heard footsteps behind me, I was hoping and praying it was NOT the creepy janitor Randy was telling me about a couple months ago. I was just walking casually, like a boss, till I almost tripped over something. Yeah major fail on my part. But oh well, no one saw it.

“Jamila.” Heather said touching my shoulder.

“Uh, no, don’t touch me.” I rolled my eyes walking away.

“Can you like please talk to me?!” Heather begged.

“No. Look we talked, now bye.” I said going into my locker room.

“You’re really acting two-faced right now.” Heather shouted.

“You act like you never were called that before.” I shook my head.

“Because I wasn’t.” Heather said.

“Oh? You haven’t? Should I look back to your tweets about Taylor?! And Taylor’s responses to those tweets?! Seriously Heather?! Back the fuck up and leave me alone. This will be the LAST conversation I have with you. We’re done.” I said going into my locker.

“Who you yelling at?” Taylor asked.

“Heather.” I rolled my eyes, sitting next to Taylor.

“Why?” Kristen asked.

“To make the story short, her and Taylor’s drama is getting under MY skin and I don’t even know WHY I’m in the middle of it… AGAIN!” I rolled my eyes.

“Maybe…maybe you need this vacation really bad.” Kat thought.

“Oh speaking of vacation, Kane told me to tell you something and I forget what it was.” I shrugged.

“One bad thing on his part, telling a chick with short-term memory loss to do something for him. Bad, bad idea.” Taylor shook her head.

“Shut up.” I glared at her.

“I’ll be right back.” Taylor said then leaving the room.

~~~ Taylor’s POV ~~~

I left the room, because I wanted to ask Triple H about my match on Sunday. I mean, I’m not scared or anything, why would I be scared? I mean come on; I grew up in the dangerous streets of LA. I can be like the white female version of 50 Cent or something. Highly doubt it though, I don’t like rap music that much.

“Boss?” I asked knocking on the door.

“Who is it?” Triple H wondered.

“Uh, Taylor.” I rolled my eyes.

“Oh, yeah come in” He said “What do you need, I can’t give you a promotion.”

“No, I was wondering if, you know for Summerslam, if the match can be 2 on 1.” I suggested.

“Why?” Triple H cocked his head.

“Well, I mean, half or maybe all of LA probably knows about me and Baby Boo already we might as well team up.” I said.

“Why are you bringing this up now?” He asked.

“Because, I was thinking about it and I was just very curious. I want her to end up in the hospital.” I glared at the wall.

“What are you looking at?”

“Nothing, but can you please make it happen?” I begged.

“Sure, BUT, You have to tell Jamila about this.” Triple H said.

“Ahhhh thank you!” I jumped.

“I’ll make the announcement when this match is over.” Triple H said.

“Thank you so much!” I said shaking his hand then left the room. Yeah you got some nosy ass people in the world. “The fuck is you doing?!”

“Why are you making me and Jamila’s friendship worse?!” Heather glared.

“Does it look like, I giva fuck?!” I laughed.

“Listen you rundown Kelly Kelly, I’m sick of your attitude, and I don’t want you here anymore.” Heather pushed me.

“Uh… well excuse me you rundown Lindsey Lohan, I don’t think I’m going anywhere for the time being. SO You might as well NOT lay another hand on me, because I WILL hurt you, I WILL put you in the hospital, and I WILL put you in a coma. I did it once to this chick, I can do it again.” I smirked.

“You think you’re so tough because you’re from LA and you went to Juvenile Detention!” Heather shouted.

“Well, J.D taught me something so did gang life in LA, It’s a jungle in the world, in and out of the cell, and on the street, don’t trust SKANKS. OH MY GOSH! Your one of the skanks. Shocking, now move.” I said pushing her out my way.

“Look! Jamila will be my friend again, just watch, one day she’ll dump you!” Heather said.

“I said it once, I’ll say it again, and Baby Boo doesn’t like you. She never has, and never will. So good luck in life.” I rolled my eyes, walking away and back to the locker room.

~~~ Jenny’s POV ~~~

“Ugh I can’t believe I have to do this!” I whined.

“Are you whining?!” Cody gasped.

“No. I’m just letting out my emotions.” I lied.

“Oh, okay, just checking.” Cody said looking at me weird.

“Do you know where my hat is?” I asked.

“Why do you need a hat?” Cody cocked his head.

“Duh, part of my entrance. Do you like EVER pay attention to anything?” I gasped.

“No, not occasionally. Why was I supposed to?” Cody mumbled.

“Ugh, never mind.” I rolled my eyes, leaving the room.

“I love you!” Cody shouted.

“Love you too.” I said closing the door and making my way to the ramp entrance.

Heather and the Bella Twins were already in the ring. I don’t know why Triple H is making me do this. This is so stupid. I told the music dude, not to play my music because I wanted to say something before this whole match started. They handed me a microphone and I made my way out the curtain, with my belt. I must mention. Yes I did have my belt. Once I walked out, people were booing. See I love being heel, suits me well, since I am a mean cousin and whatnot.

“I have some rules!” I started.

“And what would that be!?” Nikki Bella said.

“Making this match, a No Disqualification match.” I smirked.

“You do know what you’re getting yourself into right?” Heather laughed.

“No one asked you. Anyway, yes, I want to make it official. Like right now. So either, Triple H or the anon GM is gonna say something, because I want to use items.” I said getting into the ring.

“Jen, Jen,” Triple H said on the ‘tron “You want to make the rules, hell go ahead. BUT if you lose, you AND only you would be stripped from the divas tag team match on Sunday. So that means your little cousin would need a back up partner. Ref, ring the bell!”

~~~ My POV ~~~

“Are you helping her?” Kristen asked me.

“Yes! Who else would I get for a tag team partner?!” I shook my head.

“Me!!” Taylor smiled, pointing at herself.

“No, don’t get ahead of yourself.” I laughed.

“Why don’t you get Heather as your partner?” Sarah suggested.

“From now on, her name is a cuss word!” Taylor shouted.

“Heather, Heather, Heather, Heather.” Kat repeated.

“You’re dead to me.” Taylor glared.

“I’m still trying to figure out why y’all in my locker room.” I cocked my head.

“Because your locker room is the only one with a mini-fridge in it.” Sarah said.

“You must think of food at a time like this?” I rolled my eyes.

“I’m hungry dammit!” Sarah shouted.

“Here, have some nachos.” I said tossing her the bag of nachos.

“What? No cheese?” Sarah gasped.

“Do I look like Taco Bell to you?!” I shook my head.

“Check the fridge.” Kristen suggested.

“Y’all really stocking my fridge?!” I said.

“Yes. How else are we suppose to survive for about 4 hours?!” Kat thought.

“You guys are unbelievable.” I rolled my eyes.

“Uh… Baby Boo, you need to get out there.” Taylor said, shaking my shoulder.

“Why? I said looking at the TV “Ah shit, I’m not even in gear!” I shouted.

“Hurry up and change stupid!” Kat shouted.

“Don’t call me stupid, stupid.” I said going into the bathroom and getting changed.

“Well that was quick.” Kristen laughed.

“I’m a fast dresser.” I shrugged.

“Go dummy!” Sarah shouted pointing to the door.

I quickly ran to the curtains and down the ramp to help Jenny. I don’t get why she won’t help herself. She is so damn lazy. All I did was DDT the Bella’s and left Heather alone. I didn’t bother even going after her. After I did all of that, I just got a chair and sat where Dustin, Kane, Kris, and Kevin were sitting. I was just sitting here enjoying this match, watching things go flying across the ring.

~~~ After the match ~~~

“And your winner, one half of the divas tag team champion, Jenny!” Justin said.

Till our celebration was cut short.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Cowgirl Jenny, and Ghetto Jamila.” Beth Phoenix said coming out with Nattie.

“Why is everyone calling me that?!” I asked, whispering to Jenny.

“Hey Beth, I think It’s a known fact, that Jenny always need help when it comes to difficult matches.” Nattie laughed.

“No, I don’t!” Jenny shouted.

“Yeah you do.” Natalya nodded.

“Oh, oh wait. Who’s this?! Awe, Jammy, is this your boyfriend?” Beth asked walking over to Kevin.

“Stay, away from him.” I said.

“Hey everyone! It’s Kevin Bieksa! You know the guy who made the winning goal, which made San Jose lose the playoffs!” Beth smirked.

Then everyone in the crowd started booing.

“It’s not my fault. I’m great at taking shots.” Kevin laughed.

All of a sudden the crowd started chanting ‘‘Nucks Suck’. I was pissed.

“Y’all need to shut up!” I yelled.

“Hey Beth, look, it’s Patrick Kane too! Aren’t you Kat’s boyfriend?” Nattie asked Kane.

Kane just nodded his head.

“Do you think she’s pretty?” Beth asked.

“No, she’s beautiful.” Kane answered.

“Well, she got her ass kicked last week on Smackdown.” Nattie laughed.

“I don’t know who you two are so I won’t talk to you.” Beth said, addressing to Dustin and Kris.

“You see, we will instigate, so badly that when Summerslam comes, you won’t like it.” Nattie said.

“You really, you really think, talking to my boyfriend will bring me down?” I laughed.

“Hey, Kevin, check your jacket pocket.” Nattie smirked.

Then Kevin checked his pocket, “She gave me her number!” Kevin shouted.

“You bitch!” I shouted dropping the microphone and going after Natalya, punch after punch. I just can’t stand people like her at ALL!

“Hey! All of you! Nattie, Beth, since you both want to be ‘Evil chicks’ you might as well be in a cage. Same with you two, Jamila and Jenny. So your match at Summerslam will be a Steel Cage match.” Triple H said, and then left.

“I’ll see you bitches on Sunday!” Jenny shouted.

“Looking forward to it!” Beth shouted.

“Come on.” Jenny said taking me backstage.

~~~ My Locker room ~~~

“UGH! I hate people!” I shouted, walking into my room.

“Tough crowd….” Sarah mumbled.

“YA THINK?!” I yelled.

“Jay, take your meds.” Taylor demanded.

“There on the bus, with the rest of my belongings.” I said.

“Oh great.” Taylor rolled her eyes.

“Where’s Kat?” I asked, counting heads.

“Uh… she is getting something…” Kristen stuttered, looking at Sarah.

“Oh yeah, she’s giving someone an ass whooping.” Sarah mumbled.

“What?!” I gasped.

“Oh, uh nothing.” Sarah shook her head.

“Err… okay then. I’m gonna get my stuff. Taylor help?” I asked.

“Yeah. I need something to do anyway.” She shrugged.

Taylor and I we’re packing my stuff away till on the TV Triple H made this big ass announcement.

“At Summerslam, the 2^nd Divas match that is a No Holds Barred Match, the ref, Jamila, is now teaming up with Taylor to go against Heather. Thank you.” Then his face went away on the T.V.

“What the hell?!?!” I shouted looking straight at Taylor.

“Oh yeah, Jay your gonna be in another match…” Taylor mumbled.

“Why when it comes to PPV’s your always in two matches?” Kristen asked.

“Dude, I don’t know! But it’s making me mad!” I shouted.

“Well, I need this to be a fair fight, because I mean, you used to be friends with that Lindsey Lohan wannabe, and she’s thinking that your gonna make me lose.” Taylor stuttered.

“Ugh! This is bullshit!” I shouted.

“Taylor, that was low.” Sarah said.

“Shut up, you Blackhawks lover.” Taylor glared at her.

“You tryna call me a punk bunny?!?!” Sarah said getting all offensive.

“Yes.” Taylor nodded.

“Jamila, can I kill her or…?” Sarah thought.

“No, shut up.” I laughed.

“You guys are so violent.” Kristen said shaking her head.

“Oh and you’re not?” I cocked my head.

“Nope.” Kristen smiled.

Then Kat came in the room, exhausted.

“The hell?” Taylor looked at her.

“Sorry, I had to take care of business.” Kat said.

“What’d you do? Have sex with Justin or something.” Sarah laughed.

“No, I beat the living shit out of Beth.” Kat said sitting on the floor.

“Oh, good. I knew you were gonna do that, so that’s why I went after Natalya.” I laughed.

“Your one smart cookie then.” Kat smirked.

“I don’t like cookies.” I shook my head.

“WHAT?!” Everyone yelled.

“I’m joking. Damn y’all some crazy ass people.” I laughed.

“Guys, we gotta go!” Jenny said popping her head through the door.

“Oh man this is going to suck!” I pouted.

“Why?” Taylor thought.

“Because! I’m going to miss you guys!” I said, putting my wrestling bag in the bus.

“Yeah but, it’s only 5 days.” Kat rolled her eyes.

“Well 5 days will seem like 5 years for me!” I glared.

“See unlike you guys, I will be at the beach. Working on my freaking tan. Because I need one if I’m going to go to Summerslam, I can’t do anything when I’m pale.” Taylor gagged.

“You are unbelievable. I’m just gonna be lazy and probably get some hockey gear.” Sarah shrugged.

“Well you’re riding the same plane as me. We can hang out at the time being.” Kat thought.

“Wait, Jay where are you going? Pennsylvania or New York?” Kristen asked.

“New York.” I replied.

“Yay! You’re coming with me!” Heather smiled.

“So? I’m riding first class. You’re riding coach.” I rolled my eyes.

“Babe… it’s flying. Not riding.” Kevin whispered to me.

“I’m flying first class. You’re flying coach.” I said saying it right this time.

“Oh god, you need some schooling or something.” Kane said

“Shut up boner boy.” I glared.

“Why are you calling him that?!” Punk gasped.

“It suits him perfectly well.” I laughed.

“No it doesn’t.” Kat glared.

“To bad for you!” I smirked.

“Well you know at least two people here will be FAR part from each other.” Sarah said, refereeing to Taylor and Heather.

“Once again, you’re refereeing me to Hugh Heffner’s wife?! Or whatever that old guys name is!” Taylor gasped.

“See Sarah, you had to open your mouth.” I laughed.

“I wasn’t even talking about them too! I was talking about you and Kane.” Sarah laughed.

“Well I need time away from you ALL.” Kristen rolled her eyes.

“You ain’t lying. I hate everyone one of you. Especially you, I never liked you.” Punk said pointing at me.

“You jerk.” I said throwing skittles at his face, but he ate it.

“I hate you too.” Punk smiled.

“YO! Driver dude turn up the radio! This is Jay’s song!” Taylor shouted.

“Wha-” Then I realized ‘Shots’ was playing. I just looked at Kevin and started laughing.

Then Taylor and Dustin started singing. It was so funny.

“When I walk in the club, all eyes on me, I'm with the party rock crew, all drinks are free.
We like ciroc, we love patron, we came to party rock, everybody it's on!”

Then I joined it, “Shots shots shots shots shots shots Shots shots shots shots shots Shots shots shots shots shots, everybody!” Me and Taylor started busting out laughing.

“Oh I feel the love in the air.” Dustin laughed, so did everyone else.

Since we were in this big ass bus, well tour bus, whatever you want to call it. We had enough room for everyone to like pick their own spots to like take a nap or whatever. Because the airport we’re going to, it’s like almost a 4-5 hour drive, and I love long drives because I can sleep and well sleep. Kane and Broke face was freaking snoring and I didn’t get that much sleep. Like how can Kat and Jenny find that cute?! I mean come on! That shits annoying. I had my iPod but it died. So that means, Taylor unplugged it. She’s always unpluggin something, to save like dolphins or whatever. She talks about saving the world and like global warming and she’s littering. The driver, yes the driver, woke ME up and told ME that we were stuck in traffic… I was like I don’t give a damn. But I was already up so I might as well go in the passenger seat and wave at random cars that we pull up too.

“Hi!!!” I laughed waving out the window, surprisingly, that person watches WWE, so they knew who I was.

“Baby Boo, your phone is going off.” Taylor groaned.

“I thought you were sleeping?” I said walking over to check my phone.

“UI am sleeping. Your phone is pissing me off.” Taylor laughed.

“Oh hush and go back to sleep,” I rolled my eyes “Hello.” I said answering my phone.

“Hey you at the airport yet?”

“Who the hell is this?!” I whispered.

“Crawford.” He laughed.

“Oh hey you. Why are you asking me if I’m at the airport?”

“Sharp is curious.”

“No he’s not. What is it Corey?”

“Well 1, yes he is and 2, I was wondering, when you land in New York, if we can hang out?”

“Okay Corey, we had a thing at Spring Break, you really think calling me NOW would make a difference? And plus, aren’t you in Canada?!”

“No actually, I’m in the Big Apple, shopping for some stuff. And I know… a few months later, I call! Well you can’t blame me! I had games and stuff.”

“Ugh, okay fine. Just don’t try anything stupid. I know you already.”

“Yes, yes I know. Here someone wants to talk to you.”

“Who? If its Tazer… tell him, he will never get Taylor’s number.”

No it’s not Tazer.” Sharp said taking the phone.

I just froze for like 2 seconds and hanged up the phone. I didn’t want to talk to him at all at this point. He hurt me so bad, why should I talk to him? After that whole shit he put me through in Vancouver? Like no, I’m not; I refuse to talk to him. I just put my phone back on the car charger, laid back down next to Kevin and went back to sleep.

~~~ 2 Hours later ~~~

“WE ARE HERE!” The driver shouted.

“YES! I CAN GO HOME!” Kat shouted leaving the bus and getting her stuff.

“Ugh! I can’t wait to go home!” Taylor jumped.

“When you land in L.A. you call me! A.S.A.P!” I said to Taylor.

“Awe I’m going to miss you!” Taylor pouted giving me a hug.

“Again, we are leaving for 5 days.” Sarah rolled her eyes.

“Shut up Sarah!” Taylor glared.

“And plus, me and Taylor hate being separated. We’re like a lion and her cub. If they get separated, someone get hurt…. I think.” I cocked my head.

“Maybe you can get educated when your home.” Kan said.

“Shut your face.” I glared at him.

“Where’s my freaking bag!” Kristen shouted.

“Right here.” Punk said holding it up.

“Why do you have my bag?” Kristen asked.

“Because you had soda. Pepsi soda. And I couldn’t resist.” Punk shrugged.

“Damn, shame.” Kristen shook her head.

“Dustin!” I pouted “Give me a hug! I will send you pictures.” I laughed.

“Please do!” Dustin smirked.

“Okay, guys, enough with this. You act like it’s the last day of school.” Kat rolled her eyes.

“Ugh! 5 days without you guys! My life will be boring!” Heather said.

“It already is.” Taylor mumbled.

“Okay, gates!” Sarah shouted. Good thing she said that, I really do think Taylor and Heather was about to start a big ass fight in the middle of a freaking airport. Ghetto ass people.

We all said our good-byes, and went to our gates. Hopefully everything and everyone will be on a new and good slate. Because when Summerslam comes, all new feuds and drama will build up, that’s something we should all wait for until the next RAW. But it’s obvious, after Summerslam, some of us might hate each other afterwards. So, yeah. This week should be fun.

The End (: