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The Fine Line Between Love and Hate	By : wandaXmaximoff Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Notes: Thank you to Sugar, for your review. I'm pleased you're enjoying the story and, just so you know, the fic is actually complete and I'll be adding a new chapter on here every Sunday if you want to continue reading.
I just want to say to Sugar, and anyone else who might be reading the story, I really appreciate the support and comments, and would love to reply to all of your reviews, but sadly this site doesn't have a review reply option. Therefore, if anyone would like to comment or talk to me about my story, please feel free to email me at the address provided in my profile.
In addition, thanks to Gin, who beta'd for me when I originally posted the fic.

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Chapter three: A few days in Missouri.

That night, arriving at the hotel, Mike cornered Sam.

“What the hell is going on Sam? First, I hear Cena kissed you on the plane. Then this afternoon in the ring it looked like you two were going to get down and dirty right there.”

Sam blushed. “I don't know Mike, but I need to talk to him and get this sorted out. I'll talk to you later,” she replied, then left.

Sam found Cena alone in a quiet corner of the bar, no running buddies with him, although Melina and Jonny Nitro did keep shooting knowing glances at them.

She sat down, not knowing what to expect.

“Do you want a drink?” Cena asked her.

“Yeah, I'll have an orange juice, thanks.” If she had to endure sitting here with him, she might as well have a drink too.

A few seconds later he returned with two orange juices.

“I'm sorry for kissing you on the plane.”

Sam frowned at the genuineness of his voice, “It's alright.”

“What are we going to do then?” he asked.

“Honestly, I don't know. I'm not going to lie to you and pretend I like you, because I don't. But we're stuck working together, and apparently that involves a lot of kissing.”

“We just couldn't, if that made things easier for you.”

“We've got no choice, you heard what Dusty said and I don't much fancy angering Mr. McMahon.”

“So what then?”

“We do what we have to and deal with it. I'll just pretend you're Brad Pitt and you can pretend I'm some porn star or something.”

Cena raised a questioning eyebrow, “Do you really know that little about me?”

“Yup,” replied Sam, getting up to leave, assuming everything was dealt with.

“Sam, stay. Come on, we’re going to be spending a lot of time together. We might as well start now and get to know each other.”

“Alright,” she replied sitting back down.

“Do you really think I'd go for some bimbo porn star?” he asked.

“I dunno I know nothing about you. All I see is you in the ring or you with your mates. You strut around the place, like you’re all that and your head inflated like a balloon,” the diva replied.

Cena smiled at her comment, and Sam noticed how his blue eyes lit up and the cute dimples on his chin and cheeks as he did. “What about you? You act all high and mighty, like you've got a pole shoved up your ass.”

“See, this is exactly what I mean. You can't take anything seriously; you have to make some wise crack,” the woman replied tension rising in her voice.

“I don't, well not all the time any way,” shrugged the champion.

“You do so; you were like it today on the plane. You couldn't just leave me be, you had to keep pushing it,” continued the blonde.

“I'm sorry; I never knew it bothered you so much,” the man said looking apologetic.

“That's just the point, you don't know me,” Sam said.

“Then let me get to know you. We've both got the day off tomorrow; let me take you to dinner,” Cena asked.

“No,” insisted the diva.

“Why not?” pushed the WWE Champion.

“Because,” was all the blonde replied with.

“Because what?” the wrestler went on probing.

“Just because,” the woman said flatly.

“Because what? Because you're scared you'll feel something, like when we kissed,” he questioned.

“I didn't feel a thing,” the woman bit out anger rising in her voice.

“You did, because I felt it to,” the man insisted.

“No you didn't, because there's nothing there to feel,” raged the diva.

“You liar! You know you did, and I can't see why you won't just admit that,” Cena said his voice now matching the volume of hers.

“There's nothing to admit. I hate you; get that into your thick head,” Sam screamed and stormed off.

She ran to her hotel room, with tears burning her eyes. Thankfully, when she arrived there, the room was empty.

Frustrated that Cena could cause such a reaction in her, Sam punched the wall causing it to crack a little and her hand to bleed.

A few minutes later, Melina arrived in the room, an expectant look on her face.

“I'm going out,” Sam spat, slamming the door behind her.

The angry blonde walked out of the hotel and onto the raining streets of Des Moines. Within seconds, she was soaked to the bone, as she hadn't considered taking a jacket with her.

Her cell rang and the caller I.D informed her that it was Mike. Not wanting to speak to him at the minute, she rejected the call. A few minutes later it rang again, this time showing Cheryl's name. Knowing her friend was in a different state and would know nothing about what just happened, she answered.

“Hi, Sam speaking.”

“Hi Sam, are you alright? Mike just called me and said you'd had a huge fight with Cena, is everything ok?” came the reply on the other end.

“Yeah, it was nothing. I'm fine.”

“Are you sure? Where are you? It sounds really noisy.”

“I just stepped outside to get some air, but honestly, I'm ok. I'll talk to you on Friday,” said Sam, indicating that she wanted to finish the conversation.

“Ok hun, you take care and you know where I am if you need me,” replied Cheryl, before hanging up.

Sam walked on in the rain, not knowing where her feet were taking her. She wanted nothing more than to get out of this damned town. Knowing she had the next day off, Sam decided to see if she could get a flight to Missouri that night.

She called the airline, and they informed her that there was one leaving, with available seats, in two hours. She then called a cab and booked a ride to the airport for half an hour’s time, giving her chance to grab her bags and check out.

Sam ran back into the hotel and, avoiding everyone, made her way to her room. She hurriedly packed, only stopping to inform Melina that she was going and she would see her Friday for the next show.

Then she went down to the hotel reception and booked herself out, leaving a note for Mike and instructing the receptionist to give it him in three hours time, knowing there would be nothing he could do once he got the note.
In the note she told him that she was heading to Missouri and for no one to contact her unless it was an emergency. She reassured him that she was fine and that she would meet him in the hotel bar at four on Friday.

Then she made her way outside to wait for her cab, which arrived just five minutes later. Jumping into the taxi, she informed the driver that she was heading to the airport and promptly turned her cell off.

Sam got to the airport with plenty of time before her flight, so she called the hotel that the WWE superstars would be staying in on Friday to book a room. Luckily, the room that was reserved for herself and Melina was available.

Waiting for her flight to be called, Sam put on her C.D player to pass the time. She sat just underneath the information board; so that she'd know when her plane was due to depart.

An hour later, the boarding call came, and Sam checked in. At this time of night, it was pretty quiet and her ticket was hurried through.

Relaxing a little at being on her way to Missouri, Sam sat down; again she had the window seat.

She neither spoke nor looked at anyone for the duration of the flight, and instead just read her book.
With something interesting to preoccupy her mind, the journey passed quickly. Before she knew it, Sam was in the next state and riding a cab to the hotel.

Arriving at the hotel, Sam ordered some room service and showered as she waited for it to be brought up. The blonde hungrily ate the chicken Caesar salad, realising how long she'd gone without food.

With her stomach full, her body clean and being miles away from Des Moines and John Cena, Sam fell asleep.

The next morning Sam checked at reception to see if she had any messages; there was none. Either Mike had heeded her request, or he was too stupid to check the hotel the WWE had booked for Friday. She hoped it was the first.

With a whole day to herself, and nothing to distract her, the WWE star headed for a near by gym.
Armed with plenty of water and her C.D player, Sam knew she'd have a good, uneventful day.
The tension of the last few days caused the blonde to work out harder than she had in months.
By five O'clock, her limbs were aching and her stomach was empty, leaving Sam feeling a little light headed.

She showered, changed and headed into town to get some dinner, remembering Cena's request to take her out that day.
She wondered what would have happened if she had agreed, guessing it would have ended in a blazing row for all in the restaurant to witness.

Thanking her lucky stars that she'd declined and that she wouldn't see the jerk again until tomorrow night, she sat down to a delicious looking meal of lasagne.

After dinner, with nothing to do and feeling oddly alive, Sam headed to a local bar. She drank herself stupid, and had to almost push off a creepy guy chatting her up. Sam wondered why all men were such losers.

Feeling sick and tired, the blonde returned to the hotel and fell into bed fully clothed.

At eleven-thirty on Friday morning, the room's phone woke Sam up. She had a pounding hangover and felt like something had died in her mouth.

She picked up the receiver and spoke, “Sam speaking.”

“Hi Sam, its Mike. Are you alright?

“Yeah, I'm jumping in jubilation. My life is near perfect and I can't wait to get back to work tonight,” she replied, not trying to hide the sarcasm.
“What happened? Where have you been since Wednesday night? Are you ok?” her friend asked.

“Yeah, I'm fine. I headed to Missouri and booked into the hotel we're staying in today. I spend all of yesterday in the gym,” replied the woman.

“Wow, the gyms in Missouri must be bad, you sound rough,” joked the man.

“Why thanks. I went to a bar last night and had a little too much to drink,” the diva confessed.

“Sammy, that's not like you. What on earth is the matter?” Mike asked.

“Nothing, I just felt like having some fun,” lied the blonde.

“You're lying; I can hear it in your voice. What happened with you and Cena in the bar on Wednesday?” pushed the Intercontinental Champion.

“Nothing,” was all she said.

“It doesn't sound like nothing, an hour with the guy and, the next thing I know, you're on a plane out of town,” the black haired man went on.

“I just needed some time to myself,” Sam insisted.

“And you had all of Thursday off. You didn't have to go running off into the night, ignoring everyone. We've all been really worried about you. Cheryl was about to get on a plane and come over, she was that concerned,” he said.

“I didn't go running off. I just wanted to get away and have some time alone. Is that such a crime?” the blonde replied anger now rising in her voice.

“Well no. But it's not like you to hide your feelings, turn off your cell and head on a plane. Not to mention getting blind drunk,” Mike commented.

“Well, I didn't feel much like myself, ok?” she bit back.

Mike took the hint that Sam didn't want this conversation to go on.

“Alright, well I'm in the airport now. I'll see you at four?” he asked.

“Yeah, see you later,” she replied and hung up.

God, why is he acting all parental on me? All I did was get away for a day. I'm a grown woman, there's no harm in it, thought Sam, but something in the back of her head told her Mike was right.

She wasn't the type to bottle everything up and run off. Moreover, she certainly wasn't the type to get hammered and come back off her face.

Usually if something was bothering her, she'd talk to Mike and Cheryl about it. Then after thinking over the best course of action, she'd confront the situation.

The last time she'd acted like this was when Cody dumped her and broke her heart. When that had happened, no one saw her for two days, and she ended up in a jail cell for walking the streets, drunk under-age.

Since the fight with Cena on Wednesday night, Sam had ignored everything and had just shut down. If she didn't think about it, she didn't have to deal with it.

But what was she dealing with? Sam had worked with people she disliked before. On every other occasion that it had happened, she'd confronted the person and sorted out the problem in some way.

She remembered when she was eighteen, and waitressing, she couldn't get on with one of the other girls. The first thing she'd done about it was talk to her Mom and Mike before finally telling the girl her feelings and resolving things.

Her brain hurting from too much drink and over use, Sam showered to clear her head. Looking down she noticed the hand she'd punched the wall with was slightly bruised.

“Jesus!” she screamed, “One silly fight, with some guy, and I end up with a bruised hand and go off the rails.”

Sam felt anger running through her body and she ripped the shower curtain down. Unable to control herself, she smashed the mirror into a hundred tiny, sharp, splinters. Sopping went, and the bruised hand bleeding, Sam sunk to the floor, sobs overcoming her.

She lay, crying, on the wet floor for about an hour. Her body shaking with each weep, her hand bleeding freely on the wet ground.

Still more time passed, and Sam remained on the bathroom floor in a heap.

Finally, she pulled herself together, dried off and got dressed. Sam fixed the broken shower curtain and cleaned up the mess of glass, blood and water. She phoned the hotel lobby and informed them that a spider had scared her in the shower, claiming that in her fright she'd accidentally broken the mirror.

The receptionist sympathetically said she'd send a repairperson up to fix it.

An hour later, with the mirror now replaced, and all evidence of her outburst gone, Sam walked down to the bar to meet Mike.

He was waiting for her in a little alcove near the back of the room, an orange juice and a glass of water on the table.

“Hey, I got you a drink in. How are you feeling?”

“Fine,” she replied, surprised that it was the truth.

“Hangover cleared up?”

“Yeah, I had a shower and took some painkillers.”

Mike said nothing about Sam's desertion or fight with Cena, which she was relieved by. “God, I can't believe it. Our second from last match is tonight.”

“We better make it a good one then,” Sam said, smiling.
The best friends ate a late lunch come early dinner, and then met up with Cheryl, who had just arrived.

The red head hugged her younger friend warmly.

“You ok? What happened to your hand?” The Women’s Champion asked noticing the bandage covering Sam’s right hand.

“Yeah, I'm fine. I got scared by a spider in the shower and accidentally smashed the mirror, but it‘s ok now,” answered Sam, getting a little sick of everyone asking that.

“How were your few days off?” the blonde continued.

“Really great, it was fantastic to spend some time with Dave that wasn't in an arena or bar.”

“Aw, I'm really pleased for you. I'm glad you had a relaxing break.”

“How about you, what did you do with the day off?”

“Spent it in the gym,” replied the other woman, leaving out the part about her drinking bender.

“So all set for tonight? Not long now before the famous duo are split up,” the red head noted.

“Yeah, it's going to be strange, but I'm sure it'll all work out in the end,” mused the blonde.

Cheryl smiled and nodded. “I know it isn't quite the same, but it was hard for me when Dave was drafted to 'Smackdown'. It was strange at first, but we dealt with it and I'm sure you will too.”

“Yeah, we'll be alright, I know we will,” said Sam, newfound optimism in her voice.

That night's show went without a hitch. Sam and Mike worked the best they had ever done and she managed to avoid Cena all together.

Feeling happier than she had done recently, Sam joined her two best friends in the bar after the show.

It was a pretty quiet night, and Sam noticed Cena and his friends weren't there.

Prefect! thought Sam, with no sarcasm in it.

The only downside was a little dig from Rebecca.

“Aw, Sammy, I heard you had a fight with lover boy and ran off.”

“Firstly, if you mean Cena, he's not my lover boy. Are you so stupid that you don't know the difference between a gimmik and real life? Secondly, I didn't run off, I wanted to get the hell away from the stench of you,” replied the blonde, back to her usual cutting form.

Rebecca looked scandalized and stormed off.

“You'd think at her age she'd have grown out of being a school bully,” joked Sam.

“I think she's jealous myself. You're one of the top divas, you're getting this new direction and you get to kiss the champ,” said Mike.

“Well lucky me, getting to play tonsil tennis with the big boys. I guess if it annoys Rebecca, than it's worth it,” smirked the diva.

“Watch it, you'll have people thinking you enjoy snogging Cena,” said Cheryl.

“I do, I pretend he's Brad Pitt. What girl wouldn't enjoy that?” teased her friend.

Mike and Cheryl burst into fits of laughter.

Feeling a lot better, due to the comfort of her best friends, Sam had an easy night's sleep on Friday. She awoke feeling refreshed and ready to go for a weekend that would be very eventful.
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