A/N: Uh…All I have to say about this is…

PUNK GOES KRUNK. (Don't die.)

Maria's POV

I'm so stupid.

Sure, my character is pretty much a fucktard. I hate that.

But no, I'm not talking about Diva Maria being stupid.

I'm talking about Maria Kanellis being the biggest idiot in the world…in the galaxy…in the history of time.

Girl's shouldn't be allowed to fall in love. They always get hurt. Give me one example of happily ever after.

Let me guess, you were going to say Romeo and Juliet, weren't you? SHE DIES YOU MORON.

All anger aside…this really is my fault.

Everyone knew I was dating CM Punk. Well…I broke up with him right after I did the Playboy shoot. He wasn't too fond of the whole idea of me being in Playboy in the first place. I took my mother and sister's advice instead of his, and he didn't like that too much, either. Oh well. And I really didn't want him to get angry with all the press I was bound to get because of the shoot. Phil is a private guy and I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable.

Yes, Maria has a heart. Call the presses.

So after I ended things with him, I was happy. I could do what I wanted. I could have fun. I'm not really saying that he wasn't fun, but I didn't have to worry about anyone getting angry at me for doing something stupid. I like doing stupid things. But I have a limit with stupid things that I never seem to stay at. It's either doing more minor stupid things or doing a few majorly stupid things. I seem to go with either both or just the latter.

I really shouldn't have broken up with him. I love him. I still do. So I have to tell him.

"Phil, can we talk?" I asked as gently as I could. I didn't want him to like explode at me or anything.

"Sure, I guess."

"I'm sorry about having to end things with you."

"Me too," he sighed, but I didn't quite believe it.

"I still love you."

"Don't play dumb, Maria."

I hate when people say that to me.

"I'm not, Phil."

"Whatever, Maria. You know I still love you, okay? I'd love to get back with you, I really would."

"Would? Then why don't we?"

"You broke up with me. I'm not exactly just ready to jump back into such a volatile relationship with one of FHM's top one hundred. I need time, Maria."

So time is what I'll give him.

Four months later

He wanted time. I gave it to him.

But maybe it was too much time. I'll find out.

"Did you think about it at all?"

He turned to me and looked at me like he was surprised to see me…and I mean really surprised. He almost looked to be in shock. "Think about what?"

"Us."

"Oh, Maria…about that, I—"

"Maria? Layla didn't tell me about you being at ECW tonight," a tall, dark haired girl said, walking up to us. Does she not respect my privacy?

Oh. It's Kylie. There's a reason they started her off on ECW. I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is.

"Hey, baby," Phil said, putting his arm around her and kissing her cheek.

Excuse me?

"As I was saying, Maria, I found someone," he said, pulling Kylie closer.

"Thanks for telling me," I said as coldly as I could and storming away like I didn't give a damn.

Looks like the only dates I'll be having are with two guys named Ben and Jerry.