A/N: Hey, guys, it's been a while, hasn't it? Sorry about that. I've been stressed with school and stuff. But now that I'm out, I'm hoping to get more writing done. We'll see how that goes. :)

I don't really know what else to say here right now so…um…I hope you enjoy the chapter. I wasn't even really sure what to write in it, to be honest. So yeah…Enjoy. :)

It's kinda short though, sorry. :\

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's most likely not mine…Wade Barrett is not mine, no matter how much I wish he was. That's just not in the cards for me. Oh, well. Such is life, and I think I'll be able to survive.

Chapter Three

"So," Kimberly began, looking at John. "What are you going to do now? Are you going to tell Vince that you don't want to work with Nexus anymore?"

"What?" asked John. "Why would I do that?"

Kim was surprised that he was asking. "Well…I just figured that, well, since you didn't like how it was going, you would just tell Vince. It's not like he doesn't like you or anything. I mean, there are many people that he dislikes a lot more. So why doesn't he make them do something like that?"

John simply snorted at Kim. "Really, honey, it doesn't matter if he likes me or not. He's decided that this is how he wants to use me now, and there's not really much I can do about it. I mean, if I don't do it, he might fire me. This isn't the first time I haven't liked my angle and you know that." He shot her a wry smile.

It was true. He wasn't that big on staying one of the good guys anymore. John really did enjoy being a heel when he first came in. He thought it was where he would shine. But everyone else had different ideas. John was happy as a good guy, for it meant he could interact better with fans, and it did reflect his personality more. But at the same time, he had been feeling a shift in the audience's atmosphere. He was beginning to get booed more often. He felt the company should recognize that and change some things.

"Okay," Kim said, trying to smile back. "If you say so."

John saw that her smile was not real and tried immediately to backtrack. "Hey, Kimmy, I'm sorry. I've just been so frustrated with everything. I don't need to take it out on you, babe."

"It's all right, John," Kim said, forgiving him easily. "I know you're stressed out and stuff. It's okay."

Standing in front of her, John leaned down and kissed Kim's forehead. "I knew you'd understand, babe. You always do. That's why I love you."

Kim laughed. "Oh, that's the only reason?" she joked, giggling as she talked. "And to think, this whole time, I thought I was really special. Guess I was wrong."

"Well," John hedged. "I'm sure I could think of a few more reasons. Just not off the top of my head." He grinned down at her right before capturing her lips in his.

And while he did so, Kim felt a large amount of guilt because all she could think about was what it would be like to have Stu's lips on hers instead of John's.


Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. Stu's thoughts had been the same for the past ten minutes, at least.

"What I don't understand," Heath was saying, "is how I lost NXT. Everybody loves me. Everybody. Even you , Stu, and you know it. I thought all the pros loved me too. How did I come in fourth? It's ridiculous."

"I think I know how you came in fourth," muttered David. "You can't shut your face for five seconds."

"What was that?" Heath asked, clueless.

"Nothing you need to worry your pretty head about," replied Paul.

Heath chuckled, his face lighting up. "You got that right, man. I do have a pretty head."

All of the Nexus guys gave Heath a look while Paul, who was more used to it than anyone else, just shook his head. "Uh-huh. That's why you got eliminated right before me."

"Will you guys just cut it out?" Stu asked, his voice booming. "It was weeks ago, does it even matter anymore? You're all part of one of the biggest feuds right now. Isn't that enough for you?" Stu didn't even know why he was talking. None of them would really listen. He gave off the vibe on television that he was the leader but in all actuality, a lot of the time with the guys, it was like he wasn't even there. Unless they were making fun of him, of course.

"You can say that only because you won," said David.

"I'm not even getting into this again," Stu replied, rubbing his forehead and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Not worth my bloody time." He stood up to leave.

"What's got his knickers in a twist?" asked Heath in a low, joking voice.

Stu wanted to turn around and tell him that the answer was Kimberly, Cena's fiancée. But he couldn't very well do that without them making fun of him. Finding Cena's girl beautiful? That's simply crazy. Blasphemous, thought Stu. Utterly ridiculous. Even he could admit that. Why would anyone else think different?

However, Stu couldn't shake what he felt. There was something there and he didn't know what it was. It made him uneasy, uncomfortable. But he also knew that what he felt wasn't necessarily wrong. He couldn't tell why, he just knew.

Just stop…stop thinking about it, he told himself, knowing full well that it wouldn't work.

Suddenly, he thought that staying with his Nexus teammates wasn't such an unattractive idea. Maybe their idiocy could distract him at the very least. They didn't have to know what was really going through his head. That could be his own little secret.

Much to his better judgment, Stu found himself turning back around, going back to the guys. He figured it would be better to just sit around with them and not torture himself with his thoughts. He'd rather take them torturing him with their idiot jokes.

Well…what did you think? Let me have it. Review and I love you forever, I promise. :)

Oh, and who else is super angry about Christian losing the title? I know, now he's supposed to be a bad guy or whatever. But guys, he freakin' deserved that belt and they make him drop it to Orton. Nothing against Randy but he's been champion enough times. Christian's been working his butt off for the past thirteen/fourteen years, and this is how he's treated? God, it just angers me to no end. But I guess all we can do is be happy that he won it in the first place. That was one happy night.