I was throwing clothes all across the room. I couldn't find a damn thing to wear. Hell, I wanted to look good. This was the first time I was going to "Raw Is War." I might get on TV. Hopefully, my ex-boyfriend might see me and will want me so bad when he sees what I'm wearing. A cute guy might see me too then he might get lucky if I like him that much.

"Lindsey, I can't find nothing to wear!" I yelled.

"Look in my room!" She replied.

I walked into Lindsey's room and looked all through her closet. Then, I saw the perfect outfit. It was a red snake skin tank top, a pair of short shorts and shoes to match.

"I love you, Lindsey!"

"What did you find?" She was standing in the doorway.

"This." I replied.

She looked at the outfit and looked at me. She smiled and nodded her head in approval.

"Yeah. Some dude will want you...bad."

"I know." I smiled evilly.

I ran into my bathroom. I quickly got undressed and put the outfit on. It looked perfect with my hair. I dyed it red a long time ago. A lot of people seemed to like it. I brushed it and put on some ruby red lipstick. I looked like the devil's daughter wearing all this red. I put my light blue contacts in my eyes, threw on some Tommy Girl perfume, looked in the mirror and said something to myself.

"God MUST HAVE spent a little more time on me!" I smiled.

I came out of the bathroom. Lindsey was putting on her shoes. She was wearing a leather top and some tight pants to match.

"Where are the backstage passes?" I asked.

"In my pokcet." She replied.

"Let's go. Fayettville's a long way from here." I said as I walked out of the door.

"Right behind you." She replied.

She closed the door, locked it and got in the car. I had to borrow my brother's Ford Explorer since my car would be in shop until tomorrow. Lindsey put in "...Baby One More Time" by Britney Spears into the player. She qucikly put it on "The Beat Goes On". I turned it up loud since I loved that song and the car's stereo was off the hook. Lindsey backed out of the driveway and then, we were on our way.

**We arrived at the arena early. The place was still packed with cars trying to get in but we didn't have to stay in that traffic long since we had backstage passes. Before we drove backstge, we made sure we looked straight. Everything was fine. We turned our Britney Spears down. Lindsey drove around backstage. They were limos everywhere. We parked and just out. As soon as I got out, a dirt bike pulled up right in front of me. I jumped and screamed a little. The guy got off the bike and took off his helmet revealing a beautiful face.

"Damn." I said under my breath as I looked at him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. It's just that I'm late for the show."

"What? You're a wrestler?" I asked.

"Yeah. You don't recognize me?"

"You do look familar."

I tried to think of who this dude was. I could see him looking at my legs. I didn't care. I wanted him to. This guy was fine as hell. I liked that type of attention from guys I wanted. He started to look at my breasts. I giggled a little. I took his face in my hand and made him look at me.

'"Excuse me, I don't mean to interrupt you but look at me when you talk to me, not my breasts." I said.

"You got an attitude...I like that." He said as he smiled.

I felt someone tugging on my arm. It was Lindsey. She whispered for me to introduce her. I laughed to myself. She wanted him just like I did.

"Excuse my rudeness. This is my friend, Lindsey."

The guy shaked her hand as she smiled innocently.

"Hi, I'm Jeff." He said.

"So that's your name, huh?" I said.

"Yep."

"Well, I'm Beth." I introduced myself.

"Nice to meet you." He said as he shaked my hand.

"You too." I said paying no attention to nothing else but his sexy lips.

Damn, I realized that I wanted this dude and I wanted him bad.

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