My POV:

Not to thrilled to be at work right now. The fact that Nikki opened her damn mouth about John being my father made my life 100000 times stressful. I have paparazzi coming at me left and right, his fans sending me death threats, and on top of that Nikki's fans coming on my page threatening my life and shit. The girls that didn't like me in the locker room just gave me dirty looks since I walked in this place. It feels like everywhere I go now people judge me, I was prepared for the hate but nothing like this. I walked off somewhere just to be alone, I don't have a match tonight so I can be here by myself and no one will know. I don't know how long I've been sitting here but someone took off my head phones. I look up to see Dave.

" Someone saw you come back here and I just wanted to check on you to see if you were okay. You don't seem okay, you're crying what's wrong?."

" All the stress of everyone knowing that John is my dad. The girls backstage seem like they judge me excluding Nattie, Trinity and Tamina because I know most of them are friends with Nikki. Everyone pretty much hates me because of who my father is."

" You shouldn't listen to what they say about you. None of it is true. You just have to learn to ignore those hateful comments people leave under your posts. Those people just want to see you fall, don't let that happen."

" I shouldn't listen to them but it's hard because I see it everywhere I go. People on the street recognize me and actually say things to my face. It hurts, and it makes me feel guilty for finding out who my dad is."

" Those people are just jealous, I would be too if I were them because look at you, you're absolutely gorgeous." I turned my face because I was blushing.

" Shut up, no I'm not."

" You are, even a blind man doesn't have to see to know you're beautiful. But seriously don't worry about it. The more you ignore them the more you get use to the comments and they won't affect you. Come on let's go watch the show."

" Okay." Dave helped me down from the crate I was sitting on and we went to watch the show. I'm so lucky to have a friend like Dave, he's one of the few people I trust left.

" Thanks Dave for making me feel a little better. You're a good friend."

" You're welcome."

Dave's POV:

I wish she would see me more than a good friend like I do. She doesn't know how crazy I am about her. She makes my days better when I hear her voice or just see her in person. I don't think I'll ever have a chance because she is still crazy about Joe. He was a lucky man getting to be able to touch her body and kiss her. I really do love her but I don't know when I'll get the courage to tell her how I really feel.