Heartstrings Come Undone

By: Miss Xtreme

Disclaimer: I only own Caria Moore. Jamie Valentine belongs to BrokenFreak. Ariella Chapman belongs to wandathetiger. Bree Chapman belongs to Jamie-Skellington.

Pairings: Jericho/OC, Shannon/OC, Raven/OC, Matt/OC

Chapter One: Guess Who

A/N: Dude, the sexy beast is back baby! xD

"Ugh, how pig-headed are you?"

I couldn't take any more of his shit. Completely disgusted with Phil, I poured his own plate of spegetti down onto his head to let it slop down his front. He just sat there with a classic case of shock imprinted all over his face.

For two-almost-three years, I've been dating my boyfriend Phil Brooks. At first when our relationship lifted off the ground, he was the most loving and caring guy that I've ever thought to meet. I thought what we had was special. But soon I thought wrong because he had our relationship crash, burn and die when he became a arragont, pompus asshole.

"Enjoy your spegetti, you're very rude." I said dumping the last remains of the sauce and noodles onto his black hair.

People just gawked at us and murmured comments about me. I didn't care. I just walked numbly away from our table and out of the resturaunt. This was the last straw, I was just sick and tired of him and the moronic actions he pulled.

"Holy Christopher, you did not!" Caria said with her her jaw practically dropped to the ground.

"Yes. Yes I did." I said. "I'm just completely fed up with his ways."

"Well that's two years you'll never get back." Caria said plopping ont her hotel bed next to me.

"Probably..." I said rolling my eyes at just the thought of the patheticness of it all.

"People do change; it's possible." said the bluenette. "Don't worry about it chic, it'll be okay. You really don't need someone like that."

"Yeah." I muttered. "I just feel bad for the next girl that comes his way."

"Well, hold that thought for now." Caria said. "The only thing you should be doing is praying that you get drafted onto either RAW or Smackdown! Monday Night's holding the Draft tomorrow in New York City."

"Oh yeah, that's right..." I remembered. "I really don't care if I get taken off of ECW; as long as I get away from Phil. I swear, if he comes in within fifty feet of me, I'll probably hafta kill him. But eh, anways, what're you going to be doin' tonight?"

"Going to a birthday party later." she answered me.

"For who?" I asked.

A smirk lied on her face. "Guess."

"Hmm..." I thought a moment to myself. "Shannon?"

"Nope."

"Matt?"

"Nope."

"Jeff?"

"Wrong."

"Cena?" I estimated.

"Nu uh." Caria shook her head. "I'll give you a hint. He's Canadian, he's blonde and he's your best guy friend."

I had no idea who she was talking about at first, but when I picked it up, I knew exactly who she was talking about. My eyes grew wide; the only thing I could say at that moment was the name.

"Jericho..."