DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the people used in this story. They belong to Vince McMahon/themselves. Okay? Not me! The title of this fic was inspired by the song ‘Before He Cheats’ by Carrie Underwood. I suggest you go listen to it.

Jeff’s POV

I pay the bartender and return with a beer bottle in each hand to my boyfriend, Shawn Michaels. The Heartbreaker. How appropriate, he’s winking to that blond tramp Adam Copeland across the room. “Here, Shawnie.” I say, handing him his drink. He grunts and takes a sip. It’s as if I’m not even here. “What’re you lookin’ at?” I crane my neck to see Adam smirk back at Shawn flirtatiously.

“Nothin’” He replies, smiling right back at the blonde with another wink.

A real, big nothing. Yeah, right. Adam laughs and turns away from Shawn. Slutty flirt. “Shawn?”

“What?” He finally turns to face me. His bright blue eyes hold a suppressed anger.

“’M cold.” I reply, reaching my hand to him. “Can I have the keys? My jacket’s in your car…”

Shawn gets this funny little smirk on his face. He’s planning on approaching that whore when I’m outta the picture. “Sure.” He extracts the keys from his pocket and presses them into my hand. “Take your time, no hurry.”

Yeah, sure I will. “Thanks.” No sooner have I reached the door that Shawn has Adam in his arms. “Jackass.” I manage to whisper as I slip out into the night.

Walking down the street to the parking garage leaves me with a bigger chill than the bar did. ‘Stupid jackass. He knew that I was still there. He’s probably kissing that slut, holding him, buying him drinks, watching him dance. Hell, he’s probably ready to fuck him in the bathroom by now!’ I slow my thoughts. “C’mon, Jeff, you’ve only been gone ten minutes. They ain’t fucking yet.’ I grumble. “But they will be…”

Now I reach his car. The bright red paint calls to me, beckons me closer. Begs me to mark it. I smile, looking at the key in my hand. “Happy birthday, Shawn.” I whisper as the key touches the paint. The screeching sound of metal on metal combines with my heavy breathing. I leave a scratch that stretches from the headlights to the taillights. Fortunately, we went to the batting cages earlier today, one of the few things he’s done for me since we got together. My bat’s still in the trunk.

I unlock and open the back, grabbing the handle of my favorite aluminum bat. Quickly, I swing it first at one taillight, then the other. I follow suit with the headlights. The key is back in my hand as I come to the driver’s side door. Carefully, so as not to leave marks on my pants, I kneel in front of it and cautiously begin to carve. First an ‘S’ then the ‘L’ the ‘U’ and the ‘T’, and I’m finished. I stand back up and pull my bat back again. The windows are all soon shattered and laying in shards on the seats. Slowly, I unlock the passenger door and grab my jacket, shaking the glass out. I pull my pocket knife from the zippered pocket of my jacket and begin to carve. My name is soon put forever into the leather headrests of my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend’s seats.

I recline against the wall the car is parked by and close the door. I slide the key back into the lock and turn it. “Heh, hope you like it…” I whisper to myself as I stand up. I trace a finger lightly down the scratches on the passenger side.

Gingerly, I slip my jacket around my shoulders with a smile. “Stupid jackass’ll get what he deserves. Slut.” I return to the bar with that maniacal smile still on my face.

The door swings open to Shawn, arms around Adam and pushed against the wall. From my point of view, Shawn’s tongue is halfway down the blonde’s throat. Perfect, just perfect. “Shawnie?” I call loudly to him.

He looks up, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. “Got my keys?” He demands, gently pushing Adam away. “Later.” He whispers into the blonde’s ear. Adam smirks smugly, knowing that he will have Shawn all to himself in the hotel tonight.

“Yeah.” I reply with a slight smile. “See you.” I toss the keys into the glass of…something in Adam’s hand. He wipes the small amount of liquid from his face that flew there when the keys hit their mark.

Shawn glares angrily at me and fishes his keys from Adam’s cup. “Don’t you need a ride home, bitch?”

“No.” I smirk. “I’d much rather walk. Thanks.” And I do. Straight out the door and down the streets. Okay, so Matt picked me up a few blocks from the bar on his way to the hotel, but really, Shawn’ll never know, right?

I heard yesterday that Shawn had his car vandalized, and that he was pissed at me. But, you know what? It was worth it. Stupid whore deserved it. You know how long we were together? 3 months. You know how long he was faithful to me? 1 day. Do you really think that was harsh? Maybe it was, but hey, that’s not my problem, is it?

Whaddaya think? Was Jeff too mean? Shawn deserved it in my opinion. Your opinion? Tell me about it!