DISCLAIMER: I own nothing WWE related in this story, just the OC's used.

CHAPTER ONE

Light flooded into the room through the window as my eyes slowly fluttered open. I just yawned and shut my eyes again. I was never a morning person. I enjoyed lying in on my days off, sometimes until early afternoon. It was very rare that I got a day off, so I always tried to make the best of it. I sure was tired this morning. I remember going out to a club with Trish and Amy last night so I probably didn't get in until late. I don't remember that much about last night, thanks to the overwhelming amount of alcohol I consumed. I don't even remember how I got home! One of the girls probably put me in a taxi or something...

Hold on a minute! Something didn't feel right. I suddenly noticed, much to my horror, that my bed wasn't empty. I opened my eyes again curiously and realized that there were arms wrapped around my waist. I woke up further to realize that I had my head rested against someone's chest. I swallowed hard and peered up at the man in my bed and almost had a heart attack when I became aware of who he was. I forcefully pulled away from him and sat up in the bed, using the sheets to cover myself up. That startled him and his eyes opened a little. I just bit down on my bottom lip and started to panic! How the hell could I let this happen? Especially with him of all people...that...that street thug! He was a little disorientated at first but soon realized where he was. He looked up at me and smirked.

"Mornin', baby." he said, propping himself up on one elbow and leaning his head on his hand.

"Please tell me we didn't do anything last night." I practically begged, but when two adults wake up naked in bed together it doesn't take a rocket scientist to work out that something had happened.

"Regrets already, eh?" he smirked.

"Oh God." I said, closing my eyes tightly.

"That's great." he said sarcastically. "I was on top form last night and you don't even remember."

"Shut up, John!" I growled at him, not wanting to hear the details of what happened between us the previous night.

He just laughed and layed down on his back and folded his hands behind his head. "Not a mornin' person, are yah?"

"Not when I wake up and realize that I did something incredibly stupid the night before." I snapped. "In more ways than one." I mummbled.

"Hey, I heard that." John said. "And I don't remember hearing any complaints from you last night when we were..."

"I'm warning you not to finish that sentence!" I snarled, pointing my index finger at him.

"There were compliments, but not complaints." he chuckled.
"Stop it!" I said, taking the pillow from beside me and hitting him with it.

"Admit it, you enjoyed last night." he laughed. "I know I did."

I responded by beating him with my pillow again and saying, "Eeewww!"

"C'mon, baby, it's not that bad." he grinned. "You could've done a lot worse."

"Wanna bet?"

"That wasn't your opinion last night." he laughed. "You practically dragged me upstairs and into your bed."

"Yeah, well, I was drunk." I said. "It was a horrible mistake and I don't even want to think about it!"

"Horrible? That's one thing you weren't callin' it last night." he laughed.

"John!" I exclaimed, hitting him yet again time with my pillow.

I closed my eyes tightly only to open them again when I heard John laughing his ass off. I just slapped him in the chest with the back of my hand and yelled, "You're doing it on purpose now! I bet you're bloody loving this, aren't you?"

"Oh, baby, don't be like that." he said, turning onto his side to face me, slidding a hand under the sheets and running it over my stomach.

I quickly slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me!" I protested. "It's bad enough that I let you...eeewww!" I said, shuddering at the thought of actually having sex with John Cena. He just laughed again.

I made a frustrated noise and slid to the side of the bed to get out. I turned around to look at John, who was watching me and smirking.

"Can you close your eyes?" I demanded more than asked.

"Why?"

"Well, I don't want you to see me naked, do I?" I stated.

He let out a deep chuckle. "Becka, baby, I've already seen you naked. Unless you have sex with your clothes on?"

I shuddered again at his words. The thought of being naked with him... it just made me feel sick.

"Well, I don't want you seeing me naked now, okay?" I said, glaring at him. "And it's Rebekah to you."

"I can see you naked anytime I want, baby." he grinned at me. "At least I still have the memory of last night..."

"Stop it!" I shouted. "I don't want you thinking about that!"

"You should've thought of that before you took me into your bed." he laughed.

"Right, that's it! Get out!" I exclaimed, pointing towards the door.

"Nah, okay, okay...my eyes are closed." he said.

I stood up with the sheet still wrapped around me. I was just about to remove it when I looked over at John and saw him watching through squinted eyes.

"No peeking!" I said, grabbing a pillow and throwing it over his face.

I heard him laughing, as I quickly let the sheet drop and hurried to put my clothes on. Once I was fully dressed I turned my attention back to John.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now." I said, pulling the pillow back off his face and dropping it on my side of the bed. "Now you can just go away."

"Aww! Can't I stay for a little while." he whinned.

"No."

"Yah know you want me to stay."

"No, John, I really don't."

He just smiled and sat up in the bed. "You can see me naked if you want. I ain't bothered. You know you wanna look anyway." he smirked.

"I don't think I do." I said, turning my back on him. "Tell me when you're decent."

After a few moments, he said, "Okay, I'm dressed."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Really really?"

"Just turn around."

I turned around and hesitantly looked at him. I relaxed when I saw that he was wearing his denim shorts now, but still no shirt.

"You're not dressed properly." I commented.

"Well, I'm not naked anymore." he pointed out. "Plus, I can't find my jersey. What did you do with it?" he asked.

"Me?" I questionned. "I didn't do nothing with it."

"You're the one that took it off." he grinned. "You must have thrown it somewhere."

I shivered at the thought of undressing him. "Well, I don't know where it is." I said, as I headed to the bathroom.

"That's my favourite jersey."

"So?" I shrugged. "Just buy another one. I'm going to take a shower. Let yourself out."

I was in the shower for longer than usual, I wanted to scrub myself good after what I did with John last night. I didn't wanted his smell on me! I wanted to get rid of every single trace of him! It was when I was stepping out of the shower that I noticed something on the floor by the sink. I wrapped a towel around me and bent down to pick it up. I held it up to look at it and realized that it was indeed John's Red Sox baseball jersey. I let it drop to the floor again and shuddered.

"Yuck!" I said to myself, before opening the bathroom door and walking out.