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Right Where We Left Off

Chapter 1

John Cena looked at himself in the mirror as he tightened his tie, smoothed down his suit and checked his hair. This was the big night. He had been waiting for this moment for ten years. No, it wasn't Wrestlemania or the Grammy's. It had absolutely nothing to do with wrestling, music or acting.

He glanced in the mirror one last time, pleased with his appearance. He sat on the bed as he slipped on his pricey designer dress shoes and groaned in annoyance when his cell phone rang. He knew who it was; it was his girlfriend. His girlfriend is actually his best friend, Randy Orton's personal assistant, Carla King. He pressed the connect button on his cell phone, despite his better judgment.

"Hey baby" John said unenthusiastically.

"Are you all dressed?" She asked as if she was preoccupied. He sighed, this was typical Carla phone talk, no "hello", no "how are you dear?"; she got straight down to the point.

"I'm all dressed." He replied robotically.

"And who is going to be there?" She asked which made John roll his eyes. This was the third time she'd asked that question today. It made him feel like he was asking his mom if he could go to a party.

"Baby, I already told you numerous times, I have no idea." He said, his annoyance clearly heard.

"Don't you get an attitude with me John Cena. I'm just worried and disappointed that I'm not going to be there with you." She said sniffling.

"I know, I wish you could be here too. But I understand. Business calls." He said trying to get back on her good side.

"Speaking of business, I have to go, I'm needed. Call me when you get back to the hotel tonight." She said.

"I will." John replied.

"I love you." She said.

"You too." He instantly replied, wondering himself if he meant it anymore. And with that, Carla hung up. She always got like this when he was away from her. She claims she's just worried and wishes she could be there with him but the ironic thing is, she acts practically the same as when he's standing right next to her.

The things he once loved about her, like her demanding and needy attitude that he used to think was cute, he's now growing to hate. He's starting to learn about other more undesirable traits about her, like that she's judgmental, selfish, superficial and whiny. When his friends would confront him about her attitude and their up and down relationship, he would brush it off as a phase but he knew better deep down. He knew Carla wasn't the girl for him. He would only admit it to himself but he was a bit scared of being single again. Sure, being single he could be wild and crazy and sleep with whomever he pleased, whenever he pleased. But he knew he would miss having someone to cuddle with at night, someone to hold and hold hands with during the day and someone to kiss and show off whenever he wanted. But he shook off those thoughts as he stepped out the door.

Tonight wasn't about relationships or Carla, tonight was about him and seeing old friends. He got excited as he stepped in the elevator. This was what he had been waiting for, he was heading to his ten year high school reunion and he couldn't be anymore anxious.

John had only walked in the door a few feet before he heard one of his old friends voices.

"JC? Is that you?" Someone yelled excitedly in John's direction. John groaned and turned toward the voice.

"Man, don't call me that." He said with a laugh. They embraced in a male hug/handshake. "How've you been man?" He asked his old high school friend, Derek.

"Good, good. Not as good as you though, I mean, I know you always talked about being a wrestler, but damn! Your big bro!" Derek exclaimed and John laughed with him.

"Hey, when I set my mind to something, I go for it." John said as they started walking to the bar. "So what have you been up to?"

"Just keeping busy. I'm an architect, I still live here in Boston and I just got married about three months ago. My wife couldn't be here tonight, she just caught the flu a few days ago." Derek said after they ordered their drinks. "What about you?"

"Just working." John replied simply.

"Oh yeah? You got a girl in your life?" He asked. John thanked the bartender as he set their drinks in front of them and then he let out a sigh.

"Yeah." He said and took a big gulp of his drink. He knew people were going to ask him about his relationship status, he just didn't want to talk about Carla too much tonight.

"That was a loaded yes." Derek stated, also taking a drink of his drink before looking at his old friend, concerned.

"It's complicated." John replied hoping to change the subject. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, surveying the crowd for familiar faces.

John looked at Derek when he whistled. "Look at her." He said pointing towards the door, where a women just walked in. "Isn't that…" John turned his attention to her and almost stopped breathing. She looked absolutely stunning. The way her strapless black dress hugged all her stunningly perfect curves, the way her black pumps elongated her already long legs and the way her white, classic pearls accentuated her long neck grabbed his attention immediately. Her hair hung in long waves past her breasts and bounced gracefully against her skin as she walked. She said hi to everyone as she passed them and the next thing John knew, she was standing in front of him.

"Hi John" She said softly, almost shyly with a smile.

"Hey" He croaked out, speechless. She must have assumed that meant he didn't want to talk to her because she walked away, probably to mingle with other old friends. John almost yelled after her, he actually wanted to talk to her.

John downed his third shot of the night and closed his eyes at the vile taste. He was sitting at a table with all his old buddies and was staring 'her' down. Not only had she not tried to talk to him again that night, but Carla had called five times already, and he'd only been here an hour and a half.

"Are you okay buddy?" Derek asked, slapping him on the back.

"I'm fine." He said still not turning his attention from 'her'. Derek looked at where John's gaze was and squinted his eyes, confused.

"Do…Do you two still have a thing?" He asked quietly so the other guys wouldn't hear. John laughed.

"Oh no, I haven't talked to her since grad night. She just…She looks amazing." He said, his eyes shadowing over in jealousy when some guy went up to start talking to her.

"I know. Hey man, why don't you go talk to her? I'm sure she'd love to catch up with you." Derek suggested. John mulled it over for a while before shaking his head.

"Nah, if she wants to talk, she'll come to me." He said with a nod. Derek shrugged and they started talking about sports and family for a while.

She had spotted him the moment she came in. She had walked right up to him and said hi but he seemed like he really didn't want to talk to her. She's starting to wish she hadn't just walked away and would have, instead started some conversation. She was hoping he would come up to her to talk to her but he hadn't and when she glanced at him in the middle of a conversation she was having with someone she didn't really remember, she had a feeling he wasn't going to come to her. She had to go to him. But he looked like he was enjoying himself with his old friends. She smiled at the person in front of her when he asked her a question and she nodded her head yes, even though she had no idea if he had even asked her a yes or no question. The only reason she had even come to this thing was to see John and see how he was doing. Now, he was ignoring her and she was stuck talking to people she didn't remember. Great, just great.

One Hour Later

John leaned back at his chair, bouncing his leg anxiously and analyzed his situation. Here was this amazingly beautiful girl that had wanted to talk to him, but he basically blew her off and now she was dancing with some guy and John was actually…jealous? No, that couldn't be. He didn't even get jealous when Carla danced with other people. Yet, he had this itching to get up and rescue her, so to speak, from the strange man, and dance with her himself. The anticipation had finally gotten to him and he jumped out of his seat and fast walked half way to her, the other half he slowed down and played it cool. When he approached the dancing pair, he tapped the guy on the shoulder and offered him a smile when he turned around.

"Can I cut in?" John asked politely. The man look disappointed to be cutting his time short but he really didn't have much choice when John stepped between the two and took her hands in his, leading their dance. She looked up at him shyly, once again seeming to question his feelings. They danced in sync in complete silence for a few minutes, letting the music guide them. Finally, John couldn't stand it anymore. "Paige, you look…" He said stepping back and looking her up and down in a gentlemen like way. "incredible." She smiled timidly and put her head down, tucking a piece of hair behind her ears.

"Thanks." She said softly. She seemed much more shy and gentle than he remembered but that's not to say he doesn't like it. "You look great too." John smiled and pulled her close. They slow danced with her head resting on his shoulder and with his head on her head with both their eyes closed. They didn't know it, but they were both thinking that this felt like old times.

They stayed together the rest of the night, whether they were dancing or sitting or even at the bar, they enjoyed each others company. They didn't really talk too much, just exchanged the basics, not really getting into what they've been up to for the past ten years, but neither of them minded. Soon, everyone was dispersing, slowly but surely. John walked her to her car and opened her door for her.

"Hey, I was thinking. I'm in town for a few days on business; maybe we can have dinner one night?" John said suddenly second guessing himself. She smiled.

"That would be wonderful." She said and wrote down her cell number for him before climbing in her car and driving away with a wave. John watched her go before getting in his rental car and drove back to his hotel. As soon as he was back in his room he called Randy. He had to tell him what had happened tonight; this couldn't wait 'till morning.

"Hey." Randy said when he answered.

"Hey bro." John greeted, stepping out onto the balcony, looking at the city below. "I'll call you in the morning to fill you in on all the details but there's one I need to give you now."

"What's up?" Randy asked curiously.

"Paige was at the reunion." John said, getting straight to the point. Randy's eyes widened.

"Paige as in your ex-girlfriend Paige? As in the Paige you were still crazy about before you met Carla? As in the ex-girlfriend you said wasn't going to be there?" He asked making sure.

"That's the one. And I didn't think she was going to be there. When I asked the people in charge if she was, they said she hadn't RSVPed yet."

"What John, you think people didn't call after you?" Randy asked almost angry. This was definitely dangerous territory. "Whatever, it's not like anything happened."

"Yeah, yeah," John said zoning out. "You're right." They both were absorbed in their thoughts about the situation before John shook his head. "Well I'm tired, I'm sure you are too. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Looking forward to it." Randy said before saying bye and hanging up. John walked back into his room and got ready for bed. Right as he laid down, he remembered he had told Carla he would call when he got back. He groaned, grabbed his cell phone and checked the clock. It was 1:30am here which meant with the time difference, it was 3:30am where she was. He made the executive decision to let her sleep and call her in the morning. He set his phone down and closed his eyes. How mad could she possibly get that he didn't wake her up?

A/N: Well, I wasn't going to post this story until i had it completely finished so i could be the updating queen, however, i just couldn't wait! i had to post something soon and I've been working on this for months. Hope everyone enjoys this story; tell me what you think about it!