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Chapter 2
The Champ John Cena, dressed in his "Chain Gang" clothing - white tanktop with Chain Gang logo on front, black shorts with the logo on the front left leg at the bottom and a white CG hat turned backwards, looked at her. He wondered as to why she was up and about this time of night.
"Lita?" he asked.
"What do you want?" she snapped back, not really wanting to talk with him of all people.
"Geez. Can't a guy inquire about a woman's well-being? I was curious as to why you're out here."
"I could ask you the same thing." Lita replied sarcastically.
"Yeh, well I'm actually on my way back from a late dinner." John told the redheaded diva.
"Maybe I just wanted to take a walk. Is that a crime?" the red head then asked the blue-eyed Champ.
"No. Guess I'll leave ya to it then." he told her.
As he was starting to walk away, he noticed that her face and neck were a little disclored. He stopped.
"Uh, Lita? I know it's none of my business but what happened to your face?" he asked her, with genuine concern for her, despite how he acts toward her on-camera.
She inwardly gasped and thought, Is he being his usual self, thinking that I probably deserved this, or is he actually concerned? She never thought that the Champ would show any concern for her well-being outside the job. Sure, they acted cordial with each other but they never actually had any feelings whatsoever to the other's well-being.
"Well..." she starts, "I could tell ya you're right. It IS none of your business. But actually, I could really use a friend right now. Even if it is you.
Did I actually tell him outloud that I could use his friendship? she mentally asked herself. Where'd that come from?
"Well, I know we don't talk to each other a whole lot or actually know each other that well. Believe it or not, I'm actually quite the listener and a good shoulder to cry on. But sshh. Don't tell anyone I said that. Everyone don't need to know that." he replied, sending her a wink afterwards.
"Why don't you come with me down to my room..." he started to tell her, Lita giving him a glare that meant I don't think so.
"Randy's not here. He and Trish are out somewhere still or they're in her room. I promise I don't have any ulterior motives for getting you into my room. Well, actually..." he paused. Lita smacked him on his arm, her eyes telling him, I thought so. "But now's not the time for that. Besides, you already have a boyfriend and I don't go chasing after people's girlfriends."
"Oh really? I don't believe that for one sec..." Lita started. "Well, believe it. It is. Anyways, all I'm offering is to just be there for ya if ya wanna talk. Or be a shoulder for ya to lean or cry on. And we could always just sit and say nothing so that you don't hafta sit all alone. Those are my only intentions tonight. It's up to you if ya wanna accept it or not." he interuppted her.
Lita stands there, thinking it over. Well, it would be nice to have someone there to just listen. But on the other hand, if Edge were to find out, what would he do to me or even do to John for that matter. she thought.
"Okay John. I'll go. But if you even think for one second to do anything else..."
"I already told ya what my intentions are right now. If you don't wanna believe it, then that's your problem!"
