This is the draft chapter, happened after the draft. I'm sorry this took so long to type. I've already finished writing this one a couple of days ago, literally write. Thanks to the teacher's seminar, I was able to go home early and type this. I disclaim and please do enjoy reading this one.
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John Cena sat in his locker room, not knowing what to do. He was thinking whether he should go and see Torrie Wilson and ask her out or if he should just go back to the hotel. He recalled what Lilian told him. It's not that he didn't ask her out, he just can't make Torrie say "yes".
After taking a shower, he made up his mind and decided to just go back to the hotel. He picked up his bag and was about to place his free hand on the door knob when his cell phone rang.
Sighing, he looked at it. To no surprise, Lilian was calling him. He slapped his forehead knowing what she would say once he answered it.
"Hi John!" Lilian greeted him cheerfully. "You may think that I called you because I want to discuss the operation-Torrie with you but I'm not. I just waned to say… What's up?"
John fell silent and sat back on the couch, placing his bag beside him. "Uhm, nothing, nothing at all."
"Are you sure?" Lilian asked. "Don't you want to discuss something about… I don't know… Maybe about… Torrie?"
John sighed. "What do you want me to do?" he snapped. "She's going to Smackdown. We're over and the worst part? I've never even had the time to have dinner or even lunch with her."
"Breakfast?" Lilian tried to somewhat cheer him up.
"This is not a joke, Lily," John said.
He's right, Lilian thought. But now is not the right time to tell him that he's right. "You can still see her on pay-per-views and supershows," she tried to cheer him up with a more serious information. "All pay-per-views are tri-branded."
"And?" John asked, trying to make Lilian's encouragement pointless.
"And…" Lilian had an idea. Although she knows that John's a big wimp to do it. "Where are you right now?"
"Don't change the subject, Lily," John said, ignoring the question.
"I have an idea. Where are you right now?" Lilian repeated her question.
She heard John sigh. "Locker room," he answered. "What? Are you going to mysteriously appear out of nowhere?
Lilian laughed. "No! Silly! Why don't you get your ass walking to the Diva's locker room and ask for Torrie."
"Hell no! Why would I do that?" John exclaimed. "I don't want to be turned down in front of everybody! Everybody's here!
"I knew you'd be a wimp," Lilian said cockily. "Have a nice night with the Superstars, wimp!"
"I'm not a wimp!" John defended himself. He hated arguing with a woman, especially with Lilian because he always loses.
"Oh yes you are," Lilian said. "And if you don't mind, I want to go to sleep."
"I will be haunting you in your sleep, Garcia!" John joked. "Good night, Lily."
"Good night to you too, wimp," Lilian teased him again.
"I'm not a wimp," John said. "I'll prove it to you."
"Then prove it," Lilian tested him.
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Lilian rolled her eyes after she clicked off her phone. She then made her way to her bedroom, getting ready for bed.
"Oh John!" Lilian sighed. "Am I the only one who likes you? It's not that hard to like you. I mean, what's not to like? Torrie is such a lucky girl."
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Just like what Lilian said, John made his way to the Diva's locker room. "A wimp? I ain't a wimp. I'll show her that I'm not a wimp," John said to himself before knocking on the door.
Melina was the one who opened it and was surprised to see John. "Lilian's in New York," she said knowing that normally, he would ask for Lilian.
"I know that," John said. "I'm here to talk to Torrie."
"Oh, okay," Melina slightly closed the door. "Torrie! Someone wants to deliver a good-bye-good-luck-on-Smackdown speech to you!"
"Coming!" John heard Torrie. She had a cute voice but for him, the loveliest of all is Lilian's.
John smiled when Torrie appeared. "Oh, hi John!"
"Uhm, listen, Torrie," John swallowed. "Since this is your last day on Raw. I mean, you will no longer be with us on the road. I was thinking if…" his voice trailed off as he saw Torrie's serious look, he can feel droplets of sweat on his face. "I was thinking that maybe… You and I could…"
Torrie laughed. "I get it. You want me to go out with you, right?" John nodded. "You're a nice guy John. I mean, what's not to like about you? But, I already promised the girls. I'm sorry, maybe next time?"
It was as if Torrie just used Triple H's sledgehammer to crush John's heart, figuratively. But wait, she said next time. Maybe he will have his chance next time. "Sure, I'll just catch you next time. Good luck in Smackdown."
"Thanks!" Torrie kissed him in the cheek and went back to the Diva's locker room.
He shook his head and went to the parking lot. "Lilian's right, I'm a wimp."
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I have to study now… Wish me luck in Physics and Calculus… Reviews anyone?
