Chapter 4:
No one had heard from John until he showed up to the taping of Smackdown. They knew something was wrong when he came alone. He was quiet and not very responsive. That worried Layla and Eve. They both had a feeling on what happened.
"All because of AJ," Eve said, as her and Layla watched John go to his dressing room.
That saddened Eve, she really liked Kim. She wasn't sure how Layla felt though because she never saw Layla talk to her. Layla started walking to the Diva's locker room.
She knew there was nothing they could do. The damage was already done.
Smackdown was just a blur. Eve watched as John seemed to have turned onto autopilot, did his routine and left the building without saying anything else.
AJ skipped around the building and smiling and laughing. Eve knew it was because she had succeeded on her mission. But now the question was what; was her next move?
The bus felt pretty empty. John boarded and placed his bags on the small couch and sat down. The driver wasn't in yet.
Probably grabbing some coffee, he thought to himself.
He sighed aloud.
John pulled out his cellphone and turned it on, hoping maybe, just maybe she sent him a text. But there was nothing. He locked it and placed it beside him on the couch.
He heard someone getting on the bus and thought it was the bus driver. Good, he was looking forward to some much needed sleep. He wanted to escape from reality for a moment.
When he had gotten up he looked over at the door to see AJ standing there. He froze.
"Hey John!" she said,
He looked around. He noticed she had her bags with her. An eyebrow was raised in question.
"What are you doing?"
Before AJ could say anything Vince had come walking up behind her.
"Hey John," he said, grinning ear from ear.
"What's going on?"
"Well," Vince looked at AJ. She smiled widely and giggled. "Considering that you and AJ's character have a romantic relationship, I thought it was best that, you two travelled together."
"What?" John asked, getting a bit angry.
"If we don't travel together," AJ chirped up, "Then our relationship isn't realistic!"
Vince nodded his head, agreeing.
"It's only for a little while, until we can figure out what where we are going with this."
John's temper flared, "No," he said, "She's not welcomed here."
"Now John, if I were you I wouldn't act so irrational. You know, your job could possibly be on the line – hell everyone's job lately has been on the line. If we don't get these ratings up, WWE is going to be history."
He gritted his teeth because no matter how pissed off he was right now, he knew Vince wasn't lying about the job situation. Everyone's job was on the line.
"Fine," he said, "She sleeps out here," he grabbed his stuff and walked into his room and closed the door behind him. He couldn't believe this was happening. What were those two thinking?
When Vince had left the bus, Vickie sat in her car, mouth wide open. So whose idea was this in the first place? Was it Vince's? AJ's? Or…
Vickie gasped, No… John didn't do all this on purpose… did he? But he doesn't like AJ, right? But then why did he say no and kick her off the bus?
No matter how hard she tried to believe that John was the good guy here and that he was the one who got screwed over, a small part of her couldn't deny that John could have done this on purpose.
Poor Kim, she thought. The feeling overwhelmed her; she couldn't believe she actually was feeling pity towards Kim. She didn't know her well and she knew John had many female companions since the divorce – so the come and go wasn't anything knew. But Kim, she seemed different.
Dolph was finally making his way to the car. Vickie popped open the trunk for him and tried so hard to fake a smile when he placed his belongings in the trunk, slammed it and got into the car. She knew she was the only one who had witnessed AJ's little move in onto the Cenation bus. But she was wondering how long it was going to be quiet for.
Probably not long because already AJ was planning her next move.
It bothered him a lot that AJ was in the next room. He didn't hear a peep from her but he knew she was in there. He could feel her presence and he did not like it.
He locked his door silently, then tore his shirt off and sat down on his bed. He hurt, not only physically but mentally. It felt like a knife had been driven into his heart and it was wedged in there.
Sleep called his name, so he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes praying that sleep and good dreams would come to him. But as he lay there waiting for sleep to overtake him he couldn't stop thinking of Kim and how she left.
He should have gone after her. That confused her. He knew he had feelings for her… didn't he?
When he first met her, he wanted to get to know her, but he fully understood her situation and he prayed and patiently waited. He couldn't believe when he had gotten that phone call from her, even though she was sad that her boyfriend had dumped her, he was praising the Gods above.
She may have not been the hottest girl he's been with but that made it more realistic – she wasn't affected by the fame. She didn't cake her face with layers of makeup, wear skin tight revealing clothes to get attention and didn't spend his money left right and center. No - she was honest, trustworthy and definitely as real as they got.
Her hair was blonde and red and her eyes were a blue hazel. He sighed heavily and cringed in pain, remembering that she was a couple inches shorter than him and he could still feel her head resting on his chest.
Kim wasn't skinny like a model, she was an average country girl who enjoyed her life and didn't try to stress over the smallest things.
John opened his eyes and they were teary. No, he's not going to cry. He doesn't cry unless someone dies and she definitely wasn't dead.
Was it the fear that he loved her or was it the fear that didn't love her? He just didn't understand fully why he didn't go after her. He was the one who wanted her in the first place and now it just boggled him that he just let her go – just like that.
As he tried to figure things out, the familiar rocking and swaying of the bus had made him fall asleep. But he did not have peaceful dreams.