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Chapter 7

Five minutes later, John Cena was at the bottom of Lita's driveway, sitting on the top of his suitcase, waiting for the taxi cab he'd just called. Lita had been right on his heels until she realised that she was still dressed in her pyjamas. She'd taken a short detour to get a jacket and some shoes.

She was cautiously approached John, waiting until she was up close to him before she said anything. "Want to tell me what that was all about?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips.

John looked at up her before shrugging, "Not really."

"Too bad, you're gonna tell me."

"Trust me Lita, not gonna happen," Cena stated.

She frowned at him, "Did you just call me Lita?"

"Last time I checked it was your name."

"So that's how it's going to be now is it?"

He was quiet for a moment and at first she thought he wasn't going to answer at all until he slowly nodded his head, "Yup, that's how it's going to be."

"Okay, where are you going?"

"To the airport, I got a plane to catch."

"That's not until lunchtime so how about you come back inside and if you don't want to talk about it you don't have to."

"I'm fine here, thanks."

"John, stop being such a big baby and get your ass back inside. I think I know you well enough to know you're not going anywhere."

As soon as the words had left her mouth, the taxi pulled up. The driver rolled down the passenger door window, "Taxi for Cena?"

John stood, opening the back door of the cab, "Guess we just don't know each other after all. Thanks for letting me crash at your place. I'll see ya around."

Lita's mouth dropped open, she couldn't believe what was happening, "John? … John?"

He didn't answer, instead he just got into the taxi not even looking at the redhead as the cab pulled away.

Tear pricked the diva's eyes as she watched the taxi disappear into the distance. What the hell had just happened? She slowly made her way back inside the house and into the kitchen where Edge and Randy were still waiting.

"Where is he?" Edge asked, rolling his eyes. "In your room, pouting?"

"He's gone …" Lita trailed off.

"What?" Edge and Randy asked at the same time.

"He's gone," she repeated, running into Edge's arms. Waiting until she had buried her head into his chest until she let the tears flow.

Edge rubbed her back slowly as he shot the Legend Killer a 'what the fuck?' face.

Randy shrugged and picked up Lita's house phone. Quickly he selected Cena's cell phone number from the phone's memory and dialled. He wasn't surprised to get John's voicemail a few moments later. "Listen to me, you son of a bitch and listen good. You better get your ass back here right now or I'm coming after you." He ended the call and glanced up at his friends unable to stop himself from feeling the waves of jealously that she had turned to the other man for comfort instead of him.

"Li?"

She turned herself around, still in Edge's arms and wiped the tears from her face, "I don't know what happened. He just left wouldn't even tell me what was wrong."

Randy stepped forward and rubbed her arm gently, "Don't let him upset you, okay? He's not worth it."

"It's a little late for that," Edge commented. "I'm so kicking his ass when I see him later."

"Get in line," Randy replied.

Still in the cab, heading towards the airport, John pulled out his cell phone. The phone beeping when he turned it on, indicting he had a voicemail message. He listened to Randy's message before deleting it. He briefly thought about calling him back but decided against it. He couldn't deal with Orton right now. So instead he dialled a different number.

"And what do you want?" the voice asked without saying hello.

"Where are you?"

"Why don't you asked, Randy?"

"I would but he's kinda busy making plans to have a baby with my best friend," John pointed out.

"So you know about that. Isn't it the best news ever?" she replied.

"Hell no."

"Someone sounds jealous," she pointed out.

"And someone sounds too happy to let her husband have a baby with another woman."

"I have my reasons."

"That's what I'm worried about. So where are you?"

"I'm at my mom's" she lied.

He laughed, "Where are you really?"

"I already told you, I'm at my mom's," she insisted.

"Now, why don't I believe you?"

"No idea. Was there a point to your call or did you just want to chit chat?"

"I need to see you. When will you be home?"

"Monday afternoon. I'm looking forward to seeing you."

"Feeling ain't mutual. I'll stop by on Tuesday before your husband gets home." He disconnected the call.

Jessica Orton smiled to herself as she pocketed her cell phone, "Why couldn't you have wanted children, John Cena?"

It was now early Monday afternoon and Lita had just arrived at the arena. She wasn't usually here until much later but after this weekend's house shows she'd been informed she was needed earlier to pre-tape some segments. As she entered the building she caught sight on the person who'd been successfully avoiding her for the past three days. "Hey Cena, wait up."

He ignored her shout out, vanishing around the corner and by the time she managed to get there, he was no where to been seen. "Damn you, John," she muttered as she looked around for any signs of him.

"Hey Lita," somebody shouted from behind her.

The redhead spun around to find Shane standing here, "Oh hey, Shane. Have you seen John, I thought I saw him come this way."

"Yeah, he's just filming five questions and then we can get started. Did you want something to eat?"

"No, thanks. I got something on the way," Lita explained.

"Okay, if you want to put your stuff in the locker room and come back here in say, five minutes?"

"Sure," Lita nodded as she started to walk off.

"Lita?"

"Yes," Lita replied, turning back.

"Locker room's that way," Shane said, pointing the in opposite direction to where the diva was headed.

"I knew that," Lita replied as she changed direction and walked past Shane.

Once at the locker room, she placed her stuff in one of the lockers and took a seat on the beach. Deciding she had a little time before she could confront John. She still couldn't believe she hadn't talked to him in three days. When she'd reached the airport on Friday he was nowhere to be found and when her, Randy and Edge had arrived for the house show, they'd been informed that John was no longer scheduled and wouldn't be around until Monday for Raw. Lita had tried calling him over and over again, each time she only got his voicemail.

On the Friday evening just before her match, she'd gotten a text message from him which had given her some hope as he always sent a message before her matches to wish her luck. However, the message he'd sent this time wasn't to wish her luck as she'd hoped. It was a short message telling her to stop calling him. Of course as soon as she'd read the message she called him but he didn't answer. Eventually his voicemail kicked in and she'd left him a message using the most colourful language she could think of.

Twenty minutes later Lita decided that was enough time had passed and she could now hunt down John again because he was going to talk to her if he liked it or not. Just as she was about to exit through the door, it opened and Maria Kanellis walked in.

"Hey, Li, how's it going?"

"Could be better," Lita admitted. "How's things with you?"

Maria sighed, "Could also be better. I can't believe it's your last night." The brunette smiled sadly, "I'm gonna miss you so much."

"I'll miss you too Ria but it's not like you're never gonna see me again. You're welcome to stay with me any time you like."

"Thanks Li."

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to find John Cena."

Maria nodded, "Okay, cool. Guess I'll catch you later then."

Lita smiled as she left the locker room. Within a minute or two she was back outside the room she assumed John was in. She could hear him laughing loudly inside. Quietly she pushed open the door and slipped inside just in time to catch John saying he was out. Noticing he was heading in her direction, Lita decided to stand her ground and blocked the door way.

"Excuse me," he muttered.

"Oh, so you are talking to me then?" she demanded, folding her arms across her chest.

"Are you gonna move or what?" he asked.

Lita stood firm, "Not until you give me answers."

"Please just move, I ain't worth your time."

"What's that supposed to mean? You're one of my best friends. I think I deserve to know what's going on. What's your damage?"

"Look, lets not make this anymore difficult than it has to be. The way I see it, after today you won't have to deal with me anymore and you'll have plenty of time to makes as many babies as you want with Orton."

Lita gasped, "John? What the hell?"

"I think you heard me." He pushed passed her and exited the room.

"You're jealous?" she yelled after him. "You've ruined the last weekend of my career because you're jealous?"

John stopped and turned around, "What? I didn't ruin anything, I wasn't even there."

"Exactly, I spent the whole weekend getting intimate with your voicemail. Of course you ruined it. I wanted you there," she insisted.

John shrugged, "Whatever, Red." He started to move away again.

Something inside Lita snapped. She jumped on his back, wrapping her arms around his neck and screamed like a banshee.

John stumbled, trying to detach the crazed redhead from him. After a few moments he was successful in restraining her, "Have you lost your fucking mind?"

"I must have to think you were ever my friend. You shit." She slapped him hard across the face before turning on her heels, leaving a stunned John Cena in her wake.

Seconds later, Shane approached John, "Do I even want to know what was about?"

"Slight misunderstanding, won't affect tonight's show."

"It better not. I thought you two were friends?"

"We are … were. Like I said, just a slight misunderstanding."

Shane nodded, "And I like said, it better not."

Lita stormed back towards the women's locker room also knocking down Jeff Hardy in the process.

"Hey Li, where's the fire?"

"Sorry Jeffers, I've just had a run in with Cena. I wasn't looking where I was going."

"You okay?"

Lita sighed, "Not really but I will be so don't worry about me okay?"

"Li, you're like a sister to me, don't tell me not to worry," Jeff replied.

"I'm fine, honest. I just need to get back to the locker room. I want to spend some quality time with Maria and Mickie before I go."

"That's cool, man. I'll catch you later then."

The redhead smiled, "Sure thing, Jeff."

Three hours later, Randy and Edge had arrived at the arena. Both had tried and failed to locate John but they had managed to locate Lita who was still spitting feathers. The only trouble was, they couldn't get her to calm down enough to tell her what had happened. She was currently pacing the length of the locker room.

"I bet this has something to do with, Cena."

"No shit, Sherlock," Edge replied. "But, I'm not sure I've seen her this pissed before. I think I saw steam actually coming out of her ears a minute ago. You don't think she's killed him do you?"

Randy made a face, "Don't be stupid."

There was a knock at the door before it was opened and a stagehand stuck his head in, "Production meeting in five minutes, guys."

"Thanks, man." Randy replied as the man disappeared again. "Erm, Li. We've got a meeting in five minutes, are you going to be okay?"

Lita stopped pacing, "I'm just peachy, Randy. Can't you tell?"

"What happened, Ames?" Edge asked.

"You mean apart from John Cena acting like a complete bastard?"

"That's it, I'm gonna kill him," Randy said before charging out of the room.