Becca tried her best to focus on why she was there and not on John. He looked really good and that was all. She really didn't like him that way and to prove that to Randy she had to tell John what she came here to tell him.

"Actually, John, it is about tonight."

"You're cancelling on me aren't you?" He asked with no feeling in his voice.

"No I'm not…"

"Oh good."

"But it is about tonight."

"What about tonight?" He asked as he walked up to her.

"See, Randy came up to me today and told me something that wasn't true. And to prove him wrong I kinda did something…"

"And what's that?"

"Well, I invited him to hang out with us…I mean I figured you wouldn't mind because you guys are such good friends."

"Oh really? So why would you bother telling me this now if you already went ahead and made plans? I mean shouldn't you have at least asked me first? I mean I told you I didn't want to hang tonight, but you insisted and I only said yes because I felt bad about not talking to you…"

"I know John. And I'm sorry, but Randy was being difficult when I told him that I was hanging out with you tonight."

"Difficult how?"

"He told me that we were into each other as more than just friends and that got me mad because that wasn't true."

"So what? Why couldn't you just let him think that? I mean it's not that big a deal if he thought that is it?"

"John, I need to be respected in this business and I can't be viewed as someone who dates around, you know? And I didn't want him getting the wrong idea."

"Who cares what he thinks."

"I do, John. I don't want him to get the wrong impression."

"Why? What's the big deal?"

Becca knew that it was a big deal what Randy thought, but she couldn't tell John after she just told him that basically she didn't want to date anyone which wasn't true.

"It's not a big deal…I just don't want him to think there is something between us. I mean we're friends right?"

John looked as though he wanted to be anywhere, but here right now and Becca didn't understand why. She just wanted to be friends and that's all and she figured that's what he wanted too.

"Right…friends." He said.

"Good. So I'll see you later then."

"Yeah, ok." He said as she left the room.


"So are you gonna come tonight?" Randy asked Johnny and Adam in the lobby.

"Yeah why not? It should be fun watching you try to make a move on Becca." Johnny said.

"And even more fun seeing you get suspended for succeeding." Adam added.

"No one will find out." Randy smirked.

"I hope you're right." Johnny said.

"If she wants to keep her job she won't say anything."

"It would be pretty funny if she shoots you down." Adam said and Johnny laughed.

"That won't happen. From the first day that girl walked in the bar she was instantly hooked on me." Randy said cockily.

"And if you end up falling for her?" Johnny asked.

Randy laughed. "Oh please. Randy Orton does not fall in love. He has sex…but he never falls in love."

"What about Sam?" Adam asked.

"That? She's nothing. I don't love her, she just happens to be really good in bed."

Johnny and Adam looked at each other. "What ever you say, man." Adam replied.

"So I'll see you guys upstairs then?" Randy asked before they left.

"Yeah we'll meet you in John's room." Johnny said as they walked off towards the elevators.

Randy had called a few more wrestlers and diva's letting them know where the party is at tonight and after he got off the phone with Mickie his phone rang; it was John.

"Yo man, seems like your room is a big hit tonight."

"Yeah, about that," John said, "I don't think I can make it."

"What do you mean you can't make it? It's your room."

"Not anymore. You guys enjoy it tonight though and I'll see you in three days"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I have three days off and I'm heading home."

"Your home or your parents?"

"Mine."

"Why?"

"I need a break. I'm exhausted and I just want to go home."

"Why can't you go home after the party?" Randy asked already knowing that Becca was the reason.

"Because my flight leaves in an hour."

"You already booked a flight?"

"Yeah, so have fun tonight."

"So I take it after Becca told you, you booked your flight?" Randy asked.

"Yeah, pretty much. Look I don't know why she makes me this way, but I figure a few days away from her would do me some good right now."

"Whatever you say."

"Yeah so I'll see ya in three days then."

"Aight, bye." Randy said as he flipped his phone shut.

Randy walked to the elevators and headed up to John's room wondering whether Becca knew if John was leaving or not.


"Hi, I have reservations for Tabatha Kahlon." Taby said to the man at the desk.

"Right. May I see some identification, please?" He asked.

Taby took her license out of her purse and handed it to the man. After he handed it back to her he gave her a key card.

"Here you go. You're in room 418 on the fourth floor. Enjoy your stay here at the Tampa Hilton Hotel." He said in a bored tone, like he had said that same phrase a million times already.

"Thank you." Taby replied and handed her bags over to a man in a hotel uniform. She followed him to her room and once she had given him his tip she shut the door and plopped down on the bed.

She had no idea what she wanted to do first. She was just glad to be anywhere but home; it reminded her too much of the sucky reality that she lived in. She decided that since the night was young that she would go out to a club. The fact that she wasn't old enough to get in didn't really matter because she had a fake ID. Maybe she could get drunk and forget everything. It's not like she never did that anyways…she would always get drunk and pass out whenever Becca wasn't around and even though she hated the feeling of being nauseated all the time it sure as hell was better than dwelling on her past, present, and future.

Taby got up and showered. She checked her phone once more to see that Becca had only called three times. She shut the thing off and got dressed. She wore a tight black mini-skirt, a pink halter top, and added some strappy pink shoes with diamonds on them to complete the outfit. She kept her hair down and curled it. Once she was convinced she looked half way decent (which was not how she felt), she shrugged her shoulders, grabbed her purse and left.


John was relieved to be home. As soon as he had reached home the first thing he did was drop everything to take the longest, hottest shower of his life. At least now he felt a little more relaxed than before...but not by much. He decided it would be better for him to get out of the house than to sit by himself and think about the way he was feeling. He couldn't stand that this woman he had just met had such a strong hold of his emotions. No one had ever made him feel like this before and the fact that the feeling wasn't mutual was a huge blow to his ego…and the worst part was she was into his best friend.

John got pissed just thinking about it so he got up and threw on some jeans and a shirt and slipped his sneakers on, then he walked out the door.

When John arrived at the club, he was let in right away and was pointed in the direction of the V.I.P. lounge. He sat down at a table in the back taking in the grinding bodies on the dance floor. He ordered a beer, as he really wasn't up for getting wasted…at least not too fast.

John was on his fourth beer when he noticed the one person that looked as though she could be the only thing to get Becca of his mind. She was hot and he wasn't the only one who seemed to notice; every guy in the club, even the ones who had a girl, was staring holes straight through her. A few of them even went up to her, but it was apparent that she shot them down.

She sauntered over to the bar and it looked like she ordered a bottle of rum. He was waiting to see the bartender hand her two shot glasses, but that wasn't the case; he only gave her one. Well, it looked like John wasn't the only one there trying to forget his troubles; she apparently was planning to drink the night away also.

John decided to join her since it looked like she was alone, so he got up and walked over to the bar and sat down at a stool next to hers.

"So, are you waiting for a boyfriend? Or is that whole bottle of Captain all yours?" He asked.

She looked up at him and looked as though she was about to give him the 'Fuck you' buddy, when her expression changed; obviously realizing who was talking to her.

"Excuse me?" She said with a star struck look in her eyes. But he had to admit she was good at pretending she didn't give a shit who just asked her a question even though she was really into him.

"I asked if you were downing that whole bottle yourself tonight?"

She looked away and threw back another shot then looked back at him. "What do you think?"

"I think that you could use some company."

"Oh really? And what makes you so sure I want company?"

"I'm not sure what you want, but I know what I want right now."

"That's great for you." She said sarcastically as she threw back yet another shot, obviously not wanting to be too eager.

John had to admit, there was definitely something he liked about this girl. Maybe it was her attitude of not wanting him that attracted him even more to her.

"Aren't you curious to know what I want?" He asked.

"Not really." She answered taking another shot.

"I think you really do want to know."

"Great, so now you're another person in my life who thinks they know what I want. Oh joy!" She replied sarcastically again.

"I want to dance with you." He whispered in her ear.

She looked at him with a surprised expression; as if that was the last thing she expected to come out of his mouth.

"Maybe some other time." She said taking another shot; now almost halfway done with the thing.

"Why not now?" He asked, playing along with her little pretending game.

"Because I was just about to leave."

"No you weren't, you just got here."

"And I also decide when I feel like leaving."

"I don't think that you should go home alone." He replied hoping that she was as easy as she looked.

"And I don't really give two fucks what you think." She answered back in a bitter tone.

John watched as she attempted to get up. She swayed and almost fell over, but his reflexes were fast and he caught her.

"It doesn't matter what you care about; fact is you aren't in any shape to drive yourself home."

The girl knew that John was right and it showed all over her face that she thought so, but still she wasn't giving up.

"I'll be fine, thanks for your concern." She replied coldly, shoving him away from her and holding onto the bar stool.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?" He asked with concern in his voice, getting mad at himself for being the good-hearted person he was. He was sick and tired of playing that role, but he just couldn't help himself.

She looked at him and he could see that she was considering what he was saying.

"Well, are you?" He pressed.

"I just want to go." She said staggering towards the door with her rum bottle in hand.

John watched as a guy went up to her and was too close for her comfort. He watched as the girl pushed him away, but he was persistent. John watched as she tried to fight him off and hated himself for going after her. He walked up to her and pegged the asshole with a glare.

"Are you ready, babe?" He asked wrapping his arm around her waist.

The guy apparently got the message and walked off probably going to find some other defenseless woman to bother. After he left, the girl shoved him away from her.

"Don't you ever do that again."

"Uh your welcome for saving your ass." He replied sarcastically.

"I didn't need you to do that." She bit out.

"Yeah, cause you clearly had that situation under control." He rolled his eyes.

"Don't you have to be some where? You know, other than here, bothering me!"

"Just let me drive you home."

"I don't live locally," She said after awhile, "I'm staying at a hotel."

"What hotel are you staying at?" He asked, hoping to get lucky. She was already out of it, so a few more charming lines and he was in for sure.

"The Hilton."

"Great let's go." He said as he held onto her so she wouldn't fall over.


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