A/N Yes, yes I know it's been a while, and I am EXTREMELY sorry. But I'm back now :) Thanks to all my reviewers, those who have put this story on their story alerts, and favourite stories. I absolutely love you guys ! It's been difficult getting over writer's block, but finally here is the next chapter.

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Chapter 10 : The Note

Usually it was hard to find a gym that was willing to give up their boxing ring in order to give people time to train, but since RAW was in Jessica's hometown of Toronto, she had connections to use a boxing ring in a downtown gym. Randy accompanied her, as they trained together.

"Show me how you do that Jumping DDT again," Randy told Jessica. She nodded as she placed her arm around his head, preparing for the move. However, Randy quickly countered placing Jessica in a sleeper hold. She tapped him on his arm, signalling him to let go. She turned around, giving a very pissed off look at Randy.

"What the hell was that?" she asked as she massaged her neck, suffering from the effects of his hold.

"Your DDT," he began, "It's all wrong. I'm shocked those divas haven't countered it yet. Typical divas" he said shaking his head.

"What do you mean it's wrong?" Jessica inquired. That DDT was her signature move, and now Randy was telling her that she was doing it wrong? Randy moved closer to her and he bent her over, placing his arms around her neck, preparing for the move.

"This, is what you are doing," he stated as he put her in starting position of the move. "Aren't you going to apply more pressure?" Jessica wondered.

Randy shook his head, "Nope, because that is exactly how much pressure you are applying. See how much room you have to move your head around?" he said as he let go of her. Jessica stood up as she nodded, "Yeah I do," she mumbled, clearly irritated. Randy arched his eyebrows, "You okay?"

She licked her lips, "Yeah fine. It's just you don't see me critizing your jumping cutter, or backbreaker." Randy chuckled, "That's because I do it right." She didn't respond as he smirked and turned around, walking towards the ropes in order to exit the ring.

"I'll show him," she said to herself. Jessica ran towards Randy, attempting to do a running hurricarana into a DDT. She performed the hurricarana effortlessly, but as soon as she caught a hold of Randy's head, he countered it and performed a simple side slam, planting Jessica's back on the floor.

"Told ya," he said smirking as he looked down at her. She cursed under her breath, as she sat up. He bent over, to sit right in front her, placing his hands on her leg.

"Hey, I'm just trying to help you out," he said removing a strand of her hair from her face. She sighed, "I know. I just thought my DDT was really good, and now I'm finding out it sucks."

"It doesn't suck necessarily," he started, "It just needs some tweaking. Tweaking that I'm willing to give, for a price of course," he said grinning. Jessica giggled, "And what price would that be?" She already knew the answer, and wasn't surprised when Randy leaned forward placing his lips on hers. She smiled against his lips, as he broke the kiss. "That was just the starting price. You owe me more later," he said winking. He got up, helped Jessica get up also, and both wrestlers soon left the gym, heading to their hotel room to get ready for a dinner the two had planned.

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"So, John is meeting us for dinner," Randy said as he began buttoning up his baby blue dress shirt.

"Oh is he? Why?" Jessica asked while she put on her pearl necklace.

"Because we are going on a double date," Randy answered. "Nice. Who is he bringing? Mickie?" Jessica asked.

"Nope, Liz" Randy said casually. Jessica walked towards Randy, whipping him around to see if he was telling the truth. There was no hint of a smile on his face, so she figured that he was. "Why is that skank coming?"

"John invited her, and I said it was okay," he said shrugging. "And you didn't think it would be a good idea to tell me?" she asked folding her hands over her chest.

Randy sighed, "If I told you Jessica, I knew you would throw a fit like you are doing now, and say that you wouldn't be going."

Jessica arched an eyebrow, "Funny that you thought that, because I am not going," she said walking away, proceeding to take off her dress. She placed her hands on the hem of her dress in an attempt to take off the dress but was stopped when Randy grabbed her hand.

"You are going Jessica. I already promised John that you'd come, and he's really excited. Do you really want to disappoint him Jess?" Randy asked, peering into Jessica's iris.

"Well no one told you to promise John anything. Have fun at the dinner, tell me how it goes," Jessica said giving Randy a fake smile. Randy sighed, "Must you always be so difficult?" Jessica smiled, lifted her hands to caress the side of his face, "Would you love me otherwise?" She lifted her head, catching Randy by surprise as she began kissing him passionately. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she pushed his face closer to hers, deepening the kiss. She began to walk forward, pushing Randy in the direction of the bed. Randy sat down subconsciously on the bed, as Jessica sat on his lap, opening his dress shirt, placing soft kisses on his chest. It took Randy a minute to realize what she was trying to do, as he swiftly turned her over, pinning her to the bed.

"Nice try," he said sternly. Jessica rolled her eyes, "Wouldn't you rather stay here, and you know, continue ?" she said seductively. Randy stared at her for a moment before answering.

"Nope. Now let's go."

"I'm not going anywhere," Jessica said, crossing her arms across her chest, like a child. Randy again sighed, as he placed a soft sudden kiss on her lips, "Please," he said softly, almost begging, pleading with his eyes.

"Ugh, I hate when you look at me like that," Jessica began. "Fine, but I swear Randy, if she says or does one thing that is out of line, I'll hurt her."

"She's pregnant Jess," Randy said reminding her. She shrugged, "Then I just won't hit her in the stomach." Randy chuckled as he pulled Jessica off the bed, embracing her. "What am I going to do with you?" Twenty minutes later the couple entered the Baton Rouge restaurant, and had the waiter take them over to where John was seated. John got up to greet his friends, hugged Jessica, as he leaned over to whisper in her ear , "Behave." Jessica rolled her eyes as she and Randy took their seats in the booth with John and Liz. Jess did not even acknowledge Liz's presence, so Liz made the first gesture.

"Good evening Jessica. How are you?" Liz asked. Instead of replying back to her, Jessica opened up her menu and started reading it, wondering what she would order.

Randy cleared his throat, "I believe Liz just asked how you were Jess." "I know," Jessica said not lifting her head from the menu. "Well then the least you can do is answer her." She slammed her menu down, "The least you could do is not tell me what to do. You already forced me to come and have dinner with this whore!" she said slightly raising her voice.

"Jessica! I won't have you talking to the mother of my child like that," John said very sternly. She looked up at him, to see that he was clearly annoyed by Jessica's behaviour.

"She cheated on you John. Why the hell are you still with this bitch?" Jessica asked. If John wanted to raise his voice with her, then so would she.

John chuckled in amusement, "Oh so I'm not allowed to stay with someone who cheated on me, but it was alright for you to stay with a man that put his hands on you. Which one is more pathetic Jess?" Jessica clenched her jaw, as a look of hurt washed over her face. "Son of a bitch" she muttered, as she got up. "I'll find my own way home Randy," she said as she began to leave. Randy called out to her but she ignored him. Randy got up gazing at John, with a pretty pissed look, "That was pretty low John." John sighed, knowing that he shouldn't have gone there but Jessica was pissing him off. "I'll go find her," John offered. Randy nodded as John got up to follow Jessica.

Luckily Jessica had not made it very far in her heels, as John ran up to her catching her right by the entrance of the restaurant.

"Jessica, wait," he said calling after her. Of course John knew that wouldn't be enough to stop her, so he grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop. Jessica gave him a blank stare, which bared no emotion, but John knew that what he had said hurt her.

"Look I'm sorry okay. I was angry and I shouldn't have said that. But Jess, you can't be saying those things to her," he said. She sighed, "I just don't understand why you are with her John. She's just going to hurt you again."

"And if that times comes, I'll deal with it. I understand your concern, but this is my problem, not yours." Jessica pursed her lips, "Okay, fine." John looked at her in shock, "Wait, what?" he asked.

Jessica gave him a faint smile, "I said okay, fine. As in I'll try to be nicer. I can't guarantee it though. You already know how I am."

He chuckled, as he pulled her into an embrace. "Thank you. Wasn't expecting you to agree that easily though. Now can we please go back and act like civilized human beings?" She nodded. The two made their way back to the table, and just as they got back, Liz got up to go the washroom.

"I'll come with you," Jessica said. Both Randy and John gave Jessica a look, but she ignored them as she followed Liz to the washroom. Once inside, Jessica stopped Liz from entering a stall, turning her around to make sure she was facing her.

"Listen, I don't like you and you don't like me. But as long as you and John are together, we are going to be seeing a lot of each other."

Liz sighed, "Jessica as much as you think that I don't like you, I actually do not have a problem with you. I respect you for being so protective of John. But I'm not going to hurt him. Not again."

"Well, you are going to have to excuse me if I can't take what you just said seriously. I love John, and if you hurt him again, that beating that I gave you the last time, won't compare the beating that is coming to you if you do," Jessica threatened.

"Again, I respect you being so protective of him. I just hope that one day we will be friends, for the sake of John and the baby," Liz said. Jessica gave her a fake smile. "Yeah I highly doubt that, but we'll see."

"So you four actually had a dinner together, that didn't involve hair pulling?" a very shocked and curious Maryse asked. Jessica and Maryse were in The Eaton Centre, in downtown Toronto, shoe shopping of course.

Jessica nodded, "Shocking right. I was actually quite proud of myself," she said, flashing a smile.

Maryse giggled, "As am I. Do you really think it's his kid?" Jessica was about to answer negative to that question, but as much as she loved Maryse, she knew that she was quite the gossiper, so she decided to lie.

"Yep," Jessica said lying through her teeth. "Anyways, how are you and Miz?" she asked, attempting to change the subject. Maryse rambled on and on about the Miz, and soon Jessica was tuning in and out. It wasn't that she didn't care, but that something had caught her attention.

"Hey Maryse, is it just me or is that man following us. Don't look now, but he's wearing an ATL fitted, black leather jacket and jeans. He's standing to the left of us." Slowly Maryse turned around, to both the left and the right, trying to see who Jess was talking about.

She shook her head, "I don't see anyone Jessica." Weird thing was that neither could Jessica. "Maybe I'm just seeing things. Lack of sleep I guess," Jessica proclaimed. An hour and a half later, the two were both done with their shopping and headed for Jessica's rental car in the parking lot. As they reached closer to the car, both noticed a white paper, with red lettering tucked in the windshield.

"What's that?" Maryse inquired as Jessica picked up the paper.

Poor Randy, has you lying in his bed instead of a ditch. I wonder if he knows his girlfriend is a lying little bitch.

"Jessica! Jessica! Jessica!" Maryse was practically shouting to get Jessica's attention. She managed to tear her eyes off the letter, entering reality. She passed the note over to Maryse.

"It's probably some fan who is jealous of your relationship," Maryse said after reading it. Jessica nodded.
"Yeah I guess." However deep down, Jessica didn't think the answer was that simple.