More than I expected
chapter 10 : thanks for the memories.
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a/n : please review, im working really hard on this story.
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I tied my brunnette hair in a high ponytail and clipped up my bangs to form a stylish bump.I stared at my reflection, and wondered how much I've changed. It wasn't a lot, only my style and the way I acted. I was still short, a brunnette, and such. Ever since I've seen John, the past has always come back to my mind. The first time I met him, our first kiss, my father, and everything else that occurred to me when I was younger. Now that he's back, its like I'm practically living in the past, except John and I aren't together. He's my boss, and I'm his assistant. I've been working with him for the following weeks, and he seemed to be OK , however I haven't talked to him one on one. You're probably wondering why? Well, Mr. Orton was always hanging around there. I never got a chance to say a lot to him, but I really don't mind. Changing the subject, the work John has given me wasn't hard at all. This man was disorganized and it did bother me. I haven't tried to fix it yet, because of Randy. I want John to pay full attention to the organization I do for him. That will happen today, for the first time, Randy won't be with us! His sister was having a baby, and he was the godfather! He went back home to St.Louis to help her with the delivery and see his godchild.
" Hey Baby." I heard a voice come from behind.. I formed a smile as he wrapped his arms around my waist.
" What's up?" I asked, he rested his head on my shoulder.
" Nothing really, about to get ready for my match." he sighed.
" I hope you win tonight.." I wished him luck. Jeff smiled as he stroked his short new purple hair.
" Thanks again for helping me with my hair." he thanked for the third time today. I helped him dye his hair an electric purple. I have some talent, in hair styling. It came out so good, and he couldn't get over it.
" Ok, babe you don't have to thank me every second." I laughed as I turned to face im.
" I know, but I'm happy that you're here to help me with this stuff." he continued. Aww, that's so sweet!
" Yeah, I'm happy I'm here too, spending time with my fiancee." I said proudly.
" Yeah, only two more months, and we're finally married." he continued. I can't believe I was going to get married in two months. The date was so close, and I had everything finished. Except for my dress, I still hadn't picked a wedding dress. It was difficult to pick one out! Now, I kind of have to. Maybe, I could get some of the divas to help me out? They have some hot fashion taste. Anyway, I still have to invite some of the WWE wrestlers, since they are good friends of mine now. The wedding was going to be spectacular! Although, none of my parents will be with me, its going to be the happiest day of my life. At least, that's what I believe.
I glanced at my watch and noticed it was 8:45. Oh god, I was supposed to be in John's lockeroom at 10:30! He probably wouldn't notice anway. I better get going, I have some things to do for this Champion.
" Jeff, I'll talk to you later." I told him. " I have to go work." I let go of his grip and grabbed my things.
" Fine, I'll see you soon then?" he assured me, while giving me a hug.
" Definiatly." I simply stated before giving him a peck on the lips. " Bye Hun."
" Later babe." he called out, as I shut the door behind me.
I walked down the corridor waving at the other workers. I stopped at the door where it read " John Cena." and knocked as usual.
" Come in!" I heard him shout. I entered the lockeroom, to find John with no shirt on, and his jean shorts. His body indeed got more ripped. I couldn't stop staring, it was as if my eyes were glued to the six pack abbs he held.
" You can stop staring at my body." he entered my mind. I looked up at his face, and saw the conceited smirk. I rolled my eyes and put my things on the table. I took out my Kiwi Strawberry Propel, and took a long ass sip.
" So its just You and I today." he began while putting his shirt on. Damn.
" Mhm. Since, Randy is off in St Louis." I replied intending to put the drink down, instead it fell on the ground. I leaned down to pick it up, and felt as if eyes were on me. I always knew when people were staring at me, its an instict of mine.
" Nice Jeans." he complimented, as I leant back up and put the drink on the table.
" Thank you." I smiled at him. He sat on a metal chair, and began to tie his shoes.
" You're ass has gotten bigger." he mumbled.
What the hell? Compliment or Insult. Either way, he shouldn't be talking about my ass.
" Excuse me?" I said with a smidge of attitude.
He chuckled and replied " Relax, it was a compliment. You have a nice ass."
My cheeks turned into a tint of pink, I tried my best to hide it. Instead, I looked around the room, and noticed a bunch of papers all jumbled up together.
" Why are you so messy?" I asked him curiously.
" Because I'm a guy, and we dont' care." he simply stated. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the papers and began to organize them.
" Geez Aubrey, you were never the organized kind. What's up with you now!" he commented, putting on his black hat.
" Yes I was, you just never knew it." I grinned finishing up the last bit of papers.
" I knew everything about you." he revealed to me.
Okay so he did know everything about me. It was not my fault we spent every waking moment together, when we were a couple. He learned many things about me, and I learned about him.
" Well, then I can say you were always the disorganized person." I told him.
" Yeah, the only thing organized were my video games and bed." he said, I let out a laugh and nodded.
" That's true, you always had those games in alphabetical order." I continued, remembering some things.
" At least I didn't have my hoodies in order by color." he shot that towards me.
" Hey, I had a lot of hoodies!"
" You had a whole collection of hoodies." he pointed out. " Do you still have the one I gave you?"
Ah, yes the hoodie he gave me when we had hung out. It was a cold night, and he had on his football hoodie. It said " Cena" and the number " 54" on the back. However, on the front of the hoodie, it said the name of his high school, in the right in cursive. He noticed my body shivering, and placed the hoodie on me. The hoodie was always kept with me since the day I left, and to this day. The black hoodie smelt just like him. I always slept in that hoodie, and cried most times as I remembered him. Once I began dating Jeff, I never wore it again. What no one knew was it was in my bag on the bottom.
" Yeah I do." I mumbled putting my head down.
" Good... it meant alot to me you know." he answered grabbing a water bottle.
" Do you want it back or something?" I remarked.
" What do you have it with you?"
Oh god, I wonder what he'll think if I tell him yes. Or how mean it is to tell him No. The honest truth is the best policy right? Its worth a try, don't cha think?
" Its in my bag, Its been with me for eight years John." I confessed looking back at him. His blue eyes engaged with mine, causing tension in the room.
" You never forgot about the things I've given you." his voice became lower and he came closer to me.
" N-no, I'm not that mean." I stuttered a bit. He nodded slowly and was now closer to my body. The height difference caused him to look down at me, and I tried my best not to make eye contact. I couldn't help myself, it was like he was intimidating me.
" Like you were ever the nice one." his voice was lower than before.
" What's that supposed to mean?" I asked confused about the last sentence he said.
" If you were so nice, than why did you leave without saying anything."
I shook my head, not believing he was bringing this up for the second time.
" I don't want to talk about it..."
" Why? I want an answer Aubrey!" he backed away a bit, and his voice got louder. I flinched nervously, and could feel the tears want to run down my cheeks. I didn't allow them to spill from my eyes. I'm a tough nut to crack, sometimes.
" John---" he interrupted my sentence, and added his opinion :
"Just fucking give me an answer! No more excuses. "
I let out a weary sigh and nodded. " Fine, you deserve the truth."
" Thank you!" he said in a calmer voice.
" Okay, the reason I left without saying anything is I did-"
" John lets go, your promo is up next!" the stage crew manager interuppted opening the door.
" Ok Jim, thanks." John grinned before taking his belt.
" We'll finish this later." he warned me, and in a blink of an eye he left through the doors.
I let out a sigh of relief, thanking god for the save! I was not prepared to give John the answer yet. I mean, if I do, it will bring back all these memories I don't want to relive again. For example, my mother's death, and how I ignored her most of the time. One time she called me, and said John wanted to come visit me in Princeton. I told her to tell him I was sick, and that it was very contagious. Every time he wanted to visit, a new excuse would appear. My ma was getting sick of it, and wasn't too thrilled with my actions. It was the price to pay for leaving your boyfriend wondering why his girlfriend left for college without telling him.
I sat back and took out my laptop. I began my article about the toughest divas, and the interview I had earlier with Beth Phoenix. Let me tell you, she's one tough chick. She scares the living hell out of me, her muscles are way bigger than mine, not to mention her ego! She was alright, but not someone I would associate myself with all the time. Another long article, and I can tell you it was going to be one of my best. It was going to be a pretty complicated night, I can tell you that.
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Smoke escaped my mouth, with another relaxing puff. It was my fourth cigarette of the day, it had been so stessful finishing up the article. Luckily, I finished it around 10:30. John hadn't shown up in a while, which was good. I didn't want to start up the conversation about the past again. I scrunched the last of the cigarette into the ash tray on the garbage, and went back into the arena.
As I walked toward the lockeroom again, I heard an annoying voice call me:
" New Girl!" she shouted. I turned around, and was met with the same red head I ran into my first night.
" Red Head what's up?" I asked her in with an attitude.
" Oh I was just wondering where you got that shirt, its so trashy." she insulted.
I smiled brightly, showing her I wasn't intimidated one bit. " Thanks, and you nailed the number ten of a scale judging the most sluttiest dressed."
She glared at me and scoffed " haha, that's funny, you better watch your mouth around here."
" What if I don't?" I told her as we stared each other down.
" Then you're going to end up in a serious problem with the most dominant diva in the WWE."
" Again, the most dominant diva holds the belt, you don't have that." I retorted folding my arms against my chest.
" I have little tempter for new girls who think they are the shit, I suggest you don't act like a wise ass, or else." she warned me.
" Or else what? What are you going to do? Give me a lap dance, better yet show me a stripper move." I shot at her.
" You little bitch!" she screamed! I felt a stinging slap to my face. Oh no she didn't! I held my face, and watched her walk away confidently.
She wasn't going to get away that easy. Wait till she sees me again. I walked back to John's lockeroom, and opened the door. There he was looking through my laptop.
I closed the door, and rubbed my cheek softly. He looked up at me and his jaw dropped :
" Who the hell slapped you?" he questioned.
" That red head bitch!" I exclaimed angrily pounding my opposite hand on the table.
" Her handprint is on your cheek." John told me. Great, a dirty girl's hand on my face.
" What are you doing with my laptop?" I said in an annoyed tone.
" Reading the article you made." he said concentraing on the screen. " its really good."
He shut the laptop, and put it on the otherside of the couch. I sat on the metal chair, and looked through my phone. Nothing new, except a miss call from Mickie. I haven't spoken with her in days. I wonder where she was, probably back at the hotel already. I laid my head back and closed my eyes.
" So since when have you began smoking?" John broke the silence in the room... again. I stared down at the cigarettes I was holding, and threw them to the table.
" Well, three years ago, when my mother died." I revealed.
" Oh, I'm sorry I didn't me-"
" Its okay..." I trailed off. " You know she always liked you."
" Yeah because I was the first guy you ever had ever gotten with."
I nodded my head, agreeing with that. " True.. she always hated that I never acted like a big girly girl."
I sat up and glanced at John. He was staring at me, and had just looked away.
" You were the type of girl who would wear Basketball shorts and a hoodie." he grinned at the memory.
" Yepp, and I was damn proud of that!" I beamed biting my bottom lip.
" You're mom always told me about how you were always sick, or studying." he mentioned. " it was always like that when I wanted to visit you."
He's going to start this again... Ugh, when is he going to stop with this. I can't take it anymore, its going to hurt explaining it.
" Mhm..." I moaned with frustration.
" Tell me, why you lied Aubrey." he demanded stomping his foot.
" Please John no." I disagreed pouting my lips.
" No, we didn't finish this earlier, and we're going to now." he reminded me anxiously.
" Joh-" I groaned with anger and exhaustion
" Aubrey!!" he shouted my name angrily. " explain now!"
I nodded scared at his small tantrum. here it goes, the second try for tonight.
" Okay, John I didn't tell you because it was too ha-"
" Hey guys!" to save the day, Jeff entered the room all perky!
I smiled brightly and gave him a huge hug. " Thank you so much!" I whispered.
" For what?" he asked me.
" Err, for being so nice, and winning your match." I partially lied.
" Oh OK. So John how's it going?" he continued changing the subject.
" Ehh same old, just tired. You're girl talks alot." he complained glaring at me.
" Doesn't she! I can't stand it most times!"
" Hey! enough about my flaws." I snapped at them.
" Sorry babe, we're going out for a bite right?" he assured me wrapping his arm over my shoulder.
I nodded my head with approval. " Sure, I'm starving."
" Okay then, John I'll speak to you tommorrow." Jeff concluded.
" Yeah, bye dude." he answered. " Bye Aubrey."
I looked down, and back at the dissapointed face he had. " See you later John."
" Lets go babe." Jeff told me. I grabbed all my things, and my fiancee and I left to get some food.
This was the second save of the day, I wonder how long it will take for the truth to spill out. I hope it takes a lifetime, for it to come out. I have this gut feeling that I'm going to spill the truth sooner or later. I hope way sooner. It was too hard, but on the bright side, we were talking normally. The tension was building up, and that questioned my mind a bit. I don't know right now, but my cranium was deeply confused, and it needed to be sorted out just like John's papers were.
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