Chapter 11 Another shock for the tomboy

The morning seemed to roll real fast, much to Katie's dismay. The divas helped with packing all her stuff. They already had their own things ready and were crowded in the West Newbury native's room, some sitting on her bed like Candice, Melina and Christy while the others like Trish and Lita helped. Torrie had gone to pack her own stuff while Maria had went to talk to someone on the phone.

"So tell me how did the meeting go with your idol?" inquired Christy with a amiable smile.

"Great. Better than I expected" muttered the brown headed newcomer in a sarcastic tone, her back turned towards her.

Christ threw a curious glance at the red-head sitting next to her. Lita sighed. "Well apparently, fate has a way of working things out itself in just a fraction of a second" she said, snapping her fingers as she did.

"Well, what happened?" asked Nitro's girl curiously.

"After Shawn asked her where she was from, he and Hunter shared a somewhat strange laugh before finally saying….." she took a deep breath and puffed out her chest "You and the Champ could make good friends" she said in her best impersonation of a deep masculine voice. The four girls' eyebrows shot straight up simultaneously whilst Katie just sighed.

"You know, things could get worse" broke in the Canadian bombshell in a matter-of-factly tone. "She could be sitting next to him in the plane in our flight to Philadelphia."

Katie's brown head immediately snapped up, wearing a beyond horrified look. Lita smacked the Canadian native right across the arm. Trish raised her hands in self-defense. "What?" she protested. "It could happen you know."

"Well, I sure hope and pray to god it doesn't" said Katie, finally finding her voice.

Poor Katie, if only she knew that she would be in for an unpleasant surprise in just a matter of few hours.

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After 3 hours

A variety of suitcases, handbags and other necessary luggage was piled near the entrance of the backstage, forming a small hill. The superstars and divas were lazing about in the lounge area. Except for a few people who were yet to come, they were waiting for the boss himself, Vince McMahon to arrive. John and the rest of the gang were slumped on the red couches of the lounge in a lazy manner. Just then, the Heartbreak kid Shawn Michaels walked down the stairs, handing over his luggage to a fellow guard. He then proceeded to join his group over by the lounge.

He sighed as he sat back on the leather seat and leaned his head back, closing his eyes in the process. So was the case for some of the others, excluding Jeff and Edge who were going through Playboy magazines.

Suddenly, Shawn perked up. "Yo Cena" he said, in his best black guy voice, staring at the Champ who didn't even bother to look up, his cap low over his eyes "I just happened to meet another West Newbury Native." Just when he finished saying this, the Chain Gang soldier slowly straightened his slouched posture to a normal position. His eyes were fixed on Mr. Wrestlemania.

"Really?" he asked, not really believing his words.

"Yup. And just your luck. She's a woman."

John arched an eyebrow "Seriously?"

Shawn nodded and smiled "I told her you two could be good friends."

"Well, what's her name?" he inquired, obviously curious to know a person from his own hometown.

Just when he could reply, in strode the Chairman himself, Mr. McMahon. He boomed in his loud, raspy voice "Good afternoon everybody. Your flight will take off at 4 pm sharp which gives you exactly an hour to leave the hotel. You might be wondering why I am here. I am here because my daughter who is also the General Manager of Raw, Stephanie is down with a terrible flu." The guys groaned at this. "So she won't be appearing on this week's Raw."

"However Jonathan Coachman will take charge" He gazed at the devilish grins around him. "For one night only" he added sternly. "So mind you people behave with him." Saying this, he strode off to his office for some last minute paper work. However, the superstars and divas were cleared to leave now.

The rest of the missing people had joined them, including Katie who came downstairs with Torrie and Lita. She caught sight of John in the lounge from the stairs itself and much worse, Shawn was right behind him. She quickly slipped behind Torrie's tall frame, hoping to hide herself in case they looked up.

Fortunately, they didn't and all the divas had made up their minds to help Katie avoid John as much as possible. Although some of them thought the idea of hating John was completely ridiculous, it was clear Katie didn't want to face him anyway. And though they knew their cover-ups would not stay for long, currently Katie was absolutely in no state of mind to face a man who was her worst enemy and had tried to flirt with her the previous night before giving her the shock of her life.

Katie made sure she was hidden amongst the group of divas as they moved out to the parking lot to get into their respective buses, their luggage all packed in trailers. Her eyes remained fixed on the back of the brown head, wearing a baseball cap as he moved to a silver colored bus, the strap of his nike bag slung over his shoulder. No way am I gonna get into that bus, she thought to herself as she stared at the silver bus.

Fortunately for her, the bus was loaded with people in a few minutes and she was still standing in the parking area. Some divas had hopped on board too but luckily, Torrie, Trish and Lita stayed back with the West Newbury native. The bus then swayed away from the parking area. Katie heaved a sigh of relief when she caught sight of the Heartbreak kid heading off to another navy blue bus. At least he isn't with John she smiled happily. Then the 4 divas followed the others to their own bus.

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"You want anything Katie?" asked the red-head, staring at the new diva seated in the waiting lounge, her eyes fixed somewhere else. "No, I am fine" came the quiet reply. The red-head followed her gaze, knowing quite well who she was staring at. Sure enough, there he was, clad in all his jersey-camo shorts glory, texting away on his phone. Lita just shook her head with a smile and walked away.

"Hey Cena" said the Legend Killer as he slipped into the seat next to his best friend. They both slapped high fives. 'Where were you Randal?" asked the blue-eyed Champ. "Nothing, just went over to talk to Tor" he replied with a smile.

"Found a new love interest huh?"

The Viper scowled at his best friend "She just happens to be in touch with Stacy. Thought I should ask her about her."

John tsked tsked to himself and muttered "Lover boy is missing someone" before he went back to his phone. Randy simply rolled his eyes. All the time, John was unaware of the fact that someone just couldn't keep her eyes off him.

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Fortunately, Shawn seemed to have forgotten about the incomplete story he was relating to the Champ. However, all John could think of was that "someone" who also happened to be a West Newbury native. This month, there were many new workers employed by the WWE, female workers too. So the thought that she could be a diva never struck the curious wrestler. He didn't know that the weird chick he had encountered the previous night was actually that "someone" along with a whole lot of things.

Finally, they were called for boarding their plane. The divas stayed way behind all the wrestlers, lest they should be stuck infront of the Champ. They waited till the wrestlers showed their tickets and other necessary stuff before finally joining the queue. Katie was so glad she had got such a supportive crew to watch her back, in hardly a day. She grinned to herself, never knowing the utter shock she was in for.

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"Sweet, you've got a seat next to the window" grinned Melina at Candice as they slipped into their respective seats next to each other. "I know. By the way, where's Katie?" She's up there in front in row 25. She's next to the window too."

"How 'bout John?"

Melina shrugged. "I haven't the faintest idea. Let's just hope he's in row 40 or something." Little did she know just how wrong she was.

Katie adjusted her hand bag underneath her seat, not wanting to hold the thing in her arms the entire flight. So far, no one had slipped into her neighboring seat and she felt that finally, luck had shifted to her side. She had seen John sitting way up in front and she finally felt at peace. Just as his image could drift away from her mind, she caught the unmistakable sight of a baseball cap move towards her row from above the long line of seats. Feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline in her veins, she shut her eyes, her fingers crossed.

A couple of seconds later, which felt like an hour for the diva, she felt her neighboring seat move back a little, indicating a newcomer's presence. She was still too afraid to open her eyes. Until she finally heard his familiar husky voice.

"Do you always close your eyes when I am around?"