WARNING: This chapter contains strong language, so if you aren't comfortable with it I suggest you skip it.

Taby opened her eyes to the dull shine that was coming through the curtains of the hotel room she and Becca were sharing and rolled on her side to see the still sleeping Becca on the second queen bed next to her. Although they had both had a late night, Taby still wanted to wake up early to keep the promise she made to John. Yesterday before John went out he had briefly mentioned to her that there was this big important thing he needed to tell her as soon as possible. He said that he would see her early in the morning and tell her then.

Now it was early morning and Taby couldn't wait to see him. She decided last night when she called him and left him a voicemail that today would be the day that she told him the truth. She would just come right out and say it…she was in love with John and she wanted him to finally know. She smiled to herself as she got out of bed, thinking of how perfect this day would be for her…but she also couldn't help but be a little sad for Becca too. Today and the rest of her days to come will probably be so horrible for her…what with Jeff being pissed at her and with her being hurt and angry with Randy.

After Taby had gotten out of the bathroom last night she came into the room to find Becca crying as she finished watching out the rest of the movie. Taby had asked her what happened and Becca told her everything that Jeff had said and how he reacted. Taby didn't know what else to do for her friend except to hold her in her arms until she fell asleep. She somehow managed to get Becca in her bed and soon after fell asleep herself.

Taby quickly showered and didn't bother getting anything to eat. She just got dressed and figured that she and John would go for breakfast or something. She finished getting dressed and walked out of the door and headed to John's room. She smiled when she reached his door and thought about how peaceful he looked when he slept. She figured that she wouldn't wake him and reached in her back pocket to grab the extra key card for his room that he had given her. She slid the card into the lock and heard a click as it opened. She thought about how happy he would be to wake up to a good morning kiss after drinking and being out all night with guys.

She pushed the door open and didn't realize how loud she had said, "Oh my God!" But it must have been pretty loud because it woke John and that fucking blond bimbo who was in bed with him. What was even worse than seeing him in a bed with her was knowing that they were both naked under the sheets and the knowledge of what they had done the previous night.

John realized who had spoken and his eyes looked like they were going to roll onto the floor. He looked from the slut in his bed to Taby and then he got out of the bed and advanced towards her.

"Don't you dare come any fucking closer to me!" She yelled at him.

John stopped where he was because it was pretty damn obvious how serious she was. He looked down for his boxers and found them right by his feet and slipped them on.

"Tab—"

"Is this the big fucking news you needed to tell me, John? Because let me fucking tell you that this is more than important news! This is the fucking end of anything we ever had!" She seethed bitterly.

"I can—"

"Explain? Don't you fucking dare think of telling me that you can explain to me what I'm seeing! I'm not fucking blind, John! It's pretty clear as fucking day that you fucked this whore last night! But what I want to fucking know is why in the hell you asked me to come over here this morning!?"

"I didn't exactly say that you had to come over…I said—"

Taby laughed in a loud crack and repeated his words. "You didn't exactly say to come over…wow, John. Just…wow! You think that fucking justifies what you did!? God you are one stupid fuck, ya know that!"

"I'm so—"

"Sorry? Were you going to fucking just tell me that you are sorry? Are you fucking kidding me? Do you honestly think that telling me that you are fucking sorry is going to change the fucking fact that you fucking cheated on me?"

Taby stared at him with an angry fire burning in the center of her eyes and took a deep breath. Man what a way to start the day, huh? As they stood there staring at each other, the bitch in his bed made the stupidest choice of her life…attempting to talk to Taby. She got out of bed and threw on John's large t-shirt.

"Look—"

Taby's death glare shifted over to her and she could've sworn the little twit shit herself by the fear in her eyes when Taby met her stare.

"Oh hell no…I know that Barbie over here is not trying to fucking talk to me! I swear I will knock you out if you so much as breathe the same air as me!"

John smirked when Taby said that and she looked at him which cut the smirk right out of his features.

"Taby, please…can we talk about this?"

"We? Let me tell you something about 'we'. There is no 'we' anymore. It's just you and me and from now on that's how it'll be so you better fucking get used to it. And as for you and I talking about what you call 'this'…no. There is no way in fucking hell that I am going to calmly talk to you about you screwing around. If you wanna talk to someone about your fucking sexcapades go to Randy. I'm sure he'd be more interested than me."

"Would you just listen to me!?"

"John, the moment you and her walked into your room together is the same exact moment you lost your right to even ask me that question. I really don't need this in my life…and I don't really need—"

"Taby, I love you! Please just listen to me. I love you and I know you don't mean what you were about to say."

"You." She finished simply.

"You don't mean that."

"Yeah please don't attempt to even talk about the meaning of words right now, with me. If you really fucking loved me, John, you wouldn't have fucked around."

"But I do love you!"

"You know I don't even know why I'm so mad. I should really be thanking you right now."

John gave her a confused look. "You should be—?"

"Yes. I said I should be thanking you."

"Ah, why?"

"Because of you asking me to come here today, you did me the justice of finding out the true you…you just saved me in a way."

"I, ah…I what?"

"You saved me, John…saved me from making the biggest mistake of my life. By showing me the true you, it helped me realize that I would have ruined my life by living it thinking that I actually loved you."

"Tab—"

"Thank you so much for saving me from thinking that I actually wanted to spend the rest of my life with a dog! A lying, cheating, asshole. A dumb fuck who would break my heart. Thank you John."

John stared at Taby and the unexpected came next…tears? Oh my Lord there was tears in John Cena's eyes. Before Taby broke down herself, she decided it was time to go, but John spoke before she got a chance to say she was leaving.

He looked at the blond when he spoke. "You need to leave."

Taby held her hand up to stop her. "No. You stay. It's not my place to be here…I'm leaving."

And with that last bit having been said Taby turned her back to leave with out taking another look at John.

Randy woke up to someone sticking a jackknife to his head…oh wait...no…that was just a hangover.

'What I would give for it to actually be a jackknife…' He thought dully.

"Man, I feel like shit!" He croaked to himself and rolled onto his side to check the time…6:48.

"God, I am never drinking again!" He croaked again and attempted to sit up. "Who the hell gets up at six in the morning after drinking all night?" He asked himself. And then realized the time.

"OH FUCK! I better get my ass to John's!"

Randy mustered up all the strength that was left in his body and threw on his clothes and ran out the door straight for John's room. The second he got there he saw Lexi exiting his room dressed in last night's outfit. He side-stepped her and shut the door. Once he was inside John's room he noticed him sitting on the bed in his boxers.

"It's a good thing you got rid of the evidence before Taby noticed anything." Randy said as he sat down on one of the couches.

John looked up at Randy and Randy's eyes got wide when he saw John's face.

"Dude, have you, ah, have you been crying?"

John looked back down at the floor. "I just made the biggest mistake of my life. And…and there's no chance of fixing it."

"Of course you can fix—"

John looked at Randy. "She saw everything! She came in this morning and saw...and now…Randy, it's really over."

"Don't say that…"

"It's true. She made it perfectly clear. There is no changing her mind."

"You haven't tried—"

"Dude, its Taby."

"Right. That girl's dead set in her ways. So, what now?"

"Now? I guess…well I really don't know. I really love her, but there's no chance of us ever being an 'us' again. It's really…Man, its over."

"I'm sorry…I tried to call you, but…"

"You had my phone."

"Yeah. Here." Randy took the phone out of his pocket and handed it to John.

"I have a voicemail?"

"Probably from Taby. She called last night."

Randy sat there watching John stare at his phone. "Um…aren't you going to listen to it?" He asked.

John looked at him. "What for? There's no point."

"Just listen to it."

"I think I'll pass. I really don't think that I could handle hearing her voice right now."

"Why not?"

"You really want me to answer that?"

"It's just a voicemail, John."

"No, Randy it's not. It's Taby. And if I listen to that damn thing and hear her voice…well let's just say that I'm not a chick, ok? Crying is not something I'm too fond of."

Randy mentally kicked himself. Duh Randy! What the fuck were you thinking asking stupid questions?! As they sat there in the uncomfortable silence, Randy thought about Becca. Weird as it was at a moment like this…she managed to seep into his thoughts. Seeing John like this just reminded him of his own misery…except in Randy's case he didn't cheat. All that happened was a one-sided kiss from a woman who was freaking nuts!

As the silence stretched out, Randy couldn't take it anymore. He decided to let John be alone cause he knew that's probably what he needed right now. Randy got up from the couch.

"John, I'm really sorry." He said sadly for his friend.

"You know. Taby was right."

"Huh?"

"Sorry really doesn't change anything that happened."

Randy didn't know what else to say, so he just said goodbye and walked out the door. Standing in the hallway alone was really awkward, so Randy headed back to his room. On his way there he had a thought and decided to make a detour and found himself walking to Becca and Taby's room. When he got there he hesitated before actually knocking on the door. He knew it was early, but he just couldn't stand it any longer. He needed to talk to Becca now…whether she wanted to or not.

When the door opened, Randy was greeted by a numb-looking Taby. She just looked so lost…until she realized who was at her door.

"Just perfect." She said sarcastically. "Just what I need…another asshole this fucking early in the morning."

"Wow, do you always swear this early in the morning?" He asked amused.

"What the hell do you want, Randy?"

"Is Becca up?"

"That's a really stupid fucking question. Does it look like she's up?"

"I don't know. That's why I'm asking you."

Taby rolled her eyes. "No, Randy, she's not up."

When he didn't leave she got really annoyed. "Besides did you honestly think that even if she was up that she would want to see your sorry ass?"

"She got it all wrong."

"Oh really?" Taby said not impressed. "So, amuse me Randy. Tell me how you didn't kiss another woman in front of her."

"It was a wrong-place-wrong-time kind of deal. I swear. Sam—"

"Say that fucking name around me one more time, Randy. I dare you." She said glaring at him.

"Ah…ok. Well, she barged in when Becca was in the bathroom…and then threw herself at me."

Taby laughed. "It's so God-Damned amazing how you still think that all women want to do is fucking throw themselves at you."

"But it's true! She did and Becca saw that poor excuse of a kiss and then left. I had no time to explain…I kicked S—I mean I kicked her out of the locker room as soon as Becca left. You have to believe that I would never hurt Becca."

"But, Randy…you did hurt her. So, please just leave before—"

Unaware to Taby and Randy Becca was waking up and before Taby could finish telling him to leave she came to the door.

"Oh please tell me that's room—Ah, Randy?" She said when she reached the door.

Taby looked at Becca and then at Randy. "Um he was just leaving."

"Oh." She said quietly.

"Wait, Becca I wanted—"

"Goodbye Randy." Taby urged and then shut the door on his face.

Taby looked at Becca. "I'm sorry, Hun. Did I wake you up?"

"Um, no, but why was Randy here?"

"Cuz like all fucking men he wanted to explain away with some shitty excuse for why he did what he did."

Becca raised her eyebrow at Taby. "Since when are you all bitter about men? I mean I know they suck…but—"

"But nothing. They all suck. Men can go fuck themselves for all I care."

"Wow. Is, ah…is everything ok?"

Taby sighed and decided to get it over with and tell Becca what happened. When she was finished she almost had the urge to cry for how sad it all was…almost. No fucking guy was worth crying over and Taby promised herself she would never get hurt by one…and that if she ever did that he wasn't worth the tears. And John was no different from any other man…he just wasn't worth her tears.

"Oh, Taby…I…I don't know what to say…" Becca said sadly. "I mean is there something I can do? I mean I know there isn't anything I can…I just…I'm sorry."

"What for? I'm not sad and I don't want you to be either."

"You're taking this awfully well."

"There is no point in being sad over something that isn't fixable. I'm just ready to move on and forget."

"I wish I was more like you."

Taby smiled. "Two of me? I don't think the world could handle it."

Becca laughed. "True. So, what now?"

"Now? Now we shower and get dressed so we can go out for breakfast."

"Sounds good to me! I'm starving!"

Rachael woke up to the sound of her phone ringing and got up from the couch to answer it. She glanced at the clock and saw how early it was and groaned.

"No sane person should ever be up this early." She said to herself. "Hello?"

Silence.

"Hello? Who is this?"

More silence…followed by a click.

Rachael stood there staring at the phone. God Damn it! She just should've said yes to her parents when they asked if she wanted them home! But nooooooo….she had to be too fucking stubborn and mad at the whole damn world to want her parents home right now. And just great! As her luck would have it, now she has some fucking psycho calling and not saying anything! Before her mind could rant any longer, though, another call came soon after she hang up. She grabbed the phone and answered it.

"Listen you fucker! Stop calling here!" She yelled into the phone.

"Rachael? Who the hell are you talking to?" Randy asked on the other end.

"R-randy?"

"Duh, who did you think it was?"

"Uh, no one. Just no one. Why are you calling?" She asked nonchalantly.

Now realizing that she was mad at him for butting into her business. The mystery caller had her all freaked out, but as she slowly calmed herself she willed her voice to sound angry with Randy when in reality she wouldn't mind him being with her right now.

"To make sure you're ok, but by the sound of it you aren't. What's wrong and why did you answer the phone like that?"

"It's nothing. And why are you calling the home phone anyway?"

"Because you didn't answer your cell."

"Of course I didn't freaking answer my cell Randy! It's seven-thirty in the morning!"

"I just wanted to make sure you're safe. I called to see how you were last night, but your cell was off and—"

"Well, I'm fine, ok? So goodbye!"

"But Rach—"

"Bye Randy."

"Fine, bye…but I will call you later."

"Whatever. Bye." She said and hung the phone up.

After she got off the phone she couldn't go back to sleep so she decided to take a shower and have some breakfast.

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