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Chapter Thirty-Seven – What Do You Mean You Know?

~Present~

Angelina looks beside her when Savannah nudges her. She raises an eyebrow at the look the other woman is giving her. Had she missed something? "What?" Angelina asks.

"You look pale," Savannah answers. "You okay?"

Angelina nods. "Yeah, I'm fine." Is she though? Is she really okay? Yes, of course she is, because this is not the same thing. She turns her attention back to what's going on in the ring. "I'm good, Savannah, I promise." She is good. This is something completely different. She has nothing to worry about. She sees Savannah shift in her seat when music blasts through the arena.

"This is them," she says with a smile. She looks around the arena, causing Angelina to frown at her. "They come through the crowd. I just don't know where they're coming from."

Angelina nods. "That's why you're looking around like a crazy person?"

"Shut up." She points up behind them. "There they are."

Angelina turns and sees three men walking down the steps, each scowling as they continue down. As they get closer, Angelina gets a better look at the man in the middle. No, it can't be. This isn't possible. No, it's not him. She sucks in a deep breath as the three men jump over the barricade. It can't be him. As the man stops outside of the ring in front of where she's sitting, she knows the truth. She'd know that stance anywhere. The man glances between the other two men before they jump onto the apron.

Savannah leans over. "The one with the tattoo," she says softly. "That's Joe."

Angelina finally manages to look away to the man Savannah was gesturing toward. She smiles at Savannah. "No wonder you always want to jump him."

"Right?" Savannah smiles.

Angelina watches as the three men stand over John Cena and thrust their fists forward together. That's when he notices her. The look tells it all; he knows it's her. They climb out of the ring just in front of her and Savannah. Angelina watches him look at her once again before they start walking toward the ramp. She doesn't miss him glancing back one last time before they disappear into the back.

After the show ends, with Angelina having to see Jon again in a match, they stay in their seats. She looks over at Savannah. "So I'm not at all surprised by the fact that you went after the heels."

Savannah laughs softly. "You shouldn't be."

"So where do we go from here?"

"We're meeting them at Jon's. He was the shorter haired one. He lives here in Vegas. So we're heading there."

Angelina nods. "Must be nice living in Vegas."

Savannah smiles. "That's what I told him. His comeback was something along the lines of 'I'm never home anyways.' Which is a typical thing for him to say."

Angelina follows Savannah up the stairs of the apartment building. She's not sure how she feels about being face to face with Jon after all these years. Maybe it's what she needs though. Maybe she needs to see him. She frowns when Savannah unlocks the door. "You have a key?" she asks.

"No," Savannah answers. "It's his spare. He told me where he kept it so we could get in."

"Oh." She shakes her head for not realizing Savannah had grabbed the key. She closes the door behind her and looks around the apartment. It's definitely not what she expected. There isn't much here. "How long has he lived here?"

"I don't know for sure." Savannah slips out of her shoes. "Six months or so. Not much here. He says he doesn't need much. It's just him and he's on the road a lot."

"I guess I can understand that." She isn't too surprised at seeing the all too familiar couch against the wall. What she is surprised by is the quilt that's balled up on the arm. It was the quilt of her shirts that she had made him.

Jon stands over Cena and thrusts his fist forward. As he looks at some of the fans in the crowd, someone catches his eye. He nearly breaks character but manages to stop himself and looks away. Could it really be her? He hops down out of the ring; and of course it had to be in front of her. He glances over at her before following the others around to head to the back. No, there's no way it's her. He touches his taped wrist as he glances back one last time before he walks into the back. The next thing he knows is he's running into the Joe's back.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Joe asks.

Jon sighs. "Nothing, sorry." He rubs the back of his neck. "Sorry."

Joe frowns at him. "What's up, man?"

Jon shakes his head. "I'm fine. Really."

"Okay."

It's nearly an hour later when they're finally heading out to the car. Jon climbs in behind the wheel. "So what's going on?" he asks when Joe slides into the passenger seat.

"We're heading back to your place. They're there already. I can almost guarantee that they're dancing or singing karaoke."

Jon laughs softly as he pulls out of the lot. "And this is her best friend?"

"Yeah. They met I wanna say four years ago. Something like that. Been inseparable ever since."

"Are we ordering food?"

"No. They're cooking."

Jon follows Joe up the stairs to his apartment. "They were cooking to have it ready soon, right?" he asks. "I'm fucking starving."

Joe snorts as he opens the apartment door. "Should be ready soon."

Jon closes the door behind him. "Smells good." He looks over to the kitchen to see the two girls dancing around the room. He sucks in a deep breath at the familiar movement of the one. There's no denying it now. He follows Joe into the kitchen.

"Hey!" Savannah exclaims before jumping into Joe's arms.

Jon shoves his hands into his pockets as he looks at Angelina. She hasn't changed much; though he does notice the weight that she's lost. If he could, he would tell her that she lost too much. But he doesn't have that right. Besides, he couldn't be sure about the reasoning behind the loss. Now he has to figure out if she's going to admit she knows him.

"Okay, so introductions. This is my boyfriend, Joe Anoa'i." Savannah beams up at him before point to Jon. "And that's…"

"Jon Good," Angelina finishes. "I know."

Savannah frowns. "What do you mean you know?"

Jon watches Angelina lift her arm up revealing his name on her wrist. He clears his throat as he pulls his hand out of his pocket and shows Savannah his tattoo. "Hi, Angie."

Angelina licks her lips nervously. "Hi."

"Wait, back up. This is…?" She points to Jon before turning and pointing to Angelina. "…and this is?"

Angelina nods. "Yeah."

"That's why you got the funny look on your face when they came down," Savannah says getting Angelina's nod.

"And that's why you were distracted on the way to the back?" Joe asks.

Jon nods. "Yeah." He shrugs.

"Wow," Savannah says. "I didn't realize."

"You couldn't have. At least not from my end."

"Same with me," Angelina says.

Joe squeezes Jon's shoulder. "We'll grab drinks and head out to the balcony."

Jon sits down once they get out to the balcony. He reaches over and grabs his cigarettes from under the table. He'd been doing so well with not smoking, but he needs it right now. He looks at Joe who smiles sadly at him.

"You okay?" Joe asks.

Jon shrugs. "Just never expected to see her again. Especially with Savannah." He lights his cigarette. "She lost weight."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"I don't know." He shrugs again. "I guess it would depend on the reasoning. She just looks too skinny to me."

"You'll have to show me pictures from when you two were together, if you have any."

"Yeah, they're in my closet."

"Is she the one who many the quilt?"

Jon nods. "Yeah. She made one for herself too with my shirts. Don't know if she kept it or not." He looks over when they hear the door open to see Savannah step out with a tray of food. He isn't surprised to see Joe stand immediately and help her.

"Jon, can you go help Angelina?"

"Yeah." He puts his cigarette out before standing up and heading inside. He sees Angelina putting things on another tray. "I was told to come help you."

Angelina looks over and smiles. "I really didn't need help," she says. "But it doesn't surprise me that she sent you in here."

"Yeah, figured you didn't. But I wasn't arguing with her. So let me do something so she doesn't push me off the balcony."

"Well, I don't think she would do that."

"You never know." He leans against the counter as he watches her move over to the cutting board. "Did you know it was me?"

"Not until you were walking down the steps. She said your name, but only Jon. Pretty common name."

He nods. "Yeah, at least you got a name. I got Savannah and her best friend." He licks his lips as he continues to watch her. When she moves back over to the tray, he lets out a soft breath. "So do I get to ask about the weight loss?"

She looks at him. "What about it?"

"Come on, Angie. You're thinner than you were when we were together. Don't get me wrong, you're still gorgeous, but what happened?"

She lets out a soft breath. "I went through a rough time after I left. It wasn't an easy decision to leave, Jon. I loved you. It wasn't like we were just fooling around or hadn't been together long. We were together for three years. I um… had my demons and dealt with them in the wrong ways."

"Meaning what?"

"Meaning there would be days that I wouldn't eat. The days I did eat my mom had to force me to."

"So you were starving yourself?"

"Yeah." She looks at Jon. "We should get out there."

"Yeah, okay." He grabs the tray. "You're okay now though, right? I mean with the eating thing?"

"For the most part."

Once they get outside, Jon sets the tray on the table. He watches as Angelina steps past him to sit in the other empty seat. He sits down beside her and grabs his cigarette. He hates himself for letting himself pick it up once again, but he needs… no, he wants to finish it. He shouldn't want it, but he can't help himself right now.

"So, I still think we should do the thing we did at group," Savannah says.

Angelina wrinkles her nose. "Okay."

"What thing?" Jon asks.

"In group we did this thing where a card was drawn and whatever the question was everyone had to answer. Just a fun way of learning more about each other. Of course, Angelina and I added in some questions that weren't in the ones with group."

Jon frowns. "What kind of questions?"

"Anything really."

"I'm game," Joe says.

"Yeah, okay," Jon finally says. He's not sure what to expect from this. He can only imagine how personal the question will be and wouldn't be surprised if he had to answer some about Angelina.