And again, the italicized lettering is Cena's thoughts. The underlined is Trish's thoughts.
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Chapter 37: Guilt
The next day, John is feeling extremely guilty about what he's done to Trish.
Why can't I just forget about it?
He shakes his head.
I gotta make it up to her.
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It's now approximately 7 at night. John knocks on Trish's hotel room door. She answers and smiles upon seeing him.
Trish: Hey John. (She gives him a quick kiss.)
Trish: Come on in. (She steps aside and he goes in.)
Trish: What's up?
Tell her what you did.
John: I got something for you.
Nice one.
Trish: You did?
John: Yea. Close your eyes. (Trish closes them.)
Trish: What did you get me?
John: You'll see. No peeking. (He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a jewelry box and walks behind her. He pulls out a necklace and puts it on her.)
John: Come on. (He grabs her hand and guides her to the bathroom.)
John: No peeking.
Trish: Where are you...
John: OK, now open. (She opens her eyes and stares into the mirror John positioned her in front of. Her breathe gets taken away from the sight. Hanging from her neck is an all gold chain with two hearts, with "Trish" engraved in one heart and "John" engraved on the other. Trish's jaw drops in awe.)
Trish: Oh my God... (She turns around and faces him.)
Trish: John, it's beautiful. (He smiles and she kisses him. She puts her hands around his waist and backs up slowly as she keeps kissing him and gets on the bed. He kisses her right back and lays down on top of her. Trish slides her hands up and puts them around his neck. He bends down and kisses her neck and slides his hands up her waist, onto her chest. Trish cracks a small grin. She pushes him off of her and rolls over on top of him. She sits on top of his lap and looks at him. She pulls up on his shirt and slides it off. She lays down on top of him and starts kissing his chest. She goes down and unfastens his belt. She smiles up at him then pulls his pants down and grabs him and starts going to work with her hands, trying to get him warmed up. After a moment, he still hasn't gotten hard. She looks at him, confused, then goes harder expecting a change.)
... I can't do this...
All of a sudden he pushes her off of him and she falls on her side next to him on the bed. She looks at him confused as he jumps out of bed.
Trish: What is it?
John: I can't do this. I'm sorry. (He pulls his pants back up.)
Trish: John? (He paces back and forth a tiny bit.)
Damn it... Why couldn't I get hard? She's sexy as hell and I'm acting like a bitch.
Trish: John, look at me. (He stops pacing and looks at her.)
Trish: What's wrong?
Tell her the truth.
John: I don't know.
Nice job dumbass.
Trish: Is it what I said before about only wanting sex? Because I told you I didn't mean...
John: It's not that.
Trish: Well is it because we wanted to take things slow?
John: No. (Trish looks at him hurt.)
Why doesn't he want me?
Trish: Are you bored with me?
John: What? No, Trish. Of course not.
Trish: It's OK if you are. Just tell me and...
John: No, I'm not bored with you. How could I ever get bored with you? (Trish looks at him hurt.)
Trish: So what is it then? (John looks at her feeling extremely bad. He can see the hurt on her face.)
Why do things always have to be so complicated?
He looks at her trying to search for words. She shakes her head slightly, trying to figure it out herself.
John: I got something to tell you.
Trish: What?
John: Me and Melina... (The words catch in his throat.)
John: We um... (He clears his throat.)
Trish: What John? (He stares at her and takes a deep breathe.)
Here goes nothing...
John: We... She helped me pick that necklace out. (John wanted to tell Trish so bad about him and Melina, but he just couldn't. Trish shrugs.)
Trish: OK, thanks. But that still doesn't explain why your acting weird. (John nods.)
Trish: John, if something's bothering you, I'll talk to you about it. I'm not gonna judge you.
You say that now. If only you knew...
John: Nothing's bothering me. (Trish nods like she understands.)
Trish: So it's just me then.
John: What are you talking about?
Trish: I'm talking about this. Before you couldn't keep your hands off me, and now you won't even touch me. I can't even get you hard. Is it me? Or... (John sits next to her on the bed and holds her hand.)
John: No, Trish. It's not you. It's not you at all. It's me. (She rolls her eyes.)
Trish: Great. That whole "it's not you, it's me" gag. Like I haven't heard that before.
John: Trish, I swear it's not you. You don't know how bad I wanna just tear your clothes off and do things with you, but I just have a lot on my mind right now.
Trish: So much that you don't even have time for me?
John: No, that's not it.
Trish: You've been acting weird as Hell ever since we got back together. You didn't do anything in that time frame apart did you? Because if you did, we can talk it out. I just don't wanna...
Yes, I did something.
John: I didn't do anything Trish. (She looks at him, and believes him.)
Trish: Alright, I believe you. (This makes him feel twice as bad.)
How can I lie right to her face?
Trish: So what now? (He shrugs.)
John: I don't know.
Trish: Me either. (He glances over at her and sees she's looking down kind of sad.)
I just wanna make her happy...
John: You still in the mood? (She looks up at him.)
Trish: It doesn't matter because you don't want to...
John: I wanna, if you wanna. (Trish smiles.)
Trish: Well then on second thought... (She starts kissing him again. He kisses her back and she climbs on his lap. He puts his hands on her waist and keeps kissing her. She slides her hands in his pants and starts rubbing him, trying to get him hard again. After a little while, she realizes that he's not going to. She stops kissing him and gives him a dead face.)
Trish: Are you fucking serious John? (She gets off his lap.)
Trish: What's your problem? (John opens his mouth to talk but she stands up and picks up his shirt from the floor and walks to the door.)
Trish: Bye John. (He narrows his eyes.)
John: Are you serious?
Trish: Yes, I'm serious. (John looks down, as his heart fills with sadness.)
John: Trish?
Trish: What John? What? What do you expect me to do? I'm trying to be intimate with you and you won't even get hard. Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? (John nods.)
John: It's not your fault. It's mine.
Trish: Well when you get yourself settled out, let me know. (She opens the door.)
John: Trish? (His heart drops.)
John: Come on. If you knew why...
Trish: So then tell me so I can understand. I don't wanna fight with you John. (He thinks about it.)
John: I can't.
Trish: Then call me when you can. (John looks at her hurt, but he understands why she's upset. He nods.)
John: Sorry Trish. (He leaves. She throws his shirt at him and it hits him in the face. She closes the door behind him. He feels even worse. Not only did he cheat, but it was with her best friend. And to add insult to injury, he lied right to her face and got all of her best friends to lie along with him. And now he can't even have sex with her, making things even worse because she thinks he's not attracted to her anymore. That was far from the truth. He wanted to have sex with her, but he was too distracted and felt too guilty.)
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The next morning, he picks up his cell phone and dials a number. Someone on the other end answers.
John: It's John... Yea. Hey, meet me outside the mall in 20 minutes... Just because. I gotta talk to you... Bye. (He hangs up a bit frustrated. 20 minutes later, he steps out of his car and walks to the entrance of the mall and looks around.)
John: Where is she? (He looks down at his watch just as someone taps him on his shoulder. He turns around and looks at Melina.)
Melina: What'd you want?
John: Nice way to greet people. I feel bad for the guy who has to deal with that.
Melina: Well, you did and survived. (John sighs.)
John: OK, next conversation. We gotta talk.
Melina: Again?
John: Yes, again.
Melina: About what?
John: About Santa Claus. What the Hell do you think? (Melina looks around then leans in closer to him and whispers.)
Melina: I thought we agreed to take this to the grave?
John: Yea, but...
Melina: Torrie and Candice already know. Who else do you want knowing? (John hesitates.)
John: … Trish. (Melina shakes her head no.)
Melina: Uh-uh. No. (She turns to walk away. John follows her.)
John: Melina, we have to...
Melina: We? No, I don't have to do anything. (She stops in front of a claw machine where the big claw reaches down to grab stuffed animals. Melina looks at it and sees a Dora The Explorer she wants. She sticks a dollar in, giving her two tries.)
John: Don't you feel the slightest bit bad?
Melina: Slightest? No. I feel really bad. (She presses the center button and the claw drops, grabs Dora's head, and drops it back down. Melina sucks between her teeth. The claw resets itself and Melina prepares to retry.)
John: So why don't you want me telling her then? (Melina moves the joystick over to try getting Dora again.)
Melina: Unless you pay for my flight out of the country, I say hell no. (The claw drops, and fails at getting Dora again.)
Melina: Damn it. (Melina reaches in her pocket and gets out another dollar. She sticks it in the machine.)
John: But I feel bad. Do you even have any idea how bad this is? (Melina looks at the Dora, then back at the claw. She moves the claw and it dangles over Dora.)
Melina: Yes I do. I'm not retarded John. I know what's going on. (She drops the claw and it fails again. She's beginning to get more frustrated.)
John: Apparently you don't. I not only cheated, but it was with you, her best friend. On top of that, we convinced two of her other best friends to lie along with us. And now she thinks I don't like her no more or something. (Melina glances at him.)
Melina: Why? What'd you do? (She realigns the claw and Dora.)
John: It's what I didn't do. (Right as Melina presses the center button again, she jerks her head to look at John.)
Melina: You couldn't...
John: No. (Melina looks shocked.)
Melina: Na-uh. Seriously? (John nods.)
Melina: Well, I would think the same thing then. (She looks back at the machine to see the claw has reset and she didn't get the Dora.)
Melina: Shit. (She digs around in her pockets for a dollar.)
John: I wanted to so bad though.
Melina: I bet you did. But if you can't get it up, it doesn't make a girl feel good you know. It makes us feel like... like we're not good enough or that we're not doing our job right or something.
No wonder Trish was so pissed.
John: I never knew that.
Melina: Well now you do. (She looks around on the floor.)
Melina: Thank God you got it up for me because if you didn't, I woulda slapped you. (She looks at John who has a stern look.)
Melina: Not thank God, because we did something real bad but thank God that you didn't stay limp because then... (She makes a weird look and digs in her pockets again.)
Melina: I'll be quiet now. (She doesn't have any more singles in her pockets.)
Melina: Give me a dollar. (John pulls out his wallet and hands her a dollar.)
John: Trish seemed really crushed. (Melina sticks the dollar in the machine.)
Melina: Now you know why. (Melina tries again for the Dora doll. Fail again. She takes a deep breath.)
John: Damn, I feel even worse now... We gotta tell her. I don't care if she kicks my ass. I can't live with this guilt anymore. (Melina tries for the Dora again and fails, now loosing 6 times in a row. She gets frustrated.)
Melina: Damn it! (She kicks the side of the machine. John looks at her.)
John: Why do you want that stupid thing so bad for?
Melina: I love Dora. (John looks at her.)
John: Move. (He pushes Melina away from the machine and puts a dollar in it.)
John: I'd rather have a black eye than live with this guilt. (He tries for the Dora, and the claw lifts it. It drags Dora a few inches but drops her.)
Melina: Do you like Trish?
John: Yea. (The claw resets itself. John waits a second, then prepares to go for Dora again.)
Melina: Do you wanna be with her? (John presses the center button and the claw drops.)
John: Yea. (The claw grabs Dora by the head.)
Melina: Then don't tell her. (The claw drags her to the edge of the machine and drops her down the hole. John has won her.)
John: I think it'd be best if she knew. I'd feel so much better. (He bends down and pulls the Dora out of the machine. He hands it to Melina.)
Melina: John, listen to me. I know we don't always see eye to eye all the time, but don't ignore me on this. If you tell Trish, she's gonna dump you. No questions asked.
John: What if I tell her it was an accident?
Melina: How the Hell do you have sex with someone by accident? Especially the way we were going at it... (She looks at John and he has a dead face on.)
Melina: I keep forgetting. Sorry... Point is, no matter how you look at it. We had sex. Accident or not, it still happened.
John: So what should I do now? (Melina looks at him.)
Melina: Act like you did before we had sex. Forget about it. (John looks at her. Even though he hated to admit it, Melina was right.)
John: Your right. (Melina smiles.)
Melina: I know... And thanks for Dora by the way. (John nods.)
Melina: Hey, for an annoying, idiot man, your not too bad.
John: And for an annoying perverted woman, your not too bad either. (Melina and John smile at each other.)
END OF CHAPTER 37