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"John! It's me! Misty! Do you remember me from high school?" She asks excitedly. I stare into her eyes for awhile before speaking.

"Yeah, hey Misty." I say as coolly as I can. Hey, wrestling requires acting therefore I think I've become a better actor. Maybe now I can carry on a normal John Cena conversation with her.

"So what have you been up to?" She asks and sits next to me. Her eyes widen and she runs her hand down my bicep. "Wow! You've gotten so much bigger!"

"You don't know?"

"No, sorry."

"I'm a wrestler for the WWE. What do you do?"

"Wow that's great! I'm a business woman. I mostly deal with stocks and stuff. Nothing too interesting."

"Stocks? What's a beautiful woman like you dealing with stocks for?" I ask before I realize what I said. Once it comes out I want to kick myself. She smiles warmly at me. Her beautiful green eyes are dazzling.

"Oh I don't know. I always liked math." She answers. I smile at her.

**Flashback**

"Fucking AJ! Give me the fucking answer!" I snap. Our English teacher is out so I'm trying to do my Algebra homework.

"I don't know!" AJ yells back. Misty looks over.

"Algebra?" She asks. I nod. She saunters over. "Oh! The equation of the line falls into this, y=mx+b." She says. I stare blankly at her, careful to avoid her eyes. "Y is the y variable, m is the slope, x is the variable and b is the y-intercept." She explains. I nod slowly. She smiles and leans in closer.

"What?" I ask. She leans over, her low cut shirt falls even lower, revealing a little more than what's allowed.

"To find the slope you do y2-y1 over x2-x1." She explains and leans closer to me to write it. Now I'm lost at looking at her, this time it's not her eyes, although it is a pair of things. I nod.

"Whatever you say." I say in a trance. God, even her smell is captivating.

**End Flash Back**

"John?" Misty giggles. I snap out of my day dream.

"Huh? Oh yeah, you like numbers. Right." I say.

"Speaking of numbers, here." She says and slips me a paper before walking away, once again shaking her ass more than necessary. I open the paper, her number, and cell phone number, is written on the inside.