Chapter 5
The next day at Smackdown, Rose was walking down the hall looking for Dawn's locker room. She walked down past John's locker room. He saw her and ran after her. "Yo! Rose!"
She turned around and saw John. "Hey John. What's up?"
"Nothin really. Listen, we gotta talk."
"Sure. About what?"
He looked down at the floor. "Uh...you remember what happened at the pool, right?"
"Yeah, of course I do. Why?"
"Well, can you forget that it happened? I don't mean to sound like an asshole, but I really don't want Dawn to find out."
She just stared at him. "Okay John. Whatever you say man."
He sighed with relief. "Thanks so much. You're a doll!" He kissed her cheek. "Well, I gotta run. Good luck against Sable!" He yelled as he ran off.
Rose just stood there and watched him run. She started talking softly to herself. "What the hell was that all about? Why does he want me to forget about the kiss?" She turned around, and jumped.
"Hello Rose." Dawn was standing there with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.
"Hey Dawn, I was just looking for you."
She just stared at Rose. "What happened at the pool yesterday? What doesn't John want me to find out?"
Rose crossed her arms. "Nothing Dawn. Nothing at all. Now move out of my way so I can get to my match." She began to walk off.
Dawn grabbed her arm to stop her. "I don't think so, Rose. You're going to tell me what happened."
"Why the hell do you care anyway? You broke up with him!"
"I care because he still cares about me." She squeezed Rose's arm tighter. "Now tell me what happened."
Rose took Dawn's hand and threw it at her. "You really want to know what happened? Okay, I'll tell you. He. Kissed. Me."
Dawn stared at her with her eyes wide open. "What the hell?!"
"Yup. He kissed me, smack dab on the lips." She smiled, just to piss Dawn off. "It was beautiful." Dawn lifted her hand up to slap Rose, but Rose caught her hand. With her other one, she slapped Dawn clear across the face. "Don't you dare try to hit me again. If you try to, I promise to do more than slap you. Got it?"
Dawn glared at Rose with eyes full of fury. "Yeah, I got it." She wriggled her hand free and sulked off.
After her match with Sable, Rose walked back to her locker room. As she walked in, she saw John sitting on her sofa, staring at her. "What the hell is your problem Rose?" She looked at John innocently. "What do you mean?"
He got up and walked up and stood in her face. "Why did you slap Dawn?" "Because she got so pissed at me for kissing you, and she was about to hit me."
"What? You told her? I thought you were going to forget about it!"
"Well, she is my friend, or was, and I was not going to lie to her! Why do you even care about her so much? She dumped you, remember?"
He calmed down a little bit. "Yeah, but I know that she still cares about me. I didn't want to hurt her feelings."
Rose just stared at him and talked softly. "You still care for her, after all the shit she did to you?"
"Yeah, I do. What's your problem, Rose?"
She looked away. "Nothing. I'm fine." She began to pack up her stuff in her duffel bag. John handed her a few things. She looked at him coldly. "John, I don't need your help. I can do this myself."
He backed away, dropping whatever he was holding on the floor. "Aight, you wanna be like that? Fine." He walked out of her locker room, slamming the door behind him.
She stood there, as tears welled up in her eyes. She sat down on the couch and held her face in her hands. Just as she began to cry, someone knocked on her door. Thinking it was John, coming back for some last words, she walked to the door. "What the hell do you want?" She opened it, and there stood Charlie Haas.
He looked at Rose. "Um...is this a bad time? Want me to come back later?"
She wiped some of her tears away. "I'm sorry Charlie. I didn't mean to yell at you. Come on in."
He walked in and sat down on her sofa. "So what was all that about?"
She closed the door and sat next to Charlie. "Ah, just an argument between me and Cena. No big deal." She wiped away another tear.
He looked at her sympathetically. "Are you sure it's no big deal?"
"Yeah, don't worry about it." She quickly changed the subject. "So what's up?"
"Well, I wanted to ask you something."
"Shoot."
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Um...I was just wondering...maybe you wanna go have dinner with me?"
She smiled. "Sure, that'd be great. Let me just finish packing up my stuff and we'll go, okay?"
"All right. Want some help?"
"Sure. That way we can leave sooner." She began to pack up her stuff. He started to help her. By 10:30 they were in Charlie's Pontiac GTO driving off to the nearest Tony Roma's.
The next day at Smackdown, Rose was walking down the hall looking for Dawn's locker room. She walked down past John's locker room. He saw her and ran after her. "Yo! Rose!"
She turned around and saw John. "Hey John. What's up?"
"Nothin really. Listen, we gotta talk."
"Sure. About what?"
He looked down at the floor. "Uh...you remember what happened at the pool, right?"
"Yeah, of course I do. Why?"
"Well, can you forget that it happened? I don't mean to sound like an asshole, but I really don't want Dawn to find out."
She just stared at him. "Okay John. Whatever you say man."
He sighed with relief. "Thanks so much. You're a doll!" He kissed her cheek. "Well, I gotta run. Good luck against Sable!" He yelled as he ran off.
Rose just stood there and watched him run. She started talking softly to herself. "What the hell was that all about? Why does he want me to forget about the kiss?" She turned around, and jumped.
"Hello Rose." Dawn was standing there with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.
"Hey Dawn, I was just looking for you."
She just stared at Rose. "What happened at the pool yesterday? What doesn't John want me to find out?"
Rose crossed her arms. "Nothing Dawn. Nothing at all. Now move out of my way so I can get to my match." She began to walk off.
Dawn grabbed her arm to stop her. "I don't think so, Rose. You're going to tell me what happened."
"Why the hell do you care anyway? You broke up with him!"
"I care because he still cares about me." She squeezed Rose's arm tighter. "Now tell me what happened."
Rose took Dawn's hand and threw it at her. "You really want to know what happened? Okay, I'll tell you. He. Kissed. Me."
Dawn stared at her with her eyes wide open. "What the hell?!"
"Yup. He kissed me, smack dab on the lips." She smiled, just to piss Dawn off. "It was beautiful." Dawn lifted her hand up to slap Rose, but Rose caught her hand. With her other one, she slapped Dawn clear across the face. "Don't you dare try to hit me again. If you try to, I promise to do more than slap you. Got it?"
Dawn glared at Rose with eyes full of fury. "Yeah, I got it." She wriggled her hand free and sulked off.
After her match with Sable, Rose walked back to her locker room. As she walked in, she saw John sitting on her sofa, staring at her. "What the hell is your problem Rose?" She looked at John innocently. "What do you mean?"
He got up and walked up and stood in her face. "Why did you slap Dawn?" "Because she got so pissed at me for kissing you, and she was about to hit me."
"What? You told her? I thought you were going to forget about it!"
"Well, she is my friend, or was, and I was not going to lie to her! Why do you even care about her so much? She dumped you, remember?"
He calmed down a little bit. "Yeah, but I know that she still cares about me. I didn't want to hurt her feelings."
Rose just stared at him and talked softly. "You still care for her, after all the shit she did to you?"
"Yeah, I do. What's your problem, Rose?"
She looked away. "Nothing. I'm fine." She began to pack up her stuff in her duffel bag. John handed her a few things. She looked at him coldly. "John, I don't need your help. I can do this myself."
He backed away, dropping whatever he was holding on the floor. "Aight, you wanna be like that? Fine." He walked out of her locker room, slamming the door behind him.
She stood there, as tears welled up in her eyes. She sat down on the couch and held her face in her hands. Just as she began to cry, someone knocked on her door. Thinking it was John, coming back for some last words, she walked to the door. "What the hell do you want?" She opened it, and there stood Charlie Haas.
He looked at Rose. "Um...is this a bad time? Want me to come back later?"
She wiped some of her tears away. "I'm sorry Charlie. I didn't mean to yell at you. Come on in."
He walked in and sat down on her sofa. "So what was all that about?"
She closed the door and sat next to Charlie. "Ah, just an argument between me and Cena. No big deal." She wiped away another tear.
He looked at her sympathetically. "Are you sure it's no big deal?"
"Yeah, don't worry about it." She quickly changed the subject. "So what's up?"
"Well, I wanted to ask you something."
"Shoot."
He rubbed the back of his neck. "Um...I was just wondering...maybe you wanna go have dinner with me?"
She smiled. "Sure, that'd be great. Let me just finish packing up my stuff and we'll go, okay?"
"All right. Want some help?"
"Sure. That way we can leave sooner." She began to pack up her stuff. He started to help her. By 10:30 they were in Charlie's Pontiac GTO driving off to the nearest Tony Roma's.