A/N: Thank you as always to my reviewers! Enjoy-Kiera
Chapter 3: Tomorrow Is A Different Day
There where two thing that annoyed Alex beyond anything else in the world. Plucking her eyebrows and applying eyeliner. But now eyeliner was a nessicary if she was going out to face the big wide world. Thanks to the rock soild matress she'd had no sleep the night before and it showed. She was in danger of having a breakout and she doubted Vince would aprrove or understand. Alex tried to keep her hand steady as she applied the black eyeliner. Her night had been plagued with images of John and his mystery women. Ever since she found out, Alex imagined a red head with her hair cut stylishly short and wearing high heels. Whoever she was she was a bitch for breaking up their releationship. Alex took a step back from the mirror and carefull inspected her one made up eye. She wondered if John had been thinking about her, if he was sorry. Had he even said that? Alex racked her mind to think. No, he hadn't. He'd said everything else, but not sorry. There was still a hollow ache in her chest and she silently cursed him for making her feel this way. She still loved him, but Alex vowed she would never stay with a man who'd hurt her once, they'd only do it again. She'd seen it happen to her mother enough times and the pain she felt for John was bad enough already. Alex wouldn't go through the last four days again. She finished her make up and stepped back again. Maybe she'd get her haircut today, get a manicure and a facial. She sighed loudly. Today was the first day of the rest of her life.
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John was sitting by himself, pushing the food in front of him around the plate with his fork. The canteen was a hubb of noise all around him. Plates banging, people talking, the occassional burst of laughter. He'd been watching the doors, waiting for Alex, but she hadn't arrived yet. He knew if she turned up he couldn't talk to her. He just wanted to see her. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but Torrie seemed to be shooting him cold looks at every oppotunity. The door swung open, his heart stopped, but it wasn't Alex, just some cameraman. But then he saw her, shuffling in behind them. Her eyeliner was slightly smudged and her hair was scraped back into a ponytail with her layers falling out in front of her eyes. She was talking on her phone, probably to her mother. She walked right past her, straight to the food only giving Torrie a quick nudge. John watched her pick up a salad in a plastic container and head back to Torrie. She spoke on her phone for a few more minutes before hanging up and launching into conversation. John wished he knew what she was saying, but she had her back to him. Paul Wright passed with a quick hello, but John didn't take his eyes off Alex. He wondered who'd found out about the other women. But he couldn't really blame them. It was his fault. He didn't even remember her name, but wasn't how things like that always went ? Alex was getting up now, leaving to get ready for her match. She didn't even look at him.
Chapter 3: Tomorrow Is A Different Day
There where two thing that annoyed Alex beyond anything else in the world. Plucking her eyebrows and applying eyeliner. But now eyeliner was a nessicary if she was going out to face the big wide world. Thanks to the rock soild matress she'd had no sleep the night before and it showed. She was in danger of having a breakout and she doubted Vince would aprrove or understand. Alex tried to keep her hand steady as she applied the black eyeliner. Her night had been plagued with images of John and his mystery women. Ever since she found out, Alex imagined a red head with her hair cut stylishly short and wearing high heels. Whoever she was she was a bitch for breaking up their releationship. Alex took a step back from the mirror and carefull inspected her one made up eye. She wondered if John had been thinking about her, if he was sorry. Had he even said that? Alex racked her mind to think. No, he hadn't. He'd said everything else, but not sorry. There was still a hollow ache in her chest and she silently cursed him for making her feel this way. She still loved him, but Alex vowed she would never stay with a man who'd hurt her once, they'd only do it again. She'd seen it happen to her mother enough times and the pain she felt for John was bad enough already. Alex wouldn't go through the last four days again. She finished her make up and stepped back again. Maybe she'd get her haircut today, get a manicure and a facial. She sighed loudly. Today was the first day of the rest of her life.
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John was sitting by himself, pushing the food in front of him around the plate with his fork. The canteen was a hubb of noise all around him. Plates banging, people talking, the occassional burst of laughter. He'd been watching the doors, waiting for Alex, but she hadn't arrived yet. He knew if she turned up he couldn't talk to her. He just wanted to see her. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but Torrie seemed to be shooting him cold looks at every oppotunity. The door swung open, his heart stopped, but it wasn't Alex, just some cameraman. But then he saw her, shuffling in behind them. Her eyeliner was slightly smudged and her hair was scraped back into a ponytail with her layers falling out in front of her eyes. She was talking on her phone, probably to her mother. She walked right past her, straight to the food only giving Torrie a quick nudge. John watched her pick up a salad in a plastic container and head back to Torrie. She spoke on her phone for a few more minutes before hanging up and launching into conversation. John wished he knew what she was saying, but she had her back to him. Paul Wright passed with a quick hello, but John didn't take his eyes off Alex. He wondered who'd found out about the other women. But he couldn't really blame them. It was his fault. He didn't even remember her name, but wasn't how things like that always went ? Alex was getting up now, leaving to get ready for her match. She didn't even look at him.