A/N: As always thank you to my lovely reviewers! I'm actually enjoying
writing this story, you'll know when it's become more like a chore for me,
the writing will slide and the updates will be few and far between! Enjoy-
Kiera
Chapter Four: I'll Get Over You
The next time John saw Alex it was five weeks later. The brand reshuffle happened a week after they split up and she was moved to Raw to futhur her character. Now he was trying to shop for food, feeling distinctly like shit thanks to the lack of sleep the night before. He was slumped over the bar of the shopping trolley with his cap pulled far down over his eyes. He was finding it hard to get enthusastic about pasta. It was then he saw Alex. She was standing at the bottom of the aisle reading the back of a ready meal box. Her hair was twisted back in a clamp and she was wearing a grey jacket with a tired exression on her face. John stood rooted to the spot, he wasn't sure what he should do. He wanted to go talk to her, but she would probably call him a name and walk away. It seemed Alex made that decision for him, she was headed straight for him, still reading the box. She stopped right in front of him and then looked up. When it had regsitered in her mind who it was, she tried to side step the trolley. But John grabbbed her by the arm.
"Can't we at least be civil Alex?" John asked.
"Why?" she snapped back not missing a beat. "So you can make sure that you haven't left any permant scars? "
That was partly true, but John wasn't about to admit it. Alex went on.
"Or so you can make sure my cousins aren't after your blood?"
That was also partly true. Alex's three cousins, Kegan, Lennon and Harley where huge monsters who could beat him up in three seconds flat, but that wasn't his main concern. He missed her, but that was also something he wasn't going to admit to.
"Just so you know, I'm fine. I had the find a new place to live, get use to a whole new schedule and make new friends all because of you. Besides that, I'm fine."
She gave his trolley a hard push and stormed past him. John was going to follow her. He didn't. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~
Alexandra Springer had never cared much for the taste of beer, but it would be impolite to simply leave the bottle full. So every so often she would take tiny little sips as not to offend Randy. He had asked her out three days earlier and the truth be told she didn't want to be there, she wasn't really ready to be there. But Cynthia had banged on long enough about getting back on the horse, so that was what she was doing. Grabbing hold of the horse and jumping back on it, even if she really didn't want to.
"It'll be good for you." Her inner voice told her. "You know if you weren't here you'd just be in your room thinking about John. At least her there is music, and company."
She gave a small nod of agreement. Randy was standing next to her, his arm just behind her with his hand resting on the bar as if he was too shy to put it around her waist.
"Anyway," her inner voice continued, trying to futhur rationionalise her being there. "What makes you think John isn't out with some girl? He did it when you where together."
Like she needed the reminder. Randy leaned close to tell her something, she didn't hear but nodded anyway. She took another sip and grimaced as the beer slid down her throat. It was vile and she certainly wouldn't be having another bottle. Even when she had arrived home full of tears and Cynthia had dragged bottles out of the fridge Alex hadn't been able to drink them. Randy had been blunt and to the point when he asked her out. In a way Alex found it egotistical and charming. Plus he was nice.
"Plus," her inner voice went on. "If anything happens between you and Randy you'll have to get over John, and that's what you want, isn't it?"
She didn't answer.
Chapter Four: I'll Get Over You
The next time John saw Alex it was five weeks later. The brand reshuffle happened a week after they split up and she was moved to Raw to futhur her character. Now he was trying to shop for food, feeling distinctly like shit thanks to the lack of sleep the night before. He was slumped over the bar of the shopping trolley with his cap pulled far down over his eyes. He was finding it hard to get enthusastic about pasta. It was then he saw Alex. She was standing at the bottom of the aisle reading the back of a ready meal box. Her hair was twisted back in a clamp and she was wearing a grey jacket with a tired exression on her face. John stood rooted to the spot, he wasn't sure what he should do. He wanted to go talk to her, but she would probably call him a name and walk away. It seemed Alex made that decision for him, she was headed straight for him, still reading the box. She stopped right in front of him and then looked up. When it had regsitered in her mind who it was, she tried to side step the trolley. But John grabbbed her by the arm.
"Can't we at least be civil Alex?" John asked.
"Why?" she snapped back not missing a beat. "So you can make sure that you haven't left any permant scars? "
That was partly true, but John wasn't about to admit it. Alex went on.
"Or so you can make sure my cousins aren't after your blood?"
That was also partly true. Alex's three cousins, Kegan, Lennon and Harley where huge monsters who could beat him up in three seconds flat, but that wasn't his main concern. He missed her, but that was also something he wasn't going to admit to.
"Just so you know, I'm fine. I had the find a new place to live, get use to a whole new schedule and make new friends all because of you. Besides that, I'm fine."
She gave his trolley a hard push and stormed past him. John was going to follow her. He didn't. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~
Alexandra Springer had never cared much for the taste of beer, but it would be impolite to simply leave the bottle full. So every so often she would take tiny little sips as not to offend Randy. He had asked her out three days earlier and the truth be told she didn't want to be there, she wasn't really ready to be there. But Cynthia had banged on long enough about getting back on the horse, so that was what she was doing. Grabbing hold of the horse and jumping back on it, even if she really didn't want to.
"It'll be good for you." Her inner voice told her. "You know if you weren't here you'd just be in your room thinking about John. At least her there is music, and company."
She gave a small nod of agreement. Randy was standing next to her, his arm just behind her with his hand resting on the bar as if he was too shy to put it around her waist.
"Anyway," her inner voice continued, trying to futhur rationionalise her being there. "What makes you think John isn't out with some girl? He did it when you where together."
Like she needed the reminder. Randy leaned close to tell her something, she didn't hear but nodded anyway. She took another sip and grimaced as the beer slid down her throat. It was vile and she certainly wouldn't be having another bottle. Even when she had arrived home full of tears and Cynthia had dragged bottles out of the fridge Alex hadn't been able to drink them. Randy had been blunt and to the point when he asked her out. In a way Alex found it egotistical and charming. Plus he was nice.
"Plus," her inner voice went on. "If anything happens between you and Randy you'll have to get over John, and that's what you want, isn't it?"
She didn't answer.