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Chapter Six: These Miss You Nights
John had decided to drive all night. He needed to keep his mind busy, he needed to keep his mind of Alex. More precisly, Alex and Randy. Tomorrow night was a joint pay-per-view between the brands and a party had already been organised. He'd have to see them, and if he didn't go he'd be accused of being jealous. Which, in all fairness, was true. But he didn't want everyone else knowing that. John could still see Alex, everytime he shut his eyes he could see her standing by the van, looking at him, with a glimmer of something in her eyes. a glimmer of something he didn't recognise. So much for keeping his mind busy. He turned of the radio, and a low, gravely voice of a local DJ filled the car.
"Well, listeners it's almost one am and that means the love song hour. To start us off, R. Kelly with 'If I could turn back the hands of time."
John quickly turned it off. It was almost like the whole world was conspiring to make him feel bad, which he already did. How else was he suppose to feel? Ever since Alex had left him he hadn't stopped thinking about her. He hadn't stopped thinking about how it could of been if she'd never found out. Or better yet if he'd never been with that girl. The car stopped at the traffic lights. She'd be with randy now, enjoying herself. John angrily banged his hands down on the steering wheel. he should of said something. She wasn't enjoying herself. Randy could tell, it was coming off her in waves. She hadn't spoken properly to him for the whole day and now she was quickly making her way through a bottle of red wine.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Randy asked.
"Talk about what?" She replied, pouring the rest of the bottle into her glass.
"Whatever is bothering you. You haven't been yourself."
Alex shrugged. "Nothing." Then she motioned for the waiter to bring her another bottle.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
It was a lie. They both knew it, and they both knew Alex was drunk. But neither one of them said anything. Randy just watched as Alex snatched the uncorked bottle of the waiter. He was going to have to stop her soon or it was going to get messy. Alex, on the other hand, didn't care. She was determained to drown away any feelings or thoughts related to that cheating bastard John Cena. Wine would help. Wine was helping which was good. Anyway, how dare he get her hopes up like that only to congratulate her on finding someone better then him. How dare he cheat on her in the first place. A nasty phone call was in order. Alex bent down to get her bag and find her phone.
"What are you doing?" Randy asked, he'd been watching her the whole time she'd been staring into space. "Need to make a phone call." She muttered, a glass in one hand while she searched for John's number.
Randy took her phone and her glass. "I don't think you're in any state to be making any phone calls, to anyone, and no more wine."
"Fine."
She folded her arms and leaned back in her chair, trying to focus on Randy and not the spinning walls behind him.
"You could just tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing."
"Is it John? Did he say something to you the other day?"
Alex gave a small laugh. "No, he really didn't."
Randy had taken Alex to her room and left her to sleep. She woke up a few hours later, still fully dressed and feeling sick. She didn't slink off to the bathroom like she wanted to, she went over to the window and peered out. The dark streets below were empty and Alex leaned her head against the cold glass. she began to cry, she missed John. But she'd walked away. It was too late.
Chapter Six: These Miss You Nights
John had decided to drive all night. He needed to keep his mind busy, he needed to keep his mind of Alex. More precisly, Alex and Randy. Tomorrow night was a joint pay-per-view between the brands and a party had already been organised. He'd have to see them, and if he didn't go he'd be accused of being jealous. Which, in all fairness, was true. But he didn't want everyone else knowing that. John could still see Alex, everytime he shut his eyes he could see her standing by the van, looking at him, with a glimmer of something in her eyes. a glimmer of something he didn't recognise. So much for keeping his mind busy. He turned of the radio, and a low, gravely voice of a local DJ filled the car.
"Well, listeners it's almost one am and that means the love song hour. To start us off, R. Kelly with 'If I could turn back the hands of time."
John quickly turned it off. It was almost like the whole world was conspiring to make him feel bad, which he already did. How else was he suppose to feel? Ever since Alex had left him he hadn't stopped thinking about her. He hadn't stopped thinking about how it could of been if she'd never found out. Or better yet if he'd never been with that girl. The car stopped at the traffic lights. She'd be with randy now, enjoying herself. John angrily banged his hands down on the steering wheel. he should of said something. She wasn't enjoying herself. Randy could tell, it was coming off her in waves. She hadn't spoken properly to him for the whole day and now she was quickly making her way through a bottle of red wine.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Randy asked.
"Talk about what?" She replied, pouring the rest of the bottle into her glass.
"Whatever is bothering you. You haven't been yourself."
Alex shrugged. "Nothing." Then she motioned for the waiter to bring her another bottle.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
It was a lie. They both knew it, and they both knew Alex was drunk. But neither one of them said anything. Randy just watched as Alex snatched the uncorked bottle of the waiter. He was going to have to stop her soon or it was going to get messy. Alex, on the other hand, didn't care. She was determained to drown away any feelings or thoughts related to that cheating bastard John Cena. Wine would help. Wine was helping which was good. Anyway, how dare he get her hopes up like that only to congratulate her on finding someone better then him. How dare he cheat on her in the first place. A nasty phone call was in order. Alex bent down to get her bag and find her phone.
"What are you doing?" Randy asked, he'd been watching her the whole time she'd been staring into space. "Need to make a phone call." She muttered, a glass in one hand while she searched for John's number.
Randy took her phone and her glass. "I don't think you're in any state to be making any phone calls, to anyone, and no more wine."
"Fine."
She folded her arms and leaned back in her chair, trying to focus on Randy and not the spinning walls behind him.
"You could just tell me what's wrong."
"Nothing."
"Is it John? Did he say something to you the other day?"
Alex gave a small laugh. "No, he really didn't."
Randy had taken Alex to her room and left her to sleep. She woke up a few hours later, still fully dressed and feeling sick. She didn't slink off to the bathroom like she wanted to, she went over to the window and peered out. The dark streets below were empty and Alex leaned her head against the cold glass. she began to cry, she missed John. But she'd walked away. It was too late.