By: The Reba Stangs
Hey ya! Yep, it's me – writing another fic-a-roo! lol Well, I have been wanting to write a Jackie Gayda/John Cena fic for a while and here it is! I rated it PG-13 but maybe later (I don't know) I might have to rate it R (due to the swearing and violence – NO SEX SCENES! My mind may be in the gutter but I can't write that! Tisk-tisk!) lol If you think it should be rated R, just tell me, if not, I will keep it PG-13. I'll stop blabbing now and let you good focks read Chapter One since you were s kind enough to click the fic. Thanks again! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter One
"John, please!" The United States Champion, John Cena, crossed his arms as he listened to Torrie Wilson beg him to do her a simple favor.
"Why can't you ask anyone else, huh," he asked her.
Torrie paused, thinking of an answer, "Well... John, could you please just do this for me!"
John groaned as he rolled his eyes. "Fine, now can you stop your whining!" John mutter, he never really liked her.
Torrie smiled, "Thank you John! Now all you will have to do is take her home for the airport and then pick her up for work tomorrow. Probably, I'll be at the area by then.."
Just then, the woman they were talking about came up to her fellow Smackdown stars.
"Torrie, there you are. Come on, I really need to get home," Jackie Gayda said as she shifted her bag on her shoulder.
Torrie bit her lip then looked at John then Jackie. "Well, Jackie, John here has decided to take you home," she said with a smile.
Jackie's mouth dropped, "What! Why!"
"Oh, Sweetie. My dad is sick... and I have to be there. But I'll be back tomorrow. Don't worry." Torrie said as she hugged Jackie.
"Oh, okay.. hope your dad is okay.. Bye Torrie." Jackie said with a wave as Torrie rushed over to the ticket counter to get a ticket to Boise.
John coughed to get Jackie's attention from her gaze. "Come on, let's go. I have to find a hotel before all the good ones are taken," John said in a huff.
Jackie just stood there as John started to walk away. He turned back and looked at her, "Aren't you coming?"
"Don't worry, John. I can find a ride home with someone else. But thanks for offering," Jackie said with the sweetest smile possible at that moment in time.
"Oh, alright. See Ya Jackie," he said as he walked away.
Jackie huffed as she rubbed her hands together looking into the spring sunset. This was her luck. She should have just gone home with John but no; she said she could find a ride home. But everyone she asked had to do something. Dawn and Michelle had plans to go out to dinner and talk about their feud. Eddie was leaving with Rey and Rey was already taking RVD and Booker also. She sighed again. Suddenly she felt a tap on her shoulder and she looked ver to see the person she least expected to see.
"John?" Jackie asked surprised to see John Cena standing next to her, "What are you doing here?"
"I forgot something… what are you still doing here? Couldn't get a ride," He asked with a grin.
Jackie frowned, "No, everyone was busy."
John nodded, "Well, I better go, good luck finding that ride." He said as he began to walk away, but then Jackie stopped him.
"John," she said as she jogged after him. He stopped and looked at her when she reached him, "Could you give me a lift please?"
"Here it is, just pull up in the drive way," Jackie said fiddling with her cell-phone, "So, you cell number is 555-872-4267?"
"Yep," John said as he pulled up into the driveway to find a truck already parked there, "Um, Jackie, you have a visitor."
"What!" Jackie exclaimed as she looked up from her phone then groaned, as she noticed whose truck is was. "Charlie . . ."
Jackie grabbed her bag and got of out of John's rented Chrysler Crossfire and stormed to her front door where a sorry shaped Charlie Haas stood. "Charlie, what the fuck are you doing at my house!"
John got out of the car and crossed his armed. He smirked as he leaned against the Crossfire. 'This is going to be good,' he thought as he watched Jackie yell at Charlie.
"Baby, look, I'm sorry, please give me another chance," Charlie begged, now on his knees. He hiccupped and almost fell over, but grabbed Jackie's legs to stable him. Jackie rolled her eyes, he was drunk.
"Get off of me, you drunk asshole!" Jackie yelled pushing his shoulders back, causing him to fall back and causing John to laugh.
Charlie shook his head and stood up. He looked back at John and yelled, "What are you laughing at!"
"How easily you can get beat up, Haas." John said with a smirk. Charlie growled and went to charge at John but fell face first on the ground.
Jackie glared at the two wrestlers in her yard. 'Men,' she muttered as her crossed her arms and tapped her foot hoping they would leave soon.
Charlie got up and stumbled over to his truck. "Move your god damn car, Cena," he slurred loudly.
"Whatever," John said then looked at Jackie, "I'll pick ya up at 9 tomorrow morning, okay, princess?"
Jackie just smirked knowing was trying to make Charlie hotter under the collar. "Sure thing, Cena," she said as waved to him and walked into the house.
Charlie glared at the house as he watched John's Car drive away. He wasn't going to have his Jackie . . . even if she didn't know she was his. She was going to know tonight.
Jackie rubbed the towel over her wet hair as she walked down the hallway. She slipped on her slippers as she reached the end of the hallway then walked down the stairs. When she reached the bottom, she put the towel in a basket next to the steps. Jackie then walked over to the mirror and pulled her hair into a ponytail.
Before she did anything else, she studied herself in the mirror. Her brunette hair was pulled still damp in the ponytail; her pink tank top had water stains on it from her hair, and her pink and white-stripped pants just hung underneath her stomach. Then she picture two strong arms around her slim waist and a head nestled in her next. She closed her eyes and mumbled his name, the name of the man she was thinking about.
"What am I doing?" Jackie asked snapping out of her daydream. "Why am I thinking of him!"
Jackie cursed herself then walked into her dinner room. She sat down at the table and read the scripts for tomorrow night. She was supposed to do something with Torrie. They were supposed to talk about the new divas and what they thought about them. Then they were supposed to come up and look at . . . Jackie's eyes widen! Him! Why him! First she was daydreaming about him and now she has to work with him tomorrow. This is not going to be good.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Jackie looked up and looked out the window. It was a pizza delivery car. Jackie sighed as she slapped herself in the forehead. She was letting this guy get to her so much, she actually forgot what she had ordered a small pizza.
Jackie went to her purse and grabbed fifteen dollars. The doorbell rang again. "Hold on, I'm coming," Jackie yelled as she walked to the door.
"Okay, its 11.95, right?" Jackie said as she opened the door then she froze. She dropped the money as she saw it wasn't the pizza man.
"Ch . . . Charlie . . . what are you doing here?" Jackie gulped out as she stared into Charlie's eyes. They were different from his drunken eyes from earlier. They were filled with lust and rage.
"Now, Jackie, is that the right thing to ask someone who bought your dinner and brought it to the door?" Charlie asked as he walked into the house and shut the door.
"Get out of MY HOUSE!" Jackie screamed as she pointed to the door. Charlie merely set the pizza on the table. Then he cracked his fingers.
Jackie's eyes widen. She was in trouble.
Charlie leaned against the living room wall as he sipped his bottle of whiskey. He cradled the bottle to his chest as he looked around the room. It was a mess.
He moaned as he stood up and looked into the busted mirror. He noticed the blood on his chest. Some was his but most of it wasn't.
Charlie knew things got out of hand. At first she fought him, but quickly she started begging him to stop, so weak. As soon as he thought he'd stop, she did something that ticked him off. She started screaming that bastard's name. Why, he did not know, but that fucking name made him lose it.
Charlie grunted as he put his shirt back on and went to the door. He groaned as the fabric touched the fresh wounds on his body. He couldn't image the pain she was in. In his mind he knew she deserved what he did to her. In his heart, he believed it also, but he also felt regret.
He looked at his watch – it read quarter till nine. Charlie decided to leave remembering that son of a bitch would be coming. He wiped his mouth as he opened the door, he paused as he took a final look of the destruction he had done. Charlie smirked. If Jackie called that bastard's name out to save her last night, then John Cena deserved to see what damage his name can do.
In the words of my sister 'Charlie is a mean drunk'! I hope that did not offend anyone. Well, what do you think? Will John make it in time or is he already to late? Why is Jackie daydreaming of John (I mean who wouldn't, but you know) I hope you liked it and want more. Please Review. If you want, give ideas and suggestions. I am open for everything!
Well, best be going. It is 12:20 on Sunday morning and I am tired! Lol
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