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Chapter 6

The rest of the day was relatively boring. Torrie had locked herself in the room leaving John with nothing to do and it seemed like everything he said, attempting to make things better, just made things worse.

Women… don't understand them…

So he decided to take a walk, shop for groceries or something like that … This time he couldn't afford to spend as much money as he'd used to. Grabbing a trolley he headed to the alcoholic aisle, he didn't drink but he knew he had to start some time. Plus he had problem with the missus and when couples have problems … they drink. Don't they? Well that's what couples do on TV…

"John!" he heard a familiar face call out. John stopped examining the beer cans and looked up to see who had called him.

"Randy?" John chuckled. His old buddy Randy Orton stood before him with a trolley piled with groceries in them. His hair combed neatly and dressed in a decent polo shirt and pants. "What are you wearing?"

"I'm here with my mom…"

"Oh…" replied John as he simply grabbed a six-pack off of the shelf and tossed it into his trolley.

"What's with the beers? You don't drink…" Randy asked suspiciously.

"Nothing… just figured I had to start…" shrugged John, pretending that there was nothing to worry about.

"You have problems with Torrie?"

"Torrie?" John asked. "What about her?"

"John, don't shit around… everyone knows you guys are together. Rumours spread like wildfire around the entire school, everyone knows about you two…"

John didn't even know what to say.

"It's none of your business," he sighed turning his back to Orton as he placed the beer back on to the shelf. Ok, so they did have problems but what couple doesn't. John was prepared to prove all of them wrong.

"I'm sorry man…" Orton apologised.

"Whatever," shrugged John walking off, pushing his trolley into the opposite direction.

"Hey come back!" called out Randy.

"Forget it man…" shrugged an annoyed John. He placed the trolley back and left the store, on his way out bumping into Mrs Baker, his old English teacher.

"John!" she said whilst adjusting her glasses and taking a closer look at him. "Is that you young man?"

"Yes Mrs Baker," John smiled politely.

"How are you young man?"

"I'm great, how are you?"

"I'm fine as always," she grinned. "I just wanted to tell you that you scored highly on that last essay that you did… the literature one on Chaucer. In fact I think you had scored the highest!"

"That's great news…" John nodded, trying to sound enthusiastic. He knew very well what she was doing, obviously she had heard about 'the news' too and he knew she was trying to convince him to come back to school. But it wasn't going to happen.

"What are you doing with your life young man?" she asked with a sigh. "Don't ruin the future you have ahead of you…"

"I'm not," he answered firmly. "Thank you for your concern but I'm just fine. Now excuse me…"

He left hastily, leaving his English teacher looking stupefied. John hated all the criticism and all people who thought they knew everything about him when they didn't know anything at all. They taught they'd know what's best for him, even if they did John would want to find it out for himself. Why did they care about him so much anyway? People who he hadn't heard from in ten years suddenly called to ask how he was, his reply was often 'great' whether or not he was it didn't matter, they all called for the same reason… to prove that he was an idiot, a fool for trashing his life and his so called 'bright future'.

"Whatever…" he muttered to himself as he strode down the pavement, he looked at a couple of flyers for jobs, jotting the numbers down on his palm. He heard plenty of giggled come from behind him, he turned to see guys like Brock Lesnar, the MVP in school, not to mention the biggest airhead, with older girls like Rena Mero giving him pitiful looks.

"Loser!" Brock yelled out as he threw his milkshake down at John's feet. The two of them laughed loudly. John refrained himself from doing anything stupid although he had really wanted to. What the heck made Brock Lesnar think he was God? This wasn't on school grounds either so it's not like he couldn't fight with Brock. It's not as if he couldn't beat the living daylights out of Brock either.

"Where's your slut?" heckled Brock as he laughed raucously.

He had it coming.

Brock turned around only to see a fist flying towards him, knocking him to the ground as he saw stars blur his vision. His right eye instantly swelled up and he found it impossible to open in, he felt a warm substance trickle rapidly from his nose and down to his mouth where he realised it was blood by the taste of it.

"Oh my God!" screamed Rena as she ran off. John picked up the remains of the milkshake and threw it in Brock's face.

"Loser…" John laughed in satisfaction.

"John?" Torrie called out. She eventually left her room, it was 7pm and she was slightly worried that John hadn't made a sound for so long. Maybe I was too harsh…

"John are you there?" she yelled as she scanned the hallway and then the bathroom, proceeding to the living area. Nothing.

"John?" she called out, inching towards the balcony. "John are you there? You're creeping me out…"

Just then the door opened, she spun around on her heel in shock, but exhaled in relief as she saw John standing in the doorway.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"John!" she exclaimed as she ran towards him, hugging him tightly. "I was worried about you.

"It's ok," he chuckled giving her a loving peck on the lips. "I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself…"

"Why is there strawberry milkshake all over your shoes?" she asked him curiously. "You're crapping up the floor…"

"So you care about the floor more than you do about me?" he smirked.

"What happened?" she asked as she got a mop out to clean the sticky mess John had made on the floor.

"Well I got into a fight…" he explained. Torrie dropped the mop.

"Are you ok?" she shrieked cupping his handsome face and examining it for bruises.

"Yes," he nodded, for a moment feeling as if Torrie was his mother…

"What happened?"

"Well I 'bumped' into Brock Lesnar…"

"Did that jerk hurt you?" she asked angrily with her hands on her hips. John wanted to laugh at the sight of her trying to look tough.

"No, he threw his drink at my feet and said some stuff that made him deserve a good beating…"

"What did he say?"

"Nothing…" he lied. He couldn't tell her. It would hurt him more than it did her. "He just called me a loser that's all…"

"Really? Well he should speak for himself. That guy his a brainless bully!" she grunted in annoyance. John couldn't help but smile, she was being adorable today, except for the fight earlier on… but he loved how she worried for him, this was what made them… 'couple-like'.

"I have dinner…" John said, changing the subject as he waved a doggy bag in front of her. "Chinese food… your favourite!"

"Oh wow!" she screeched, snatching the bag from him. "How much money did you spend?"

"Not much, doesn't matter anyway… It wasn't our money…" he grinned.

"W-what?" she stuttered in shock. "You didn't mug him did you?"

"Would it be so bad if I did?"

"Of course!" she screamed. "John you had no right to!"

"Well he sorta left it behind!"

"That still does not give you any right to take his belongings John Felix Anthony Cena!" she scolded. "What if he reports this to the police?"

"Relax… he won't!" John shrugged as he proceeded to the kitchen counter, digging into the bag.

"But he could!" Torrie added, swatting his hands away from the food.

"Chill Torrie! I didn't mug him!"

"Don't lie to me…" she warned him in a serious tone. Again, he wanted to laugh. Her angry face was rather amusing… to him anyway…

"I didn't mug him… that whore Rena threw money at me, begging to leave them alone…" he explained.

"Really?"

"Yes…" he nodded truthfully. "I know better not to mug him… now does that making me less of a bad guy?"

"No," she spoke with her arms crossed. "You shouldn't call her a 'whore'…"

Well Brock called you one…

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because it's not nice…" she shrugged. "I mean… she may be one but we've got more class than to call other people names like that…"

"You're right…" he nodded.

"I'm always right… now let's eat!" she chuckled, bringing the food out and laying it on the table. She dug hungrily into her chow mein, John watched her with a smile.

"Torrie?" he said.

"Yes…" she mumbled with a mouthful of food, looking up at him innocently. He smiled.

"I love you."

"Oh John," she smiled. "I love you too."