A/N: Ok, I really didn't get into detail in the first chapter about anything, I just wrote. But anyways, it might take time for each update to come with report cards coming…
Disclaimer: Trust me, if I owned John or Randy, I wouldn't be writing about screwing them, I'd be doing that.
Chapter 2
So there goes the feud of me and John. Of course, that wasn't the only reason; Michelle and I were being shipped to Raw the next day. I remember my last night. I was in the locker room watching the matches backstage with some of the other divas. Amazingly, Cena had managed to retain his US Title. I guess I was happy for him. I spent my last moments saying goodbye to everybody, except one person… I had almost gotten away with it, too, until Michelle had pointed out that I was hiding out in the back.
"Eleina!" he called out.
"Damn", I muttered.
Michelle giggled. "Go say bye to your baby", she cooed.
I hit her on her shoulder. "Ow!" she said.
"I'll be back", I said as I trudged off to meet him.
"Hi", he said.
"Hi", I said, confused.
"Well… just wanted ta tell ya bye", he grinned.
I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "Oh I'm sure. Couldn't wait to get rid of me fast enough, could you?"
"Nah, I'll miss you, somehow…" he wondered. Then he looked down at me in malice. "Next time I see you, hopefully you'll be a little more grown up," he smiled, motioning to my chest. I looked down, and then punched him.
"Bastard!" I yelled.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me." He grinned, and then tackled me to the ground. I screamed, then kicked him off, jumped on him, and started punching him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, didn't know you liked it like this," he laughed.
"Boy, you must be on-move!" I said as he tried to keep me on top of him. I got up, and whip lashed him with my foot, knocking him back onto the ground.
"Owwww…" he groaned.
"Haven't you learned not to fuck with me? Jeez, talk about hardheaded," I laughed. He rubbed his jaw.
"Yeah, whatever, just help me up, will ya?"
I put my hands on my hips, and leaned down, coyly batting my eyelashes. "And why should I?" I asked sweetly.
"Why else? Cuz I fuckin well said so. Now help me up!"
"I don't like that tone of voice… So, until you say the magic words, I won't help you." I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Fine. Please help me up."
I held my ear out. "Don't act like you don't know the drill. Please…"
He sighed. "Please help me up, oh Queen of Beauty and Grace," he said.
"Thank you, thank you, my loyal, albeit jackass subject." I held out my hand to him. But, instead of getting up, he pulled me down with him. I groaned as my back hit the hard floor. I kicked him.
"Stupid fucker, I was helping you!"
"I know. But I love annoying you."
I sucked my teeth. "Thank God I won't have to deal with your Vanilla-Ice wannabe ass anymore."
"Hey, nobody's happier than me getting rid of ya. But I will miss kickin your ass all the time."
I propped my head on my hand, turning to face him. "You know, that's real funny, cos' if I remember correctly, weren't you the one who almost lost your belt because I beat your ass so badly the night before, you weren't sure if you could wrestle again?"
"Weren't you the one who almost lost your…" he mimicked. "Stupid fuckin she-devil."
"Awww, I love you, too!"
I laughed as he made a puking motion. Suddenly, a shadow appeared overhead. "Hey, sorry to interrupt the tearful last goodbyes, but we have a plane to catch," Michelle smirked.
"Tearful goodbyes my ass. More like tears of joy and happiness."
"I'll miss you, too, Leina." John pushed out his hand for me to shake. I stuck mine out, and then pulled it back.
"Ouchies, rejected," Michelle smiled. I turned to leave. "So long, dipshit!"
"Bye, you crazy whore!" He shouted back.
I laughed. On the ride to the airport, I wondered what would have happened if I had stayed. If anything would change between he and I. Had I stayed, would our… well, it wasn't a friendship, but whatever it was, would it have grown? I doubt it, but I wouldn't have minded. Wait, what am I saying? I'm supposed to hate him! But do I really? Whatever. I guess we'll never know…