The One

Chapter Twelve: Regrets...

Interesting how things wound up.. He had in fact loved her for years now.. Or well, at least he had a crush on her for years. Love came later. And now? Now she was leaving him.. Leaving him for Randy Orton. Not that she was his, but.. Part of him wished to call her his more than anything else. While the other part was telling him that it was no use... She'd never love him and she'd always keep breaking his heart by walking out of his life and into the arms of Randy Orton. He bitterly thought that he should be used to this treatment by now. Sure she said she loved him, but what did that mean? There are two kinds of love.. And he was pretty sure that she didn't mean the love he felt for her. He blinked as he stared at her; she was still there.. To say that he was shocked to see her still there was an understatement.. Now he was starting to wonder if this was all a dream.. He was sure she was going to leave, but she still stood before him. Then he felt awkward as she tried to restrain the tears that seemed to want to pour out of her hazel eyes..

"Aren't you going to say anything? Like.. I love you too? I feel the same way? Or don't you love me any more.. John?" Amy asked sadly.

John blinked, "What?"

"Oh, god.." Amy muttered under her breath before she shook her head. "This was a mistake.. Telling you how I feel, obviously you don't feel the same way.. And I've just made a fool out of myself by telling you.. Damnit, why didn't I see this? You're in love with Torrie--"

"Whoa, whoa.. Who said I was in love with Torrie?" John interrupted.

Amy hadn't heard him as she kept rambling on and on about how stupid she was. John stared at her as she walked toward the door, grabbing her jacket as she did so.. The dark haired wrestler continued to watch her, unknowing moving closer to her as she stood at the door muttering to herself. He took a deep breath, grabbing the redhead's shoulders to spin her around to face him. Blue eyes locked with un-expecting hazel..

"I love you too.." He whispered.

Next thing he knew he had pressed her up against the door, causing it to slam shut, and his lips were locked on hers. His hands rested on the door while her hands immediately flew up to cup his face in her hands.. The redhead's hips moved off the door as John's arms moved down to her waist. In a swift motion he lifted her off her feet, her legs wrapping around his waist as he held her up against the door of the hotel room.. He kissed her with such passion that he almost surprised himself as he hungrily kissed her.. His hands all over her body as he pressed her back to the door. The thought that Randy could hear this made it that much better.. To say that he would be glad if Randy found out that they were doing this was an understatement.. It almost seemed that he lived to piss Randy off.

-x-

Sweat covered most of his upper body, the dark haired wrestler running a hand down his face before he glared at his side.. Damnit. He'd been dreaming.. Again. He figured he ought to know the difference between a dream and reality, being that this was the sixth night in a row that he'd had that dream. Swallowing hard he sat up slowly, glaring around the hotel room for any sign of life.. Though there wasn't any. He sighed, wishing that he could just pick up his cell phone and call her right now. But she was pretty mad at him at the moment.. He and his temper, he had lost it that night. Still, it ate away at him what he did to her.. She didn't deserve to be treated like that...

Flashback

Randy taking James from Amy's arms as she walked to the door. Amy allowing Randy to leave first before she turned to look at John.. Without thinking she whispered the words that he so desperately wanted to hear…

"I love you, John."

He stood in silence, dumbfounded you could say. Saying nothing, feeling a warm sensational feeling in his stomach.. She loved him. He could just take her in his arms and kiss her until his lips grew sore. Though before he could make so much of a move she started out the door. His heart sank at the site, she was going back to Randy and he couldn't do a damn thing about it.. Or could he? Well, not that he really wanted to do anything rash, but he found himself grabbing the redhead's arm and yanking her back. The diva stared at him, blinking with great confusion. She opened her mouth to question him, but he beat her to the chase.

"You're jus' goin' to leave? Jus' like that? Go back to that fuckin' playboy like you hadn't even said anythin' to me?" John questioned, his grip on her arm tightening as he spoke.

"John--"

"No, I've been patient with you.. I've told you how I feel, I want to be with you, Amy! But you keep pushin' me away.. Playin' mind games wit' me! What the hell is your problem? Do you enjoy torturing me? Do you enjoy seeing me in pain? Huh, do you Amy? Do you want to see me cry or somethin'?" John snapped.

"JOHN--"

"NO! It's my time to talk, you've had your time to say.. I love you, but Randy.. Well fuck Randy.. Orton chases everythin' in a skirt, you really think he loves you?" John snarled, tears slowly forming in her eyes. "Do you really think Randy Orton is capable of lovin' anythin' but himself? I love you Amy, and you keep pushing me away.. You keep tellin' me that we can't be together.. Everythin' is a mistake to you.. Next you'll say that tellin' me that you love me was a mistake too - won't you?"

"No..." Amy whispered.

"Hmm? What did you say, I can't hear you." John yelled.

"I said NO!" Amy screamed at him, tears streaming down her face.

Upon hearing the shouts and crying coming from the hotel room.. Randy assumed something must be wrong, the Saint Louis native hurried into the hotel room. Confused at the scene before his eyes.. Amy crying, John looking pissed off... The older man's hand was gripping onto her arm, from Randy's point of view it looked like he was holding onto it pretty hard as the diva's skin was visibly caving underneath the force his hand was putting on her arm.

"John, what the hell are you doing?" Randy questioned angrily. "Let go of her!"

John glared over at Randy, then at the diva.. The expression on Randy's face was priceless, though he wasn't really enjoying hurting the diva.. He did, however, enjoy the look on the third generation superstar's face. Though John frowned at the appearance of the diva, her knees buckling as she tried to contain her tears.. Her face was as red as her hair, her hand was gripping on his wrist.. He hadn't even noticed until now..

"Let go.." Amy begged quietly.

"JOHN!" Randy shouted, as if he were deep into thought.

His hand quickly left her arm, his breathing heavy as he backed away from her, the divas arms quickly going around herself while Randy quickly rushed to her side. The taller man muttering questions of concern to the redhead as he kneeled down so that he was at somewhat eye level with the diva.

"Honey, are you okay?" Randy asked quietly.

The diva nodded slowly, wiping away her tears as Randy stood. He took her hand, letting her straighten herself up before wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leading her out of the hotel room. Randy shot a dirty look at John, who simply stared.

"I hope you're happy, asshole.. I don't want you near my fiancé ever again." Randy spat.

John only stood there.. Still trying to catch his breath and trying to analyze what he had just done.. After the hotel room door slammed shut John snapped out of his thoughts, his breath growing heavier as he thought about what had just happened...

"Oh god.." John muttered, running a hand down his face. "I hurt her.."

End Flashback

He splashed water in his face, leaning forward as he rested his hands on the skin. The memory of what had occurred six nights ago still imprinting into his mind.. He hadn't dared call the redhead, nor did he dare to contact any of her friends. They were, most likely, pissed off at him for hurting her.. Though he was sure some of them would understand, she pushed him over the edge. He was sick of being toyed with, but that cost him.. Big time. He'd gotten a few calls from Trish, though he didn't pick up the phone.. The blonde leaving messages, telling him to call her as soon as possible every time. He wasn't sure why she didn't just leave him a message, screaming at him for what he had done to Amy. Dawn had done that, the brunette now had a new reason to hate him. He wasn't really sure why, but both Adam and Chris Jericho had called him. Jericho leaving a simple message telling him that he wasn't 'mad' at him for what he did, that he understood that he was stressed out and that shit happens. But Adam pretty much stated that he needed to talk to him about what had happened. The only people he had talked to in the past six days was Vince, Stephanie, Shane, Marc and Hunter. But he'd only talked to Vince, Stephanie and Shane to tell them he wasn't going to be able to work because of personal reasons. He had called Marc, his cousin, and Hunter, a good friend of his, to ask them for some advice. Both had been very helpful, though it was Hunter who advised him to give Randy and Amy some space. Though Hunter was still good friends with Randy as well, he wasn't really sure who Hunter was backing in the end.

Who was to say he could trust Hunter to be a real friend? His advice seemed good, though he wasn't exactly sure that Hunter wasn't just saying it so that Randy could have his way with Amy. Either or, John thought it best to keep some distance from the couple. It wasn't easy, but he felt it necessary to take some time off and think things over. He was hoping that he could say sorry to the diva, if only to say that and only that.. He'd be content. He still loved her, but.. He was still a little concerned that her mind games were not over. One thing he truly regretted was letting them get to him.. But he could not change the past. If he could he would have never called Randy and told him to come to that nightclub. Then, maybe, just maybe, he would have Amy to himself now. Though there was no say for sure of that. Therefore, he looked ahead to the future.. Only time could say what was to happen to his relationship with Amy.

-x-

"How's your arm?" Randy asked softly.

"Randy.. It's fine. I'm not hurt--"

"He held it pretty tight, Ames.. That asshole, he hasn't even shown his face since that.. Bet he committed suicide." Randy interrupted, narrowing his eyes at the thought of John.

Amy slapped his arm, "Don't talk like that! John did not commit suicide."

"Amy, he hurt you.. How can you defend him after what he did?" Randy snapped, rubbing his arm as he did so.

Amy sighed, crossing her arms as she shook her head. The diva watching Dawn and Jason bond with James.. Dawn sure did love the little boy, Jason seemed to take well to him. Though, Jason made sure to warn Dawn that they were not going to have children yet. Randy stared at her, as if he was trying to figure her out. The past six days whenever John was mentioned she defended him. Either saying that he was not in the right state of mind or that he had a bad temper and that she'd been playing with his mind lately. Though she hadn't really said anything else than that. Most people had learned to not talk about John in front of her.. But Randy didn't hesitate. That was the sole reason why she was distant with him.. She didn't want to hear about John. Not that she didn't like him or that she was mad at him, but because she was sick of hearing that he was an asshole or a jerk.

"Amy..." Randy began slowly, grabbing the diva's attention. "What's up? Is there something you want to tell me... I mean you've been really distant.. Are you mad at me or something?"

"Mad?" Amy echoed. "Randy, all you do is talk about John. I just get sick of hearing about it.. I'm not mad at him for what he did.. I pushed him over the edge, I shouldn't have toyed with his mind like that. I just wish I could talk to him - tell him I'm sorry for being a bitch."

"You were not a bitch, he was an asshole! He may as well have hit you - or wait, you probably would have said that he had a bad temper and that you deserved it!" Randy hissed. "You did not deserve to be treated like that, you should know that better than anyone else! Or maybe.. Maybe you aren't feeling that you deserved it? Maybe you love him? Maybe you want to be with him? Well if you do the door is wide open Amy! But I swear, you leave me for that piece of shit and I won't be here when you come crawling back."

Amy stared at him, enable to say a word at his sudden words.. What he was suddenly accusing her of what she was feeling or thinking.. She was really starting to wonder if her luck with tempered men would get any better. John had lashed out at her six days ago, and now Randy was. She simply shook her head, tossing her arms up before she started to walk away.

"AMY! Don't you walk away from me! I… You can't hide the truth from me forever!" Randy snapped as he followed her. "Amy… You can't even tell me how you feel about him? Can you tell me that you truly love me?"

The diva stopped, whirling around to face him. She was very aware that both Dawn and Jason were watching them. Though she truly didn't care.

"I can tell you one thing, Randy.. I regret a lot of things.. I regret being a bitch and playing mind games with John.. And you. I know I'm not easy to deal with, I'm… I'm scared that you don't love me, that John doesn't love me… And I don't even know why. I was perfectly fine when I was alone and single! But now… Now I'm stuck between the two of you. And all you guys can say is that I can't hide from the truth!" Amy started. "Well, I'm not hiding from anything. I told you I loved you.. And I meant it, but sometimes.. It's really hard to love you when you're being an asshole!"

"Amy--" Randy paused. "I… I'm afraid that you love him, I could never bare it if you did.. Because I love you more than life itself. I just want to know how you feel… I want to know that you're not in love with him and that you love me and only me."

"Things were - and always will be - easier without you or John… I.. I think I need some space. To think over everything. I need to know where I stand in everything.. I want to be happy with who I'm with.. And this, this 'love-triangle'… It isn't working for me, Randy." Amy replied. "I don't want you to find me, I don't want you to call me.. I don't want you to contact me at all, I need time away.. I hope you understand."

Randy nodded slowly, "I do… Just… Don't be too long, ok?"

"Ok."

To Be Continued…

A/N: It has been a LONG time! (tear) I felt really bad making John an ass like that, but.. John isn't perfect, and I needed to stress that a little.. Or well, a lot. I also wanted to reveal his temper - though I hadn't really stressed it much in the last chapters at all, but.. The way I'm writing it is that he doesn't have a short fuse. I will try my BEST to update again soon.. I'm still pending upon who Amy should wind up with.. And no, Randy has not told her about Trish yet. So, let's see what happens with that.. Thanks in advance to those who take the time to review.. You truly make my day by reviewing. Even if it is a few simple words.