A/N: Hey, everyone. So I'm back and writing like crazy. Thanks again for reviewing and I do hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 15

"Ignored"

It is finally Valentine's Day, a day in which Trish never really looks forward to anymore not until knowing how unsuccessful she is when it comes to relationships and love. While getting up real early in the morning to face another day, Trish suddenly realized that it is in fact Valentine's Day and what she experienced last night was no a dream. She got out of bed, and on her way towards the bathroom, she noticed a paper slid under the door. Furrowing her eyebrows, Trish in short shorts and a simple pink tee, walks near it and picks up the folded paper.

"Morning, beautiful." It first reads as a smile crept over her face. "Meet me downstairs at 9. Oh, and Happy Valentine's Day. Breakfast is on me" – John.

Trish suddenly felt a lump forming in her throat as she opened the door to her hotel room and noticed a cart filled with food. While pulling the cart inside and taking a bite off the bread, Trish looked at the clock and she had two hours to get ready. Panicking, Trish grabs her cell phone from her purse and dials the number. "Amy, thank God you picked up!" She gasps in relief after several rings before her voice message went on, "I need your help."

Amy yawns from the other line. "What's up?"

"Get your ass in my room right now." Trish says urgently. "It's an emergency. But give me like 15 minutes." Without waiting for her response, the blonde quickly hangs up the phone and rushes inside the bathroom. Just as she begins to run the water, there was a sudden knock on the door. Groaning, Trish turns it off and runs out to answer it. "I said in 15 minutes," she muttered while swinging the door open. But instead of seeing Amy on the other side it was none other than Randy. "Oh, hey." Her voice softens. "What are you doing here?"

"Did I come by in a bad time?" He asks, noticing the annoyed look on her face.

"Well, yeah I was about to take a shower actually."

"Oh…" Randy bit his lip in embarrassment. "I'm sorry I should have called to let you know I was coming by…"

"Don't worry about it," she reassures him with a warm smile. "Do you need anything?"

"Yeah," he scratches the back of his neck uneasily with a slight groan, "Happy Valentine's Day." Trish rolls her eyes and smirks. "But anyway, I was wondering if you want to hang out today. Go out and eat…maybe catch a movie."

Trish pursed her lips. "I'd love to but I can't. I actually have plans today."

"Oh…" Randy frowns in response. He suddenly felt pathetic for even asking. "Well, that's okay. So where you going?"

The blonde averts from his gaze and chuckles at the thought. "Umm…John Cena is taking me out."

"On a date?" Randy questions in disbelief.

"Yeah…" Trish coyly grins, "Well I don't know if it's an actual date date." The self-proclaimed legend killer lifted an eyebrow. "John said that Valentine's Day could be a friendship thing and he so he asked me out."

"Oh…well that's good." Randy could feel his heart drop in disappointment as a soft sigh escaped from his lips. He had no idea John had plans for Trish that day and he was more so surprised that Trish offered to go out on a day that she never looks forward to nor have plans to celebrate it. "I guess I'll see you whenever…"

"I don't think this date will last the whole day…so maybe we can meet up later?"

Randy nods his head, suddenly feeling better. "Sure, I'd like that."

"Okay, well I'll see you later around 7?"

"Yeah, why won't I just meet you in front of the Hard Rock Cafe?"

"Okay," Trish smiles now in a hurry to go and take a shower, "I'll meet you there then. Bye, Randy." The blonde shuts the door and immediately goes back to business.

After a quick shower, which lasted briefly 15 minutes, Amy arrived just in time as Trish puts on a robe with the towel wrapped around her hair and answers the door. "Thanks for coming." She steps aside and allows the tired redhead in.

"This better be important." Amy mumbled, yawning as she makes her way towards Trish's bed.

"It is," Trish grabs a chair nearby and sits right in front of her. "Last night at the gym…John Cena showed up and asked me to be his Valentine."

Amy's eyes suddenly grew larger, "And?"

"Well…" Trish bit her lip with a slight shrug on the shoulder, "I said yes…"

"But why?"

The blonde wrinkles her forehead due to Amy's resentment. "John convinced me that Valentine's Day could be a friendship thing and so I thought okay why not. Plus, it'd be interesting to see what he comes up with when he takes me out."

Amy studies her Canadian friend carefully. "You like him."

"No," Trish groans, "it's not like that at all."

"Just admit it." The redhead argues back with a smirk. "It's no longer a big secret."

"I don't like him like that."

"Not even just a little bit?" There was a small pause as Trish looks down and sighs. "See…you do have feelings for him. I mean you asked me to come over here to help you get ready right?"

"Well…yeah." Trish coyly responds. "I'm kind of nervous. I mean…it's John Cena we're talking about here. He's supposed to be intimated by me, but now it's the other way around and I don't know why I even care about how I look in front of him!"

A grin crosses Amy's face. "That's easy, Trish. You like him."

The blonde Canadian deeply sighs. "Yeah, I was afraid that…"

"And there's nothing wrong with that."

"Amy, there are a million reasons why liking John Cena is wrong! I can't be attracted to him I just can't!"

Amy tilts her head to the side, "But…"

"But…" A heavy sigh escaped from her lips, "John amazes me…and he doesn't give up. Sending me those gorgeous flowers is a plus."

Amy could feel a lump forming in her throat. 'Damn it, Randy. You're supposed to tell her.' She thought in disappointment. Although it isn't her place to say, Amy felt that her best friend deserved to know. "Trish, about those flowers…"

"Ah, shit what time is it?" The blonde interrupts her as she grabs Amy's wrist to read the time in her watch. "Oh man, I need you to help me with my hair, make-up, and outfit. QUICK! I have like an hour and a half left!"

"Sheesh, the last time you were like this was when Jeff Hardy--"

"Don't even mention his name." Trish retorts as Amy nods her head apologetically.

"Sorry…"

"That's fine, let's just get to business."

An hour has gone by as Amy reached the lobby of the hotel they were staying in. Randy noticed the redhead appearing from the elevators as he casually walks over to her. "Hey…"

The redhead looks up at him and yawns. "Oh hey, Randy what's up?"

"What are you doing up?" He smirked, noticing the fatigue look on her eyes. "You seem tired…"

"I am, thanks to Trish." Amy grunted. "Did you know she has a date with John today?"

"Yeah, I heard."

"And you're okay with that?"

Randy rolls his eyes. "Amy, how many times do we have to go over this?"

"I don't know. Probably until you tell Trish the truth." Randy furrowed his eyebrows. "You didn't even tell her about the flowers did you?"

"Well I'm not going to, Amy."

The redhead looks down and sighs. "Fine, whatever. Your lost."

"What does that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not sure," Amy stops on the middle of the room as she looks over her shoulder, "but you'll see sooner or later."

After agreeing on an outfit that Amy lay out on the bed for her, Trish puts on a simple pair of dark faded jeans, a black halter top and a light brown jacket over it with a matching hat and shades that covered her eyes. While adding another coat of shiny gloss, and putting the last touches on make-up Trish glances over at the mirror before grabbing her purse and exiting the room. As soon as she reached the first floor, Trish expected John to be there at 9 just as he stated on the note but instead finds none other than her good friend Dave Batista.

"Morning, Trish. You look very lovely today." He commented, allowing the blonde Canadian to raise an eyebrow.

"Uh thanks, Dave." She weakly smiles, "Have you seen John? He was supposed to meet me here."

"Well, he sent me over to give you this." Dave hands her another note.

Trish takes it from him and reads, "Take a taxi and meet me at Central Park." Dave could already see the fury in her eyes. "I'll see you there!"

Her mouth fell open in disgust as she crumples the paper and tosses it over to Dave. "Who the hell does he think he is!" Trish shot back angrily.

The self-proclaimed animal winced at her sudden anger. "Yeah I kind of warmed him that you'll most likely react this way, but you should do what it says."

Trish narrows her eyes at him. "You think I'm stupid? I agreed to be his Valentine and go on this date and this is how he goes about it?" The blonde groans out of frustration. "You know, I should have known that it's all a game to John Cena."

Dave smirks. "Look, Trish you're doing the right thing in giving our boy a chance here." She rolls her eyes. "He planned this all last night. "

"Yeah, I bet." She scoffed, "By hiring a taxi cab."

"Just do it." He groans irritably as the blonde bit her lip and sighs. "Trust me you won't regret it."

"You better be right about this." Trish snatches the note back from him and makes her way outside the hotel.

As soon as the taxi driver arrived at Central Park where it was a cold and windy outside, he kindly pulls over at the curb and hands her another note from John Cena but this time it included a single rose. Trish weakly smiles as she accepts and reads, 'Meet me at the lake' – John. The blonde Canadian reaches over and hands the taxi driver cash from her back pocket. "Don't worry about it," he brushes off the offer with a smile, "it's already paid for."

'Well, I supposed John isn't a complete asshole.' She thought as she thanked the taxi driver on the way out. Trish shuts the door and begins walking in the dreaded cold. She folds her arms across her chest while looking down and shivering. As the Blonde native walks further and further into Central Park, there by the Lake she spotted none other than John Cena wearing a hoodie and his jean shorts.

"Are you fuckin' insane!" Trish retorts upon her approach as she stood right in front of him, the wind carrying her hair from behind her. "Is this your idea of a date!"

"Calm down, Trish. By the way, you look nice."

"Calm down?" She yells out as a smirk crosses John's face. "First you rented out a taxi cab, and then you make me walk all the way here in the freezing cold! What are you trying to do huh?"

John Cena looks at her while crossing his arms. "I just wanted to see if you would really do it."

"What?" Her lips slightly parted. "So this was a game to you?"

"No." He groans as he adjusted his cap. "You see, Trish…ever since I got here you resented me all this time. You try to push me away and you never really give me the chance to show you the kind of person I really am."

"Why do you think I'm here?" She scoffs while throwing her hands up in the air. "And by the way, I look more than just nice. I look great! It took me so damn long to get ready."

This made John Cena smile. Just the thought of Trish trying to look her best in front of him was quite rewarding even thought she didn't have to try. To him, she was naturally beautiful.

She chuckled while nodding her head in dismay. "So you got another test for me or are you finally convinced that I am in fact trying to give you a chance here?"

"Well…there is one more."

Trish lifted an eyebrow, "Oh?"

"Uh huh," he grins. "We're going golfing."

Darkness has fallen over New York City as Randy Orton waits patiently for Trish's arrival in front of the Hard Rock Café. He takes another quick glance at his watch as it reads 7:30pm. "She's only thirty minutes late." The self-proclaimed legend killer thought as he makes his way inside the restaurant to stay cool.

Once inside, the place was completely packed. He was first in line, but after a few moments, more customers entered the restaurant as a line forms behind him. As he was approached by a waiter, Randy looks further inside the room and heard a familiar, high pitched laughter nearby. He turns to the direction it was coming from and to his surprise spotted two of his best friends having dinner together. His heart instantly dropped at the sight of them as his eyes widen. "Sir," the waiter waits for his response, "I said right this way."

Randy blinked a few times, hoping he was only seeing things. But the fact that Trish has forgotten to meet with him just as she said she would was a slap to the face. Sighing deeply, Randy turns around while passing a few customers behind him before exiting out the door.

A/N: Dun. Dun. Dun. Please…pretty please let me know what you think and I'll give you another update. Later.