CHAPTER THREE

Later that evening I got a phone call from Randy. We arranged to meet at my room and go from there to this little bar I knew on the edge of town. I was already having my doubts, considering what happened the last time I went to a bar. But at least I'd be with Randy, he was my best friend and I trusted him to keep me under control.

I had also managed to push mine and Randy's converstation about John out of my mind. I was being stupid. I didn't care enough about John to worry about the whole situation. It was over and done with. Why should I try to talk to John about anything? For his sake? I didn't owe him a damn thing.

I was in the bathroom getting ready, I wasn't in the mood to dress up in anything special so I just threw a pair of baggy jeans and a black, long-sleeved shirt with a red skull logo on the front, when I heard a knock on my hotel room door. I rolled my eyes and laid down my eyeliner pencil.

"You're early, Randy!" I yelled as I walked towards the door. In all the time I had known Randy, he was always at least a half hour early for everything he did, which wasn't good for me, since I was always about a half hour late for everything I did. I unlocked the door and slowly pulled it open, and was horrified at who I saw standing there. It was definitely not Randy Orton, that's for sure.

"What the hell do you want?" I impatiently asked.

"Hey, baby." John smiled. "Nice to see you, too."

"What do you want, John?" I repeated. "I haven't got the time for this."

"I heard." he laughed. "Expecting Randy?"

"I don't know what that has to do with you, but yes, I am." I said sternly. "And he is going to be here any minute, so whatever you want, make it quick." I glared at him, walking over to the small coffee table in the center of the room, picking up my cell phone and room key, stuffing them into my pockets.

"I just wanted to come and see how you were doing." he said, stepping into the room further.

"You came to see how I was?" I snickered, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah." he insisted. "I haven't seen you since that night..."

"If that's what you came here to talk about, you're wasting your time, Cena." I interupted.

"Oh, c'mon, Be--Rebekah, don't you think we should at least talk about what happened?" he suggested.

"No." I replied firmly. "There's nothing to say, John. It happened, it's over. Just forget it and move on. And if I did want to talk about it, it certainly wouldn't be with you."

"So you can just forget it, can yah?" he asked. "Pretend nothing ever happened?"

"Yes, John, I can." I said, starting to get irritated. "That night meant different things to us. You make no secret of the fact that you like me, John, and for you, that night probably meant something. But for me, it was just a stupid, drunken mistake that meant nothing whatsoever. Heck, I don't even remember most of it! To me, nothing did happen. Face it, I just don't feel about you the way that you feel about me, and I never will." I explained. "Just accept that it's never going to happen and move on."

For a second a saddened expression swept across John's face, but it soon disappeared and his stormy blue eyes locked onto mine, narrowing slightly at me.

"As long as I know where I stand." he shrugged. I sensed a slightly bitterness in his voice as he turned and walked out of my hotel room, closing the door behind him.

A sudden feeling of regret came over me as I heard the door slam shut. I instantly felt awful for what I had said to John. I hated myself for being so inconsiderate of his feelings, and I wished at that moment I could turn back time and put it in a gentler way.

What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I all of a sudden concerned about John's feelings? I had said some horrible things to him in the past, and I hadn't felt the slightest remorse afterwards, but something was different now. This time it was his feelings I was messing with. Before, he would just laugh off my insults, and would even throw some back at me, but the things I said had never seemed to effect him in the past. It was all like water off a ducks back with John. Nothing I said got to him. It was all just like a big joke to him. He had it in his head that it was just me playing "hard to get". But this time, that look on his face after I had said those cruel things to him, filled me with a deep feeling of remorse, maybe even saddness, and it left me feeling like a total bitch. I suddenly felt the urge to go and find John to apologize, but my pride wouldn't let me do that. Like he said, at least now he knows how things are and where he stands. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe now he can stop harbouring this absurd infatuation with me, because I would never, in a million years, feel the same way that he does about me. It's best to put a stop to these things before they get out of hand, right? But why did I still feel terrible about it?

There came another knock on my door, quickly snapping me out of my thoughts. I took a breath and walked towards it. I stopped in front of the door for a second, taking another breath, before pulling it open.

"Hey, Beck." Randy greeted me with a smirk. "You ready to go?"

I smiled back at him. I couldn't think about this John thing just yet. Who knows how long it would be until Raw and Smackdown's schedules crossed again. This may be the last time I'd be seeing Randy in a while. And after the week I'd had, I certainly needed some fun and relaxation.

"Yeah." I replied after a few seconds. "Just let me get my shoes on and we can get going."