CHAPTER FIVE

I woke up the next morning to the sound of someone knocking on my hotel room door. I groaned and threw back the covers. I layed my feet on the cold, wooden floor and felt an immediate shiver pass through my body. I ran a hand through my hair and yawned before standing and shuffled over to the door. I unlocked it and pulled it open. I blinked before focusing my tired eyes on the figure in front of me.

"Hey, Becka." Christy said, in her usual cheerful mood. "I didn't wake you, did I?"

"As a matter of fact, you did." I laughed. "What's up?"

"Nothing important." she said. "I just wanted to see if you were okay."

"I'm fine." I replied hesitantly, stepping aside so she could enter my room, then closing the door behind her. "Why wouldn't I be okay?" I asked.

"No reason." she shrugged.

"I swear, people must think I'm stupid." I said. "Do you think I don't know when you're hiding something?"

Christy laughed. "It's nothing, really. I was just talking to John..."

"Oh geez, there's never a good end to that sentence." I said sarcastically. "What's he been saying to you?"

"Nothing." Christy insisted. "He just mentioned something about making sure you were alright when I saw you next. I thought something might be wrong."

"Nope." I said, walking over to my bag and kneeling on the floor beside it. "Nothing's wrong."

"Okay, well, what did John mean then?" she asked me.

"How the heck am I supposed to know?" I replied, pulling my clothes out of my bag, trying to determine what I was going to where that day.

Christy sighed and rolled her eyes at me. "Anyway, now that I'm here, I'm on my way downstairs for breakfast with Trish and Amy, you coming?"

I stood up, my day's clothes in hand and laid them down on the bed.

"Sure, why not?" I smiled. "Just let me have a shower and a I'll be down."

"Alright." Christy said, as she bounced over to the door. "See you in a little while then."

"Yeah, see yah." I laughed at her excitement as she opened my hotel door and skipped out.

I went downstairs to the hotel restuarant and ate with Christy and the girls before I spotted Randy. He was sitting all on his own at a table at the back of the room. He looked like I felt. I decided to go over and keep him company so I excused myself and made my way over to him.

"Hi." I said, sitting down next to Randy.

"Hey." he smirked at me. "How're you feeling this morning?"

"By the looks of it, the same as you." I snickered.

He chuckled and then held his head. "Ow! No laughing." he said.

I snorted and said, "And no talking too loud."

He snickered. "It's a done deal."

"So, what are you doing down here all on your own?" I asked.

"Well, I'm actually meeting someone." he informed me.

"Oooo, should I make myself scarce?" I teased.

He laughed and then remembered our deal and held his head again "I have to stop doing that."

I laughed and felt the same pain shoot through my own head, causing me to place my hand on my forehead in an attempt to stop it. "Man, we must look like we've just come back from a war."

"See, this is why drinking's bad." he smirked, trying not to laugh.

"Anyway, back to the point, who are you meeting?" I asked.

I was supposed to be meeting John, but it doesn't look like he's coming." Randy explained.

At the mention of John's name, I immediately rose from my chair. "Bye-bye." I said and went to walk away.

Randy rolled his eyes and grabbed my wrist in his hand. "Just sit down, Beck." he said to me.

"I'm not going to stay here if John's going to be here, Randy." I said, trying to free my wrist from his grasp.

"Ah, I can really feel the love, Rebekah." I heard a sarcastic, male voice say from behind me. I turned around to see John Cena smirking back at me.

"I'm out of here." I said, trying to walk off but Randy still had my arm.

"Come on, Beck, stay for five minutes. Please?" Randy asked giving me that puppy-dog look.

I sighed and slumped back into the chair. "Fine, five minutes and then I'm leaving." I said, folding my arms over my chest.

"Splendid." John snorted.

"Shut up, Cena!" I snarled. "I'm not here to talk to you."

"Aww, and there I was feeling special." he said sarcastically.

I didn't bother to answer him, I just made a frustrated noise and turned to face away from him.

"Umm...well, I'm gonna go and get a drink." Randy said, standing up from the table. "Can I trust you two not to kill each other while I'm gone?"

I rolled my eyes at Randy's poor excuse to leave the table and gave him a sarcastic smile.

Perfect! Just perfect! Of all the people in the world to be sitting here with, I get John Cena! Man, someone up there must really hate me. I sighed and glanced over at John. He looked at me and smirked, causing me to roll my eyes and turn away from him again.

"Great, now she's sulking." John mummbled.

"Excuse me?" I said, turning back to him. "I'm not sulking. I just don't want to be sitting here with the likes of you!"

"Then leave." John said.

"Why?" I shot back at him. "Just because you show up, I'm the one that has to leave? I did get here first, you know?"

"Do whatever you want."

"Oh, I'd like to do something alright." I said.

"Why are you always such a bitch?" John asked after a few seconds of scilence.

I snickered. "Maybe it's just the people, or should I say person, I'm around."

"Seriously, you're always such a bitch to me, all the time." John commented.

"Well, you're hardly Mr. Congeniality, are you?" I retorted.

John laughed. "Well, maybe if you actually took the time and talked to me, insults aside, you'd see a different side of me."

"Why would I actually want to do that?" I asked.

John shrugged. "Maybe you'd realize we have more in common than you think we do. Like you and Randy."

"Where the heck is Randy anyway?" I suddenly asked. "How long does it take to get a drink?"

I looked over at the counter, but saw no Randy. John also looked around for him.

"Ah-ha." John exclaimed, pointing to the far end of the room. "I think he's spoilt for choice."

I looked to where John was pointing and saw Randy standing at the vending machines, glancing over and catching my eye. He smirked at me and I narrowed my eyes at him. He winked and looked back at the machine in front of him.

"He's a deadman when I get my hands on him." I said, leaning back into my seat again.

John suddenly picked up a plastic spoon from the table and aimed it. "Think I can hit him from here?"

I laughed slightly and shook my head. "You're kidding me, right?"

"You doubting the Champ?" he asked, looking over at me.

I snickered. "I bet you ten dollars you can't reach him from here." I said, leaning forward in my chair to get a better veiw.

"You're on, Lawson." he said, aiming the spoon again. "Watch and learn."

After a few moments of getting his aim right, he hurled the spoon in Randy's direction. Much to my delight, it missed. It actually wasn't far off from where Randy was standing, but it still missed.

"I hate to say I told you so." I gloated.

"Yeah, yeah." he said. "You caught me on a bad day, that's all. Pure luck."

"Whatever you say." I stood up and pushed my chair under the table. "Tell Randy his five minutes are up."

John just nodded and leaned back.

"Hey!" he suddenly called out as I started to walk away.

"What?" I said, turning around to face him again.

"What'd yah say you come out for a drink with me later?" he suggested.

"Why exactly would I want to do that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

John smirked and shrugged. "C'mon, gimme one chance to convince you I'm a nice guy. If you still think I'm a no-good hoodrat after that, then I'll drop it and leave you alone. Deal?"

I smiled slightly and rolled my eyes. "Well, you do owe me ten bucks anyway, so I might as well spend it on something productive." I pulled a pen from my pocket and scribbled my cell phone number down on the back of his hand. "Call me later and we'll see."

John grinned at me as I turned and walked away.

Well, well, well. That was a different side to John Cena. Maybe he isn't such a bad guy after all. I was certainly about to find out.