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CHAPTER SIX
Later that evening, we had finally arrived in Toronto after a torturous flight. It was only a couple of hours flying, but it felt like days to me, as I hate flying of any kind, and what was left of my hangover didn't make matters any better.
I was just stepping out of the shower when I heard my cell phone being to ring. I rolled my eyes and wrapped a towel around my body. I walked over and picked my small phone up off of the bed. I flipped it open and looked at the caller ID. I didn't reconize the number. I sighed, thinking it was the wrong number and held it to my ear.
"Hello?" I said in a slightly frustrated tone. I hate wrong numbers.
"Hey, that's a friendly greeting." a deep male voice answered me.
I frowned. "Who is this?"
"Charming." the man said. "After all this time, you don't know who I am? And I thought we were making progress."
I let out a frustrated sigh. "Look, I'm not in the mood to be messed around, so either tell me who you are or leave me alone."
The guy on the other end of the phone just laughed. "Okay, okay. I'll give you a clue." he said, clearing his throat. "The Champ is here."
I was puzzled at first and then it dawned on me. "Cena?"
"The one and only, baby." John laughed.
I rolled my eyes. "What do you want?"
"Well, you told me to call you earlier and see if you wanted to go out with me."
"Oh...yeah, right." I said, placing my hand on my forehead. "I totally forgot about that."
I heard John laugh slightly before he spoke. "So, you up for it or not?"
I paused for a second to think it over. Should I go? I mean, he deserves one chance to change my mind about him, doesn't he? I should at least try and make the effort to get to know him a little before I judge him? And if he doesn't impress me and I still feel the same about him, then he said he would leave me alone, so what did I really have to lose?
"Yo! Earth to Rebekah! You still with us, girl?" John's voice said, breaking me from my thoughts.
"Huh? Oh, yeah." I said. "Well, I guess we could go for a quick drink down in the hotel bar." I suggested.
"Sounds good to me." John replied. "Meet you down there in an hour?"
I paused again. "Sure, I'll see you then." I answered, before hanging up. I was still pretty hungover from the night before but, I was a woman of my word and that wasn't about to change now.
The elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open. I stepped out on to the ground floor and made my way towards the bar. I wouldn't say I was looking forward to this at all. This was Cena. I couldn't be in a room for five minutes with him without some kind of argument starting up and I wasn't holding any hopes of tonight being any different.
When I entered the hotel bar, I scanned the place quickly looking for John. I frowned upon not seeing him in there. I sighed and made my way towards the bar.
"You've got fifteen minutes to show up, Cena, or I'm leaving." I mummbled to myself, taking a seat at the bar and ordering myself a drink. I ordered an orange juice due to the fact that I still had a semi-hangover and I had been drinking way too much lately anyway.
After fifteen minutes, Cena was still not there and I was starting to get frustrated. I looked down at my watch. It was getting pretty late. I sighed and decided to give him an extra ten minutes to show. I don't know why I gave him so much opportunity to turn up. I could have just left there and then. Oh well, I guess I was in a generous mood. I laid my head on the table and stared ahead of me.
"Just leave, Rebekah." I murmured to myself. "Why are you waiting on the guy anyway?"
"That's nice, you didn't even wait for me to start the converstation." I heard a voice say from behind me.
My head rose and looked up to see Cena smirking at me. "You're late." I said sternly.
"I know, sorry about that." John said, taking a seat beside me.
"What? Did you get lost between here and the elevator?" I asked sarcastically.
"Hey, I thought this evening was about us getting along?" he questionned, ordering a drink.
I just sighed and sat up straight. "Fine." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Yah know, I didn't think actually you'd show." John said after a few minutes of scilence.
"I said I would, didn't I?" I replied. "I don't say what I don't mean."
"That's a good thing." he said, taking a gulp of his drink.
I just snickered and shrugged, "I guess."
"No, really." John insisted. "People shouldn't say stuff they ain't gonna do."
I laughed. "I'm not one to go back on my word. If I say I'll do something, only death itself will stop me from doing it."
John chuckled. "See, we do have something in common then."
I looked over at him and rolled my eyes, with a faint smile touching my lips. "It's still early."
"Hey, I got a question." John suddenly exclaimed, turning in his chair to look at me.
"Shoot." I said, glancing at him briefly.
"What exactly is your problem with me?" he asked, but before I could answer, he held his hand up and started talking again. "I know, I know. You think I'm a hoodrat. But what's really so wrong with that? It's not like I go around beating people up on the streets or carry guns or anything like that."
It took me a few seconds to think of an answer. It dawned on me that he was right. He wasn't a gangster or anything like that, so why did he irrate me so much? Despite what I thought of him, John would never use a gun on a person or anything like that. Not like many rappers or people from the hip-hop community do. He was by no means innocent, but then again, neither was I. Is anyone really that innocent?
I suddenly realized that I hadn't answered John's question and looked at him. "I don't know." I shrugged. "I think it's just you're whole attitude. I wasn't brought up around people that curse or dress the way you do. Maybe I'm wrong? Maybe I'm just not used to it? Who knows?" I said, turned away to look ahead of me again.
John didn't say anything to that. He just watched me. I don't think he was quite expecting me to say that. To basically admit that he was right and I could be wrong about him. I think he was half expecting an argument.
"At least that proves my point." I spoke, breaking the scilence. "I said I wouldn't argue with you, and, for tonight, I won't."
John just laughed and shook his head at me. "A'ight. But if you do I get to keep that ten bucks I owe you." I laughed slightly. "Ah, see, I made you laugh. Someone who can make you laugh can't be that bad, right?"
"We'll see." I smiled. "Any other questions on your mind?"
"As a matter of fact, I do have a few questions for you." he began.
"Well I've got the answers." I said, causing him to laugh.
This night was about to get interesting. It's like I was sat here with a completely different person. I kept having to glance over to make sure it was still John Cena sitting next to me. Or maybe the John in my head is the one that's a completely different person? Or maybe he doesn't even exist? Only time would tell. The night was still young.
Well, another chapter done! Hope y'all liked. R&R peeps!
