CHAPTER SEVEN

Me and John left the hotel bar at around midnight. The evening had certainly not gone as bad as I thought. John was actually quite a funny guy. He made me laugh all night. I liked a person with a sense of humor. And he was certainly very sweet, I don't think I paid for anything the entire night. I was starting to see that maybe first impressions weren't always right. Maybe I had been wrong about Cena. Although, he could have just been being nice to me tonight...this might not be who he really is and I might have been right all along. I knew that it was going to take more than one night to change my whole view on him, but I was willing to give him more of a chance.

We reached my floor and I stepped out of the elevator, with John following me. I turned my head and looked at him. He had a slight smile on his face and his eyes had a strange sparkle in them. I just stared at him for a moment. This was the first time I'd ever actually noticed his eyes before. They were a beautiful shade of blue and were full of happiness. I came to my senses, shaking my head and looking away from him.

"You know, you don't have to walk with me." I said.

"I know I don't have to." he glanced at me as we walked. "I want to. Besides, I'm only one floor above you, it's hardly gonna take me long to get to my room, is it?"

I laughed softly. "I guess not."

"And you never know who's hiding around the corner." he said, nudging me slightly, causing me to laugh even more.

I stopped in front of my door and pulled my key from my pocket. I slid it into the lock and turned it, pushing the door open and looking back at John.

"Hey, you did it all by yourself tonight." he smirked.

"Shut up." I said, glaring playfully at him.

John just laughed. "I best be going." he said. John suddenly leaned in close to me and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. I felt my heart start to race and my breathing grew deeper. He pulled back a little so that his lips were just inches from mine. "Tonight was fun and I hope we can do it again sometime." he said, smirking slightly. I couldn't speak. I just stood there and gazed at him. "I'll see yah around, baby." he laughed, winking at me before pulling back completely, turning and walking back down the hall towards the stairs.

I just stood there for a little while, watching him as he disappeared around the corner. I shook my head clear and turned, entering my room, closing and locking the door behind me. What was wrong with me? I felt this weird feeling that I couldn't quite put my finger on. Why was I suddenly feeling this way? What had changed? I decided not to analyse it to death and just go to bed. Maybe a good night sleep would help. I removed my jacket and draped it over the back of the couch at the end of my bed. I kicked off my shoes and collapsed down onto my back on the bed. I sighed and closed my eyes.

I had been laying there for a little while when I suddenly heard my cell phone faintly ringing in the distance. I groaned and hauled myself up from the bed and shuffled over to where my jacket was. I reached into one of the pockets and retrieved my phone, flipping it open and holding it to my ear.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey." I heard Randy's familiar voice greet me. "I'm not interupting anything, am I?"

"No." I replied. "What are you doing calling me at twelve-thirty at night?"

"I heard that you were going out with John tonight." he said. I could just tell by the tone that he spoke in that he had that stupid smirk on his face.

"Yeah, no thanks to you obviously setting it up." I retorted. "I hate you, by the way."

I heard Randy laugh slightly. "You're welcome, by the way. So, how did it go?"

"Fine." I merely replied.

"Fine?"

"Yes, Randy, fine."

"Do I not get detail?"

I rolled my eyes, Randy was always one for gossip. "What's there to tell? We went downstairs to the bar, had a few drinks and then he walked me back to my room, and that was it." I explained, conveniently leaving out all the major detail like what fun we'd had and the kiss when we got back up to the room and all the crazy, mixed up feelings I was having.

"Is that all?" Randy questionned.

"Yes, that's all."

"You must think I'm completely stupid if you think I'm falling for that." Randy laughed.

"It's the truth." I insisted.

"Yeah, right." he said. "Tell me whatever it is you're not telling me."

I laughed at the senseless sentence that just came out of his mouth. "It's no big deal." I said. "It's just that...well...I had a good time with John and...at the end of the night..."

"You had a good time? With John? Am I hearing things?"

I laughed sarcastically and said, "No, that's what I said. John's an okay guy, even if he does have bad taste in clothes and music, and is a little on the vulgar side sometimes." I could tell Randy was smirking again, without even having to see him. "You can wipe that dumb smirk off your face right now, Orton." I said.

He laughed. "How did you know?"

"I know you better than you think, Randy." I laughed.

He laughed. "So, you like John now, huh?" he teased.

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to." Randy said. "Aww, that's so cute, Rebekah and John."

"Shut up, Randy." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Hey, wait a second, you were gonna tell me something else." he suddenly said.

"No, I wasn't." I replied, though not sounding too convincing.

"Yes, you were." Randy insisted. "You said that you had a good time with John and that at the end of the night...then I interupted. What happened at the end of the night?"

"Nothing."

"Come on, tell me, Beck." Randy whined.

"Nothing happened."

"Then why were you gonna tell me that something did?"

I was scilent for a few seconds. Randy wasn't going to leave this. "Okay, well, when we got back here to my room, we were saying good-night and then...John...he kissed me...only on the cheek though..."

"Oh, my God." Randy cut me off. "You really do like John, don't you?"

"I didn't say that, Randy..."

"I can hear it in your voice. You do, don't you?" I didn't reply. "You do, you have a thing for John."

"No, I don't. Shut up." I said sternly.

I could hear Randy in a fit of laughter on the other end phone. "You have the hots for John."

"I don't! Shut up, Randy!" I hissed. "I have to go, I'm tired and I'm going to bed."

His laughing eased off. "Okay, okay, but I'm gonna phone you tomorrow and get more details."

"There are no more details, Randy, that's it. I don't like John, just leave it."

He laughed again. "If you say so, Beck."

"I do say so, because it's the truth." I insisted. "Good-night, Randy."

"Night, Beck, speak to you tomorrow." he chuckled.

I hung up the phone and stuffed it back into my jacket pocket. I let out a frustrated grunt and made my way back over to my bed. I pulled the covers back and climbed underneath. Randy was so wrong. He couldn't be more wrong. Of couse I didn't have a thing for John. That's craziness. Me and John? Yeah, right. Ha, pure madness. Although, I couldn't help but think, why did that kiss have such an effect on me? Maybe...no, no, it couldn't be...could it?