CHAPTER EIGHT
The next night I found myself at an arena where a Raw houseshow was being held. I sat in the small room dreading what the night had to bring. Apparently, I was down to do some ringside shots tonight, since one of the regular photographers, Katie, was out with an injury. I was only down to do the main event so I got there pretty late, towards the end of the show in fact, so that most of the wrestlers were either gone or in their locker rooms. This meant that I was less likely to bump into John.
All throughout the day, Cena kept creeping into my thoughts. I felt like screaming! Why the heck was he effecting me like this all of a sudden! Ugh! Tipical John, always finds some kind of a way to annoy me! I just wish that these bizzare feelings, which I still couldn't quite name yet, would go away. After one night, I couldn't stop thinking about the guy. What was wrong with me? Was I attracted to him? No. No, that can't be it. Me attracted to John Cena? Ha! That's crazy talk! So what was it then? It was driving me mad. I wanted to know why I was feeling the way I was feeling, but I had no answers for myself, which more than frustrated me.
I was in the midst of setting my camera up for the show, when I heard a knock on my door.
"Yes?" I called out, turning to face the door.
The door swung open a little and Danielle, one of the backstage crew, looked in. "Hey, Becka. You've got to be out there in five minutes."
"Alright. Thanks, Dani." I smiled. She smiled back at me and left.
I picked up my camera and checked it to make sure it was set up okay, making a few adjustments as looked it over. Once I was satisfied with it, I grabbed the last of my equipment and headed down to ringside.
I stood at ringside, snapping away with my camera as Kurt Angle locked the Ankle Lock in on none other than John Cena. Just my luck to have to photograph his match! And he spotted me when he got into the ring at the start of the match, which didn't exactly make matters any better. He just glanced at me, but that stupid smirk was plastered on his face, so I knew he knew it was me. Well, at least I could make a quick getaway as soon as the match was over.
I must not have been paying attention because I stayed in my place as John twisted and threw Angle off of him, straight towards me. Kurt feel into the corner, his shoulder smashing into my camera. The last thing I remember was my back hitting the floor and then everything went dark.
"Miss Lawson?" I heard an unfamiliar voice say softly. "Miss Lawson?" I heard again, but was too weak still to respond. "Just keep talking to her, she'll come around soon enough." the voice told someone, then I heard a door being closed. After a few minutes, my eyes started to flutter open. As soon as I tried to move a sharp pain shot through my head, causing me to groan.
"Rebekah?" I heard a deep male voice say my name. "You okay?"
I let out a deep breath and forced my eyes open further. I saw a blurry figure standing over me, but couldn't quite make out who it was. I gave up and let my eyes fall shut again.
"Hey, it's alright." the male voice came again, sounding so full of concern. "Don't try to move or anything until the medic gets back, yeah? Rebekah? Can you hear me, sweetheart?"
"Mmmm." was the only response I could give.
"Good." the man said. "Try and stay awake for me though, baby." I felt him take my hand and squeeze it gently. "I'm gonna stay right here in case you need anything." he assured me.
After about ten minutes had passed, I shifted on the bed they had me laid up on. Finding my strength from somewhere, my eyes opened slightly as I tried to look around the room. I saw the male figure still by my side. I tried to focus my eyes on whoever he was, but it wasn't working.
"W--who...are...you?" I said quietly, my voice breaking as I spoke. "Why--why are you...here?"
I heard a deep chuckle. "That shot must have knocked you out pretty bad." he said. "It's me, John. You do remember me, right?"
It took me a while for the name to register with me, but then it hit. "C--Cena?"
"That's the one." he laughed.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, finding my voice, my eyes starting to focus on the figure, which I now saw was in fact John.
"I wanted to stay to make sure you were alright." he said. "That was quite a shot you took out there."
I was silent for a few moments. Cena actually stayed here with me just to make sure I was okay? Had he really been that concerned? I felt a goofy smile touch my lips as I thought. I was touched that John had stayed with me. It wasn't his fault I was here. He must have stayed because he genuinely cared.
"John?" I finally spoke.
"What is it, sweetheart?" he asked, leaning closer to me.
I looked over at him. My eyes were now fully focused and I could see the worry on his face.
"What happened?" I asked. "Why am I in here?"
"Well, you were photographing my match with Kurt and he accidently knocked your camera, which then hit you in the head. Like I said, it must have been a pretty hard shot because you fell down and blacked out, so I brought you back here." John explained to me.
"You brought me here?" I questionned.
"Yeah." he smiled. "I couldn't just leave you, could I?" I smiled and let my head fall back on to the hard medical table. "Kurt had to leave but he told me to tell you that he was sorry for what happened."
"It's okay." I grinned. "It wasn't anyone's fault. It was an accident."
"He still feels bad about it." John said.
"I'll call him later and tell him I'm alright."
"Yeah." John nodded. "That'll put his mind to rest."
After a half an hour, the medic had checked me over and said that I had no signs of any major injuries but that I should take it easy for a few of days and maybe go down to the hospital and get checked out properly.
"I can drive you to the hospital if you want." John suggested after the medic had left.
"Erm...no...that's okay." I said hesitantly. "I'll go back to the hotel and get some sleep tonight, then I'll go to the hospital tomorrow."
"Yah know, you should really go tonight, Rebekah." John said sternly. "You may have injuries that a medic can't spot."
I sighed and shook my head. "I don't want to."
"Why? Is there something wrong?" John asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.
"No...well, I--I just...I don't really like hospital's very much, that's all." I said quietly, sitting up on the medical table.
John smirked at me. "Are you scared?"
"No." I insisted, even though I didn't sound too convincing.
"There's no need to be afraid, Becki." Cena said, standing in front of me so I had to look at him. "I don't really like hospital's either, but they help you. They're good places."
I nodded. "I know that." I said to him. "They just...they...frighten me." I admitted, lowing my head.
John laughed slightly. "There's no shame in being frightened, Rebekah." he said gently, taking my hand in his. "We all get scared sometimes." I looked up at him and the gentle look I saw made me smile. "Hell, even the Champ himself gets scared sometimes." This made me laugh. Thinking of John Cena being afraid, it didn't seem possible. John used his free hand to brush the hair from my face. "I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you. You know that, don't you? I'll look after you."
I couldn't speak, all I could do was nod my head as I stared into John's tender blue eyes. There was that feeling again. The same feeling I'd had the previous night. Almost like butterflies in my stomach.
John smiled at me and leaned in closer. "I mean it." he said gently. "I care about you a lot, yah know?"
"I know." I whispered back.
Catching me off guard, John leaned in even more and gently pressed his lips against mine. I didn't really know how to react at first. Should I push him away? Should I kiss him back? I didn't know what I wanted to do. Half of me was screaming for me to push him off, to slap him across the face, to shout at him. But then the other half of me was begging to give in, craving to kiss him back. Finally, I responded, shocking myself into actually returning his kiss. My arms soon found their way around his neck and my lips soon parted, pleading for a deeper kiss. I shivered with what I can only guess to be lust and passion as I felt his tongue gently brush against mine, our lips grinding together. I relished in the feeling for a moment, but then, coming to my senses, I suddenly stopped the kiss and shoved John backwards.
"Stop it." I mummbled, holding my fingertips to my mouth.
"I'm sorry." John said softly.
There was a few minutes scilence between us. What was that? What had just happened? Had I really just kissed John Cena? And actually enjoyed it? Was I already craving his lips on mine? I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, totally forgetting for a moment that John was still in the room. I glanced over at him and he was watching me. I quickly looked away and down to the ground.
"C'mon then, lets get you to the hospital, yeah?" he said, walking over to me. I looked up at him and went to speak, but he held his hand up and cut me off. "Forget it for the moment, we need to get to the hospital and get you chacked out. And I'm coming with you, whether you like it or not." I swallowed hard and just nodded as I gazed at the man in front of me.
All these emotions rushed through me, but none more tempting than the urge to throw my arms around his neck again and kiss him passionately. I shook my head slightly. What was I thinking? What had come over me? I didn't have feelings for John. It was just the heat of the moment. Yeah, that's what it is. The heat of the moment. And like John said, I needed to worry about getting to the hospital right now. Everything else could wait.
That chapter eight done! Hope y'all liked! R&R PLEASE!
