CHAPTER TWELVE
My eyes slowly began to open as I felt the warmth of the morning sun shining on me through the window. I yawned slightly before groaning and covering my eyes with my hands, in an attempt to block out the light. I tried to stretch out, only to realize that something was restricting me. I opened my eyes again and looked around. A confused expression crossed my face when I saw that it wasn't my room that I was in. I rubbed my eyes in an attempt to wake myself up more.
"Mornin'." a raspy, male voice said.
I jumped a little and pulled back, hesitantly glancing up at the person. It took me a few seconds to register what was going on, but once I did, a soft smile touched my lips.
"Morning." I replied, running my hand over John's chest, and moving closer in to him. He wrapped his arms around me tighter and rested his chin on the top of my head.
"How're you feeling?"
"I'm feeling good." I smiled, tracing the numbers on John's jersey with my fingertips.
"No regrets then?" John asked, causing me to glance up at him.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Nothing." John smiled softly, twirling my hair gently on his fingers. "I just wondered if you had any regrets about the things you said to me last night."
"Of course I don't." I assured him, sitting up on the couch as I continued. "John, I meant everything I said to you last night. Every word of it."
John smirked slightly and pulled me back to lie with him again. "I didn't mean anything by it." he said, squeezing me tightly. "I was just worried that you'd wake up and you wouldn't feel the same as you did last night."
"You've got nothing to worry about, John." I said, wrapping my arms around his waist and shifting closer to him. "I still want to be with you."
I felt John gently kiss my forehead and an instant smile spread across my face at the feel of his lips on me. "I wanna be with you, too." he whispered.
"Good." I said, turning my head to look up at him. "Then we can be together then."
John looked pretty shocked at that. "Serious?" he asked.
I laughed at the expression on his face and replied, "I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."
John just grinned and leaned down, his lips brushing over mine in a light kiss.
We laid there together for about a half hour, until I decided to go back to my room and get showered and changed.
"How about I come down and meet you when you're ready and we can go down to breakfast together?" John suggested as he searched through his bag for clean clothes to wear.
"Yeah. That'd be nice." I smiled. "It should only take me about twenty minutes to get showered and dressed, so why don't you come down and meet me at my room?"
"Aiight, I'll do that." he said, tossing one of his jersies aside. "If I can ever find anything clean to wear that is."
I laughed as I opened the front door to his hotel room. "You should try washing them. It works for me."
John just glanced up at me and gave me a sarcastic smile. "Ha, ha. Very funny."
I just laughed as I walked out of his room, closing the door behind me.
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Me and John were waiting for the elevator, on our way down to hotel restaurant. I would have be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. I didn't really know why though. Maybe it was just about what people would think of me and John being together. Whatever it was, it had me pretty worried.
"You okay, baby?" John asked, snapping me out of my daze.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I insisted, even though I knew I didn't sound very convincing.
"What's wrong, Becki?" John asked, concern clear in his voice. "You can tell me."
"It's nothing important." I said, running my hand through my hair. "I'm just feeling a little nervous, that's all."
"About people seeing us together?" John questionned.
"I don't know." I shrugged. "Maybe I'm just feeling insecure."
Before John could respond the doors to the elevator slid open. I quickly hurried inside. To my relief the elevator was empty. John shuffled in behind me and pressed the button for the ground floor. When the doors had closed, John turned to me and reached out his arms. I moved in to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head against his chest. He held me tightly and kissed the top of my head.
"It's okay." John whispered to me. "It doesn't matter what people think. That's all you need to remember."
I didn't respond. I just let out a deep sigh and held onto John even tighter.
When the elevator stopped on the ground floor, I pulled out of John's arms and straightened my clothes out, running my fingers through my long, blonde hair. As the doors opened, John reached over and slid his hand into mine. I smiled slightly, lacing my fingers with his. John leaned over quickly and placed a light kiss against the side of my neck.
"It's got nothing to do with anyone else." he whispered in my ear. "This is about us."
He moved back and gave me a warm smile. I couldn't help but smile back and squeeze his hand slightly in reply. The doors opened fully and John stepped forward first, tugging at my hand.
"C'mon." he said gently.
I took a breath to prepare myself before walking out of the elevator and towards the hotel restaurant.
My heart started to beat faster when I saw some of the other wrestlers gathered at the reception area. I slowed down a little and pulled against John, causing him to stop and turn to me.
"Why don't we go out somewhere to eat?" I suggested. "The hotel restaurant is going to be totally packed this time in the morning anyway..."
"Becki, trust me, there's nothing to be worried about." John laughed. "It's all in your head. I bet hardly anyone will even notice us."
I didn't answer right away. I thought about what John said for a second. Was I just being paranoid? Who was really going to notice us? Who was really going to care if me and John were together? We had to face everyone at some point. What was I expecting, us to keep things a secret forever?
"Yeah." I finally spoke, shaking my head. "Yeah, you're right. I'm just being stupid and paranoid." I smiled up at John. "Come on, let's go."
John just gave me a wide grin in return and began to lead me off towards the restaurant again.
As we approached, I saw more and more people that I knew. My heart started to pound. What the heck was wrong with me? I'd been torturing myself over this whole John thing for weeks, and when I'd finally sorted everything out, I still found a way to ruin it and torture myself even more. I needed to get a grip!
I looked down and shook my head clear. When I looked up though, I saw Amy and Trish standing just a few feet from me and John. I squeezed John's hand tightly, willing myself not to let go of it. I was doing well until Amy glanced around, not directly at me and John, but it was still enough to make me stop in my tracks and wrench my hand out of John's. The force caused John to spin around and look at me. He just watched me for a few seconds as I turned my head away from him. He moved closer to me and placed his fingers on the side of my face, turning my head gently to look at him.
"You okay, baby?" he asked softly.
I quickly stepped out of his reach and glanced around to see if anyone was watching us. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I insisted, not daring to look at John. I couldn't bare to see the hurt in his eyes.
John sighed deeply and ran his hands over his hair.
"What's wrong?" he asked, letting his arms fall to his sides. "Are you ashamed to be seen with me? Is that it?" he questionned, frustration clear in his voice.
I shook my hand. "No, John, no that's not it."
"Then what's the matter?" he said loudly, but not loud enough to draw attention to us.
"I don't know, John." I whispered harshly back at him. "I just can't do it."
John let out another deep sigh. "You know what, Rebekah? If this is too much of a problem for you, then maybe us being together isn't such a good idea after all."
He didn't even wait for me to answer, he just turned and walked away. "John...please...I didn't mean that." I tried to call after him. "John!" He merely ignored me and walked in to the restaurant by himself.
I felt like just bursting in to tears there and then. What was wrong with me? Anything good that I had going for me, I always found a way to mess up. I didn't want to lose John. I really didn't. And I really did want to be with him, I loved him, so why was I having this problem?
Hee hee! What a twist. lol. R&R please guys!
