CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I walked over and collapsed down on to the bed. I sighed heavily and ran my hands over my face. It had been about a week since I'd seen John. I had tried to call him a few times, but his cell phone was switched off. He obviously didn't want to talk to me, and I certainly didn't blame him for that. I just wanted to apologize though. I wanted to tell him that I didn't mean any of the things I had said to him that night outside the arena. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him and that I wanted to be with him again.
I let out a frustrated groan and sat up. I thought that if I broke up with John then all this would go away. That all my thoughts and feelings for John would go away. But they didn't. I still thought about him non-stop. I still had these overwhelming feelings for him. And I missed him like crazy. Not seeing him every day just made me want to cry.
"What is wrong with me?" I moaned to myself and laid back down on the bed. Isn't this what I wanted? John Cena gone from my life so that I can get over him and move on?
I bolted up and reached over, snatching my cell phone up from the dressing table and flipping it open. I scrolled through my list of speed dial numbers until I stopped on John's. I just stared at it for a long time, debating whether to press the call button or not. I sighed and flipped the small phone shut, lying back on the bed, my cell still clutched in my hand. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I needed to stop thinking about John.
I opened my phone again and started to dial a number. I pressed the call button and held it to my ear. I listened to it ring a few times before I heard that familiar voice greet me from the other end.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Randy." I said, smiling slightly.
"Beck? What's up?" Randy said, his voice souuding concerned.
"Nothing, I just wanted to talk." I assured him. "This isn't a bad time, is it?"
"Erm...no, it's not a bad time or anything...I just think it's weird that you decided to call me now." Randy explained.
"Weird?"
"Well, not weird...more of a coincidence." he said.
"Oh yeah?" I asked in utter confusion. "How come?"
I heard Randy's deep laugh before he spoke again. "It's just a coincidence that you called now because..."
Just then a knock on the door interupted Randy in mid-sentence.
"Hold on a minute, Randy." I sighed. "Someone's at my door."
I pulled myself off of the bed and walked towards the front door. I unlocked it and pulled it open slowly and was suprised by who I saw smirking back at me.
"Because I was just coming to see you." Randy finished, closing his cell phone and shoving it back in to his jeans pocket.
I looked at him with a confused expression. "What the heck are you doing here?" I asked.
"Oh charming." he said sarcastically, leaning against the door frame. "What kind of a greeting is that?"
I laughed slightly, flipping my cell shut and tossing it over, on to the bed. I moved closer to Randy and wrapped my arms around his neck, raising myself on to my toes to do so. I squeezed him tightly for a minute and then let him go.
"Better?" I asked, stepping to the side so he could enter my room. Randy just laughed and walked in. I closed the door and turned to face him. "So? What's going on?"
"Nothing." he said, taking a seat on the couch by the bed. "I just had a few days off and was in town, so I thought I'd drop by and see how you're doing."
I gave Randy a suspicious look, and then rolled my eyes. I walked over and sat down beside him on the couch.
"So?" He questionned, turning slightly in his seat to look at me. "I haven't heard from you in a while. What's been happening?"
"Nothing." I said quietly.
"Come on, Becka." Randy laughed. "You're usually on the phone to me every night."
"I've...just been busy, that's all." I said, hoping that he would just drop it.
"Busy?" he asked. He looked confused for a second, then a wide smirk came on to his face. "Ooohh, right. Now I get it."
"You get what?" I asked, tilting my head to the side slightly.
"John." Randy merely replied, still grinning at me.
"What about John?"
"You've been with John." Randy said, leaning back on the couch.
I sighed and shook my head. "Not exactly."
"But this has got something to do with John, hasn't it?"
I nodded slightly. "Yeah...but not in a good way."
"What do you mean?" Randy asked.
I explained the whole situation to Randy...how I'd gone to see John to apologize that night, then I'd seen him with that woman, and the conversation we'd had at the arena.
"I just don't know what to do, Randy." I said after I'd told him everything. "I didn't mean any of the things I said to him. I want to be with him, but now I've just gone and messed it all up."
Randy wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in to a hug. "You sure get yourself in to some situations, don't you?"
I laughed slightly and moved in to him more, clutching his shirt with my hand. "What am I going to do, Randy?"
"It'll be okay." he reassured me, holding me tightly. "You'll work it out. I know how John feels about you, and it's obvious that you feel the same about him. You just need to talk to him about it."
"He won't speak to me." I said, feeling the tears start to fill my eyes. "He hates me."
"Of course he doesn't hate you, Beck." Randy responded. "He loves you. He'll come around, I'm sure of it."
I pulled away from Randy and smiled up at him. "I hope you're right."
Randy chuckled and winked at me. "I'm always right."
I laughed and playful slapped him in the arm. "Yeah, whatever you say, Orton."
He just snickered and hit me back. "You want me to stay here for a bit?"
I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, that'd be nice. I'm just going to take a quick shower, but feel free to make yourself comfortable and watch TV or something while I'm in there."
Randy stood up and moved towards me. "I've actually just remembered something I have to do, but I won't be long." he said.
"Okay, well, just come back here when you're done and we'll hang out." I smiled.
"Alright." He reached out and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. "It's gonna be okay, I promise." he whispered in to my ear.
"Thanks, Randy." I smiled, squeezing him a little before pulling away and walking towards the bathroom. "I'll see you in a little while."
"Okay." Randy said, walking over and opening the front door. "I'll be as quick as I can."
I gave him one last smile before disappearing in to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me.
Randy left the room and rested his head back against the closed door.
"This is crazy." he sighed. "They're so perfect for each other. They belong together."
He straightened up and shook his head, letting out another deep sigh.
"I have to find John." Randy said to himself as he hurried down the hall. "They need to sort this out once and for all...I'm not just gonna stand by and watch them throw this away."
TBC...
Well, finally, there's chapter fifteen for y'all. Sorry there's been a serious lack of updates lately, I've just had stuff to do. I'll try and be more frequent with my writing from now on. Anyways, R&R please guys!
