A/N: Song two of my Jorrie story. Takes place in high school. It switches from his point of view to hers. It takes place over the weekend.

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You come to me with scars on your wrist

You tell me this will be the last night feeling like this

I just came to say goodbye

I didn't want you to see me cry, I'm fine

But I know it's a lie

John

"John?" the Boise Belle's voice came on as soon as John Cena picked up his phone. Mind you, it took him a bit to actually answer his phone as it was 12:00. Midnight.

"Torrie? What's wrong?" he asked, as he shot up from his position in the bed.

"I…." she started, but it was apparent the blonde had been sobbing.

"Torrie, calm down. I can't hear what you're telling me. Calm down, honey. Now, take a deep breathe and start over, okay please? It's going to be okay." he soothed.

The 17 year-old did what she was told. "I'm leaving."

"Leaving? Torrie, what are you talking about?" he asked, confused.

"I'm leaving home, John. I can't stand it there anymore!" she said.

This is the last night you'll spend alone

Look me in the eyes so I know you know

Oh. That was the issue. Well, at least it explained to John Cena what she meant by that.

"Tor, you can't just walk out of your house, just like that." he laughed, although the situation wasn't one to be laughing at.

"Why not?" the blonde demanded.

"Because, Tor, it's not you." he said.

(Flashback) (Earlier Tonight)

"I hate you!" the high school senior shouted at her parents.

"And you think we care, why?" her father asked, a drink in his hand.

"Quinton." her mother slurred, a drink also in her hand. "Torrie's just a high schooler. She's our little girl."

"No, Martha, she's YOUR little girl," her father said angrily.

And just like he always did when he was drunk, he hit his wife.

(End of flashback)

I'm everywhere you want me to be

The last night you'll spend alone

After five minutes of eerie silence, John came up with a plan for both of them.

"Why don't I meet you somewhere? Then we can talk in peace."

"John, I don't know." the blonde teenager sighed.

"Tor, you're my friend. And you need my help." he reminded her.

"J, I don't want to bother you. Or what about your parents? Do you know how upset they'll be when they wake up and find you gone?" she protested weakly.

"You know very well my parents don't mind it when I'm doing something to help someone out. Plus, they like you."

"They like everyone." she muttered.

"Oh, come on. Is that the best you can do, blondie?" he joked.

"Fine." she relented, and told him she'd meet him at a café two blocks down her house.

I'll wrap you in my arms and I won't let go

I'm everything you need me to be

(Flashback)

"John, what are you doing? We're going to be late to the Johnsons' party." his older brother, Matt yelled.

"Yeah, and the only reason you care is because you want to see their daughter, Massie." the teenager teased.

"Shut up! Besides, what would you know about liking someone? What are you, 11?" his brother shouted back.

"I'm 13, big bro." he said coolly.

"Hey, who's that?" his brother asked, pointing at the blonde-haired girl not too far from them.

"I don't know. I don't think I've seen her before." John replied.

"What do you think she's doing here?" Matt asked.

"Well, genius, it is Office Depot, where you can buy supplies." he joked.

"Why, you little…" he started, but them smirked, a sign he had an idea.

"Oh no,." John groaned. "Matt, what are you going to do?"

"Hey you, girl!" Matt shouted. "You…uh with the blue hoodie and jeans."

Slowly, the blonde turned, and looked at the direction of the two bothers.

"Matt, what are you doing?" he whispered.

"Making you meet a new friend." he smirked. "Now, be nice. She's coming over." he laughed at his brother's face before leaving the teenager behind.

(End of flashback)

Your parents say everything is your fault

But they don't know you like I know you

They don't know you at all

I'm so sick of when they say

It's just a phase, you'll be o.k. you're fine

But I know it's a lie

Torrie

People often thought that because Torrie was a blonde, she had a nice and easy life. But she didn't. Her life was far from perfect. If anything, it was hell. And whenever she complained about her parents, the other girls in the school she was being ungrateful. That her parents were nice and kind. And they were, to everyone but her. And in front of others, they were exactly that. John was the only the that knew the truth.

And as she crept out her house, her thoughts went to the guy she was closest to. Ever since she moved to West Newbury, Massachusetts, she'd found a friend in John Cena. He was someone she could trust.

(Flashback)

It was a normal day of high school, where there was cliques, and cruelty all around.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Little Miss Perfect coming our way." the head cheerleader , Candice Michelle snapped.

Torrie, who was walking by the jock table, said nothing. However, Candice wasn't satisfied, and tripped the blonde.

And as she fell to the floor, Torrie heard laughter erupt throughout the whole room.

"Hey, Candice, that wasn't fair." her best friend, John Cena defended the teenager.

"John, that was an accident!" the brunette lied.

The jock bent down and helped his friend. "Accident, her face." he whispered in Torrie's ear.

(End of flashback)

This is the last night you'll spend alone

Look me in the eyes so I know you know

I'm everywhere you want me to be

The last night you'll spend alone

John

I tried being as quite as I possibly could to get out my house. Too bad for me, my parents might have heard the phone ring.

"John, honey, where are you going?" my mom asked as I grabbed the front door's handle.

"Mom, what are you doing up? It's midnight." I said, surprised at the fact she was up.

"I heard the phone ring, and I thought maybe something was wrong." she explained.

"No, nothing's wrong." I lied.

"Really? Then why are you sneaking off in the middle of the night?" she asked.

"Well, you see.." I started, "I wanted to go outside for a bit of fresh air, since I can't sleep."

"Honey, even you don't believe that." my mom smiled.

Well, at least she wasn't mad.

"My, I'm not sneaking out for a bad reason. I'm helping out a friend."

"Well, you heard the kid, Jessica, he's not going of to do anything bad. Why don't you stop giving him a hard time?" my father asked, stepping out of the shadows.

"Dad, I didn't see you there." I said nervously.

"Go." he said, nodding towards the door. "Oh, and John?" he called out.

"Yes?" I asked.

"If Torrie needs anything, tell her to come to us." he said, winking at me.

I'll wrap you in my arms and I won't let goI'm everything you need me to beThe last night away from me

--That Monday at school--

John Cena made his way inside the crowded halls of his high school, with his basketball teammate and friend, Randy Orton.

"Man, I don't understand why we have to be here so early. 8:00 am is an ungodly hour for a growing teenager." he grumbled.

"Are you sure that's the only thing you don't understand?" John teased.

Randy was about to reply, but the other teenager sped away at the sight of Torrie.

"Torrie, can I talk to you?" he asked.

"Sure, John." the blonde smiled. "Stacy, I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Sure." the other blonde girl nodded, and left the two alone.

"How are you?" he asked.

"I'm fine, John, really. I am." she said. And that was the same thing she always said. Regardless of if she really was or wasn't on the inside.