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Fuck, it's a harsh sounding word that held the cold detached reminisce of everything Randy and Savannah were supposed to be. A no strings attached, good time, kind of deal that made for many interesting evenings. But no the bastard had to get soft on her, not literally of course as we all know he had no problems in that department. Normally she would be feeling giddy at this hour, fresh off an early morning romp with the legend killer but after the explosion a few hours ago she instead found herself sleeping next to a snoring John Cena.
Of course he had tried to make a repeat performance and take her mind off Samantha Orton's words but the red head refused, she didn't feel like it and for once in her life the anger wasn't a turn on. Savannah trailed her eyes upward; she just couldn't seem to sleep, especially with the West Newberry native's heavy arm draped across her torso. She instead counted the blocks of the tiled white ceiling, searching for something to do until John decided to roll over and free her.
He didn't seem to be stirring at all; Anna couldn't understand how he didn't seem to move even an inch in his sleep. She could travel miles with the movement she made in dreamland; Cena on the other hand might as well have been a cinder block. She couldn't hold out any longer and pulled herself out from under his death grip to gather up her belongings.
Not wanting to walk out into the world looking like a greased up crack whore Savannah took it upon herself to head into the bathroom for a shower. She couldn't wait to get the scent of the doctor of thuganomics off her and the tear stained mascara off her face. Last night for the first time in a long time she cried herself to sleep, unsure of why but crying none the less.
The warm water ran over her skin and she instantly felt somewhat better, she was so consumed in the solace she was finding that she didn't hear the footsteps coming into the room. She jumped back when the curtain flew open, just like she had seen Randy do so many times in the past when she was doing the same thing to him. It was John though, he must have heard her and thought it would be a good idea to try and coax her into sleeping with him again. "Want some company?" He asked, wearing nothing but his smile, complete with the trademark dimples.
His face morphed into Randy's for a moment and the red head had to rub her eyes to get rid of the image of the St. Louise native. Anna shook her head as her body shivered in the cold to both answer John's question and make sure that Randy's face was gone from her mind. "I don't think that's a good idea." She told him, he stood there confused for a moment until she turned off the water and brushed past him, "This whole thing was a bad idea from the start." Savannah finished, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself. As fast as she could she got dressed, grabbed her shopping bags and her purse. She then bolted from the room, leaving John completely disorientated.
Savannah could feel the floor moving quickly beneath her as she ran from his room to hers in record time. As soon as she found herself locked in the safety of her own quarters she collapsed to the floor sobbing uncontrollably. She didn't know why she was so upset, or why Randy's face had seemed to haunt her. Anna didn't know if it was pure guilt, or if some how she actually found herself missing him now that she knew it was over for good. That couldn't be it, she must just be feeling for Sam, she didn't miss him…she just didn't do feelings. Samantha had to be the answer; she must have been feeling her pain. Sure she hated the brunette on the surface, but she wasn't a real person to her, not really. Savannah had never remembered seeing them together for as long as her and Randy were seeing each other like they were, then witnessing her hurt last night must have struck a nerve inside her.
She had to get her shit together, she had to catch a plane and head to the next show and do her god damn job. At a time like this she didn't really want to go to work, but she had to because she was very disposable in this multi-billion dollar corporation. She would just have to do her best to avoid Randy and John, and maintain her fucking composure; she couldn't go back to dancing for a living.
The red head picked herself up off the floor, "Stop being weak, that's not who you are anymore." She told herself, her eyes catching her reflection in the mirror on the wall as she staggered her way to her feet. "Suck it up." She continued, gritting her teeth as she reached for her make-up bag.
Guilt wasn't something she liked, and what made it worse was that it was mixed with longing. There was only one way to brighten her mood and that was to crack out that new dress and take it for a spin. She pulled the silky emerald green garment out of the bag and shed the clothes she was wearing to wriggle it up over her hips all the way to her chest. She struggled to zip it up as she made her way into the bathroom to dry and style her hair.
When she was finally finished getting ready, with her last coat of lip-gloss freshly applied it was time to pack up for the next town and head to the airport. "Here goes nothing." Savannah said, once again talking to herself in the otherwise empty hotel room.
As soon as she set foot on the plane all eyes immediately turned to her. With her burgundy hair hung in loose curls around her shoulders, the new heels giving her just the right amount of height, her make-up done subtle yet glanderous and her designer dress hugging all the right places she looked like she should be on the cover of a magazine not catching a flight to work to make other people look that good.
"Wow somebody's looking like a million bucks today." Beth said when the woman took a seat beside her, "Looking for trouble?" She asked with a laugh.
Savannah smiled over at her as she rested her head back against the push leather seats of the plane, "Naw just feeling like shit and wanted to look like I wasn't."
"Is it working?" Beth questioned, leaning over as Randy's eyes caught Savannah's.
The make-up artist quickly diverted his gaze and returned to looking Beth in the eyes as they spoke, "Not really."
"Well it looks like you caught Randy's eye." The blonde said with a smirk.
Anna let out a heavy sigh, "That's what I was afraid of."
Beth suddenly looked confused, "I thought you two were all hot in heavy..." She said trailing off at the dishearten look on the red heads face.
"You knew about that?" Savannah inquired, she was sure that nobody knew besides her, Randy and Cena. Then it came to light that Mickie knew, John must have told her and now the Glamazon knew her secret too. She wondered who else had caught wind of it, but it didn't really matter anymore. Not like she could keep it under wraps for much longer anyway, Samantha is bound to squeal to anyone who will listen.
"I have eyes sweetie, and from where I'm sitting it looks like it's most certainly not over." The woman said, placing a reassuring hand on Anna's shoulder.
It has to be, Savannah thought to herself, closing her eyes and wishing that she was somewhere else.