Another chapter, fast update this time cause i' really into this at the moment, this chapter was actually finished yesterday but i waited to post it. The next chapter is written out in my mind and wont take long to type so the more feedback the quicker it comes. Also this fic was originally only supposed to be 10 chapters but its not finished, there still some drama to come lol. stick with me please lol, read and review! :)
The arena could almost qualify as deserted; it appeared to just be Savannah and the stage crew occupying the large building. Normally she wouldn't be at work for another little while, but she couldn't handle having to run into anyone, at least before she had to because everyone that she was dreading to see would wind up in her chair before the evening came to an end. Everyone except Samantha and the red head counted her lucky stars for that little bit of an upside.
Most of the boys were still back at the hotel, grabbing a drink the lobby bar while the girls were doing there usually routine, trying their hardest to squeeze in a little shopping. Beth had asked her to join them, joking that she would right in as a diva in "that get up" but Anna politely reclined. She didn't feel like hitting the town, not like she really had the money they did anyway.
Savannah reached into her old knock-off Chanel bag, she didn't have the heart to carry around the new one, it reminded her too much of Randy. In fact if she were still in the same town she would have returned it, but it was no use…she was now miles away and she was sure he wouldn't want the store credit anyway. Instead the bag rested peacefully in the bottom of her suitcase, still in the shopping bag it came it. It was bad enough she was wearing the dress and the shoes, but it was the only thing she owned with a price tag that high when she wanted to feel like a princess for a while. Besides she couldn't really see the dress on her skin anyway, or the heels on her feet, unless of course she made a habit to look down or stumbled across a full-length mirror.
"You're being such a little bitch Savannah," She said to herself, riffling through her purse for a cigarette. Anna hadn't had one since her confrontation with John about it weeks prior but right now she was stressing out and just needed the satisfying burst of nicotine to sooth her. But instead of finding the softly rolled stick of toxins, her hand fell upon a thin piece of plastic. She pulled it out and immediately felt her eyes begin to sting, the credit card.
The red head had never had a chance to return it before everything went sour, she'd almost forgotten that she still had it in her possession. A knock on the doorframe startled her and she quickly stuffed the shiny plastic into her bra. Her red hair flung around when she turned, the curls momentarily sticking to her glossed lips before she freed them. "John." She breathed out, still surprised that she was no longer the lone occupant of the room. Especially since he was one of the last faces she expected to see there so early, Cena was always one of the last to arrive.
The West Newberry native pulled his hand from behind his back to reveal a fresh bouquet of twelve long stem roses, "The lady at the store said that they were the best for apologizes." He said with a laugh, stepping further into the small room.
"Why are you here so early, shouldn't you be getting a quick drink with everyone else?" She questioned, tucking a strand of her fiery hair that was once again stuck to her shiny lip. Part of her knew the answer, but she wanted to divert attention off the gifts he was bearing her.
"I felt like it was more important that I see you, I didn't feel right leaving things the way they were." John explained, moving closer and handing her the red flowers, the burgundy color almost a set match for her died hair.
She inhaled the strong fragrance, "They're lovely thank you, but this doesn't change things between us. Dead plants, no matter how gorgeous are not going to make me change my mind about us."
He once again chuckled running and hand back through his shirt stubbly hair, "I know, that's no what they're for. Like I said the lady at the flower shop said they were good for apologizes. You should have seen me red, a big burly man in a girly place like that."
It was Savannah's turn to laugh at his bad attempt at comedic relief, "I imagine it was worth paying to see."
"Very much so, but I do owe you an "I'm sorry" so I sucked it up and went there for those," John said pointing to the roses in her hand. "I pushed myself on you and it was wrong, you don't return my feelings and I get that. I'm just going to have to live with it."
Anna's face broke into a wide smile, "Thank you, hey besides you have Mickie," She raised a seductive brow, "Sometimes I wonder…"
John cut her off, "Don't even think about it."
"Fine, fine." She said lifting her two hands in defeat, "It was just a thought…Friends?" Savannah questioned.
He took her hand and lightly kissed the back of it, "Friends," He repeated. "But as much as I know you don't love me, I think that deep down you're in love with him."
"What on earth are you talking about?" She asked him, pulling back her hand to fold her arms across her chest protectively. Things seemed to be going well and now he had to bring up that goddamn word. It was the four-letter word that made her crazy, to the extent of saying fuck to a nun.
John smirked, "Don't play dumb Savannah, it isn't becoming. We both know I'm referring to Randy. I saw the look on your face last night when you told him it was over, maybe on the outside you want everyone to think you have no emotions but I know different, I saw it in yours eyes and I know its in your heart. He definitely returns the feelings so for once swallow your pride, put your fears to the back of your mind and just put yourself out there for once."
Savannah didn't get a chance to answer him, as before she could open her mouth there was another man at her door. Randy Orton.
"And that's my cue," John continued looking up and seeing his friend standing where he had been a few moments ago, "Just think about what I said ok." And with that, moved to back towards the door, leaving her alone with the one person she couldn't handle being alone with.