A/N: This chapter contains derogatory statements and harsh remarks. It is not my intention to offend anyone.

Chapter 8

Parker sat at the kitchenette table absentmindedly dunking her tea bag. She couldn't wrap her mind around it; she had John Cena in her bed when there was no reason that he should have been there. Sure, she was cute, cocky and sassy, but still, she was 285 pounds. She wasn't exactly screaming 'sexy symbol', especially not compared to those ring rats that would have slit a throat or two to have been in her position(s) the night before. John Cena had fight the women off with a stick, so why did he pick her?

John was still so sweet before he left. He gave her a warm hug and told her that he enjoyed spending time with her. She had an amazing night, with an amazing man, who amazed her because he was still amazing in the morning. So if everything was so fucking amazing, why was it so suspect?

Parker wasn't a girl that listened to her insecurities. She still had them, she was human after all, but she didn't let them rule her life. Instead of sticking her head in the sand, she just held hers higher. She was determined to chart her own course, regardless of what other people thought. But it's what she thought in those quiet moments about the beautiful experience she shared with John that made her feel fat and ugly. He was a god and she was the fat girl. Sure it sounded good in stories and maybe it could work on the big screen, but in real life, that shit didn't happen.

"Hey." Avery stepped out of her room wearing the t-shirt that Randy was wearing the night before. Her auburn hair was all over her head and despite the slow, stiff way she moved, she looked like she had slept like a baby.

Parker looked her friend over and smiled. She had always wished that she could pull off that cute wearing your boyfriend's shirt thing that smaller girls did. But the harsh reality was she was usually bigger than most guys she had ever gone out with. There would be no borrowing of the shirts, traipsing around in her man's clothes and have them drape on her, like Randy's shirt did on Avery. Unless she found a guy that was bigger than her that wasn't going to happen; not that she was interested in that either. Two morbidly obese people together just looked stupid. Lord knows she gave people enough to talk about. She could just imagine what kind of cruel shit she would have to hear if she walked down the street on a big boy's arm. It was a double standard and she knew it, but it was just the way it was. "So…did you have a good night?"

Avery poured herself a cup of hot water and walked over to the table. Taking Parker's tea bag and sticking it in her own cup, she prepared her favorite; weak tea. "Oh my God, Parker! Randy is fucking amazing."

Though Parker didn't have first hand knowledge of how amazing he was, she got to see how amazing he looked. She doubted that he wasn't anything less than immaculate. "So tell me the truth…how big is he?"

"Let me just say this; I want to marry his dick. Fuck the man; I only want the dick… and maybe his tongue." She carefully wrapped the string of the teabag around her spoon to drain it. Holding the cup to her lips, she blew a steady stream of air over the top. "I'm telling you; he's hung like a horse, has a tongue like a snake, he's built like a pack mule and he fucks like a rabbit. That man is the whole fucking Wild Kingdom. They should have his ass on the Discovery Channel or some shit." Avery's voice quivered as she recounted just how incredible Randy was.

"Yeah…I kinda heard how perfect he was. I thought you got that whole howling thing under control."

Avery smirked around her cup. "I thought so too, but his dick is phenomenal! I swear I think it knocked my filling out of my fucking tooth." She put down her cup and laughed. "And I know that I won't be able to shit for at least a week. My ass is burning right now."

"Ok, TMI." Parker usually loved to hear about Avery's escapades, but she did have the tendency to give her way too many details.

"And he's freaky as a motherfucker. He likes to watch everything. All night, we were in front of the mirror. I don't know, maybe he wanted to see how good he looked while he was doing it…and let me tell you, he looked fucking fantastic. Did you know I have a mole on my ass? I found that shit out last night."

"So are you still all in love?" Parker still didn't fully understand Avery's attraction to Randy, although it made a more sense now. He was cute and flirty, but he was cocky. Maybe it was because Parker was too, that made her less than enthusiastic about the idea of sex with him. The two of them would probably kill each other if they ever hooked up.

"Nah, I think I'm over it now; his dick is just way too big. I'm a small girl, if I had that shit on a regular basis, I'd have a serious stank walk. Don't get me wrong…he was all that I thought he'd be and more, but I think I'll stick with the regular meal; I'm not ready for the super size just yet. Besides, did you see Jeff Hardy last night? Jesus, he's hot. And that little southern drawl…I wonder if he likes to dress up like a farmer." If nothing else, Avery was a girl with a short attention span. She changed men, like people changed underwear. "What the fuck is that?" She noticed Parker's neck when she threw her head back with laughter. She knew damn well what it was, but she wanted Parker to tell her. "What did you do last night?"

"Johnny!" She squealed like a school girl. There was no amount of logic that could explain it, but that didn't stop her from giggling when she thought about it.

"You high priced whore! You fucked Cena? He put his fucking mark on you?" Avery walked over to Parker and grabbed her chin, pushing her head back to examine the mark. "I've been sitting here for five minutes and you're just telling this shit? I want details bitch, all of the horny details. Don't skip anything."

Parker turned her head and smiled at her best friend. "I'm not telling you anything." She folded her arms across her chest as she tried to stand her ground.

"Oh come on, Park." Avery whined pulling the chair up closer to Parker. "Please? I'll tell you more about Randy."

"You're gonna do that anyway, even if I don't want to hear it."

"You're right. Ok…just tell me, does he have a big dick?" Avery was many things, but subtle wasn't one of them. "Is it bigger than it is in those pictures? Because you know, I kinda thought he was sporting wood in those shots."

"Leave me alone, Avery."

"Oh hell no. You fucked one of the hottest guys in the WWE and you're trying to be all tight lipped and shit. I bet you a dollar to a donut that your lips were anything but tight last night." If there was one thing Avery could do, it was read Parker like a book. "You blew him, didn't you? Did you choke, or did you go all deep throat? Did he talk and shit, because Randy wouldn't shut the fuck up. Oh my God…tell me. I'm dying here!"

If Parker could've toned down her smile, maybe she could talk. But just thinking about it made her feel all giddy inside. "He was so sweet, Ry-Ry. We hung out last night; we went to Crazy John's…"

"You took him to Crazy John's? The idea was for those guys to think we have some class, not broadcast that we're from fucking Highlandtown." She shook her head at Parker's choice of fine dining, but she was still most interested in the story. "So what happened next?"

"We talked, walked around the Harbor…then came back here." That was all Parker was giving up.

"What's with this gentle courting shit? I don't give a fuck about that. I wanna know what positions he had you in and did you make him say your name." Avery nodded suspiciously, at the way Parker fixed her eyes on the ceiling and started to whistle. "So you put a hurtin' on him, right? You should've made that fucker beg for laughing with that asshole, Charlie Haas."

Parker knew that came with the territory. She was often the butt of jokes and people always laughed. Hell, she laughed most times too. Laughing at herself took some of the sting out of other people's words. "He wasn't like that at all; he was so sweet. And this morning, he hugged me and told me he had a nice time. I swear he's like something out of fairytale."

"Yeah…the Brother's Grim." She mumbled to herself. Although Avery was happy for Parker, she was a little suspicious of John. Maybe telling him off at the table had something to do with his change of heart. Not that it mattered now. Parker was happy and that's all Avery cared about. "I told you, no one can resist the Dynamic Duo. We kick ass. We put that shit down, B-more style." She high-fived her best friend, but noticed the sad look on her face. "What's wrong? You should be floating around this place. You fucked Cena!" She pushed her on the arm to try to raise her excitement.

Parker knew that she was right and she was happy, there was no mistaking that. But still, there was something that wouldn't let her completely enjoy it. "I am. It's just…why me? I mean, he could have his pick of women to be with. Why did he pick me?"

Avery didn't hesitate with her answer. "Because you're a supermodel. You and me…we're young, we're hot, we're sexy; fuck what you heard. And I don't care what my cup size or your scale says…those boys know the good shit when they see it." She stood up and kissed Parker on the cheek. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna put my sore, sexy ass in the shower. I swear I'm gonna need a colonoscopy; I think he broke some shit." She padded her way to the bathroom and yelled over her shoulder. "We gotta check out soon. I'm taking us out to lunch. We got a lot to celebrate. Oh and you should take the sheets as a souvenir. I already packed mine in my over night bag."

"You're stealing the sheets?"

"Hell yeah. I stole Randy's shirt and his cell phone number, too. I'm on a roll." There was no shame in Avery's game. Although she lacked a couth, Parker wouldn't trade her for the world. "When he was in the shower, I called my cell phone from his. Now that I have his number, I'll be able to stalk him, wherever he goes and hopefully spy on Jeff Hardy in the process. I told you, if he valued his shit, he wouldn't leave it around me." Wiggling her eyebrows, Avery closed the bathroom door behind her.

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"Yeah…well you're still an asshole." Randy Orton pushed his baseball cap further down on his head as he walked through BWI airport. He had successfully bitched at John for the entire forty minute drive and he wasn't stopping just because they had reached their destination. He didn't care what excuses John had for himself; it all sounded like a bunch of bullshit to him.

John was fed up. He didn't see where he did anything wrong. He won the bet and Randy was obviously salty about it. "If you wanted to be with her, why the fuck were you all up on the girl I wanted?"

"Because that's what the fuck I do. I see ass, I go after it. It just so happens that chick Avery was waving hers in my face. She wasn't interested in you. But that shit with Parker…that was a fucking whore move." Randy and John had been known to argue at length over the stupidest things. It was one of the downfalls of traveling with your best friend. They knew each other entirely too well, they grated on each other's nerves and the little idiosyncrasies shared between them made their relationship that much more irritating.

As they made their way to the Delta terminal, Jeff immediately shook his head when he heard the two men's voices approaching him from behind. It wasn't like he nor Charlie hadn't ever heard an Orton and Cena argument before and if nothing else, he found them extremely entertaining.

"You're just mad that Avery didn't want your stale ass. But you ain't have to carry that girl to left like that. You did that shit just to spite me…didn't you?" Randy flopped down in the chair and stretched his legs in front of him.

"What are y'all fighting about now?" Jeff looked between John and Randy and tried to stifle his laugh. It wasn't even eight in the morning and he could already count the pulse rate in the vein jumping on Randy's neck.

"This bitch." Randy rolled his eyes at John. "He fucked that girl, Parker."

A huge grin spread on Charlie's face. "Ha ha…that's what the fuck I'm talking about. Pay up." He held out his hand to collect his winnings from Jeff. "I knew you would fuck her."

Randy looked at Charlie with utter contempt. "You don't think that shit was wrong? He fucked that girl on a bet. She was feeling him."

"Are you mad because I hit it, or because you didn't?" John turned in his chair to face Randy. "You can't have everybody, Orton. The world don't revolve around you. You tried to get some ass and that girl wasn't giving you no play. Besides, you fucked the fine one. What the fuck is your problem?"

"I didn't fuck her friend because of a damn bet; that's my problem. And what makes Avery fine? Is it because she's all of two pounds? Shit, my balls weigh more than she does." Randy leaned in and looked John in the eye. "What do you think it's like for Parker? She's a big girl and I'm sure she's taken shit because of it all of her life. I don't care how she comes off, that shit bothers her; it has to. You made her dream come true…she got to spend the night with John fucking Cena. Maybe just for once in her life, she felt like her weight didn't matter. But it did, didn't it? You only fucked her to win and to see if you get it up, without throwing up. That's some crass ass shit, man."

John sat back in his seat, quiet. He hadn't really put it in perspective like that. At the time, he knew it was a bet, but on the same token, he enjoyed himself. Parker knew there were no strings attached and she didn't question his motives. She was down for it. And even if Randy was right, Parker didn't seem to mind.

"What are you, a chubby chaser now?" Charlie counted his earnings and stuffed his half into his pocket. "You don't give a fuck about some fat bitch. She probably ate that shit up because nobody wants her fat ass. It's not like she was gonna get a better offer. Shit...if anything, Cena took one for the team. I damn sure wouldn't have fucked her and neither would you. I seen you do some foul shit before, Orton. But even you wouldn't have reduced yourself to that."

If Randy hadn't just gotten back from his latest suspension for his anger, more than likely he would have stole Charlie in the mouth. "I might do a lot of raunchy shit, but I don't use people. I don't play on people's emotions or use their insecurities for my personal gain. There ain't no hidden agendas with me; what you see is what you get." Randy found himself angry with Charlie at the moment for suggesting that John should have been praised for his actions. "I don't give a fuck that slept with her; I just don't like how that shit went down. And for the record, I would have gladly spent the night with her. And I wouldn't have needed a fucking bet to do it."

"You say that shit because you didn't have to be in the chubby girl's bed." Charlie refused to believe that Randy would have even given her the time of day. "And all that flirting and shit you did last night, so she wouldn't feel so ugly compared to her friend. What the fuck was that about? How was that any different then what Cena did?"

"Maybe he was interested… she was cute. Why is it so hard to believe that somebody could actually be attracted to her?" Jeff couldn't understand Charlie's adversity to this woman whose only sin was that she was overweight.

"Because she's a fucking porker."

Jeff held his hand out to stop Randy from answering Charlie. Ignorance like his did not need to be entertained. Turning to Cena, Jeff regarded the situation. "You didn't make it seem like you were just settling, did you? Cause that ain't right. She was a nice girl."

"No…I'll tell you what he did." Randy interrupted, feeling his dander rise again. "He talked to her, got her to open to him, and when she felt comfortable, he made it seem like he was interested. You always do that shit. If you wanted to bone, you should have just said that, not play the 'I'm such a nice guy' role. It's just fucked up that you made that girl think she was special, when you really thought she was fucking freak show."

Jeff looked at Randy and considered how angry he was. It's not like John and Randy didn't pull girls every night. All of them did it; they all had their own ways of getting women in bed. But to Jeff's knowledge, this was the first time that Randy was ever upset about it. "You like her, don't you?"

Randy shrugged with an attitude. "I don't really know her. But I do know that shit ain't right." He looked over at John and glared. "Did you see how fucking happy she was this morning? You're a dick."

John stood up and threw his hands in the air. "I'm done with this shit. I ain't arguing with you over some girl that I ain't never gonna see again. If you were interested, you should have made a move. And if you wanted to promise her fucking rainbows and butterflies, maybe you shouldn't have been fucking her friend. The shit is over…it's dead and stinking. You lost, fucking deal with it." As he walked past Charlie's outstretched hand, holding his split of the bet money, John shook his head. It wasn't worth it. He had enjoyed his time in Baltimore and once he was on that plane, he wasn't looking back. He didn't regret anything he did and not even Randy was going to change that.