hey guys! i wanted to release the next two chapters together, since this one is kinda short. hope you like. REVIEW! please.

Ruby.

p.s. chapter four has something of a sex scene in it, but not really. if that stuff makes you uncomfortable, just skip the last part of chapter four.

ta!

Chapter Three

Boston: Part Two

John Cena had noticed the way Peyton had walked into Little Mama's restaurant that morning. Sophisticated, elegant, and agitated. She wore designer sunglasses to cover the gorgeous green eyes that everyone always complimented her on. A sun dress with a pencil skirt swished around her knees, the orange color accenting the "café au lait" hair. She looked good. Especially after what happened.

John knew about her break up with Randy, about the canceled wedding and fight. Hell, Randy was a good buddy of his. Maybe one of his best. Yes, Randy had told him that he would no longer require John's services as best man, but he seemed too preoccupied to go into details. And the frown he was sporting made John think twice about asking.

She walked straight for him with long, no-nonsense strides. Almost like a hellcat just about to pounce on it's prey. John made eye contact with her for the smallest second, watching her expertly navigate the crammed design of the room, then quickly checked his watch. Ten to seven. Damn. He had wanted to get breakfast early, go to the gym by seven, and then go check out the arena by eight. Looking up again, and seeing Peyton closer, John realized that his morning plans had changed.

Peyton placed her hand on the chair opposite of his, her eyes growing wide and glistening with a sort of innocense. "Mind if I join you? Everywhere else is full." Her voice made his ears tingle.

"It's all yours." He pulled a newspaper from his lap and began scanning the first page, a novice attempt to make it seem like he wasn't curious. She saw right through him. He could just tell.

A plumb waitress scurried over, "Can I get you something, hun?" She seemed to be fighting an accent.

Peyton nodded anxiously. She had been dying for a good cup of coffee for months and it seemed like this was the place to get one. "And can I have the blueberry waffles with a side of strawberries?"

John put his paper down, "You know what, Enid? Make that two. Put it on my tab."

Peyton started to protest, but he held a hand up to her. "I've been coming here for years. Ever since I was a kid. I get a discount."

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Around lunch, Trish had assembled Torrie and Candice to discuss what she had talked about with Mickie. "I just think something is up. I mean, I'm not really sure I buy into the whole 'Trish, I don't remember!' thing."

Torrie took a sip of the ice tea in front of her. "I never saw her drink that night. I saw her order something, but I could swear she didn't even finish that. Did either of you?" They both shook their heads.

Trish then proceeded to explain exactly what had happened on that meeting with Mickie. "I think she just has a thing for Randy... I know it's horrible to say, but... what else can you think of?"