Chapter 3
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John's POV

It felt like I was watching a car crash. I didn't wanna see what's happening, but I couldn't stop looking. I don't know why but Allison with that guy felt like a slap in the face.

"So is he your new boyfriend?" someone asked playfully across the table.

Allison just smiled and shook her head.

"Uh huh, that's bullshit," someone else said.

"Naw, Mark and I just friends," she defended.

"With benefits?" Randy asked.

"No," she answered. "Just friends."

"Friends who are just friends don't act like that Allison," another person said. "They don't hold hands either."

"Maybe yours don't," she said.

"Yeah, I guess I'll give you that," Randy said. "After all, Allison is pretty damn comfortable with a lot of things."

The rest of the people looked convinced, but I wasn't. How could you spend the whole dinner flirting, touching, and paying nearly no attention to anyone else without being more than just friends?

"You're quiet John, are you okay?" Mickie asked.

"Yeah," I answered simply. I wasn't in the mood to explain and it's not like I would've told her the truth anyway.

The rest of dinner felt like eternity.

Finally, I thought to myself as we got in the club. I had a feeling things between Allison and this Mark guy would only intensify. There's no way I'ma let myself go through this sober.

And apparently, I wasn't the only one. By the time I sat down, Allison was already sipping ona drink. Great. A flirt when sober can only mean a disaster when drunk.

It's not like I didn't know that already though.

My patience didn't last too long and I found myself wanting to leave around the tenth minute. I was surrounded with some of the craziest people I knew but I still felt alone and empty.

Somehow, I managed excuse myself and quickly headed back to the hotel. I needed sleep, and I bought another drink to join me.

Allison's POV, The next day

I woke up facing a harsh beam of light so I turned the other direction and OW!

"You have a bony ass elbow," I complained rubbing my cheeks.

Mark, who let me into his room for the night, laughed. "I'm glad to know my elbows are still bones."

I took his pillow and buried my face on it.

"You hungry?" he asked pulling me closer.

"Nuh uh," I answered childishly, shaking my head.

We stayed in that position for awhile. It was quite comfortable, but this bed didn't smell as good as the last one. I have a thing for scents.

"What do you wanna do?" he asked, rubbing my arm.

"I don't know," I mumbled, sitting up. "I should go back to Tiffany's room to get my stuff though."

"Do you want me to come with you?" he asked and I shook my head.

And that was my exit. It's not like we had sex so it went quick and painless.

"Oooh, look who's doing the walk of shame," Tiffany teased as I got in their room.

I shook my head and laughed.

"I thought you said you guys were just friends?" Randy asked

"Yeah, we are," I answered, looking for my bag.

"Then what's this about?" he questioned.

"What?" I asked back. "I cant sleepover my friend's room?"

"Yeah bu-" he started.

I cut him off. "I mean, it's not like I had my own room to begin with."

And with that, they shut up. They knew I won that one.

"Is this your bag?" John asked as he walked into the main room from the bathroom. He was looking at Tiffany and she shook her head.

"It's mine," I said simply walking over and taking it from him.

That was the most contact we've had and it was the most uncomfortable five seconds, ever. It didn't help with the way he looked at me either. His eyes felt deeper than any ocean I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot.

"Well I'm glad both of you guys are here, have a seat," Randy ordered.

John and I shot him a look like he was ridiculous for saying that.

"We need you guys to drive us to Las Vegas tomorrow," he announced. "I'm not telling Vince since he already said I'm not allowed for anymore breaks. So, I cant use the rental and I have to find my way around it."

The space between my eyebrows lessened, and I asked, "Why do you need both of us?"

"Because we're using your car but you don't know the way, and John does," Tiffany answered.

"Um, excuse me, but are you doubting my abilities?" I asked insulted. "And even if, I do have a GPS in my car."

"Yeah but I cant let you drive eight hours back by yourself," Tiffany reasoned.

"Alright but why does it have to be with John?" I asked bluntly.

I looked at him and I could tell he felt offended.

"Why not?" Randy asked. "It's unfair to Tiff and I if you guys keep avoiding each other like this."

Where is all this even coming from? What the fuck.

"Since when was who I hung out with any of your concern?" I snapped. "If you think that's unfair, I think it's unfair for you to push me into spending time with people I don't even like."

Silence fell upon the room and I almost regretted what I said. No, not what I said, but how I said it. I must've really pulled an upset because no one said anything until I did.

"Well.." I started.

I looked at my best friend which was the worst thing I could've ever done, for my cause. She's the type of girl that knew her way into persuasion without even saying anything.

I sighed.

"Come on Son," Randy pleaded. "I mean, I know you guys have a past but is it necessary to hold a grudge? Tiff and I have gone through our whole marriage having to divide time between the both of you, our best friends."

I sighed again and nodded. I couldn't mutter the words of approval because I still stood against the idea. I only started to agree because of my best friend. If Randy managed to muster up that speech, she must've complained about this enough to inspire him to.

"So are we set for tomorrow?" he asked.

"If John is, I guess," I said softly. We all looked at him and he only nodded in approval.

Boy oh fucking boy. What did I just get myself into?

Author's Note: Dun dun dun! The next chapter's when things are supposed to heat up. Should I even continue though? I've lightweight lost interest in this already?!? Haha, but thanks for the reveiws! You guys rock.

March 26, 2010