Chapter 10
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Allison's POV

With my luxury to peek over at John inexistent, the minutes went on for what felt like hours. I was on my tenth squat before I allowed my ass to fall freely on a chair. I sighed heavily and slouched.

Not going unnoticed, Cody asked, "Are you alright over there?"

Nodding my head slowly, I shrugged.

"Wait, what?" he asked and walked towards me. "That was the oddest contradiction I've ever seen."

"Mm," I muttered lifelessly. "I feel like shit."

"Any particular reason why?" he questioned.

"No," I lied, shaking my head slowly. I stopped when I caught his eye and it instantly calmed me. A form of comfort registered in his face and it shifted my train of thought in a snap. Good old Cody Rhodes; I hadn't given him much credit in the time I've been here. Why was I putting all my eggs in John's basket? Just because I'm his best friend, it doesn't mean I can't date.

I looked at him, squinting as the thoughts got deeper into my head. "Cody?"

"Yeah?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Let's go out again tonight," I demanded. "I wanna hit the clubs."

It's the perfect place to test my chemistry with you and whoever else I'll come across.

Later That Day

I diligently eyed the elevator buttons as I waited anxiously to reach my room. I had parted ways with Cody briefly to shower and maybe talk to John. I hadn't seen him since after the show, and even after hearing him in bed with Mickie fucking James, I still missed him.

It took awhile for me to fully turn the knob, but once I did, the door swung faster than expected. John was on the other end with the same expression: surprised and stricken. I struggled to get passed this moment, but I did eventually. My feet managed to regain it's initial goal, which was to head for the bathroom and surprisingly, John didn't stop me. I flew right past him and he acted like I was air. I heard the door close before I had the chance to reach the other.

"Asshole," I muttered bitterly. That just confirmed every reason why I felt like shit all morning.

Not taking long to shrug it away, I showered and easily brushed John off my mind. For once since the past few days, I had other things to worry about.

John's POV

Wow, did I really just walk off on Allison? We acted exactly like the day after our drunken sex session last year, and I'm not about to make a replay of that. I intuitively retreated back into the room and waited for another opportunity to talk to her. I sat on the bed, tapping my fingers against the hem of my shorts as I ruminated of what things to say.

"Oh," I heard and immediately, I looked up. It was Allison wrapped in nothing but a towel and her dripping wet hair. I cleared my throat and slowly looked away. Obviously, this wasn't the first time I've seen her like this, but this didn't quite fit comfortably with our current situation. Not to say, it didn't put us at somewhat of an ease.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her kneel down towards her bag as she pulled out a white v neck and some jean shorts.

"Sorry," I apologized abruptly, not allowing her the chance to start changing.

She looked at me sharply and asked, "For?"

"Walking away earlier," I answered simply.

"Mm, don't worry about it," she said.

I watched as she slid the shorts underneath the towel before allowing it to freely come loose from her body. I felt my mouth dry up at the sight of bare back.

"So…how was last night…or this morning?" I asked after she was fully dressed.

She turned fully, permitting me to see the questionable look on her face. "This morning? What does that mean?"

"Didn't you sleep over?" I asked.

"Yeah, but that's none of your business," she said. "You don't needa know details."

"Uh alright," I said plainly, slightly taken back by the bluntness in her words. "You okay?"

"Yep."

"Alright," I nodded slowly. She might be okay, but we don't seem to be. I have to fix this.

I cleared my throat for the second time, but my attempt to gain her attention failed. She briskly made her way into the balcony and ignored any thought of my presence. Damn. How am I gonna get her to talk to me? Wait, why isn't she talking to me?

With the mission to get answers, I got up and followed her.

"Hey Al, what's going on?" I asked directly.

"I'm looking at the view?" she asked rather slowly. Her tone of voice made me feel like I had just asked the stupidest question in the world.

"What about us?" I questioned. "We're not acting normal."

She shrugged. "Since when did we establish the meaning of 'normal' anyway?"

"Well, I know we aren't supposed to be this tense around each other," I stated. "Is there something bothering you?"

"I should be asking you that," she muttered, rolling her eyes. She couldn't get anymore intimidating. If she had looked me in the eye, I could swear daggers were coming towards me.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Cody," she said plainly.

"Cody? What does Cody have to do with us?" I asked aggressively. The mention of his name made my face scrunch up with disgust.

"I don't know, you tell me John. You're the one acting weird every time he comes up, I told you that."

"Why are you being so defensive about him?" I asked sourly.

"Because I can," she stated, cutting off the next thought I had to say.

Silence.

"Look, if being best friends again means I get scorned at for hanging out with a friend then-" she started to say.

I cut in, "Al why are you suddenly questioning our deal because of what? Cody?"

"Stop saying his name that way," she hissed. "I'm not fucking saying Mickie's name like that."

My head shot back as Allison walked away. Mickie? How did she end up in this conversation?

"What about Mickie?" I asked, following after her.

"I came in here last night," she revealed. "But I left and let you two do your thing. So you should be able to do the same with me and Cody."

"I did, didn't I?"

"Yeah but you act like such a damn girl about it," she snapped, shaking her head. "If anyone has that right, I do. Especially since it's Mickie fucking James."

"Stop saying his name that way" I mocked her. "Isn't that a little hypocritical of you?"

"That's different," she countered.

"And why?"

"Because! She's part of our past. Cody's innocent, he didn't do shit to you," she defended.

"And what did Mickie do huh? Nothing," I said firmly.

"Nothing my ass," she murmured. "You know what she did, you know what both of you guys did."

"Yeah, we dated a couple times. That's the past Al, I thought we made a deal to forget about it. Why are you even bringing that petty shit up?" I scorned her.

"Petty to you, but not to me," she muttered, barely allowing me to hear the worlds that trailed her pursed lips.

"Fuck it John," she said, gaining her voice back. "Deal's off. I don't have time to put up with your insensitivity."

"Al," I began to say but she wasn't done talking.

"It was ignorant to me to accept the deal anyway. Just forget the past and move on? Yeah, as if it were that easy."

"Al, I didn't-" I trailed off.

"You didn't think this through John, it's okay. The deal's off, just go back to forgetting I ever existed and we'll be good. I'm not stupid to fall for this the second time."

I sighed, feeling frozen the minute she left my sight. I knew I would kick myself for letting her just leave, but I knew even better to let her. There's no way I would've came up with a fail proof speech to counter what she had just said. I knew this wasn't over, and I just needed the another opportunity to prove it.

Later That Night

Downing my third shot, I held the glass as the liquor trailed down my throat. My face got sour as I felt it slightly burn, but it was a good kind of burn. I couldn't possibly get through the night sober; I didn't have Allison. Luckily, I heard a bunch of the roster having some talk about the clubs tonight and I had no doubt I'd see her here. Cody always went, which meant she would too.

"I had fun last night," I heard from behind, right as a pairs of arms slickly made it's way across my chest.

I angled my head to get a view of her and half-smiled, "Hey Mickie."

"So," she began to say as she retreated her upper limbs. "I heard Allison's here."

My eyebrows raised, pleased at the mention of her name. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Mickie repeated, occupying the empty seat beside me. "Is she here with you or…"

I shrugged.

"She's with Cody huh?"

I shrugged again.

"Well they're right there," she stated. "They're dancing and whoa, that girl knows how to move her ass."

My eyes lingered at the two's public show and I swear, it burned harder to see that, than the liquor. Allison and Cody couldn't get any closer, and the parts of her body no other man should be touching was right on him.

"I was walking in and I overheard the guys say her name. Something about her being hot but she's with you or something," Mickie said. "It doesn't make sense cos she's over there with another guy, and you're over here with me."

I took a long sigh in before I slouched into my chair.

"Wait, so who is she really with? You or Cody?" she asked. This girl sure loved to talk.

"It's complicated… but she's supposed to be with me," I stated, not caring if the fact hurt her or not. I didn't hear her voice and so I assumed it did, but to my surprise she grabbed my hand.

"Where are we going?" I asked, battling through the growing sound of the music.

"To go get her," she answered, further making her way into the dance floor. "Just stay with me for a bit so it's not obvious. Then I'll ask Cody to dance, and you can ask Allison."

Her plan took awhile to sink in but once it did, a smile formed my lips. I guess Mickie deserved a little more credit than I thought.

My heartbeat started racing faster and faster, the closer I got to the dance floor. I couldn't take my eyes off Allison, no matter how much it killed me to see her against another man. I just couldn't miss a single second of her movement because in a matter of time, she'll literally be right in front of me. Me, and not Cody.

"Johnnn," Mickie growled. "You're gonna have to at least pretend to dance in order for this to work."

I chuckled. For some reason, 'dance' sounded like a foreign word and 'Allison' seemed to be the only thing left on my vocabulary. I couldn't function properly, I just stood there like an idiot. An idiot who couldn't stop looking at the most beautiful woman in the world. So I guess I wasn't too bad off.

"Ugh you know what John," Mickie grunted. "I guess we'll skip a few steps. I'ma go ask Cody to dance and you take Allison k?"

I didn't even speak, I didn't even look at her, but I nodded in agreement. The view I chose to see was suddenly joined by Mickie. I chuckled, seeing her struggle with the plan. I could see 'skeptical' written all over Cody's face but Mickie wasn't taking no for an answer. Soon enough, he finally gave in.

Allison smiled as she gave up her spot on the dance floor. She started walking away and this was it. This was my chance.

Allison's POV

Damn that bitch. She took John and now she's taking Cody too? Wait, what the fuck was I thinking letting her take my spot? When did I suddenly turn fake and smile at the hoe? No, no, no. She can't be in the picture, she's the reason I had to cut John out of it. That and somewhat for his disapproval of Cody.

I turned my gaze back on the dance floor and before I had the choice to take Cody back, someone grabbed my hand. The touch felt all the more familiar and I had no doubt on who it was: John.

"Hey," he greeted lowly.

I didn't say a word.

"Dance with me," he ordered, pulling my hand closer towards the dance floor. I fixed my eyes at our interlaced hands then trailed them back to his. The stare in his eyes had never looked so desperate.

Still not saying a word, I slowly led us back into the dance floor. He was lucky I loved to dance.

"Can you keep up?" I yelled through the music.

"What?" he asked, pulling his ear towards my lips.

"You better keep up Cena," I said in a smile. Something about music always turned me into this seductive, careless being. Nothing ever mattered when I danced.

Moving my body with the music, I placed myself in front of John as I got ready to give him the grind of his life. Swaying my butt indescribably, I felt his hands press against my waist. It didn't take long for things to get intense. We couldn't get any closer, and I swear, I could feel his heartbeat as if it were my own.

"The deal's not off," he whispered into my ear.

His words signaled relief into my thoughts but my body continued dancing. Once the song changed, I grabbed his hand and led him out into the dance floor. We needed to talk.

"The deal's not off," he repeated firmly. "Al, I'm sorry if you thought I was being careless. I'm anything but that, I swear to you."

I smiled, cupping his cheeks to propel his relaxation. I could tell this speech had him all worked up and tense. "Thank you best friend."

"So are we good again?" he asked.

"If you can find a way to be okay with Cody then yeah."

"And what if I don't?" he questioned.

I shrugged. "You try can finding out."

"Why do I even have to be okay with Cody anyway? Why are you making him so important between us?" he asked me.

"Because I'm dating him now."

Author's Note: Ahh, so what now? Will John let Cody get in the picture or will he fight to keep him away from it? Hmpt. Feedback would be greatly greatly appreciated. I need it to keep momentum! I know what I want to happen, but it feels like barely else wants to know? Ahaa, thanks for those persistent with the reviews though!

Oh anddd, I have a new story up. Go check it out, it's called If We Ever Meet Again. The storyline's not typical like this one :)

May 08, 2010.