Disclaimer: I own nothing but Jayden. I wish I owned Randy Orton. If I did I would have him chained to my bed and no stories would be written by me
I found myself lying in my mom's bed with my eyes closed tightly. I just didn't want all of that to be real. I wanted to wake up and find my mom here, that all of it had been a bad dream. That I had never fallen in love with Randy Orton, that I never gave him my virginity. But I knew as soon as I opened my eyes all of it would be true. My mom would be dead; I would be heartbroken and alone. So I slowly opened my puffy red eyes and sighed. I had been crying nonstop since I left the arena last night. I just didn't understand what I had done to deserve this. I turned my phone on to see 45 misses calls. One was from Mark. Ten were from John and the rest were from Orton.
I pressed my voicemail button and grabbed my mom's pillow holding onto it lie I was holding on for dear life. "You have five new messages. First Message left at 6:35pm Jayden its Mark. I got your message about you going home. Look we need to talk. Call me" I deleted that message quickly. "Message Two. Sent at 6:45pm Jay its john, I need to know you're ok. I have been texting and calling you all night. Just let me know you're alive." I deleted it quickly, not needing to hear it from John. "Message three. Sent at 6:49 pm Jayden its Randy. Look I don't know how Mark found out about us but I swear I didn't mean it. Please call me back baby. I love you." I sobbed as he told me he loved me. He never should have been talking about our private life with John. The next few messages were from Randy begging me to call him. "Message 9. Sent at 9:45pm, Jayden you need to fucking call one of us back. We are worried to death. Stop acting like a fucking child." He hung up. I almost deleted the last message but decided to listen. "Message ten. Sent at 10:00pm, Angel, please call me or John. We are really worried about you. I'm sorry for everything. I shouldn't have talked to john. I didn't mean to yell at you but I am worried. Call me back when you get this. I'll be up. I love you Angel."
After crying in bed for another half hour I could swear I smelt bacon cooking. Which was crazy because I was the only one home. So I pulled myself out of bed and walked down the hall. Turning I saw John Cena in one of my mom's aprons. It was pink and had flowers on it. If I had been in a better mood I would have laughed, instead I just stood there watching him cook. I must have made a noise because he turned and looked at me. "Hey Jay, You hungry?" He asked pointing to the massive pile of bacon that had already finished cooking. I shook my head before walking over to him and wrapping my arms around him and sobbing. "Shush jay, I got you sweetie. Let it out" He cooed quietly in my ear.
I don't know how long I stood crying in his arms, but all I know was it felt nice to not be alone. After what could have been hours I looked up at John who smiled at me. "I would ask how you are but you just answered me." He said quietly. I finally smiled at him, wiping my nose "Sorry about that Cena." I whispered as I went and sat on the chair. He laughed "its fine. Now why couldn't you text me? I was worried about you." He put his hands on his hips which made him look a little gay, seeing as how he was wearing the pink apron.
"Sorry John, I was just really worn out. I didn't mean to worry you." I really did mean it; I didn't want him to worry. He came over and sat next to me "You wanna talk about it? I spent all night talking to Randy. He's a mess Jay" I looked down when he said Randy's name. I didn't want to hear how hurt he was, he was the reason we were like this. "Well John if you talked to him, then there's nothing you need to know." I replied standing up and walking into the living room. John followed losing the apron as he came up behind me "Jay if you don't wanna talk about it you don't have to. I came because I was worried." I nodded, not turning around to look at him. I didn't understand what he wanted form me.
John pulled his phone out calling someone; I wasn't sure who until I heard him talk. "Yeah she's ok. She won't talk to me. What do you think? I don't know Rand. I'm not doing this for you." He hung the phone up before turning and looking at me. "I had to let him know you were alive, or he would have come here. I don't think you want that right now." I shook my head as I thought about randy showing up at this house.
John ended up staying for a few hours before he had to fly out for the house shows. I found myself enjoying the quietness of the house. There wasn't any WWE stars running around, or stage crews looking for you. I could just close my eyes and think, granted I really didn't want to think. All my thoughts of course went to Randy. So I picked up the phone and called him. Thanking god when I got his voice mail. "Hey you know who you reached. Sorry I'm busy. I'll call you back." I sighed as I waited to leave the message. "It's me. Look I'm alive and this is the proof. So you don't need to call me, or ask John about me. I just want to be left alone Randy. I-I don't love you Randy. "I covered the mouthpiece of the phone as I sober for a moment. " So leave me alone. Forget me. Got it?" I hung up the phone and laid back on the couch, pulling my knees up I just let out the sob that I had been holding back.
~Randy's POV:
I walked back into the locker room on auto pilot. Ever since Jayden had left I hadn't been sleeping at all. I found myself screwing things up. I just didn't get how I had opened my mouth to John. Actually I don't know what was so bad about it? John is my friend; we were talking like Guys do. Hell I bet Jayden would have talked to one of her girlfriends about it. So what the hell was so bad about me talking to my friend about it? It's not like I knew everyone was fucking listening in. I shook my head as I walked into my locker room. I pulled my phone out of my pants and saw I had a missed call from Jayden. My heart started to race as I noticed the voice mail light was on. Calling it I listened to the message and felt my blood boil.
"I-I don't love you Randy" Her voice echoed in my head. I slammed my phone throwing it across the locker room as it hit the wall shattering into a few pieces .I fell into a rage, throwing everything and anything I could get my hands on. I don't know what happened I just snapped. I didn't rely the tears falling from my face until I walked out of the now trashed locker room. Once I got into the hall I still wasn't calm. Adam walked up smiling at me, he didn't know what happened. But in my mind he was smiling at the fact of what Jayden had said. So I grabbed him I slammed him into the wall. Punching him in the face.
"Randy what the hell?" Jason aka Christian yelled at me as I wailed on Adam. I didn't care what anyone said. A few people pulled my off him before I spit on him. John was one of the people "Dude what happened?" He asked holding me back. I turned and smirked at him "Not a damn thing." I walked off, cracking my neck as I walked. So she wanted to play mind games huh? Well I know how to play those games.
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