"I don't want to ever see your goddamn face ever again!" I bellowed. "I need to practice my wrestling and I want you to get the fuck out of my fuckin' face!"

"I can see you're upset-"

"Yeah, just a little." I got up off the bench and went into The Rock's office. I slammed the door and locked it.

"John, is there a problem?" The Rock asked.

"Hmm, yeah, just a little. I don't want him anywhere near me. He doesn't even care. He's only pretending to because he found out that I heard him saying that stuff about me. Where are the guys?"
"The guys aren't here, I wanted you to talk to Ken so I cancelled practice."

"Fine, I'm going home then. I'm not talking to him."

"I'm not letting you leave until you talk to him."

"You going to be here for a pretty long time then, Coach."

"I know, but I am willing to do it, you need to hear your father out, he needs to explain to you what's going on." I swore loudly and punched the wall.

"I don't want to fucking talk to him!" I said. Kennedy managed to open the door and walked in.

"I could hear you all the way from out there." He said calmly.

"Good, now I don't have to explain it all over again." I walked towards the door. "Stay away from me and my mother… we don't need you! Coach, I'm leaving."

"No you aren't."

"I spoke to him just like you told me too. So, I'm going home and I swear, if you go anywhere near my house then I'm calling the cops. I don't need you in my life!"

I began to walk out of the office and Kennedy came over to me and tackled me to the ground.

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" I bellowed and threw him off of me. He got up and gave me a look of approval.

"He does have my blood." He said to the Rock

"I told you he did." I looked up at Kennedy and realized that he really did want to talk to me.

"I'll give him five minutes alone." I said and Kennedy looked at the Rock who nodded.

"Fine, you guys can talk in my office. Me and my father walked inside the office and I took the seat behind Coach's desk and he took the seat in front.

"John, you need to listen to me."

"Wait, listen to me first! I heard what you said on the phone, okay. You don't need to like my mother, you don't even need to like me, I don't care but I don't want you saying that you fuckin' hate me when you haven't even fuckin' met me!"

"I needed to meet you first before I made an intelligent decision!"

"I can not believe how stupid you are! You don't decide that hate someone before you meet them and besides, you are pretty much seventy five percent responsible for my existence."

"How am I?"

"Hmm, you and mom gave your own parts which in my opinion is twenty five percent each and then the guy usually has these urges which gives you another fifty percent. You ARE seventy five percent responsible for me and I don't care if you were my age when you got mom pregnant. You may have been immature then but you should be man enough now to be able to say 'sure, I made a mistake all those years ago, but you know what, I need to do what's right for the product of what my mistake caused' and the product is sitting right before you now." He nodded as I took a breath.

"I understand that you are upset, John, but-"

"And there you go, now you are going to defend yourself. 'I know I made a mistake but it doesn't matter because…' is but your favorite word or something?"