A/N: Hey guys. Here's another update, yay! Don't wanna say much coz I don't wanna spoil anything. So... Enjoy!

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Pinky Promise

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Chapter 13: Enlighten Me

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The catering area was bustling with WWE talent and staff. There was one particular table that was exceptionally loud. Bianca sat in amusement amidst the Divas as they gossiped about the male wrestlers.

"So how was shopping?" Amy asked, seating herself next to the brunette.

Bianca grinned at her. "Ask John. He's the one that got carried away."

"Let me guess," Amy started playfully. "Jerseys."

Bianca nodded. "Jerseys," she confirmed.

"Typical," the redheaded diva chuckled. "He's just like Adam and his guitars. He sees one and he has to buy it."

The two girls shook their heads. "Men," they said simultaneously.

"Speaking of men," Amy said, pointing across the room, "there's yours."

Bianca turned her head in the direction of Amy's finger and saw John advancing towards them. By the look on John's face, Bianca could tell that something had just happened.

"John?" She looked up at her fiancé cautiously, trying to read his expression. By this time, all the divas at the table had turned their attention towards the couple.

"We need to talk," John said solemnly.

"Oh, okay," Bianca nodded. She turned to the girls and bid them goodbye before heading out with John.

John held her by the hand as he led her down the corridor, but he neither slowed down for her nor even acknowledged her. It was starting to worry Bianca, but she said nothing.

As they reached the door to his locker room, John led her straight inside. Randy, who was sitting on one of the benches and watching the TV screen, looked up at them curiously. He opened his mouth to say something but was abruptly cut off.

"Randy. Out." John demanded sternly.

Randy quickly stood up, forcing himself not to grin. Ooh, Bianca is in trouble. "Yessir," he said, giving John a fake salute and Bianca a cheeky smile before heading out the door and closing it behind him.

The couple stood apart from each other in awkward silence. Bianca was scared, not knowing what had just happened or why John was upset. She stole a glance at him, waiting for him to acknowledge her.

John stood near the bench, facing the locker. Now that he had Bianca alone, how was he going to confront her about her job? Regardless of how he was going to ask her, it was still going to be awkward for the both of them. What if Randy was lying? What if he misheard? Mentally slapping himself, John decided to get it over with now before more questions started flooding his head. "Why'd you lie to me about your job?"

"Huh?" Bianca stared at him with wide eyes. How did he find out?

"You lied to me about your job," John repeated again more cautiously, turning to look her directly in the eye. "I wanna know why."

"What, are you spying on me?" Bianca threw back at him, frowning.

"No," John told her, shaking his head. She hadn't answered his question, but by the way she was getting defensive, he could tell he hit his mark.

"Then did you send someone else to spy on me?" Bianca questioned again.

"No!" John denied. "No one was spying on you." He wasn't about to rat Randy out; he was right after all, anyway. "I called the paper," John lied.

"You what?" Bianca almost yelled at him. He had no right to do that. "Why'd you do that?"

John had to think quickly. "I was worried that they wouldn't take you back if you were gone for too long, so I called them." John cowered slightly under Bianca's cold gaze. He almost forgot that he was the one that was initially upset. "And that's when they told me that you didn't work for them anymore. You lied to me," he said, pointing a finger at her accusingly and regaining control of the confrontation.

"I had my reasons," Bianca defended softly, turning her head away from him.

"What happened?" John said, stepping to her so he was right in front of her. "Were you fired? Did you quit? What?"

"No!" Bianca denied, but John couldn't tell what she was answering to. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he waited for an explanation. Bianca closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. She couldn't tell him that she was fired on the exact same day that she finally agreed to marry him. It would be too suspicious, and it would ruin everything. "I quit," she told him sternly, hiding any trace of a lie.

John frowned at her. "That was a stable career, Bianca. Why would you do that? That was a stupid move. Do you know how many people would kill to have your job?" John was appalled. Bianca was always a smart girl who made wise decisions. "I thought you knew better than that."

The frown on Bianca's face deepened. If only he knew what it was like to work for the paper. She didn't appreciate the way John was talking to her. Normally, she wasn't one to retaliate, but if John was going to make her feel bad, well, two could play at that game. "Before you even try to guilt trip me, you should at least hear me out," she started, glaring at him.

"Enlighten me," John's voice dripped with sarcasm. Nothing Bianca could say would justify her reason for quitting; nothing.

"I quit because of you," Bianca shot back, poking John in the chest.

"What?" John wasn't expecting Bianca to say that. "What do you mean 'because of me'?" He used his fingers as quotation marks for emphasis.

"You wanted me to travel with you. Did you honestly think I could just up and leave my home and my job? My bosses weren't about to let me leave just because you wanted me to." The lies spilled out of Bianca's mouth as if they were the truth. She didn't want to lie to John anymore, but he had angered her so much that at that moment, she didn't even care. "I begged them to let me go even just for a little bit, but they wouldn't let me so I quit—for you."

"You…" John was at a loss for words. What was he supposed to say to that? "You shouldn't have done that," he said softly.

"Why?" Bianca stared at him challengingly. "You got what you wanted; I'm here," she pointed out, motioning to herself.

"You're right, I wanted you here with me," John admitted. "But not to the point where you had to quit your job."

"Well then what do you want?" Bianca raised her voice in frustration. "Do you want me to leave now? I can't go back home, John. I don't have a job anymore."

"I didn't say that," John argued. Their squabble had gotten way off course.

"You don't even know what you say most of the time," Bianca threw in. "First you want me here, but now you're mad that I had to cut a few losses to do so."

"You lied to me about your job!" John exclaimed angrily. "The least you could have done was tell me from the beginning."

"For what? So you could be mad at me back then and force me to stay home?" Bianca argued. "Yeah right, John. I already gave up too much just to be here."

"You know, you're right," John finally said, too tired to argue any longer. "Maybe you should have stayed home. I'm sorry I lost you your job," he said spitefully before hoisting his championship belt over his shoulder. He didn't catch the hurt look on Bianca's face, and before she could say anything back, he was out the door.

Bianca sank onto the bench and covered her face in her hands, letting out a frustrated sigh. She hated fighting with John. It was a rare occurrence, but every time it happened, Bianca would end up feeling terrible.

She watched with sad eyes as the TV screen featured John Cena vs Edge. She sat in the locker room alone in melancholy silence, half paying attention to the screen, half thinking about her argument with John. It was all just so…stupid.

Just as John went for the pin, Bianca stood up and headed out. She didn't think staying in the locker room would be such a good idea. She walked down the hallways, trying to avoid people as she headed towards the exit.

"Bianca!" The brunette stopped and turned at the sound of her name. She saw Amy running up to her, and she gave the diva a sad smile.

"Hey," Bianca tried to greet as cheerfully as possible.

"Where ya headed to?" Amy asked. She knew better than to ask about what had happened between her and John. By the way John was being exceptionally rough out in the ring, and by the look on Bianca's face, she could tell it hadn't ended very well at all.

Bianca shrugged at her question. "I'm leaving," she simply answered, continuing to walk as Amy followed.

Amy gazed down at her cellphone for the time. There were still a couple more matches left for the night, but she wasn't needed. "Come on. We can take my rental," she said, linking arms with Bianca and leading her to the parking lot.

Bianca smiled gratefully at her. "Thanks, Amy."

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Once they reached the hotel, Bianca headed straight to her room. Amy, who understood that Bianca needed time to herself, bid her good night before making her way over to her own room.

Sitting on the bed, Bianca slipped off her engagement ring and left it on the nightstand out of habit. She always worried that if she slept with it on, one of the diamonds would fall off if she rolled over too much. She looked around the room sadly. She was hardly ever alone in the hotel room; usually John was there with her.

Bianca started to think about the argument again and felt miserable. She had lied to John again and even made him angry. She shook her head at herself, pondering over what she should do now. John was undoubtedly mad at her; he hadn't even called her to tell her where he was. Maybe you should have stayed home. She cringed as John's voice echoed in her mind. Walking over to the closet, she pulled out her luggage. Maybe John was right.

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John stumbled recklessly into the hotel room. Feeling for the light switch, his eyes immediately squinted as the pitch black room was suddenly flooded with light. After Adam had informed him that Bianca had left with Amy long ago, John decided to head to the nearest bar to clear his head. Adam and Randy followed, and John allowed himself to get caught up in the alcohol, if only to forget about his argument with Bianca. He figured she would need time to cool off anyway.

Groggily reaching the bathroom, John splashed water onto his face to try and sober himself up, but it wasn't working. Deciding that it would be best to just sleep it off, he headed into the bedroom and switched on the light.

John scrunched his face at the empty room. Bianca wasn't there. He assumed that she was probably still out with Amy and the other divas. He would have shrugged it off and went straight to bed, but something seemed different—something that his inebriated mind couldn't comprehend.

Heading over to the closet, he opened the door and tilted his head in confusion when it seemed roomier. Was something missing? Whatever it was, John decided he would deal with it in the morning. He just wanted to go to sleep. Switching the light off, he undressed and tucked himself into bed. When he turned the bedside lamp on, something shiny caught his eye on the nightstand.

John sat up in bed and examined the shiny object between his fingers. He sobered up immediately when he realized what it was. Why wasn't Bianca wearing her engagement ring? She never removed it unless she was going to bed or showering.

Putting two and two together, he rolled out of bed and headed towards the dresser. All of Bianca's clothes were gone. He looked to the closet and it finally hit him that it was Bianca's luggage that was missing.

John could feel his heart stop as he heard his own harsh words repeat themselves in his head. Clutching the engagement ring tightly in his palm, John cursed himself silently. Bianca was gone.

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A/N: So there it is.. Their first big argument. Review?