Helloooo!! So, did I update soon enough, for ya? Anyway, thanks A BUNCH to everyone who reviewed.. I've had the most reviews for the last chapter, and I definitely feel loved. So here is chapter 21. Hope it makes you laugh.. ENJOY!!

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Pinky Promise

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Chapter 21: I Hate Traffic

Seated in the passenger seat of the rented black Hummer H3, Bianca tried her best to lean as far away from the driver seat as possible. There was a permanent scowl on her face as she relentlessly glared daggers at the driver.

"Didn't your mom ever tell you not to make faces or else your expression will stay that way?" The wrestler smirked, never taking his eyes off of the road.

Bianca hmphed. I hate you, John Cena! She cursed her fiancé in her head. "Didn't your mom ever tell you to lay off the cheeseburgers? Those things obviously went straight to your thighs," Bianca shot back. Of all the people to be stuck in a car with, it had to be him.

Finally, Randy turned to face her in the driver's seat. "Oh, how original, Bianca," he said sarcastically. "Was that supposed to hurt my feelings?"

Bianca growled incoherently at him, although Randy was able to make out the words overgrown, meathead, and asshole. "I can't believe I'm stuck here with you. I would have been fine catching a taxi all by myself," she complained.

"Yeah? Well, I'm not exactly thrilled either," Randy replied sourly. "You're lucky your fiancé is my best friend, otherwise I would have left you on the side of the road a long time ago."

Bianca scoffed. From Tampa, the WWE made their way up the coast to Jacksonville. Although they had a few days there, John had to leave early for Atlanta, Georgia for a promotion that he would be doing; Bianca was left behind to sign out of their hotel room. Although Bianca was completely capable of getting to Atlanta on her own (actually, she was planning to hitch a ride with Adam and Amy, but damn them for renting a two-seater), John insisted that she head up with Randy. The drive from Jacksonville to Atlanta was a five and a half hour drive, but as their luck would have it, they hit traffic, which meant they would be stuck with each other for even longer.

"You're lucky Sam's not here, otherwise she'd realize how much of an asshole you are and leave you for someone way better," Bianca retorted. Why did Sam have to head back to Missouri so soon? It would have been much easier for Bianca to tolerate the drive had she been there.

Randy ignored her retort. "You know, I don't blame John for wanting me to baby-sit you," he started. "I'm sure he would have let you on your own if he trusted you—"

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean!?" Bianca snapped. Randy was wrong… "He does trust me…"

Randy smirked; he had Bianca right where he wanted her. And oh, how he loved getting her so worked up. "Oh, sure," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "After you lied to him about your job and after you lost your engagement ring, I'm sure he trusts you." Bianca glared at him but said nothing. "I think he's starting to realize what you're doing… Maybe Johnny's not so dumb after all."

"And what exactly am I doing?" Bianca challenged.

"You just love making me say it, huh," Randy shook his head, grinning. "You're a gold digger."

"Am not," Bianca interrupted.

"Are too," Randy continued. "Deny it all you want, but you make it so obvious… You lose your job, and suddenly you're engaged to John Cena… Then you lose your ring, and suddenly you're wearing new brand name clothes and shoes… Hmm, something looks fishy."

"You forgot to mention the part where I bought John three new pairs of Reeboks, or when I paid for his custom-made Red Sox jersey, or even when I bought new furniture for his house!" Bianca said with a raised voice. After she had "lost" her engagement ring, she felt so guilty, that she went on a spending spree…for John. "I am not a gold digger," she stated, tears forming in her eyes. She wasn't sure if she said that reassure herself, or if it was to tell Randy off.

"It still doesn't measure up to what John did for you," and Bianca didn't like the quirky little smirk on Randy's face. "He paid for your plane tickets, he paid for your hotels, he paid for the rentals, he paid for your food, he paid for two engagement rings—"

"Just shut up!" Bianca finally yelled, turning to face her interrogator. "God, you are so fucking irritating!"

The rest of the drive up the freeway was in silence. Bianca faced the window, not seeing the growing smug look on Randy's face.

Bianca was sick and tired of staring at cars. When is this drive going to be over? Shouldn't they have reached Atlanta by now? If the traffic wasn't as bad as it was, then maybe. But then again, it was nearing nightfall, and they had left early in the morning. What if Randy didn't know where he was going?

Suddenly, Randy took a sharp right turn off the freeway and onto a one-lane road. "Where are we going," Bianca demanded.

"I'm looking for a place where I can hide your body after I kill you," Randy said, and by the look on his face, Bianca couldn't tell if he was serious or not. All Bianca could do was glare at him. Randy rolled his eyes. "I was just kidding," he said in slight irritation. "We're getting food. Maybe if you eat something, you won't be so fucking cranky."

Bianca scoffed. "I'm not hungry," she said, turning her back on him to face the window once again.

"You're a horrible liar," Randy said, pulling into a drive-thru of a busy McDonald's. "I don't see how John can fall for it all." Bianca ignored his comment. "What do you want?" He said, as he stopped near the first menu.

"I'm not hungry." Bianca repeated. Randy only gazed at her with a look that said he didn't believe her. "Number one…" She finally said.

"Can I get three number-ones," Bianca heard Randy order, and she raised an eyebrow at him. "Two for me, one for you," he replied sarcastically at the look that she was giving him.

"One for each of your thighs," Bianca couldn't help but to retaliate.

Randy turned away from her to grin. "Touché."

Once they hit the freeway again, the two started to pick at their food. "Shouldn't you be watching what you eat?" Randy taunted just as Bianca was about to take a bite out of her burger. "You can't expect to keep in shape if all you eat is junk food."

Bianca couldn't help but to look down at her figure. She was just fine; what the hell was Randy talking about? She turned to glare at him. "Says the guy who just ordered two BIG MACS. Give me a fucking break," she animatedly took a bite out of her burger, chewing loud and with her mouth open.

Randy shook his head, catering to his own food. "I honestly don't see what John sees in you. You're not pretty, you're a fucking slob, and you are so fucking immature."

"Oh boo hoo! Cry me a river, build me a bridge, and get the fuck over it," Bianca said carelessly. "I swear to God, if you open your mouth one more time I'm going to—"

"What?" Randy challenged. "What are you gonna do, hit me? Go ahead and hit me, you little bitch," he tilted his face towards her to egg her on. He didn't see it coming…

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The gas station was in the middle of nowhere. Bianca remained seated in the passenger seat, and she watched tearfully as Randy stood yards away from the vehicle, one hand held an ice pack to his eye, the other held his phone to his ear as he talked animatedly to the person on the other line.

Bianca quickly wiped the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. It's all over… Randy was on the phone with John, and by the looks of it, he was probably ratting her out right now. Strike three.

She straightened up in her seat when she saw Randy coming back towards the SUV, and she wiped the remaining tears from her face. Randy stopped right in front of the passenger door and motioned for her to roll the window down. Once she did, he handed his phone to her.

"John wants to talk to you," he said, expressionless.

Bianca took the phone from Randy, her hands visibly shaking. Randy simply walked over to the driver side and started the car. "H-hello…?" She spoke nervously, but was confused to find that John was…laughing?

"Binx, I can't believe you gave Randy a black eye!" John didn't sound mad at all. In fact, he sounded quite amused.

"Oh…" Bianca simply said. "Yeah…it was an accident…" She tried to lie, although being provoked wasn't considered an accident.

"Randy told me that you elbowed him in the face when you both tried to pick something up," John explained for her, and Bianca raised an eyebrow, glancing to the side at Randy. Elbow? Randy remained expressionless as he drove up the highway. "How bad is it?" John asked, although there was no concern in his voice.

Bianca glanced at Randy again. His eye was starting to swell. "Umm… Pretty bad..?"

And John only laughed through the phone. "Aw man, wish I was there to see that. But hey, I gotta head back to the meeting, but I'll see you when you get here.. Love you, bye." Bianca heard John chuckle as he mumbled about Randy's black eye before he hung up.

Bianca snapped the phone shut. "Why'd you lie to him?" She couldn't help but to ask. Surely, Randy had an underlying motive. He wouldn't just lie to cover up for her. "You could have told him the truth… You could have ratted me out! That was strike three, wasn't it?"

Randy snorted. "No." He simply answered. "What fun would it be if I ratted you out now? I'm waiting for you to dig a deeper hole. Consider this a freebie. You're welcome."

Bianca turned away from him. "Whatever." She was too tired to argue with him any more, and her hand hurt like hell from punching him. She just wanted to reach Atlanta so that she could be with John.

The rest of the ride continued in peaceful silence.

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"Finally!" John Cena waited at the front of the hotel, engulfing his fiancée in a hug and spinning her around. He ignored Randy as the latter stalked directly into the hotel, leaving the bellhop and the valet to do everything. As much as John wanted to tease Randy for his black eye, he knew that could wait. Right now, he just wanted to hold his girl.

He pulled Bianca into a sweet kiss, and pulled away chuckling. "What's that face for?" He placed a hand on her cheek as she continued to pout.

Bianca simply answered: "I hate traffic!"

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