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Facing the Facts-

This was not good, this was not supposed to happen.

I'm supposed to hate John Cena, and I've done a good job at it so far. I hate his stupid baggy shorts, his dumb team jerseys, his stupid smile and his stupid dimples, and the fact that after all this time he still knows me from front to back .

Sighing, I begin to silently bang my head against one of the lockers.

"So this how you solve your problems." I would usually groan upon hearing his voice, but for once in a long time his voice brings me to ease. I hear John walk up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and he turns me around, pulling me into a hug. "I'm sorry about what had happened out there."

I don't respond immediately, I just pull myself deeper into John's chest, just like I used to do when we were younger, it always made me feel better. "I'm supposed to hate you."

I feel John's body vibrates as he lets out a laugh. "How's that working out for you?"

"It's not." I shrug pulling away from John and sitting down on the couch. "I don't like you John, but I think we could try and make this friends thing work, for the sake of our jobs."

"You sure about this Roxy?" John asks, standing in front of me and beginning to lean down towards me.

"Y-Y-Yeah." I stutter, but I give up trying to fight him as I pull his face towards mine and kiss him.

Laying me down on the couch, John's hands immediately go towards my wife beater which he rips off. Causing a growl to resonate from John and a moan coming from me, as we both begin to get rid of the rest of our clothes.

Nestling in between my legs, John stops, his hands running down my face and continuing to go down my body, causing chills to run through me.

John begins to say something, but I stop him when I kiss him, afraid that if he said something, my conscience would kick in and I would run out of here. My mind was screaming for this stop, but my body missed the feeling of him inside of me.

Pulling away from me, John leans down and grabs a condom out his wallet, slipping it on, he grabs my legs and thrusts into me.

"MMMM." I moan, grabbing onto John's neck as he continues to push in and out of me, our bodies rocking at a steady rhythm. Arching my back, I run my hands though John's short hair, and my hips begin to writhe underneath his.

Something about this was different, I knew both sides of John the sex god, and I wasn't expecting to see this side, not after all this time.

John's grip on my waist is tighter as he raises up a bit, picking up his pace as he thrusts in and out of me, and with each thrust he pics up his speed.

"JOHNNNY!" I whine, lifting myself onto my elbows matching each of one John's thrusts which brings me closer and closer to an orgasm.

"Cum for me Roxy." John says, with clenched teeth as he leans down to kiss me which drives me to my breaking point as I break away from his kiss and let out a loud moan as we both cum together.

"Johnny." I keep mumbling in between breaths, as John lays on my chest and I run my hands up and down his back. "I haven't called you that in forever."

John raises up, smiling, as he moves my hair out of my face and leans down to kiss me.

And for the first time in years, John Cena made love to me once again.

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This was not the flu, throwing up this much should be illegal.

Flushing the toilet, I curl up into a little ball leaning against the tub, waiting for that icky feeling you get after you throw up for the fourth time in three hours to go away.

But this had to be the flu, there was no other option, no other excuse. Well there was one, but I refused to accept it as the answer.

I look up when Elle quietly opens the door and slips into the bathroom, immediately coming to my side and pulling me into a hug. She rocks me back and forth as I quietly begin sob into her lap.

"You're not sick are you?" She asks, I could tell she was trying to hold back the tears, but when I don't respond right away she begins to cry with me. "I'm so sorry Rox."

I raise up, wiping my tears aways, which didn't do much since more continued to fall. "I don't know how this happened."

"Did you use, you know-." Elle asks.

"Yeah..well, except a couple times." I bow my head down, knowing that what I was always thought was impossible, was possible. "I'm so stupid."

"Here." Elle says, digging into her messenger bag she pulls out a pregnancy test. "I've had this for a couple days, just in case."

I give her a weak smile as I go into the shower to do the test, emerging moments later.

Those few minutes lasted a lifetime, I jumped from anticipation when Elle's stop watch went off and we lifted ourselves off the floor and onto our knees to look at the stick that was laying on the bathroom counter.

My heart drops when I see the test results, in big bold letters the test read; Positive.

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"So how are you going to tell him?" Elle asks me, after we return from the clinic, later on that day.

"I wasn't planning on it." I groan, putting my hand on my five week old pregnant stomach. "I can't believe I'm going to be six months pregnant on my sixteenth birthday."

Elles gives me a look, before throwing a pillow at me. "Stop thinking about yourself Withers! You have a child inside of you, and the father just happens to be John fucking Cena who will be graduating in like one month!"

"He doesn't need to know Elle!" I scream back at her.

She stops, looking at me as if I were crazy. "Fine, do what you want, but I'm not gonna sit here and watch you ruin your life because you're afraid to ruin his!" Elle finishes, grabbing her stuff and storming out of my room.

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"Elle, I made a mistake." I say, calling my best friend when I reach my hotel room later that night.

"You slept with him, didn't you?" Elle replies, knowing me way to well.

I sigh, pulling the covers over my head. "Yeah."

"And you liked it, didn't you?" She asks again, knowing the answer to that question as well.

"Yes Elle! I enjoyed fucking John Cena. So now that we've gotten that established, what do I do now?"

Elle laughs at me, causing me to raise up from my bed in pure anger. "What the fuck are you laughing about?"

"You're still in love with him." She states, but before I can reply she continues. "You've managed to hide these feelings for so long, but now that you're around him, they were bound to come back."

"I don't love him Elle. It was sex, that's it." I reply, nodding my head in reassurance.

"Uh huh. So how was the sex? Was it hot and rough or nice and slow?"

I don't respond away, knowing that Elle would know if I was lying. "I'm not discussing my sex life with you Elle."

"That's answer enough I need." Elle replies. "Do what you must Rox, I can't help you if you don't want to listen to me."

"But Elle-."

"Bye Rox." She says letting out a yawn as she hangs up the phone.

Realizing that Elle was right, I dial another number in my phone, getting a muffled response on the other end. "We need to talk, for real this time."