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Right Where We Left Off

Chapter 18

The next morning Paige woke up very early, before John. After swiftly checking her blackberry to see John's schedule and seeing that he didn't have anything until noon, she slid on some straight leg jeans and a white cami under a gray sweater vest. She quickly scribbled a note to John, letting him know she was going to get some breakfast and should be back soon. She walked into shiny leather, almost 5 inch, peep toe pumps with stylish buckles for a fashionable touch, and grabbed her purse before leaving to get some breakfast..

Paige dialed John's number an hour or so later. He answered right after the last ring. "Good morning Sunshine!" She said happily, knowing he had just woken up.

John groaned and mumbled, "Hey,"

"Rise and shine Johnny. You have an appearance in a little over an hour. I'm going to text you the place's address and I'll meet you there."

"Wait, where are you?" John asked as he ripped the covers off his body and he stood up, stretching.

"I went to get breakfast a while ago and I ran into Maryse, She was going to get a manicure and pedicure and invited me to go along with her." Paige said and smiled at Maryse, who was driving her rental car, as they were on their way to the nail salon. "She said she could drop me off where your appearance is and I can meet up with you." She said then paused. "Unless, you need me to do something, I can come back."

John chuckled. "I'm fine. Go get your manure or whatever."

"Manicure John." She corrected him.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Go get it and I'll meet you."

"Ok, sounds good. Call me if you need anything." She said before hanging up. She quickly text John the address before they arrived at the nail salon.

"Did you decide on a color?" Maryse asked from her spot in her chair, with her feet plunged in bubbling hot water.

"Yes, I decided on Vamp." Paige said as she walked to sit in her chair next to Maryse, showing her the bottle of purplish red nail polish. She rolled up the hems of her jeans and stuck her feet in the warm water.

"Cute, I decided on A Oui Bit of Red." She laughed as she held up the bottle filled with red nail polish.

She smiled and shook her head. "That's perfect for you." She grabbed a magazine off the side table and began reading the tabloids as the women began working on her feet.

"So, Paige, spill." Her new friend said, causing her to look away from the magazine.

She looked at her confused. "Huh?"

"Oh come on, what's the deal with you and John? You two are too close to have just met." Maryse explained.

"Well I've known John practically my whole life; we grew up together. We dated in high school, went our separate ways and then met up again last week at our high school reunion and he asked me to take the job, so I did. Not much else to tell you." She said, turning her attention back to the magazine.

"Well what about you and Randy? You two seem close too."

She shrugged. "I don't know, I just met Randy. We didn't really get along the first couple of days but now we just click, I can't explain it."

Maryse nodded and smiled. "Yeah, I get it, Randy's a really nice guy." She paused. "You know, the other divas and I really like you. We want you to know that you can come to us if you need anything. We know you're friends with John, Randy and Dave and all them, but sometimes a girl needs girlfriends, ya know?"

Paige nodded and smiled thankfully. "That really means a lot to me and I appreciate it. I really like you girls too but you know, girls are intimidating sometimes so it's just easier for me to befriend the guys first."

She laughed. "Oh I know exactly what your saying. Girls are so judgmental."

"Yeah, but now I'll know, so we need to go out sometimes."

"Definitely."

Later that night, John was walking around the arena, killing time before his match. He walked into catering and grabbed a water bottle, leaning against the wall as he opened it and took a swig. He ran his eyes from the left side of the room, to the right, taking in everyone that was in there. It was loud, what with every table having two or three conversations going at a time. His eyes were drawn to the door and the room went silent to his ears, his hand froze with his water bottle at his lips, his eyes wide. He quickly put the cap back on the bottle and he quickly glanced around the room to see if Paige was in there. She wasn't. He licked his lips and walked to the door.

"Hey baby," He said to Carla. She looked up at him and smiled.

"John, I've been looking everywhere for you."

"I'm right here." He said then paused. "I completely forgot you were coming back today. You should have reminded me, I would have picked you up from the airport."

She tilted her head to the side and waved him off. "No big deal, I had to go straight to an appearance Randy had anyway." John nodded and leaned down to hug her. He heard her sigh at the contact. "I missed you." She whispered.

He pulled away slightly and leaned his head down low to place a soft kiss on her lips.

She jumped back. "John!" She exclaimed, wiping at her lips with the back of her hand as her eyes glanced around frantically to see if anyone saw. "Not in public." John rolled his eyes, almost forgetting she was not one for public displays of affection. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out the room. "Let's go to your locker room. We need to talk."

Once they got into John's locker room, John closed the door behind him and sat next to her on the bench. "What do you want to talk about?" He asked, though he had a feeling he knew what she wanted to talk about.

She cleared her throat and looked up at him. "Well, I'm just curious why you were so difficult when I came to visit you?"

He stared at her, dumbfounded. "You want me to let you know when I do anything. I wasn't being difficult but there is such a thing as privacy."

She shook her head at him like he was a child. "John, privacy doesn't exist between couples."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Carla, I'm not fighting about this again. We obviously disagree on this issue and nothing you say is going to make me think you are right and vice versa, I'm sure." He said, standing up and walking over to his gym bag. "I don't even know why you want to bring it up again." But he knew why, his girlfriend loved to be right and she would go through great lengths to make him see it.

She let out a strangled sigh. "John, I just want you to see where I'm coming from. It's hard for me to be on the other side of the country from you and not know what you're doing."

"Well, that's going to happen a lot more often so you have to deal with it." He said harshly, facing her with his arms crossed over his chest.

She stared back at him with sad eyes. "What's going on with you John? You've never talked to me like you have lately. Ever since your reunion, you've been snappy with me."

He let out a sigh of defeat at her expression. He was a sucker for the sadness. He walked over to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I'm sorry…I don't know what's up with me." He looked down at her and she looked up at him. He reached his hand up to cup her cheek and bent down to embrace her lips with his in a kiss. She moaned at the contact and ran her hands up his neck to tangle in his short hair.

"Hey Dave, what's up?" Randy asked his friend as he entered the locker room.

"Not much man, what about you?" Dave asked as he slid on his wrestling trunks.

"Same, same. Have you seen DiBiase or Rhodes today? I gotta talk to them about my match tonight." He asked as he too slid on his wrestling trunks.

"Nah, but you know those two, always late." Dave said and Randy laughed in agreement. They were silent for a minute, both of them suiting up for their respective matches. "So, what's going on with you and Paige?"

Randy looked over at Dave from his spot on the bench, lacing up his boots. "Nothing. We went out to dinner that one night, but that's it." He lied.

Dave snorted in amusement. "Randall, I'm not John, you don't have to lie to me. You guys are animals, you make out everywhere. I've seen you guys in the hallway of the hotel, in the hotel room and the locker rooms. You can't get enough of each other."

Randy was silent for a few moments before sighing. "You can't tell anyone, we're trying to keep it a secret."

"So you two are an item?" Dave asked curiously.

"Not necessarily. I don't know, it's confusing. Let's just say we are seeing each other secretly." Randy answered the best he could.

Dave blew out a breath. "You do know John's going to kill you when he finds out. Not only is she his ex, she's like his oldest friend."

"Don't you think I haven't thought about that?" Randy asked, standing up and slipping on his new Randy Orton shirt. "I just have to figure some things out. But I think I have some time, John's going to be busy these days."

"Why's that?" Dave asked, slipping on his own shirt.

"Carla's back."

Paige was walking backstage, on her way to John's locker room. She had been hanging out at guerrilla, waiting for him but he hadn't shown yet and his match was next up. She decided to forgoe a knock and just opened up the door. She stopped in her tracks when she saw John laying on top of a brunette dressed in a business suit, and they were making out pretty seriously. She didn't know why but she was feeling something she hadn't felt in years-jealousy. Her eyes looked at the brunettes face and she instantly recognized the beautiful girl.

She put one shoe on, carrying the other and put her purse over her shoulder. She was about to put her other shoe on when there was a knock on the door. She walked to the door while trying to put her shoe on at the same time. She opened the door and smiled. On the other side was an attractive young women wearing a business suit. She did, however, look a bit stiff and rigid.

"Hi, can I help you?" Paige asked politely and straightened her back, once she got her shoe on.

The other women looked a bit uncomfortable and confused. "Um, no, I think I have to the wrong room. Sorry."

Paige smiled warmly. "No problem. I was just on my way out anyway." She said, leaving the room, closing the door behind her. "What room are you looking for?"

"Um," The lady said, looking down at a piece of paper. "347" They both looked at the Paige's door number.

"Hmm, that's weird. That's my room." Paige said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well, I'm looking for my boyfriends room. I asked the front desk, they must have given me the wrong room number." She said as they both started walking toward the elevator.

Paige put her hand up to her mouth and she gently closed the door. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. She didn't really realize how much it would still hurt to see John kissing another girl. John was her first love and she knew she could never stop loving him but there was a different kind of love stirring in her stomach. Her stomach was tied up in knots and she felt like she might throw up. Did John have a girlfriend? And if he did, why hadn't he told her? She quickly walked down the hall in search of a bathroom. She felt her breakfast coming back up, fast.