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Right Where We Left Off

Chapter 25

After the show, Randy and Paige met in John's locker room so they could all go to dinner together. When Paige arrived, John was in there with Randy and they were laughing about something. Randy smiled when she walked in and she smiled back before looking at John.

John looked at her apologetically. "Listen, Paige, I'm sorry about earlier, about Carla's behavior." He said, giving him a hug. Paige closed her eyes at the close contact.

"Don't worry about it. With all that I've heard about her, I was expecting it." She said as John pulled back from the hug. "I was just a little surprised with her inviting me to dinner."

"Yeah, so was I." John said skeptically. They all got quiet, all lost in their own thoughts.

"Sorry I'm late!" Carla said as she burst through the door. "Are we ready?" She asked, grabbing John's hand possessively as she smiled at everyone. Everyone nodded and Paige and Randy followed John and Carla out the door. Randy leaned close to Paige, when they had a bit of a distance between themselves and the couple in front of them.

"You ok?" He asked concerned, touching the side of her hip to get her attention.

She looked up at him and smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just don't know what she's up to."

Randy nodded. "Yeah, me neither."

"What do you guys think you're going to get?" Paige asked everyone as they were seated at the table at the restaurant, looking through their menus.

"Probably some pasta." Randy said.

"The New York steak is sounding pretty good to me." John said.

"I'm leaning towards a salad." Carla said.

"I think I might get the New York steak too." Paige said, looking up from her menu to smile at John, who smiled back. Carla's eyes narrowed as she saw this exchange from the man sitting next to her and the woman across from him.

She plastered a fake concerned face on. "Steak? Paige, dear, I don't meant to sound…critical, but don't you think you should get something else. Something…" She paused, trying to think of the right words. "with not so many calories? It probably wouldn't hurt." She said the last part in a quiet voice, as if it was a secret and the boys couldn't hear even though they were sitting right there. John growled under his breath and Randy's hand, which had been resting on Paige's leg under the table, tightened reassuringly.

Paige's eyes narrowed. Was she calling her fat? Her eyes met Randy's and he shook his head at his assistant's behavior. She looked at John but he was busy glaring at an innocent looking Carla. Finally, she smiled and looked at the witch. "You're right, it probably wouldn't hurt but I think I'll still go with the steak." She said, closing her menu. She raised an eyebrow at the other woman at the table, daring her to saying something else but she just cleared her throat and looked back down at her menu.

"Alright, if that's what you want. I was just looking out for you." Carla said without making eye contact. John looked up, mouthing an apology to Paige who just shrugged.

Their waiter came not much longer to take their order. Carla smiled at Paige and crossed her arms over the table. "So Paige, how'd you get into the business of being a personal assistant?"

Paige smiled, thinking of her job. "Just came across an ad in the paper. I answered it and got the job. I really liked it so I just kept pursuing that career. Not too interesting, what about you?"

"Oh, my friend just hooked me up with the job." Carla said as if it was nothing.

John's brows crossed in confusion and looked down at his girlfriend. "That's not what you told me."

"Hmm?" She asked, looking up at her boyfriend with a smile.

"If I remember correctly, you told me that you wanted to be a part of the WWE in any way and when you sucked at wrestling, PA was the only job you could get." Carla's face reddened in embarrassment. Leave it to John to ruin her fun.

"Right, but my friend hooked me up with the job." She lied, sending messages from her eyes to John to shut up. John rolled his eyes and grabbed a piece of bread that was on the table. Paige and Randy shared an uncomfortable look, not wanting to hear the couple fight.

The night went pretty much downhill from there. Carla tried her best to embarrass Paige in front of John, but somehow she failed every time. There were more uncomfortable moments between Carla and John. Not only was John tired of his girlfriend being a bitch to Paige, but Randy was as well but had to hide it so John wouldn't know there was anything between them.

The minute Paige got back to her room, she collapsed on the bed and cried. She cried. Besides finding out about Carla and John in the first place, she hadn't cried in years. And here she was crying over this witch of woman. Who did she think she was? Doing everything she could to embarrass her and make a fool out of her. Paige played it off like it didn't bother her but it hurt. She understood she was upset about John hiring his ex, but that was on John, not Paige. Maybe Carla thought Paige was trying to steal John from her, but that was ridiculous. Paige let out a frustrated groan as she buried herself under her covers. Carla needed a taste of her own medicine.

"That fucking bitch." Randy yelled quietly as he slammed his fist against the wall. He wanted nothing more than to march over to Carla and John's room and let her have a piece of his mind. But he couldn't, that would be too suspicious. He felt like such a dick, he couldn't even defend his girlfriend. Randy couldn't wait until they went public with their relationship. He hated hiding things, especially from John.

He sent a quick text to Paige, asking her if she wanted him to come over. She said no. He told her he was sorry about his assistants behavior and that he would be over first thing in the morning. He smiled when he read her text: Can't wait.

John followed Carla into their hotel room and angrily slammed the door behind him. "What the fuck was that?"

Carla turned around and smiled innocently. "What was what baby?"

John's eyes darkened and he slammed his fist against the wall, making her jump. "I'm not fucking around here Carla. You were a bitch back there for no fucking reason."

Carla snorted. "Please, John. I'm sorry if I came off as a bit mean, but I don't like her. I don't know what it is but there is something about her that I just don't like."

"You don't even know her. You said this dinner was supposed to be about getting to know her but you didn't even give her a chance. All you did was cut her down every damn chance you got." John yelled angrily.

"Why are you protecting her so much, huh John? You never react like this when you're friends act like dicks to me." Carla said, with her hands on her hips.

John rolled his eyes. "I stand up for you, don't give me that bullshit. But you dish it out just as bad to them as they do to you. Paige didn't do anything for you to treat her like that."

"Well I just want her to know to keep her hands off of what's mine." Carla said, raising an eyebrow.

John shook his head and walked in the direction of the door.

"John, where are you going?" Carla demanded.

"Fuck off." He said simply, slamming the door closed behind him.

Paige had finally controlled her tears from sobbing loudly to silently whimpering. She just wanted to go to sleep but her crying was keeping her awake. Her eyes opened when she heard a loud knock on her door. She thought maybe it was Randy but she remembered telling him she didn't want him to come over so she had no idea who it could be. She dragged herself out of bed and checked the peephole. She paused when she saw who it was. She opened the door slowly, looking at the man on the other side.

John didn't say anything. He stepped forward, grabbed her face in his hands and brought his lips to connect with hers in a passionate kiss.

A/N: Finally the drama i know you all have been waiting for! lol thanks for all the reviews, you guys are amazing.