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Right Where We Left Off

Chapter 28

Surprising enough, Paige slept all through the night, but when she woke up, the memories of the night before came flooding back and she felt awful. She hoped she hadn't broken up John and Randy's friendship, if she did, she would feel like a real bitch. She dragged herself out of bed, throwing her hair into a ponytail, pulling on a pair of jeans and an old Red Sox shirt and some flip flops. She decided she would go get something to eat downstairs, then she would catch a cab and head home. Before heading downstairs, she sent John a text saying that she wasn't feeling good and wouldn't make it to work today. She then sent his schedule over to his parents house via fax so he would know where he was needed, address included, and when. As bad as she felt about skipping out on a day of work, she didn't feel like facing John and she had a feeling he wouldn't miss her much.

Once she was sitting in the restaurant downstairs, she immediately ordered a cup of coffee and a small breakfast of eggs, bacon and toast. After her coffee came and she took a sip, she looked around the restaurant, people watching. Her eyes stopped on a particular figure and she groaned inwardly. She would show up to the one hotel Carla was staying at. Carla's eyes connected with Paige's and Carla glared at her hatefully before going back to her own breakfast. Paige continued her scan of the restaurant and didn't see any wrestlers, they must be at a different hotel, she thought gratefully. Everyone knew she was staying at John's house and if she showed up at the hotel, people would notice and start talking.

Not long after her food came, a shadow fell over her table and she looked up, regretting it instantly when she saw Carla standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. She didn't even say anything, just stood there staring at Paige. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. "Can I help you?"

"Listen, I know you and John have a past or whatever, and I can tell you're all hung up on him," Paige snorted when Carla said that. "but it's time you realize he is with me. He doesn't want you anymore." Paige had to bit her tongue not to mention the fact that she had slept with John months ago, he seemed to have wanted her then. But she didn't want to be like John, she promised not to tell anyone and she was sticking to it.

"You think I'm hung up on John?" Paige asked with a laugh.

Carla smiled at her condescendingly. "Oh sweetie, I know you are."

Paige rolled her eyes. "Ok, first of all, I am definitely not hung up on John and second, I am well aware he doesn't want me, thank you."

Carla's smile faltered a bit, she was expecting more of a fight. "O-okay, good." She said, turning to leave. Before she got very far though, she stopped and walked back to the table with a curious expression on her face. "Wait, why aren't you at Johns?"

Paige paused, narrowing her eyes. "Why aren't you?" She asked, though she already knew why. Carla pursed her lips before walking away without answering. Paige let out a sigh. She finally figured out something that she had in common with Carla: neither of them wanted the other to know they got into a fight with John. The only difference, Paige thought bitterly, is she left on her own and I got kicked out. She growled lowly, still annoyed at that. She quickly finished her breakfast before heading back to her room to grab her stuff and head back downstairs to check out and wait for her cab to take her home.

Dave walked into the kitchen the same morning with a yawn. He wrinkled his brows in confusion when he saw John and Randy both sitting at the kitchen table eating their bowls of cereal in silence. Dave poured himself a glass of milk and stared at the pair, waiting for one of them to pounce on the other.

"So you know when Paige's coming by?" He asked and couldn't help but notice how both men tensed at the mention of the name.

John shook his head, keeping his eyes on the bowl in front of him. "She text me earlier. She's sick."

Dave didn't believe that for a second. All three of those men knew Paige wasn't sick but Randy and John didn't care to protest. Dave nodded and sat down next to his friends. "So Paige told me what happened last night." Both John and Randy's eyes looked up at Dave. Dave gave Randy a hard glare but turned his attention to John. "Don't you think you were a bit harsh, kicking her out in the middle of the night?"

John inwardly was nodding, ashamed. He did feel bad, she was one of his oldest friends and his first love, he knew she didn't deserve to be treated like that. But at the same time, he was absolutely livid when he caught her making out with Randy last night, he didn't want to even sleep in the same house as her, she betrayed him. He shook his head at Dave and took a sip of his black coffee. "It's not like she has no where to go: there are plenty of hotels around here and she lives nearby."

Dave rolled his eyes and shook his head. He took a minute to survey Randy and John. "So your pissed she lied to you or whatever but what about him?" he asked tilting his head toward Randy. "He was the other party involved last night." Randy shot him a look that asked why are you selling me out?

John just shook his head. "Not that its any of your business but we talked this morning, he explained some things, I forgave him, he didn't know, he was blindsided by all this." John explained.

"Blindsided?" Dave asked incredulously. "I'm pretty sure Paige didn't attack him with her lips, he was a willing participant."

"No not blindsided by her, he was unaware that we slept together, he didn't know he was doing anything wrong."

"Yeah he did, he was in a relationship with your ex-girlfriend."

"What the hell's your problem man?" Randy asked angrily, speaking for the first time since Dave came into the kitchen. He was getting fed up with Dave making it seem like he was the problem.

"Relax," John told Randy. "Dave, he explained everything to me, even their little relationship. Randy's my best friend, he realizes what he did was wrong, I forgive him."

"But she's your best friend too and you won't forgive her?"

John let out a frustrated sigh. "Dave, it's not the same." Dave pursed his lips, strumming his fingertips on the table top. He didn't understand his friends train of thought at all.

He didn't have time to respond because John's mom walked in with a huge smile on her face, she obviously didn't know about what happened last night.

"Good morning boys." she said, giving John's shoulder a squeeze as she walked by, heading toward the fridge.

"Morning," They all chorused.

She looked around as she poured herself a cup of juice. "Where's Paige? Still sleeping?"

Dave turned to John raising an eyebrow, silently asking him what he was going to do.

John looked at his mom and smiled softly. "She, uh, actually left last night."

Carol furrowed her brow and tilted her head to the side in both confusion and concern. "What? She left? Where'd she go? Home?"

Dave looked at Randy and John to see if either of them were going to speak up. He shook his head in disgust when he saw that neither of them even looked concerned about where Paige was. "I took her to a nearby hotel last night." He said.

She nodded then pursed her lips. "That's so weird. Did she say why she was leaving?"

John stood up, walking over to the fridge to put the cereal box on top of it. "Mom, I asked her to leave." He mumbled in a barely audible voice.

Carol turned to her son. "Son I can't understand you when you mumble."

John let out a sigh and faced his mother. "I said, I asked her to leave." He said, clearer this time.

She looked at him shocked. "Jonathan! Why on earth would you ask her to leave?"

He rubbed his neck. "It's kind of personal."

"I don't care what she did! She is family, we don't kick family out of this house!" She scolded her son.

John looked down at his feet. His mom was making him feel about two feet tall right now. "Mom, I couldn't sleep if she stayed here."

"Well it sounds to me that that is a personal issue. If anything, you should have left then, not her." She said with her hands on her hips. "John, we are all she's got. If she feels like she's not welcome here, she'll feel like she's all alone. Honestly John, don't you think about anyone but yourself?" She was getting angrier by the second, she had to leave this room. She threw the hand towel she was holding on the counter and grabbed her glass of juice. "I am very disappointed in you John Cena, very disappointed." She said before leaving the kitchen, heading upstairs to vent to her husband.

John looked up and saw both his friends staring at him. "What?!" He snapped at them. They both shook their heads and averted their eyes. John groaned and walked out of the kitchen, heading upstairs to his room and get ready to make a couple appearances.

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