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Right Where We Left Off

Chapter 29

The next couple of days were lonely for Paige. She tried to avoid John, but it was difficult because she was his personal assistant, she couldn't just ignore him, she could be fired. She couldn't afford to be fired but with each day that went on, the prospect of being away from John, Randy, and the mess she made was looking pretty good. She had been able to successfully avoid Randy. Sure she saw him around, but she tried not to allow him to see her, so she was dodging him quite often. Dave had been her only friend lately, at least the only person she talked to, some of the divas noticed a change in her but Paige told them she didn't want to talk about it yet. Though, word was going around so most people in the back knew what happened, but some of the divas like Maryse and Mickie were still friendly to Paige and encouraged her to talk to them if she needed anything. Paige was grateful for that but she just wasn't ready to talk to them yet.

It was Wednesday and Paige psyched herself up this morning to talk to John. She knew it wasn't going to be easy but she wanted her job to be enjoyable and you can't possibly enjoy it if you're avoiding your boss. She straightened her hair around twelve and put into a ponytail. She applied her makeup and got dressed. She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a plain white fitted t-shirt. She sat on the couch, with her camel colored knee length high heeled boots sitting on the floor next to her. She just couldn't bring herself to put her shoes on and walk out that door.

John yawned as he woke up. The first thing he thought about when he woke up was Paige. He knew he had messed up by kicking her out of his house but he also knew she was definitely not in the right in this situation. It was her turn to come and talk to him. But she hadn't yet, and while part of him was grateful because he didn't know what he would say in that situation, he was also worried. He didn't know what was going through her head. She has seemed a little down and distracted lately at work, and she didn't say anything more to him than see needed to. He missed his best friend, he couldn't help it. Sometimes he finds himself thinking that its not that big of a deal that she was having a secret relationship with his other best friend. But other times he finds himself furious. Best friends should tell best friends things. Every time he thought of walking in on Randy and Paige, he couldn't help but have flashbacks to Paige walking in on himself and her best friend at the time, Kayla. He felt like this was a little bit of karma to him. Kinda like you slept with my best friend, I'll sleep with yours. Thinking about that situation from the past cooled him down a little and he was able to relate to Paige a little bit. But his situation was also different from hers; they were dating when he slept with Kayla. He is no longer dating Paige, that seems to be something he is forgetting lately. Like when he was yelling at Randy that night, he called Paige his girl.

John put his hands over his face and let out a groan. He had to stop. He has a girlfriend!

"Uh, baby, can you not?" John heard Carla say from the table. He sat up and looked at her. She smiled, "The groaning thing is kind of a turn off."

John raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "Of course it is." He mumbled to himself. Sure he was still with Carla, but each and everyday he spent with her, he was starting to wonder if it was worth it. He was really starting to rethink their relationship.

"What was that?" She asked snippily, clearly she had heard him.

John let out a sigh. "Nothing baby, sorry." John grabbed his phone off the bedside table and saw he had a text. He opened it and saw it was from Randy. Should I call her? I'm really worried man, she's still avoiding me. She see's me, thinks I don't see her and runs away! John ran a hand through his hair. After Randy and John had talked the morning after the "incident", John had forgiven him for the relationship and thanked him for his honesty. John felt bad for the guy, he had admitted to him that he was in love with Paige. No way could he be mad at his friend for finding love. Randy sent the same text almost everyday. He wanted to talk to Paige but then he would talk himself out of it and convince himself that if she wanted to talk to him, she would come to him.

John sent a reply. Dude, talk to her. She's probably scared you're still mad at her. After John found out about Randy's love situation, he had immediately apologized for sleeping with Paige. John considered himself a great friend and had he known about their relationship, he never would have made a move.

"Who are you texting?" Carla ask nosily as she sat herself down next to him.

"Randy, he still is trying to decide if he wants to talk to Paige." John said distractedly.

Carla nodded. "He should give up. That girl's a bitch anyway."

John raised an eyebrow. "Uh, that's my friend you're talking about."

Carla in turn raised an eyebrow. "Friend? Then why haven't you two been hanging out or been talking like you used to. You guys are all business now." She paused and then added, "Which I think is better. For you."

"Well we may be having a little fight right now but I still consider her a very close friend." John explained to his girlfriend.

"Please! John, you cannot be serious!" She said standing up. "She slept with your best friend! You are better off without her. I say fire her, I'll fill in for her until you can find a replacement." She said the last part softly, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "A guy would probably be better suited for you anyway, you wont get mixed into all this drama."

John shook her hand off his face and stood up too. He looked down at his feet and realized something. Carla was possessive, jealous, controlling, bitchy, egotistical, rude and impatient. The list could go on forever. What was he doing wasting his time with this woman? He asked himself. He closed his eyes to get himself ready for the explosion about to come his way.

"Carla," He said looking up at her. "We're done."

She threw her hands up in defense. "Fine, fine, a female assistant would be ok, just let me interview them, I can smell bullshit from a mile away." She said smiling, reaching for her boyfriends hand.

"No," John said firmly, taking his hand out of her grip. "I don't mean we're done with this conversation." He paused again for dramatic effect. "I mean we are done. As a couple."

Her head shifted back a little in confusion. "Wha-excuse me?"

"You and I, we are two different people. We have nothing in common and quite frankly, you are a bitch. I can't imagine spending another hour as your boyfriend." He gestured toward the door with his hand. "You should probably go."

Carla stared at John for a few moments, trying to understand. "John, I don't think you're thinking this through. I love you, you love me!"

John laughed cruelly. "No, no I don't Carla. I'm sorry it has to end this way but you are just not the type of woman I want to call my girlfriend anymore."

Carla's eyes narrowed to slits. "It's because of that bitch isn't it?"

"No," John said truthfully, shaking his head confidently, knowing what he was saying was the truth. "No, actually it's not. I am just beginning to realize the people I need in my life and the people I don't need. Unfortunately for you, you fall under the latter category."

Carla continued to stare at him, taking in his words. She let out a shrill cry and began to manically pack her things. As she did this, she mumbled angry words underneath her breath that John didn't understand, but he didn't care.

Paige slowly walked the last few feet that would put her in front of John's hotel door. She took a couple deep breaths and mentally prepped herself for the conversation she would be having in a couple minutes. She began to lift her arm to knock, but before her arm even left her side, the door was thrown open and an angry Carla took a step out of the room, causing Paige to also take a step back. Carla glared at Paige hatefully.

"I hate you." She said in a serious, furious voice.

Paige's eyebrows shot up in confusion and her eyes followed the angry woman as she stomped down the hall, her suitcase barely able to catch up with her hurried pace. Paige slowly turned her attention to the door where she found John staring at her…with a smile? "Did I interrupt something?" She asked softly.

John smiled wider and chuckled. "No, you just witnessed the end of an era."

Paige couldn't help but allow her lips to stretch over her face as what John said sunk into her mind. "I didn't think you had it in you."

He chuckled again. "Just needed a little push." She nodded awkwardly. "I'm actually glad you're here. I wanted to thank you, you're the reason I finally took charge and got rid of her."

She pointed at her chest. "Me?"

"Yeah, this whole…situation, has made me realize the people I need in my life and the people I don't."

Her mouth formed an O. "Oh, okay, well I guess I'll see you around." She took a step back before pausing. "Actually, you know, I think I'm going to just put in my two weeks. I don't want to make things awkward for the both of us, especially you, this is your element, I'll leave." She turned but didn't get very far when she felt a hand on her wrist. She turned and found her eyes connected with a set of blue ones.

"What are you talking about? Leaving? Why on earth would you leave?" He asked confused. He watched her as she looked down at the ground and pushed stray hair behind her ears. He thought about the conversation they had just had, wondering where it went wrong. It dawned on him suddenly. "Oh…oh!" He smiled, taking both her hands in his bigger ones. "Paige…do you think I meant that I don't need you in my life?" She looked at him shyly and nodded. "You couldn't be farther from the truth. You…you are the one I need in my life. Carla, she's the one I don't need. Us treating each other the way that we have this week, it made me realize how important you are to me and how much I changed when I became involved with Carla. Us being together again has made me open my eyes. You have made me back into the person I used to be."

A smile spread across her face. "Really?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "Really, really."

"So you don't hate me?" She asked shyly.

"Of course not. I could never hate you." He paused and tilted her chin up to look at him. "Randy explained to me about your relationship." She closed her eyes at the mention of Randy. "I have to admit, I was furious at first, but I'm more sad and disappointed. Paige, we are best friends, I want you to feel free and comfortable to come talk to me about anything."

"I knew you'd be mad."

"Well, yeah but hearing this from you would have been a lot better than me walking in on you two making out, don'tcha think?" He asked, his lips hinting at a small smile.

She nodded sadly. "I'm sorry John, I never meant it to get so out of control, but I didn't know how to tell you. I felt like such a hypocrite, getting mad at you for keeping your relationship from me and then I go and do the same thing."

"All is forgiven baby." She looked up at him after he said those words with a grateful expression.

"You are such a good man John Cena." She said, lifting her hand up to caress his cheek.

He smiled in thanks. "I wanted to apologize for kicking you out too, I felt like such a tool after. You didn't deserve that."

"No, I didn't." She said confidently.

He chuckled. "Glad we agree." John finally ushered her into his room, sitting her down on the couch with him. "Listen we both did some things last week that we weren't proud of, let's say we just forget about it and move on."

"Sounds like a plan," She said with a laugh before getting silent. "So have you heard from Randy lately?" She asked timidly.

"Yeah, he's worried about you." John said, patting her knee.

"Me? Why?" She asked, confused.

"The boy is in love with you."

Her eyes widened. "He told you that?"

"He sure did. He wants to talk to you and I think you want to talk to him."

"But John, I can't face him. I feel like such a witch, I slept with you while the two of us were together!" She said, mortified at her behavior.

"Which we need to talk about, in a minute." He assured her. "Paige, when a man loves you as much as Randy does, he will forgive you."

"Really?"

"Really," He assured her with another pat on the knee. They were silent for a minute before John spoke up. "So, when did you fall in love with him?"

She looked up at him and smiled. "Is it that obvious?"

He laughed and shook his head. "Not to other people, but to me it is, now that I know about you two. When people mention his name, you get the same look on your face you used to get with my name."

She tilted her head to the side and smiled at the memory. "I think I fell in love with him the minute we began our relationship."

John smirked at her. "Which brings me to my next question. Why would you sleep with me when you had a perfectly good guy waiting for you?"

She let out a groan. "At first I thought it was because I still was in love with you. But I've come to realize that I was just curious. I wondered if it would be the same after all these years. And to maybe get a glimpse of what it would have been like if we didn't break up." He was silent. "Is that dumb?"

He shook his head. "No, not dumb at all."

"So why'd you sleep with me?" She asked curiously.

"Well because you're beautiful," He paused to laugh at her blush. "And because Carla and I had just gotten into a fight and just like you, I wanted to know what it would be like to be with you again. I wanted to see if I was with the wrong women, if there was still a spark between us."

"And?" She asked.

"Nope." He said and they both laughed.

"I do love you John, just not like that anymore."

"I feel the same way." He said, accepting a kiss on the cheek from Paige. His phone vibrated in the pocket of his shorts and he pulled it out to read the text the just received. Ok, I'm going to go for it. I need to tell her I love her and I can't stop thinking about her. John smiled when he read Randy's words. He didn't show Paige the text but he gave her a look, telling her who it was.

"Randy?" She asked hopefully.

He nodded, sliding his phone back into his pocket. "You know what you have to do?"

She let out a sigh and nodded. "I think so." They both stood up and John walked her to the door. She leaned up and pressed a small peck to John's lips. "Thanks John, you're a good friend."

He smiled. "Thank you, you're a pretty ok friend too." She shot him and look and he laughed. "Okay, okay, you're an amazing friend." She smiled at the correction and John opened the door. "Now go on now, get, go get your boy."