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Chapter 8

AJ was a nervous wreck.

After walking away from Punk she had spent most of the night with John at the hospital until Randy's family arrived.

She felt awkward then. Watching as John talked so easily with the woman she had only seen in photos and from distance backstage moments when they were in Randy's hometown. She had almost been glad that she was being ignored as they talked about Randy's condition.

She had to bite her tongue when she heard them talk about Punk.

In no way did she approve of Punk's actions. Randy's arm had not only broken, but he had a dislocation of his shoulder. A small tear forming in the muscles of his arm. He had to have surgery to repair the damage. Doctors said it could be months before he'd be able to return it the ring...that was only if everything went correctly.

She wished she could just walk away from it all.

"AJ!"

She cringed at the sound of his voice. Not a normal reaction, but she was hoping to go unseen. She wasn't really ready to deal with him.

He came up behind her. "Listen, please." He had small plea on his part.

She turned around. Trying with all her might to keep a straight face. Also making sure there was a small physical distance between them, to match the emotional distance. Gesturing for him to speak.

"Ok, I know it was crazy what happened with Randy. But there is a reason for all of this." He said. "Just-"

"I need to wait?" AJ asked cutting him off. She was glaring at him. A small urge just to slap him for doing all this and walk away. "I'm getting tired of waiting. I'm tired of people saying their sorry. And...I'm just tired of all of this." She said throwing her arms up in emphasis before letting them fall at her sides again.

"April, please." Punk looked directly into her eyes.

She started to get sucked in. She had a weakness for his green eyes. Something she was beginning to hate. She had to advert her eyes to the ground. "Not much longer Punk." She muttered.

Turning her back she walked down the hall. Take a small regretful glimpse to see if she was still there. Her shoulder's slumping when she noticed he was already gone.

Punk entered the Nexus locker room.

The only members around being Kaitlyn and Sheamus who were in an intense round of a video game.

Punk sat down roughly, groaning as he ran his hands over his face.

"No luck?" Sheamus asked.

Kaitlyn raised a curious brow remaining silent as she watched probably the two most dominant members of the New Nexus speak. Pausing the game so it wouldn't distract them.

"Somewhat. She's getting impatient." Punk sighed. They both knew he was talking about the small brunette spitfire.

Punk eyes glanced to the paused game on the screen. "Sheamo maybe you should try to play against someone you can actually beat?" Punk smiled. The idea of Sheamus getting beat by a small diva was hilarious, even if it was just a video game.

"Like you?" Sheamus quipped back swiftly. A grin on his face as Punk's smile dropped.

Kaitlyn covered her mouth and held back her laughter. She, like most Nexus, members didn't talk back to Punk out of respect and fear. Mostly because they had seen the damage he could cause. More often then none helping him make that damage.

However Sheamus was never like that. He easily spoke with Punk. When needed he could disagree or maybe kick down the Second City Saint's ego. Even though most were waiting for Punk to kick Sheamus out and make him yet another target. It never happened.

"Cute, Sheamo." Punk said giving an annoyed expression that went away quickly.

"Why can't you just tell her?" Kaitlyn asked. She bit her tongue for speaking up. She just vomited the words and she couldn't stop them from coming out.

Punk didn't look annoyed at all. Rather a smirk broke out on his face. "Oh...I think I know why you joined." Punk said.

She bit her lip expecting Punk to grab her bags and toss them out of the locker room. Then he would send her with him. She wanted to plead to him not to kick her out. She and Alicia had been shunned by all the divas, to return would probably mean getting tormented for the unforeseen future.

Punk studied her for a moment. His eyes looked to Sheamus. "Am I an asshole?" He sighed, the question sounding like a curious statement.

"Just figuring that out fella?" Sheamus joked lightly.

"Well people have called me one for years. Shouldn't be much of a surprise." Punk said a smile growing on his face, a smile that only made Kaitlyn more nervous.

"So should I leave?" Kaitlyn asked. She set the game controller down, ready to get up and leave.

"And just where would you be going?" Punk questioned.

Both he and Sheamus were giving her a curious gaze while waiting for her answer.

"Aren't you gonna get rid of me? I lied to you." Kaitlyn said. She didn't even understand why she had to explain it to them.

"Why should that matter? In fact I think you could help me." Punk said simply. "Plus I don't need Sheamo getting pissy cause I kicked out his girlfriend."

Kaitlyn let out a sigh of relief before Punk's last words processed in her brain. Her body realizing how close she was sitting next to man moved away as she gave a glare to Punk. "We aren't dating!" She yelled. Annoyed at how many people had made the assumption they were.

"Whatever you say blondie." Punk answer returning to his feet before leaving the room. Taking his laughter with him.

Kaitlyn watched the door with a glare as it closed. Eyes moving to the only other person left in the room. That innocent and childish smile on his face. She picked up a random t-shirt that had been discarded on the floor and flung it at him. It hit his face covering over his expression for a moment before he moved it.

Kaitlyn didn't like how her cheeks felt hot when she saw his soft expression. She felt relieved when he finally stopped focusing on her only.

He picked up the controller she had used and passed it over to her. Kaitlyn made sure their fingers didn't touch when she gently took it from his grasp. They started the game again and Kaitlyn quickly regained her comfort.

She didn't even notice that how she ended up seated close to the side of the large man. Her focus on the game she notice the small brushes of contact that were made when either of them would move. Also not noticing how these simple grazes of contact were distracting to the person next to her.

John Cena was never a man to get nervous. Or angry. He was a pretty calm person. Compared to his friends that is.

Standing in front of the camera he gave a small timid smile. So unlike his usually friendly one.

"Here I am with John Cena." Josh Mathews said "How are you John. With everything that has gone on?"

John took a deep breath as he though back to his friend who was currently laying in a hospital bed. "I'm doing fine. Hanging in there."

Josh Mathews nodded "That's great. We all know that you and Randy have know each other for a long time. How is he doing?"

"Me and Randy go way back. We trained together." he reminisced "And even though we may not look close, I consider him my brother."

Taking a deep breath he continued "Randy has undergone surgery for his broken arm, dislocated shoulder and muscle tear." he said solemnly "If everything goes as planned he should be up and ready to go in a few months."

Everyone could feel the dread in the air as John talked about his friend. His brother.

"Anything you want to say to Punk?" John asked timidly.

John's blue eyes hardened as he look at the camera "Punk. He crossed the line. I get that he was trying to get back at me for whatever. But he hurts my friends. My family. Punk had hell to pay."

John continued his small speech "He thinks he can hurt me? By hurting my friends? Well I guess he got that right. But now I'm mad. And no one likes a mad John Cena." he looked right at the camera. "I know what your after Punk. And I can assure you. You will never take it away from me."

Spotting the small brunette standing by away from the camera he nodded at the camera before walking away.

Leaving the fans even more confused then ever before.

After walking around aimlessly she found herself standing by the interviewing area. Her eyes following as John's figure as he talked to the camera.

He was an attractive man. She would be crazy not to think so. Every one of the Divas though so. It would be crazy to turn him down. A sweet man like him. But she could not shake the feeling that something was going on. That he was hiding something from her as well.

After hearing his words she could not help but feel a small twang of concern for Punk. John always did what he said he would do. He was a man of his word.

Planting a smile on her face she looked up as he walked up to her. His eyes no longer hard and cold. Now warm and soft.

"Hi." he spoke up brushing away the brown bangs from her eyes.

She felt herself smiling up at him. "Hi." she responded feeling a big childish.

He gave her his dimpled smile as he leaned down.

Instead of moving away like she had done before, she leaned up meeting his lips halfway. Smiling against his lips she could not help but feel the small flutter in her stomach.

His arms instantly wrapped around her small waist as hers found their way around his broad shoulders.

After a few minutes she pulled away resting her head on his shoulder.

Her brown eyes meet green ones as she looked over John's shoulders.

Giving him a sad smile she linked her hand with John's as he gave her a kiss on the forehead.

She was tired of waiting.

A/N: Ta-da! I really hope you liked this chapter! I feel kinda bad that I only wrote like one third of it :( So thank DX for writing most of it because if it wasn't for her then you probably would not be reading this chapter. Also to any of my readers that read For The First Time. I'm sorry to say that I deleted it. I was drawing a blank and I really didn't want to just abandon it. Hopefully I will have time to put it up in the future. - UR

A/N: I got to do this because you just can't avoid plugs. I just ended Crash and Burn, some of you might know, and now I have the knew story Hostage. The name may make is sound kinda drama/angsty, but it isn't. Last time we asked if anyone could figure out who wrote what parts. RandomStories203 was the closest, but not entirely right. So they get half a cookie! Hope you all liked this update!-DX

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