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Evie practically choked on her food. John quickly got up and moved into the booth next to her. He patted her back, whilst trying to get her to drink water. He was doing anything to calm her down. Maybe it was a bad idea to tell her while she was eating.
"Are you okay?" He asked, rubbing his hand up and down her back.
Moving her hand up to her throat, she nodded. Her breathing had steadied and her heartbeat had calmed down tremendously. With a red face, she looked over at John, his face full of concern for her.
"What did you do?" Evie questioned.
Before responding, he shoved her plate and drink away from. He couldn't risk having her choke again. "I ended things with Liz."
"W-why?"
He sighed as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. There had to be an easy way to tell her what was on his mind. He wasn't sure about how to come out and tell her what was going on. It was a little more complicated then she could have imagined. Considering he had broken up with Liz so that he could be with Evie.
"I wish I could tell you right here, but I can't." He said getting up.
Evie quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back down next to her. "You can't tell me you broke up with your fiance and just leave it at that. Its kind of random that you did it, so why did you do it? Come on John, I nearly coughed out a lung, you can't leave me hanging."
"I'm going to tell you, just not here."
She lightly pushed him, signaling for him to move. When he moved, she scooted out of the booth and got up. "Let's go," she said as she started walking away, "we need to talk."
"Uh Evie, we didn't pay." John pointed out. "What if someone sees us?"
She looked around the empty diner. They were the only customers. The cook was in the back, so he hadn't seen them. The waitress, who was rude and uninterested was polishing her nails at the opposite end of the restaurant watching Oprah. Besides, she had no idea who they were, so it wasn't a big deal.
Looking at John over her right shoulder, a devilish glint in her eyes, she sarcastically said, "By all the people?"
John smirked when she turned back around. She was definitely something else. Smiling, he walked fast to catch up with her.
"You're evil." John said as they walked away from the diner.
"You've never dined and ditched before?" She asked as they got into the car.
"Nope."
"I find that hard to believe."
"I take it that you've dined and ditched before."
"A few times." She said with a smile. "Myself and my cousin Paul always used to dine and ditch when we were younger. It was fun. Actually, this is the first time I've done it in years."
"Rebel." John joked sarcastically.
"That's only the tip of the iceberg Cena."
John smirked as silence fell over them. Quickly, he pulled out of the diner before anyone had noticed they had left without paying. The last thing he needed was to get into shit over not paying a fifteen dollar bill.
While they were driving, John was trying to figure out how to tell her everything without freaking her out. No matter how many scenarios he played out in his head, they all ended in her freaking out and telling him to fuck off. That obviously, made him feel less confident about telling her everything.
Evie was thinking of what could have happened between John and Liz. Did she cheat? Did he cheat? Their break up had to be caused by something. To her, he didn't seem like the type of guy to break up with a girl for no good reason. Especially one he was engaged to. Nothing made sense to her.
"Why did you do it?"
"Why did I do what?"
"Break up with Liz."
Pulling the car over, he cut the engine off and got out of the car, slamming the door behind him.
"What the hell is going on with him?" She said to herself as she got out the car. Sighing, she sat next to him on the hood. "Okay John, I think you've stalled enough, what's going on?"
He adjusted his had and looked at her. There was a lot to say, a lot she had to know, but how would he come right out and say it? Everything he had done in the last couple of days had been because of his feelings for her. They ran too strong for him to ignore them.
"Things between us weren't working out." John said. "She wanted me to quit wrestling, I didn't want to. There were many times when she claimed that I was cheating on her with my job. But it was never a problem when she needed to buy something. She was always getting jealous whenever a girl looked my way. My family always seemed to be a problem for her. It seemed that a day didn't go by when she didn't have a complaint about my brothers or my dad or my mom. Little fights turned into even bigger fights. It was only a matter of time until we broke up."
"Then why did you ask her to marry you?"
"We were together on and off since high school. I loved her at one point. I guess as the years went on, I fell out of love with her, I just never realized it. I thought that I was getting older and I needed to get married and she was there, so why not? I proposed to her and she said yes. It wasn't until a few months ago that I realized how bad things were between us. It was then that I realized I didn't love her anymore. So I ended it. John Cena is now a single man."
"I think I heard every fangirl in America take a collective sigh." Evie joked, nudging John ins the arm with her elbow.
"Nothing against you Evie, but I don't feel like joking around right now." He mumbled. "There's more."
Evie bit her lip. Cracking jokes wasn't exactly the best approach, obviously. She should have known that he wouldn't been too keen on jokes at that particular moment. He had pretty much shoved a woman who has been in his life for the longest time, out. It would take time for him to get over it. Oh, how wrong she was about everything.
"What else is going on John? You can tell me." She said, resting her hand on his forearm.
"There's way more to this than you know. I don't know if I should tell you or if you would want to know." Especially if you don't date within the company, he thought to himself bitterly.
"John, keeping things to yourself isn't going to help you at all. It won't make things any easier for you." She said. Inwardly she was kicking herself in the ass, she was one to talk.
"Its now or never Cena." He thought to himself.
Adjusting his hat again, John got up and stood in front of her, placing his hands on either side of her. As he was looking her in the eyes, he pushed a loose strand of her hair back behind her ear. Slowly, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.
At first, Evie was shocked, but that would all change. Before she knew it, she found herself kissing him back. She parted her lips when he ran his tongue across her lower lip. The instant tingle she felt caused her to part her lips. Almost immediately, his tongue met with hers. She moaned into his mouth when the kiss intensified. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to her and wrapping her legs around his waist, she deepened the kiss even more. Meanwhile, his hands had found their way under her shirt. He rested them on her hips, where the smoothness of her skin drove him insane.
Slowly, they pulled away from each other, their breathing labored.
She felt the heat in her cheeks. Her heart was racing. The butterflies were swirling around in her stomach. The same electric jolts that she felt with him before, came back this time around. Her mind was on a completely different planet. What just happened?
Grabbing her hand, he placed on his heart. She felt how fast his heart was beating. It felt as if his heart were going to explode under her hand.
"You do this to me every time I'm with you." He whispered.
Then it hit her. Matt was right, John did have feelings for her. How could she have been so blind? She had no idea what to make of everything now.
Then a new realization had hit her. He broke up with his fiance because of her. Well, for her.
"Did you break up with Liz because of me?"
John nodded. "Mostly because of you. Evie," he said grabbing her hands, "I think I'm falling for you."
"We should get going John," she said hopping off the hood of the car, "we can't miss our flight."
He watched after her as she got into the car. For some reason, he felt like he had messed up with her. Silently, he got into the car. Turning on the car, he drove back onto the road and the two made their way to the airport.
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"I told you so." Matt sang into the phone.
"Matt!" Evie exclaimed. "I didn't call to hear you gloat, I called for help."
"I can't help you out Evie. Its all a matter of how you feel."
"I don't know how I feel." Evie said as she plopped down on the bad. "One minute I don't know what's bothering him and the next minute I'm making out with him."
"Evelyn Grace James, what am I going to do with you?" Matt joked. "First, you're worked up over Ted, and now you're worked up over John."
"Must you bring that up? I have enough on my mind with John there and all."
"Sorry." Matt apologized. "All jokes aside though, I thought you said you weren't going to date within the company."
"I'm not going to." Evie replied defensively.
"Then there shouldn't be a problem."
Five minutes later, she was off the phone with Matt.
Her thoughts were plagued with John. She didn't know how she felt. They hadn't talked since they kissed two nights ago. Actually, it was more like she hadn't talked to him, she had ignored him for all intensive purposes. Evie knew for a fact that she wasn't mad at herself or him, its just that she couldn't talk to him until she got her thoughts straight.
"Hey Evie." Maryse said entering the room. "Me and the girls are going out tonight, do you want to come with us?"
"Give me a half hour." She said without any hesitation.
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John stumbled to his door. He was irritated that someone was knocking on his door this late. He grumbled something about people being inconsiderate pricks before he angrily threw the door open.
"Hey John!" Evie said as she leaned again the door frame. "Are you busy?"
He instantly smelled the alcohol on her breath and the cigarette smoke that clung to her clothes. She drank her body weight in alcohol, he was sure of that. He just wasn't sure about her smoking, she didn't seem like the type that did. But judging by how she looked and how drunk she was, he knew that the girls had a night out. Hen gently pulled her into his room and closed the door. She was making too much noise in the hallway.
"What do you need?"
"Oh no, you're mad at me aren't you?" She whined drunkenly as she plopped down on his bed.
Without saying anything, John tucked her into his bed. He set a bottle of water and two Advil on the night table next to her. "Get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning."
She felt her eyelids dropping. "I don't know what to do. I really like you John, I'm just scared." She said as she fell asleep.
John just shook his head as he sat down in the chair that was placed on the other side of the small room. He watched her as she slept, she looked peaceful, like nothing bothered her. However, her words kept playing in his head, he only sighed. For now they had no meaning. He decided to figure out what she meant in the morning.