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A/N: This chapter is not only short but also focuses just on John and Evie. While I was writing this chapter, I realized that I was at a loss for what to do next, but then a few ideas have hit me since then, so hold on tight because the next chapters are what those are because believe me you guys are going to love them. On another note, thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed, alerted and made it their favorite, you guys definitely rock. If it weren't for you guys this story would have stopped a while ago. Enough with the babbling, go and read. Enjoy & review!
The next morning she woke up with a huge headache. It felt like someone was taking a hammer to her head how much it hurt her. She mentally made a note to herself to never drink so much again. However, part of her wondered how long she would last.
No matter how big the headache, she realized that she wasn't in her room. Her eyes frantically searched the room. She was looking for any type of hint to tell her where she was. Suddenly, she calmed down, a smile warming her face, she had gotten a rather large hint.
Slowly, she got out of bed. Before walking across the room to the door, she straightened out her dress. It amazed her that she had slept the entire night in such a tight dress without putting up a fight. Then a new thought had dawned on her, how did she end up in John's room? Shrugging to herself, she didn't want to stick around to find out, she had to go. There were other things that had to be done.
Evie had the door open and had one foot out the door, when she felt one strong arm wrap around her waist. With one quick pull, she was back in the room she so desperately wanted to get out of. Preferably without any sort of confrontation with him.
"Where do you think you're going?" John questioned when he had the door closed.
"You know John, for a big guy, you're a very light stepper."
"Its one of my many hidden talents." He joked. All jokes aside, he turned serious and looked her dead in the eyes. "We need to talk."
She chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about what he said. He was right, they did need to talk. For the first time in a long time, she decided to stay put. Nothing was going to go away on its own, that much she knew for sure.
"You're right Cena." Evie said in agreement. "We do need to talk. But before we do, can I borrow a t-shirt from you? There's only so long that I can stay in this dress." She said as she pulled at the hem.
John hadn't noticed what she was wearing until she mentioned it. Slowly, his eyes worked their way down her body. The dress was a second skin. It hugged her body perfectly, showing every curve. Ever so slowly, his eyes worked their way up her body as he nodded.
When he was finally able to tear his eyes away from her, he walked over to his suitcase. Silently, he dug through it until he found a plain black shirt that she could wear for the time being.
"Thanks. I'll be right out." Evie said taking the shirt from him.
He nodded as he watched her walk to the bathroom. He leaned against the wall, eyes closed, a low groan escaping from his lips. Evie, was unintentionally driving him crazy.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Evie was trying to calm her breathing down. She had seen the way he was looking at her. He looked like he wanted to pounce on her. Normally, she would have been freaking out, but this time she wasn't, she had actually liked the way he was checking her out. There was just something about him that made her trust him.
"Don't do this Evie. Don't get attached to him, remember what happened last time you got attached." She said warning herself.
Ten minutes later, a somewhat calm Evie rejoined John.
John swallowed hard when he saw her. The make up that was smeared earlier was washed off. Her long brown hair was up in a ponytail. The t-shirt hung off her shoulders, stopping above her knees. He liked that she looked comfortable and at ease in his shirt, it made him ease up on what he was thinking. John had thought that she was beautiful before, but now, she was gorgeous. It was obvious to him that she didn't need make up.
"About what happened two nights ago," he heard her say, cutting into his thoughts, "I want to apologize for how I reacted. It probably wasn't the reaction you were looking for."
It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her about what she said the night before, but he stopped himself. If they were going to talk, then they were going to talk about everything. After all, it was better to get everything all out in the clear, than to walk in a fuzz.
"You shouldn't be sorry, I should be. I said way too much that night. Had I been thinking clearly that night, then I would have stopped talking after I told you why I broke up with Liz." John replied. "It was obviously too much too soon."
"No, no, John it wasn't that." Evie said quickly as she sat next to him on the bed. "I'm glad you told me how you felt instead of hiding it. The problem the other night wasn't you, it was me. I've been through a lot in my life and because of that I'm afraid."
"What are you afraid of?"
"Getting hurt."
"By that boyfriend of yours that showed up?"
Evie was momentarily confused. She was about to ask him who he was talking about, but then she quickly caught herself. "Exactly, its because of him that I'm afraid."
Silence fell between the two as they contemplated on what to say next. When they first started talking, they felt like they would get all the bases covered, but somewhere along the way, they had hit a dead end.
"Evie," John said as he laced his hands with hers, "how do you really feel about me?"
A red flag was being waved in her face. She for sure had said something the night before if he was asking her how she felt. All she really wanted to do was avoid the question, the entire conversation, or maybe just John in general. Now she just wanted to get to Ted and expand on her plan to get Kristen off her back. But that wasn't happening, he was waiting for something from her. Sighing, she knew it was now or never.
"I have feelings for you John, its just that I can't act out on them. I'm scared." For some strange reason, she felt like she was repeating herself.
Silently, she watched John as he nodded his head. Evie had thought she had heard him muttering. He muttered something along the words of 'same thing as last night.' Momentarily confused, she just shrugged the words off. It was probably nothing.
"DiBiase has nothing to do with this?" John asked, breaking the silence between them.
There was her chance to tell him everything.
"What?" Evie giggled. "No."
"Are you sure? Because I've seen the way you two look at each other." And I know that you two go together one night to talk. About what, I don't know, but it looks suspicious, like you're hiding something, John thought to himself.
"And how's that?"
"Almost like you guys want each other. You guys are getting along now, well almost. Its been getting quieter backstage without the two of you fighting."
"Its nothing John." She had felt really bad for lying to him, but she couldn't handle telling him the truth. It would probably crush him. "Ted and I are going to be working together for a while, we both decided to let bygones be bygones and be friends."
Something about the way she had said everything seemed off. It almost sounded rehearsed, no, maybe forced was a better word. John had come to three conclusions. He was paranoid, she was trying to protect herself, or she was trying to protect Ted.
"That's a relief."
"Why?"
"Because," he said leaning in closer to her, "it gives me more of a chance to get you to go out with me."
Her chance to tell him about Ted was gone.
Evie laughed at his comment. With a smile, she backed away from John. She pushed herself up to the top of the bed, pressing her back to the headboard, and bringing her knees up to her chest. "How sadly mistaken you are Cena. You seem to forget that I don't-"
"Date within the company." He finished off for her. Lying down across the bed, John looked up at the ceiling, trying to figure out where he could take this conversation next. "You know Evie, we're more a like than you know."
"How so?" Was her reply as she rested her chin on her knees.
"I always said that I didn't date within the company, that I wouldn't do it. Every interview I said never because of the awkwardness a break up would cause. For the life of me, I always thought that me and Liz would work out. Obviously, we didn't work out. By no means am I heart broken over how things went with Liz, I could really care less. It was all for the better. But now, my no diva dating policy is shot to hell because of you. Evie, I want you, I want all of you." John said. "You're doing exactly what I did, but I'm not holding back anymore. Now you're the only one holding back. I know you want me too Evie, it was in the way you kissed me back the other night. You can't deny how you feel."
Her heart began to quicken at his words. Without a doubt she felt what he felt. They were more a like than she had thought they were. She had been hurt by Ted, he by Liz. Same thing with that no dating within company policy, he cracked, now it was her turn. One look at him and she knew that her resolve was slipping.