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Friend Or Foe: Chapter 25 Damn Good Kisser
Maryse walked backstage a few moments after Shane and I did. She came up to me instantly. “That was a great match Violet, even though you didn't win. You should have,” she said, smiling. I shrugged, “you're a great champion, I don't mind losing to you,” I told her. She shook out her hair, “yeah, well, I am pretty awesome,” she said with fake arrogance.
I smiled at her and cocked and eyebrow, leaning back slightly, “someone's a little cocky, eh?” I asked. Her gaze softened and she smiled, “I know, sorry,” she said, fluttering her hands. She hugged me quickly before saying something in French, which I guessed meant goodbye or see you later, because she left after that. I shrugged it off and turned back to Shane. But his eyes were glued to a nearby TV.
So I turned to Carmi, “hey, why didn't you go down to the ring with me like you said you would?” I asked her. She smirked, “Shane told me not to, 'cause he was gonna go with you instead.” That made sense, “Oh, gotcha..” I trailed off. She looked at me curiously but I just shook my head to dismiss her questions.
Matt's match. And oh, look. He lost. To MVP. Ha! The pleased look on Shane and Jeff's faces were priceless. I looked at Jeff, “is your match up soon?” I asked. He nodded in reply, and I bit my lip nervously. Shane wrapped an arm around me, “don't worry 'bout him, he'll be fine,” he said with a comforting wink.
I held my breath as I watched Jeff's match. And then, Matt interfered. As if none of us saw that coming. That was why I was holding my breath. Shane's hand clenched mine tightly as he, Jimmy, Ron, and I watched silently. I wrenched my hand out of Shane's and ran toward the curtain. “Fuck.” I heard Shane mutter as he chased after me. But I was faster.
I ran down the ramp at top speed. Matt had just finished speaking. I rolled into the ring and jumped to my feet just as Matt slid out of the ring. I glared at him as I walked backwards toward Jeff, who was slowly standing. Matt disappeared slowly and I turned and crouched down next to Jeff. “Are you okay?” I asked him softly. He nodded, wincing as he did so. I rolled my eyes and pulled his arm across my shoulders. “C'mon,” I said quietly.
I helped him walk backstage and when we got back there Shane was waiting, with his hands on his hips, looking quite pissed. “Vio! Think before you act! I wouldn't put it past Matt to attack you!” he yelled. I rolled my eyes as I let the trainer take Jeff from me. “Chill Shane. I was the only person who was going to help Jeff, and frankly, I can take Matt myself,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. Shane's hard glare beat down on me for a few more seconds before he let out a long sigh.
“You're right, you're right. Sorry, I was just worried,” he said apologetically. “It's okay, I know,” I said, taking a step forward and hugging him. He hugged me back, hiding his face in my neck. I felt him smile before he pulled away. He pecked my cheek before pulling away completely. He took my hand in his and we walked back to my locker room.
Shane, Jeff, Carmi, and Jomo(John Morrison, that's the nickname I gave him) were all in my hotel room while I got ready for my date with John(Cena). “So?” Carmi beamed as she bounced into the bathroom. “So what?” I asked. “Where's John taking you? And is it like, official?” she asked. Personally I was confused, “wait, pause for a moment. I thought you were for me and Shane. Why are you so enthusiastic about me and John?” I asked her.
She let out a sigh and locked the bathroom door behind her. She hopped up on the counter next to where I had my make up laid out. “I talked to Nattie, Eve, and Brie about your last date with John. And they told me about how happy you were after it. And truthfully, Vio, I just want you to be happy. So if John makes you happy, I'm all for it,” she explained with a shrug. I smiled appreciatively at her. “You're one of the original girls of our crew, I gotta watch out for you. And hell, most of the time, the crew thinks they know what's best for you, when in all actuality, you know what's best for you.” she took a breath.
“So, if you think dating John is best for you, I'm all for it!” she finished with a bright smile. She tucked some of her multi-colored hair behind her ears and smirked, “plus, John isn't all that bad. Have you kissed him yet, and you never said if it was official or not?” she said, pointing at me. “No, and no. But hopefully both of those things will happen tonight, it is our second date,” I said with a playful eye roll. She grinned from ear to ear, “I'm surprised he didn't jump you on your first date. Especially if you were dressed like that,” she said, chuckling and raising her eyebrows.
I looked down at my outfit. A jean skirt that went down to just above my knees and a silver & white halter top with skull&cross-bone pattern. Matched together with my white converse boots and white chunky bracelets and my brother's dog tags. “Do I come off as a slut or something?” I asked Carmi worriedly. She shook her head immediately, “NO! God, no! That's not what I meant. I meant it as in a 'holy shit you look super gorgeous' way!” she said laughing.
“Oh, okay,” I said with a relieved sigh. The last thing I wanted to look like was Michelle McCool aka the Bitch. Or Maria aka the Whore. Or Kelly2 aka the Ho. Plus Alicia Fox, who currently didn't have a name, they made up the group of the Skanks. I guess all that's really left for Alicia is the slut. Which makes sense, since she made out with Adam...We'll wait until later to give her a name.
I snapped out of my thoughts when Carmi began talking again. “If he doesn't kiss you, let me know, so I can kick his ass for being fucking stupid, kay?” she said with a laugh. “I'll let you know and we can kick his ass together!” I said with a wink. Then through the bathroom door we heard a knock then Jomo calling, “VIO! Your date is here!” Carmi laughed and patted me on the shoulder before exiting the bathroom. I shook my head, checked my reflection in the mirror one last time, then left the bathroom.
John was turned away from me, facing the opposite wall. I giggled softly when I saw Jomo tap john on the shoulder and point behind him. John spun around slowly and I watched, almost as if in slow motion, as his jaw dropped. He stood there and gawked. “I'm guessing Carmi was right when she said I looked good then?” I asked no one in particular. And in response, all the guys nodded, even Jomo. That nod got him a smack upside the head from Carmi.
“If you'd take me on a date once in a while maybe I'd dress up like that for you,” she muttered to him and he smiled apologetically. Everyone else in the room laughed. “So, um, shall we?” John asked offering his arm. I nodded in agreement and smiled. “I'll see y'all later, don't wait up for me!” I told them over my shoulder with a suggestive, yet joking wink. John chuckled as we walked out of the arena to his rental car.
I smiled as John parked his car on the street. He got out and opened my door for me. “Such a gentleman,” I said with an infectious smile. He smiled back and I could tell her was nervous. Damn girl, you've got John Cena, the John Cena, nervous. You must be damn good! I was getting super arrogant in my head and forced myself to tune it down.
We started walking and I slipped my hand into John's. He looked up and smiled at me. I looked around and realized we were at a park. I let out a little 'aw.' This was super romantic. It was dark out but there were lanterns hanging throughout the park, keeping it aglow. We continued walking and talked quietly. We covered a lot of topics, music, food, family, friends, childhoods, just getting to know each other.
“So when are they gonna let you have that title-run?” he asked, grinning. I rolled, “as if. They'd never give it to me. I've only been in the company for THREE YEARS!” I laughed jokingly. John chuckled as well, “well, if they don't soon, I'm gonna have to complain to creative,” he said with a shrug. I looked at him, raising my eyebrows.
“You know I'm not dating you for the benefits I get since you're high up in the company, right?” I asked him. He met my eyes, “and you know I'm not dating you just for your body, right?” he answered my stupid question with one of his own. I smirked and rolled my eyes playfully, “so...it's official then?” I asked.
“What is?” he asked curiously. “That I'm actually John Cena's steady girlfriend?” I asked, quietly. He laughed and I felt my hope shrivel up. Guess he wasn't that interested with me. He noticed how quiet i'd gotten and he stopped smiling. “Oh, I didn't mean it like that. It was more of a 'oh my god this fantastic woman actually wants to be my girlfriend, I can't believe it' laugh,” he told me quickly. I looked up suddenly, surprised, “really?” He gave me a cute grin, flashing his dimples, “if ya haven't noticed, you kinda make me nervous.”
He shrugged, “I wanna impress you yet I don't want to chase you away with flattery and gifts,” he said, looking away embarrassedly. I smiled, “well, ya know, I wouldn't mind the gifts...you can skip the flattery though,” I told him, poking his arm. He laughed, “you even have a great sense of humor! You're perfect!” he exclaimed. I frowned playfully, “what did I say about the flattery?” I asked in a mock stern voice.
He stuck his bottom lip out in a pout, “Oh, okay. You're the most not-funny person ever.” he said, barely keeping a straight face. “Is that better?” he asked. I laughed, nodding, “yes, that is. Now shut up and kiss me!” I told him, stopping our slow pace and turning to face him. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
And I have only one thing left to say. John Cena is a damn good kisser.
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I smiled at her and cocked and eyebrow, leaning back slightly, “someone's a little cocky, eh?” I asked. Her gaze softened and she smiled, “I know, sorry,” she said, fluttering her hands. She hugged me quickly before saying something in French, which I guessed meant goodbye or see you later, because she left after that. I shrugged it off and turned back to Shane. But his eyes were glued to a nearby TV.
So I turned to Carmi, “hey, why didn't you go down to the ring with me like you said you would?” I asked her. She smirked, “Shane told me not to, 'cause he was gonna go with you instead.” That made sense, “Oh, gotcha..” I trailed off. She looked at me curiously but I just shook my head to dismiss her questions.
Matt's match. And oh, look. He lost. To MVP. Ha! The pleased look on Shane and Jeff's faces were priceless. I looked at Jeff, “is your match up soon?” I asked. He nodded in reply, and I bit my lip nervously. Shane wrapped an arm around me, “don't worry 'bout him, he'll be fine,” he said with a comforting wink.
I held my breath as I watched Jeff's match. And then, Matt interfered. As if none of us saw that coming. That was why I was holding my breath. Shane's hand clenched mine tightly as he, Jimmy, Ron, and I watched silently. I wrenched my hand out of Shane's and ran toward the curtain. “Fuck.” I heard Shane mutter as he chased after me. But I was faster.
I ran down the ramp at top speed. Matt had just finished speaking. I rolled into the ring and jumped to my feet just as Matt slid out of the ring. I glared at him as I walked backwards toward Jeff, who was slowly standing. Matt disappeared slowly and I turned and crouched down next to Jeff. “Are you okay?” I asked him softly. He nodded, wincing as he did so. I rolled my eyes and pulled his arm across my shoulders. “C'mon,” I said quietly.
I helped him walk backstage and when we got back there Shane was waiting, with his hands on his hips, looking quite pissed. “Vio! Think before you act! I wouldn't put it past Matt to attack you!” he yelled. I rolled my eyes as I let the trainer take Jeff from me. “Chill Shane. I was the only person who was going to help Jeff, and frankly, I can take Matt myself,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. Shane's hard glare beat down on me for a few more seconds before he let out a long sigh.
“You're right, you're right. Sorry, I was just worried,” he said apologetically. “It's okay, I know,” I said, taking a step forward and hugging him. He hugged me back, hiding his face in my neck. I felt him smile before he pulled away. He pecked my cheek before pulling away completely. He took my hand in his and we walked back to my locker room.
Shane, Jeff, Carmi, and Jomo(John Morrison, that's the nickname I gave him) were all in my hotel room while I got ready for my date with John(Cena). “So?” Carmi beamed as she bounced into the bathroom. “So what?” I asked. “Where's John taking you? And is it like, official?” she asked. Personally I was confused, “wait, pause for a moment. I thought you were for me and Shane. Why are you so enthusiastic about me and John?” I asked her.
She let out a sigh and locked the bathroom door behind her. She hopped up on the counter next to where I had my make up laid out. “I talked to Nattie, Eve, and Brie about your last date with John. And they told me about how happy you were after it. And truthfully, Vio, I just want you to be happy. So if John makes you happy, I'm all for it,” she explained with a shrug. I smiled appreciatively at her. “You're one of the original girls of our crew, I gotta watch out for you. And hell, most of the time, the crew thinks they know what's best for you, when in all actuality, you know what's best for you.” she took a breath.
“So, if you think dating John is best for you, I'm all for it!” she finished with a bright smile. She tucked some of her multi-colored hair behind her ears and smirked, “plus, John isn't all that bad. Have you kissed him yet, and you never said if it was official or not?” she said, pointing at me. “No, and no. But hopefully both of those things will happen tonight, it is our second date,” I said with a playful eye roll. She grinned from ear to ear, “I'm surprised he didn't jump you on your first date. Especially if you were dressed like that,” she said, chuckling and raising her eyebrows.
I looked down at my outfit. A jean skirt that went down to just above my knees and a silver & white halter top with skull&cross-bone pattern. Matched together with my white converse boots and white chunky bracelets and my brother's dog tags. “Do I come off as a slut or something?” I asked Carmi worriedly. She shook her head immediately, “NO! God, no! That's not what I meant. I meant it as in a 'holy shit you look super gorgeous' way!” she said laughing.
“Oh, okay,” I said with a relieved sigh. The last thing I wanted to look like was Michelle McCool aka the Bitch. Or Maria aka the Whore. Or Kelly2 aka the Ho. Plus Alicia Fox, who currently didn't have a name, they made up the group of the Skanks. I guess all that's really left for Alicia is the slut. Which makes sense, since she made out with Adam...We'll wait until later to give her a name.
I snapped out of my thoughts when Carmi began talking again. “If he doesn't kiss you, let me know, so I can kick his ass for being fucking stupid, kay?” she said with a laugh. “I'll let you know and we can kick his ass together!” I said with a wink. Then through the bathroom door we heard a knock then Jomo calling, “VIO! Your date is here!” Carmi laughed and patted me on the shoulder before exiting the bathroom. I shook my head, checked my reflection in the mirror one last time, then left the bathroom.
John was turned away from me, facing the opposite wall. I giggled softly when I saw Jomo tap john on the shoulder and point behind him. John spun around slowly and I watched, almost as if in slow motion, as his jaw dropped. He stood there and gawked. “I'm guessing Carmi was right when she said I looked good then?” I asked no one in particular. And in response, all the guys nodded, even Jomo. That nod got him a smack upside the head from Carmi.
“If you'd take me on a date once in a while maybe I'd dress up like that for you,” she muttered to him and he smiled apologetically. Everyone else in the room laughed. “So, um, shall we?” John asked offering his arm. I nodded in agreement and smiled. “I'll see y'all later, don't wait up for me!” I told them over my shoulder with a suggestive, yet joking wink. John chuckled as we walked out of the arena to his rental car.
I smiled as John parked his car on the street. He got out and opened my door for me. “Such a gentleman,” I said with an infectious smile. He smiled back and I could tell her was nervous. Damn girl, you've got John Cena, the John Cena, nervous. You must be damn good! I was getting super arrogant in my head and forced myself to tune it down.
We started walking and I slipped my hand into John's. He looked up and smiled at me. I looked around and realized we were at a park. I let out a little 'aw.' This was super romantic. It was dark out but there were lanterns hanging throughout the park, keeping it aglow. We continued walking and talked quietly. We covered a lot of topics, music, food, family, friends, childhoods, just getting to know each other.
“So when are they gonna let you have that title-run?” he asked, grinning. I rolled, “as if. They'd never give it to me. I've only been in the company for THREE YEARS!” I laughed jokingly. John chuckled as well, “well, if they don't soon, I'm gonna have to complain to creative,” he said with a shrug. I looked at him, raising my eyebrows.
“You know I'm not dating you for the benefits I get since you're high up in the company, right?” I asked him. He met my eyes, “and you know I'm not dating you just for your body, right?” he answered my stupid question with one of his own. I smirked and rolled my eyes playfully, “so...it's official then?” I asked.
“What is?” he asked curiously. “That I'm actually John Cena's steady girlfriend?” I asked, quietly. He laughed and I felt my hope shrivel up. Guess he wasn't that interested with me. He noticed how quiet i'd gotten and he stopped smiling. “Oh, I didn't mean it like that. It was more of a 'oh my god this fantastic woman actually wants to be my girlfriend, I can't believe it' laugh,” he told me quickly. I looked up suddenly, surprised, “really?” He gave me a cute grin, flashing his dimples, “if ya haven't noticed, you kinda make me nervous.”
He shrugged, “I wanna impress you yet I don't want to chase you away with flattery and gifts,” he said, looking away embarrassedly. I smiled, “well, ya know, I wouldn't mind the gifts...you can skip the flattery though,” I told him, poking his arm. He laughed, “you even have a great sense of humor! You're perfect!” he exclaimed. I frowned playfully, “what did I say about the flattery?” I asked in a mock stern voice.
He stuck his bottom lip out in a pout, “Oh, okay. You're the most not-funny person ever.” he said, barely keeping a straight face. “Is that better?” he asked. I laughed, nodding, “yes, that is. Now shut up and kiss me!” I told him, stopping our slow pace and turning to face him. I wrapped my arms around his neck.
And I have only one thing left to say. John Cena is a damn good kisser.
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