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Chapter Twenty-One: John

I woke up, and immediately I knew I wasn't going to practice tonight.

I was planning on it, seeing as how it's our last practice before school starts, but in the state I was in I doubted I would be going anywhere today.

My body still ached from all of Brock Lesnar's sixteen suplexes. Monday was not looking good.

Once I was downstairs, I noticed my mom setting the table for breakfast. At the same time, she noticed me.

"Ah, good morning! Sleep well?" she asked, smiling.

"Sort of. I'm still feeling bruised from yesterday. Should I help set the table?"

Mom waved her hand dismissively. "No, I've got it. You should sit down."

Once I was in my usual spot at the table, she gave me a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry about yesterday, but you know, I wouldn't worry about it. He looked pretty tough, and I'm sure you did your best. Like you always do."

She must've known what I was thinking. I think most moms could usually guess. "It's just...I don't think Brock's the champion the school needs. He rarely shows up to practices, and it's only every once in a while that he decides to go to our events and compete. The school needs a fighting champion."

Once she finished setting the plates, Mom joined me at the table. "Well, you do get a rematch, remember? You can try again. If anyone could beat Brock Lesnar, it would be you. Who else is tough enough to win against him?"

"Fandango's pretty tough. He thinks his dance moves rule," I joked. "Or maybe Seth Rollins would beat him if he can forget about his cowardice for a while."

Mom laughed. "I don't think we have to worry about that happening. Besides, once you beat Brock, they'd have to go through you." The oven timer beeped, interrupting her. "Time to put the monkey bread in. I'll be right back." 

As soon as she slid the bread into the oven, she said, "John? I was wondering if you wanted to have your girlfriend over tonight for dinner. Does she like lasagna?"

Yes. Nikki loved lasagna. But did she want to come over tonight? Our relationship right now was as sticky as the currently-cooking monkey bread. And of course Mom didn't see our fight backstage.

I could always ask. Maybe we could fix this. I pulled out my phone to message her, but with the way things were going right now, I figured that this was a question that needed to be asked face-to-face. 

So, once Mom called in my brothers and dad, and we ate the cinnamon monkey bread, I resolved to go over and ask Nikki if she wanted to have lasagna with us tonight.

How bad could things be?

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Turns out, pretty bad.

Things were not going well at the Bella residence. When I reached their house, I heard yelling coming from inside.

Not a good sign.

I stepped onto their porch and rang the doorbell, hoping that I could just ask my question.

Brie answered the door, her hair in a flurry and tear stains on her cheeks.

"Uh...is Nikki home?"

Apparently, I asked Brie the wrong question. "Oh, sure, of course Nicole is home. We're sisters, and since we're young we still live together. Or, at least I thought we were sisters. I don't know why she did this.