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Chapter 23 : I Am John Cena

"Aw. . . Kyle and Peaches, come here my sweethearts," I cooed and tried to grab Kyle.

"No kissy! Go away!" he protested in disgust and swatted my hands away to run and hide behind Clark.

"Peaches, my love!" I went over to her, grabbed her head [while she was trying to headbutt me in an attempt to get away from me] and I wetly kissed her forehead.

She tried to brush me away and I grinned. I looked up at Clark who was holding her in his arms. I stood on my toes and pecked his cheeks too. He didn't say anything and just stared down at me, his eyes vacant.

"Stop this kissy-kissy, makes me want to throw up," Kyle said, scrunching his nose up and gagged which made me grab him by the waist and tickle him until he was shrieking with laughing.

"Let's go," Clark stated in between our fun time and unlocked his car. He claimed to be a billionaire, but his car was no Mercedes. Then I reminded myself that he was undercover and I felt bad when my stupid self realized that I knew nothing about him. Absolutely, nothing.

I didn't know his real name or what his occupation was. I didn't know if he actually looked like he looked right now. I meant, he was in disguise. He was pretty hot wearing glasses and beanie, but I knew that was not him. He could be ginger or a blonde, but I was pretty sure his natural hair was dark brown. I had felt his hair when we were making out and it didn't feel dyed. However, that could just be my silly assumption.

"What is your evil mind plotting now?" Clark rasped as he placed Peaches on the back seat and shut the door.

"I was just wondering . . . Who are you?" I asked and he raised his eyebrow. "I mean, who are you really? I know you are this rich ass billionaire, but I don't know your actual name or how you look without this disguise."

"Do you want to know?" he asked and leaned against the car.

"Of course I do," I said tartly and paused. "Actually, no. I don't want to know."

"Why?"

"That's because I know you'll always be my Brownie," I said nonchalantly and grinned.

* * *

"How's everything going?" Ian asked and I stretched my body.

"The usual. Eat, sleep, regret, repeat. This long ass summer vacation is refreshing after the tiring days of school, but then I do miss high school, you know?"

"Yeah," Ian agreed and walked with me. We were now strolling around the banks of the river and just chatting.

I was pretty popular in high school and I mingled with everyone. For me, the entire school were my friends. They knew not to mess with me since I was considered to be trouble, but they still liked me for my quirky behaviour and free spirited nature. My school days were my best days of my life and I was a tad disappointed when I graduated. However, the principal and my teachers were very happy. "Good riddance," they had said.

"George?" Ian called out and I snapped out of my thoughts.

"What?"

"Are you erm . . . " he trailed off and my eyebrows knotted in confusion.

"Am I Batman?" I asked and Ian chuckled as I added, "Am I John Cena?"

"No," Ian denied and smiled dolorously. "Are you and Clark like a thing now?"

I was caught off guard by his question and I choked. "What? Brownie and me? What makes you think that?"

"I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, but you guys kissed and so I thought you may be with him. You know, like his girlfriend?" he said awkwardly.