Kevin's POV:
The performance center started to spin and suddenly, oxygen was really a hard concept to understand. The center may have spun around and around a few times but I remained still. I stared at the papers and it wasn't bullshit. These are legal, authentic divorce papers. It basically said her reasonings were verbal abuse and "other minor issues" Yeah. You have a fucking boyfriend that's a major issue not a minor issue sweetheart. "Kevin?" I heard someone say but I didn't wanna talk. I could hardly breathe. I tossed the papers to the ground and stormed toward the exit. "Kevin, you can't just walk out!" "Watch me." I left the performance center and toward my truck. I struggled opening the door when I heard my name again. "Kevin!" "What the fuck do you want!?"
I turned around and Paige was in front of me. "I want to know what happen. What was that all about?" I started pacing and she watched me. I didn't answer her. I can't believe Nicole. After everything, she just wants to throw it away like its nothing? As if we didn't matter. Unbelievable. She doesn't love me anymore...I stopped staring at the ground. She doesn't love me anymore. I felt like crying but I'm a big boy. I can handle this. I'm not crying in this damn parking lot so I did the first thing I could do in a situation like this. I turned around and kicked a dent into my truck door. "Kevin, I swear to god if you don't calm down." "She doesn't love me anymore. That was divorce papers! She, she chose...him! There's that bastard."
Cena was walking in at that moment alongside Chris Jericho. I didn't let him get far at all. "Kevin, don't-" I walked right up to John shoving him backwards and laughed, "Well if it isn't the great John Cena." Jericho started, "Hey Kev, this isn't the best time to-" I yelled, "Shut up, Chris!" He sighed putting his hands up. I looked at John and he was just staring at me like I was crazy. I could almost immediately tell that there was something wrong with him. He looked like hell. He hadn't shaved, he's got food stuck on the corner of his mouth mixed with drool, his eyes were red and his cheeks were puffy. He smelled like cheap alcohol and ugly girls. Okay, maybe ugly girls was an exaggeration but you see my point. He wasn't the John Cena you see on tv, no no. He wasn't even John Cena. This person looked like a mad man. "Say something, you piece of shit," I spat in his face.
John laughed wiping it off of him but still said nothing. Paige came up behind me and grabbed my hand, "Come on let's go. He's not even in his right mind." John's laughter made me even more angrier because he wasn't saying anything. "He was like this when I found him. I don't know what's wrong with him. I just know he's really drunk and every time anyone says anything to him, he laughs. I came to ask Hunter if Cena gets time off." Jericho said watching him. Son of a bitch. He knows I can't fucking hit him when he looks like he's been beat up already. Oh wait. Yes I can.
I smiled at his laughter then struck him in the face watching him fall backwards. "Jesus, Kevin!" I looked at her, "What? He deserved it. I didn't hit him that hard." Paige, Jericho, and I all looked at John who lied on the ground in this parking lot. He held his mouth then looked at the blood pour from it and...laughed. Again, he's sitting in front of me and he's laughing. What the hell? "I just hit you, you dumb piece of shit. I hope you're happy. Nikki chose you. You're overrated ass has officially stolen my wife from me." He frowned at Nikki's name then finally said something with a heavy slur, "Nikki? Where? Nikki? Is she here?" I watched him look around like an idiot and Chris sighed standing him up, "Come on let's get you inside." He put John's arm around him as John looked around confused, "I don't see Nikki.." He then looked at me, "Hey Kevin," then looked at Paige, "Hey Paige. When'd you two get here? Did you see it? I got hit in the face." John started laughing. Just for a split second, I felt bad for him. He has no idea where he is or who he is. He can hardly stand. I've been there it's no fun.
Once that second passed, I just shook my head. I'll kill him when he's sober. I walked away and Paige followed since she still held my hand. I didn't mind. It actually felt nice. I walked back to the truck toward the driver's side. "Where are we going?" "We?" I asked opening my door. "Yes. We. You're kind of my favorite person right now." I chuckled, "Well I'm afraid you're the only member of the Kevin Steen fan club." "Pretty hot member." I nodded, "I agree." She smiled so I smiled back. Paige and I have established this weird friendship where she occasionally makes some flirty comment and I reply with a flirty comment of my own. I can't believe I'm still good at that type of thing, you know? It's been awhile. Either I was really good at it or Paige liked me so much that it really didn't matter to her how terrible it was. That's another nice feeling. "Come on." She walked passed me and into the driver's side. I raised my eyebrows, "If you're driving, I'll take my chances on land." She rolled her eyes, "Would you come on?" "You know you're lucky you're cute because no one drives my truck."
She took me to her hotel room and it was ten times better than mine. That's one of the perks of being on main roster. They get the luxurious crap while I get stuck with a ratty motel room. She ordered pizza and beer and, on the way here, conveniently picked up a copy of The Notebook. We were on the couch watching it and, as much as I hate to admit this, the movie wasn't terrible like it sounded. It was a total chick flick but I mean, it wasn't half bad. I've seen worse movies. "What the hell? If you're a bird, I'm a bird? That's pretty gay. What the hell are we watching?" Paige started laughing, "That's one of the best parts." "Well I'm to fucking fat to be a bird, so what are we going to be?" "We can be..fat and lazy." "I'm ahead of you on the fat front but I can speed you up." "I don't think I could ever be fat. Fat and pale never works out well." "You'd pull it off," I smiled.
"Careful, you're flirting." She smiled. I shrugged, "Well I don't know if you've heard but I'm kind of on the road to divorce court." I picked up my third beer for tonight. "You want me to be honest with you?" She asked and I nodded then turned up the bottle. "I'm glad you're getting divorced." I swallowed then looked at her again, "I'm sure you are." "Not just because I like you but because Nikki Bella isn't good for you. Like yeah okay, you two had fun and all but she isn't exactly a perfect fit for you." "Hardly anything fits me Paige. I'm a fat piece of shit." She laughed shaking her head, "Yeah, yeah but you know what I mean. She's crazy in love with John Cena. That's reality. You may not understand why or how but she is. Face it. Kevin, you can't spend the rest of your life waiting for her to come back to you because that's your life wasted. You deserve better."
"Better huh?" "Better, yes." "Better as in you better or better as in actually, realistically in my league. Give it to me straight, Paige. Do I need to find a fat chick? Because I can find one somewhere." She laughed again. I loved making her laugh. It was addictive. Like the best sound in the world. "So, explain this to me," I said. "Explain why is it every time she's around me, she ends up sleeping with me. Explain it." "Oh, that's easy." "Is it?" I raised my eyebrows and she nodded. "Then why?" I asked. "Because you're attractive in an obnoxious, bad boy type of way." "There's no way someone as sexy as you thinks I'm attractive." "Well I do." I hesitated but finally just looked at her. And I mean really look at her.
I stared into her eyes and, before you know it, we were making out on the couch.
