Before I Let You Go I Want To Say I Love You
RandyOrtonAshleyMassaro
Summary: It's the ultimate expression of Love – to wear matching rings with your significant other, showing the world that you are a couple. R&R! Thanks!
High school student, Ashley Massaro, also wears one through she is single. When she accidentally switches rings with popular and handsome person in school, Randy Orton, they discovered that their rings pair up! Then, by that, they became harsh to each other. And there was this time when they got to the point that they do hate each other. Are Ashley and Randy the worst of enemies or they are actually soul mates?
A/N: I don't own the wrestlers! I own my OCs… that's all! Thanks!
Chapter 1. I hate him!
"I hate him so much! I hope he dies and goes to hell! Ugh!" She grunted as she darkened the color of her drawing.
'A boy left. The girl's heart broke. In a room filled with darkness, she just simply cried there… alone.' She wrote at the back of the paper and signed her name.
"Hey there, girl! What's up?" She heard her best friend as he approached and sat beside her on the grounds.
"Hey, John." She greeted back, no life in her voice.
"What happened?" He asked, sensing that her best friend needed some help that time.
"We actually broke up. I mean a REAL broke up." She replied, still coldly
"Ash, c'mon! He like cheated on you more than 5 times but you just kept forgiving him!" He pressed, making his best friend realize what she was doing.
"But I love him!" She exclaimed, blinking few times to hold back the tears.
"Your love for him is SO stupid!"
"But that is what matters here!"
"Yeah, you and your so-called 'love'."
"C'mon! You're in love too!"
"Compare me to you, sweetheart. Me, I also think but you, you only love! You don't even think!"
"Because I love him! I'm not thinking! I am LOVING!"
"Whatever you say." He said, rolling his eyes.
"Hey, babes!" Trish's voice came as she gave her boyfriend a peck.
"Hey!" John greeted back.
"What's up with her?" Trish asked, looking at her best friend.
"They broke up. The real one." He replied.
"Ohh…" She nodded.
Ash simply bowed down and stared at her work. 2 guys already broke her heart. And thoughts were roaming around her mind. She couldn't simply understand why they would leave her in the middle of their strong relationships. It hurt her cause they simply ran out of her life. She didn't want to be depressed but they made them. She didn't want scars on her heart but they simply wounded it. And she knew it! They just simply sucked big time.
She became stiff when she felt Trish hugged her. With that, she felt that Trish pitied her. She didn't want that! She didn't want to be pathetic. And right there, she felt so ashamed for herself. She felt ashamed cause of the fact that she actually cried in Trish's shoulder.
"I know you don't want to be pitied. Ashley—"
"Not my whole na—"
"I'm sorry. Ash, you are a great girl. You know that! I know that and John knows that too! Don't be depressed of him leaving you!"
"Trish, you know I love him! I loved him that I almost broke my mother's heart! That I almost fought with my brother! That I almost broke our friendship."
Trish broke the hug and held her on her arms. "He's not the only guy!" She exclaimed.
"But he's the only one who understands!" Ash exclaimed back.
"Wake up, girl! If he really understood you then he supposed to be here with you right now!" She told Ash, whose tears just kept streaming down on her face.
"Trish is right, sweetheart." John told his best friend with comforting voice.
"I just don't want you to pity me." She sniffled.
"We don't pity you. Ash, we're doing this cause we care for you." John said.
"Thank you so much." She managed to say in between sobs and she smiled weakly.
"What're friends for?" Trish smiled back at her.
"So, I'll just go to the water lavatory around the corner." Ash told them.
"Could we see these?" Trish asked, holding her sketchpad.
"Yeah! Sure. Whatever. Don't do something I wouldn't." She replied rolling her eyes.
John smirked as he watched his best friend left.
"She really did love that jerk." Trish commented to her boyfriend.
"Just let that be. If she really loves them, then let her be liberated." John replied.
"She's liberated. Isn't she?"
"Well, in terms of being liberated in her house, babe, no one really cared about her except her mom. And they do that bonding thing when her father isn't at home or has business out of the state. But if he's here, just don't expect it."
"Why is her father like that to her? I mean, yeah, we're best friends but we've just became when I became your girlfriend."
"Her father is like that to her I think because he simply doesn't like his daughter. I really don't know."
"Well, you explained about her liberated in her house, what about outside of that house?"
"Well, look at her now. She's Ashley. That is Ashley outside of her house. She's very free. And she just simply makes fun with us."
"So, that's the liberated Ashley?"
"Yeap."
"Oh…"
She saw the water became black as she mixed her tears with the warm water. She was washing her face on the huge sink outside the back of their school. That huge sink composed of 4-5 faucets and they were for the sports team actually.
She turned off the faucet when she was done. She, then, started to look for her hanky inside her pockets but saw nothing.
'Fuck! Where is that!' she thought and started to look everywhere. 'Must've left it on my bag.' She was about to wipe her face with her shirt when she saw a hanky in front of her face.
She looked up and saw a familiar guy from there. But, nonetheless, she didn't know him.
"A girl like you shouldn't cry a lot." He said, still the hanky in his hands.
Ash took it and wiped her face with it. After that, she looked up at the stranger.
"Thanks for this. I will get this back to you after I wash it." She smiled weakly.
"You may not, if you wish." He told her.
"So, new here?" She asked.
"No."
"What year are you in?"
"Senior."
"I've never seen you."
"But I always see you and John's my friend."
"You mean John Cena?"
"Yeah… most likely."
"So, you are a football player, I presume."
"Yeah… I am."
"Name?"
"Randy Orton."
'Randy Orton? I've never heard of him.' She thought as she looked at him.
He had a brown clean cut hair. And damn! He had the most piercing blue crystal orbs inside those sockets. Like many football players, he had lean and muscular body. He was taller than Ashley by like 7 inches. But, nonetheless, he was gorgeous!
"Do you have your schedule?" Ash asked him.
"Nope. Well, it's lunch. So, after lunch will be Art class then World History and Physics. Then, it's dismissal." He explained.
"Oh, we have the same schedule."
"I always have the same schedule with John. Since our 1st years."
"If you have the same schedule with John, you have the schedule as me."
"That's right."
"I've never seen you."
"That's maybe because you're so concentrated with your ex-boyfriend's world that you're so blinded from the reality." And with that, Randy Orton left Ash with so much confusion.
'How did he knew about me? He supposed to be more popular than me. I supposed to squeal earlier 'cause of the mere fact that he was a varsity. And, nonetheless, he's a football player.'