A/N: This is the first story in my Confessions Of A Pop Princess series. Feedback is always welcomed :)

Disclaimer: I only own Audrea Tate, her manager Jake Phillips, and her best friend Caitlyn. I own nobody else.

"Fifteen minutes then you're on, Audrea". My manager, Jake said. I nod my head and turn my attention back to my guitar. I'm trying to work on a new song, but I have no inspiration at the moment. I play a note, hoping that would get me somewhere, but I get nothing. I groan and lay my guitar on the couch next to me and stand. I walk over to the vanity and adjust my make-up.

Okay, maybe I should back up and introduce myself. I'm Audrea Tate, I'm twenty-two years old, and I'm what Hollywood considers "a pop princess". I've been recording and touring since I was sixteen. I have no contact with neither of my parents because, in my book, they're both dead to me. I know that might sound cruel, but when one of your parents is a stripper and the other's a drug dealer and they're both huge alcoholics, it kinda makes it hard to stand them while you watch them throw their lives away. That's why I ran away from home when I was fifteen. I had nothing but the clothes on my back and my guitar in my hands and I was out on the streets of L.A. on my own.

I performed at little clubs night after night until one night, I finally caught my big break. I was at this club after my performance when Jake Phillips, one of the biggest music producers in Hollywood, came up to me and asked me if singing is something I wanted to do professionally, and I of course said yes. I recorded my debut album the next month and the rest is history.

Jake comes back into the room, "You're on, kiddo". He says. I walk over to the door and follow him down the hall towards the curtain. I've been performing for over six years now and I still seem to get stage fright. I can hear the fans chanting my name and I take a deep breath. With a huge lump in my throat, I walk out on the stage..

"I don't think I've ever seen you sweat so hard". My bestfriend, Caitlyn said, laughing. We're sitting in my dressing room after the show. I throw my empty water bottle at her, and she dodges it. "Hey, sweaty. I have someone I want you to meet".

I pick up the towel that was lying on the couch and start wiping my face with it. "Oh really? Who?".

She stands up and takes my hand, dragging me towards the door. I throw the towel back on the couch and follow her out. She suddenly stopped when we got in the hallway. "Wait! Go get your stuff". I give her a confused look, but do as I'm told. I grab my bags and we go. We ran down the hall, passed a bunch of workers, and dodged a group of fans. When we got to the parking lot, I was exhausted. There, we were greeted by a young man, leaning on a red Porsche.

"Randy, this is my friend Audrea Tate", Caitlyn said, introducing this guy to me, "Audrea, this is my friend Randy Orton".

Randy removed his shades and stood up straight, extending his hand out to me. "As if I didn't know who you were. It's a pleasure to meet you".

I shook his hand. Hey, did I mention he was good looking? Because if I didn't earlier, I should've because he certainly is. "It's nice to meet you, too".

"Well, me and Audrea were just about to leave. We're going to grab a bite to eat. Wanna come with us?". Caitlyn asked. I look over at her, nudging her in the side.

"Sure. But only if it's ok with you, Audrea". Randy said, smiling. And wow what a smile.

Hell yeah he can come along! Hell, if he's looking for a place to sleep tonight, he can come stay with me. I, of course, don't say this aloud. Instead, I play it cool. "Sure. You can come with us".

He takes my bags from me and we walk over to his car when Caitlyn says, "Actually, how about I meet you guys there? I mean, it doesn't look like there's alot of room in this car. So I'll just take mine".

Oh, she's devious. She knows damn well that there's a backseat that she can sit in, but I know what she's trying to do. She's trying to get me and this guy that I don't even know, to ride in a car, alone... together. I don't even know this guy's criminal background! Or if he even has one...

And that's why I'm so excited. "Ok, we'll just meet you there". I say, rushing her off. She takes the hint and walks over to her car. He opens the door for me and I get in. Well, atleast he has manners. Even though I saw him staring at my legs as I got in. That's ok though, I wore this skirt for a purpose.

Once we get on the road, we instantly started talking like we were old buddies. I tell him about how I met Caitlyn, and he told me how he's a professional wrestler. "You don't look like the type of guy who would wrestle". I say, studying his features more closely.

"Oh, then what kind of guy do I look like?".

"An Abercrombie and Fitch model", I say honestly, "That's not a bad thing either, cause I think those guys are extremely hot". Stupid. Just stop while your ahead. Feeling embarrassed, I hang my head and blush.

He laughs. "Well, I'm glad to know that you think that I'm extremely hot". Damn, cocky much? He continues, "Because I think you are too".

I felt myself blush harder. When we finally get to the restaraunt, there's a swarm of paparazzi already waiting.

"Shit". I say under my breath. Randy parks the car and looks at me.

"You ready?". He asks. I take a deep breath and nod my head. We step out of the car, and we're instantly surrounded by photogs, snapping their cameras in our faces. We walk towards the door, ignoring the question. That one question was repeated like fifty times before we even reached the door.

Are we a couple?