A/N: So, I hadn't planned to post this until after I finished But I Do Love You... but, I've been really into this story since I sat down to write the first chapter. I now have six written, and I love it so far. Seeing as I have enjoyed writing it so much up to yet, I thought I'd post it early to see what you guys all thought of it.

For those of you that haven't seen in my profile, this story was actually previously called More Than My Own Life. It won the poll that I had up a few months ago, and nothing about the storyline has changed, only the name. The reason for this is because I want that name for my up and coming Twilight fiction instead.

Now, this chapter is a little short, but as we go on, they get longer. It's a little spiffy at times, so just be warned. I've tried to make it as realistic as possible, so I couldn't really let these teenagers, and later on, young adults, be complete angels when it comes to language, and well, bascially everything else, haha.

Obviously I don't own anything to do with WWE, although I would happily take Randy Orton away from them.

I hope you all enjoy, and don't forget to leave lots of feedback. Here comes the first chapter of What I Like About You.

What I Like About You

Chapter 1 – In Hell.

I silently looked around the large room that I had just entered, hoping more than anything that I would spot a familiar face. I had never been one for starting new schools. I had only moved to St Louis, Missouri, four years ago when my Dad was offered a job here. It took me a full year to get used to this place, and also to finally make the right group of friends.

And now, high school was over. It was time for college, and unfortunately for me, I was once again alone. I had always thought that being clever was supposed to be a privilege, but for me? It was a burden.

If I had just been the average student, then right now I'd have been walking into the normal college with all of my best friends. But due to the fact that my final grades I had were excellent, my parents had practically forced me to make something of myself. Well, not exactly forced, rather nagged my ears off until I gave in and said that I'd go to one of the best colleges that the entire United States of America offered.

It didn't really matter to me, either way. It wasn't like I was going to use my qualifications once I managed to finally leave school for good. I wasn't planning on using my skills; I didn't want to be a lawyer, a doctor, or even a teacher. There was only one thing that I had ever wanted to be throughout my eighteen years of life so far, and that was a make-up artist.

Of course, my parents, my mum especially, thought that I must have been crazy. She had always thought of me as being something like an author, as English had been my best subject throughout my earlier years at school. To make her happy, I decided to take further classes in this in high school. It was easy for me to be taught in a subject where I already basically knew everything about. Not to mention that I was fulfilling my mother's dream for me, or so she thought.

She had always wondered why I didn't want to make something of myself. Why, instead of putting myself out there, I wanted to do that for others. She always asked why I wanted to make others look good rather than myself.

But I couldn't help it; I had never wanted to be the one in the limelight. I wasn't unpopular, don't get me wrong, but I was never the talk of the school. I was never prom queen, or I never dated the hottest guys. I was normal, and that was all I had ever wanted to be.

That was until today.

"Ella? Is that really you?" A voice interrupted my miserable thoughts.

I turned to my left, wondering, with hope, if somehow one of my friends had actually made it here too. But as I saw who it was, I frowned. I had no idea who this boy was. The only thing that was slightly familiar to me were his golden brown eyes. Where had I seen those before?

But I was sure, if such a good looking guy had been in contact with me before, that I would have remembered. I knew I'd remember if I had seen a face like his.

"I, err, sorry?" I asked, pulling an apologetic face, as the young man with the strawberry blonde hair took the seat beside me.

"It's me, Jesse Eaton, remember?"

My eyes grew wide as I took in the gorgeous man's words. Of course I remembered Jesse Eaton, but when I had last seen him, he had looked nothing like this. He had been at my first school, before I had moved here. Even as a child he had always had long flowing hair, which had been slightly untidy. He was a scrawny, shy young boy, who never really spoke to anyone during school.

"Wow..." I mouthed, not quite believing what I could see before me.

How could such a skinny, quiet young boy turn into, well... this?

"Yeah, I know," He chuckled lightly, "A little different, aren't I?"

"A little?" I grinned at him, "No, seriously, you look great Jesse... how have you been?"

"Good, I've been good," He nodded, "And you? I haven't seen you in what, 4, 5 years?"

"Yeah, something like that... and I've been okay, I guess. Same old school," I shrugged.

"Ah, of course," He sent a flashy grin my way, "you must have done rather well, to get yourself in here."

"Hmm, a little too well," I nodded, a small sigh escaping my lips, "And the same goes for you. I'm sorry, Jesse, but I never realised that you were, well, clever..." I laughed slightly.

"No, most people didn't," He shook his head, "I was too nervous to speak up back then. I'm not sure what happened, but a few years ago, things just changed. All of a sudden I started to become more confident. I cut my hair, started to go to the gym, started to speak out more in class, and well, here I am," He smiled.

"Well, it suits you," I nodded, smiling back towards him.

I was thankful, even if it was someone who I hadn't really known that well, that there was someone who was at least slightly familiar to me here. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if I just stuck to hanging around with Jesse during my time here.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

As I turned around to see if there was somehow another who I knew here, a bolt of electricity ran through the entire frame of my body. I looked up into the blue eyes of the man who was stood beside me, and instantly knew that things were going to be far worse than I first thought.

At that instant, I forgot about Jesse's good looks beside me, I forgot about my problems with my parents, about the fact that none of my friends were here with me. I forget everything.

All I could think of was the man stood before me.

"Umm, are you okay?" He spoke up, clearing his throat with a small chuckle.

"I, err, yeah... yeah, I'm okay," I stuttered, my cheeks blushing to the colour of a tomato as my eyes stared at his beautiful face in wonder, "No, it's not taken," I managed to squeeze out through my throat, which was beginning to grow tighter as the seconds ticked by.

As the young man took the seat beside me and placed his bags down on the floor, I realised that the whole classroom was already full. The seat beside me was the only one which had been free... why oh why, did this have to happen to me?

I felt the caterpillars in my stomach burst in to butterflies as he once again turned my way, a smirk beautiful enough to kill placed on his features. My thought's suddenly turned to Jesse, and I felt slightly guilty at the fact that I had forgotten him so quickly... but as the dark haired man began to speak to me once more, in the most amazing, deep, husky voice that I had ever heard, I once again forgot that the blonde man even existed.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Randy Orton, and you are?"

"I'm, umm, Ella... Ella Sheldon."

As Randy sent me another breath-taking smile, I realised something. There was only one place that could torture me in so many ways. I was without my friends, in a place that I didn't even want to be, and now, I was going to be forced to sit next to the most beautiful man in existence for two whole years, and he would most likely not give a damn about me.

If I had ever wanted to be the popular one, and the one who dated the hottest guys in school, it was most definitely now.

I was in hell. There was no doubt about it.