Ok, this is my first fanfic that i have chosen to let people read. It's a lot longer than this butI want to see what everyone thinks about it before I post any more. I own anybody that you don't recognize and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is always appreciated. alright, read, enjoy, tell me what you think !

I wasn't really sure what I was doing. I mean, he was hot, I've always wanted him but things like this just never happened.

I was going to hook up with Randy Orton. THE Randy Orton. Like, the professional wrestler, RKO.

From the beginning of the night, we couldn't take our eyes off of each other. Ok, so more like I started staring at him but once he caught me, he did the same.

"Lexie, will you stop? You are so embarrassing."

My best friend, Krista, was the one who got us into Saucha, one of the newest clubs in the city, thanks to her dad. He somehow had connections with the vice president of WWE and he found out that a lot of the wrestlers were heading over to the club after filming WWE Raw at an arena near by. They were pretty much shutting down the club for the night unless you had a VIP pass so Krista surprised me for my 20th birthday by getting them for us. She had warned me that Randy would be there and I didn't really comprehend it until I saw him at the club, in the flesh.

Surrounded by practically every girl that had a VIP pass.

But, guys loved me and I knew it so I knew how to win him over. All I had to do was stare at a guy who I wanted and then turn away once we made eye contact. By that time, they wouldn't be able to take their eyes off of me but I would refuse to look at them again.

"I don't believe you're attempting to flirt with a celebrity." Krista continued, handing me a pink Cosmo. Another good thing about Krista's connection was that we could underage drink in public.

"Hey, celebrity or not, he's a guy and I know how to pull them in," I said, still starting at Randy. There was no way I was going to compete with all of those fake whores over him. No, I was going to get him my own way. Finally, the moment I had waited for since we first stepped foot into the club, happened. Randy looked up at me and flashed me his signature cocky smirk that made me melt. I offered a small smile in return, took a sip of my drink, and calmly started to talk to Krista. "OhmyGodOhmyGodOHMYGOD! He just totally looked over here and smiled at me."

"Way to know how to handle this," Krista said sarcastically. "When he's not swarmed with other women, you should go talk to him. But keep your cool about it!"

I threw a glimpse at Randy again, who was still looking at me, and said, "I think I have to be a bit more drunk before I go over there. Let's go get more drinks."

"You should've just came over and talked to me."

About an hour later, I heard a male voice talk to me from behind.

I sighed and turned around, figuring it was just some cocky guy looking for a hookup, but I quickly perked up when I saw it was Randy.

I smiled and tried to focus on him considering how wasted I was. "My friend left me to go makeout with some guy outside and my confidence left with her."

"Why? You're a stunning girl, you could have any guy you want."

"Including you?" I blurted out before I realized what I was saying. "Sorry. That was the alcohol talking."

Randy laughed. "You know, I noticed you as soon as you walked in."

"Despite all of the fake bitches that were basically getting naked right in front of you?" I put my glass down on the bar and pulled my thick, long, black hair into a messy ponytail. I prayed that my eye makeup still gave me that "mysterious" look and that it wasn't smeared all over my face. I looked down and was relieved that my large breasts were sticking out of my leopard print top and that a little sliver of my thin waist was showing due to my extreme low riding jeans. It was no wonder that Randy finally approached me.

"I'm really not into that. I like classy flirting. Much like you did."

"Ah, I get it. Two beautiful strangers notice each other across a crowded, smoky room. Despite all the noise and drunken antics, they feel like they are the only people there and that an invisible wall is keeping them apart so the only thing they can do is make eye contact over and over again." I finished, placing a hand on his chest. I could feel his muscles tense up under his black, button down shirt.

He turned away from me and laughed a little. When his ice-blue eyes were looking into my dark gray ones again, he said, "I don't even know your name but I'm sure that I'll be thinking about you for quite awhile."

I couldn't hold back anymore. It wasn't just his looks or the fact that he was famous that made me want to stand on my tiptoes and kiss him. I felt that we had a true connection. There was just something there that couldn't be ignored and I was pretty sure that he felt it too.

"By the way, it's Lexie."