Evidence
Evidence
Sadie Bautista
Summary: She's a dancer living a double life who thinks his business is a bunch of crap, he's a WWE Superstar who thinks she is living a lie. When the two worlds collide who will come out the victor? Randy OrtonOC
Chapter 1: Teacher by Day, Dancer by Night
Moving up the rows of desks filled with fifth graders, Cassandra Casey smiled to herself. She had the job she loved, teaching her class of twenty three fifth graders how to multiply, divide and problem solve and a healthy relationship with her colleagues. Nothing could be going better as long as no one at school found out about the life she lived outside of it.
The smile faltered on Cassandra's face at the thought of her second love aside from teaching. If anyone found out she would surely be fired and her teachers license withdrawn, one of her biggest fears.
"Miss Casey?" one of her students drew her from her thoughts. She hastily returned the kind smile to her face and turned, looking down into the face of Billy Shaw, one of her best students.
"Yes, Billy?"
"I just need help with this problem, what do I do next?" he pointed to a long division problem.
Cassandra smiled, kneeling down beside the child and looking at the problem, "Well you've got a good start, now all you just have to do is…"
Randy Orton, WWE Champion and proud member of the Monday Night Raw roster, looked up into the clear blue skies of High Ridge, Missouri. He took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air before making his way across the local elementary school parking lot with hopes of surprising his longtime friend, Cassandra Casey. After not seeing her for nearly a year he figured he was way overdue for a visit and having the weekend off proved a perfect time to surprise her. He knew it was nearly an hour after school had let out but he figured she might still be in her classroom grading papers.
"Hello, sir, how can I help you?" the secretary sitting in the main office smiled up at him, her wispy gray hair and large glasses reminding Randy of his middle school algebra teacher.
"I was looking for Miss Casey? She teaches fifth grade," he began, leaning against the counter casually.
The woman nodded and placed a nametag beside his elbow, "She's in room 115, you'll just have to put your name on that for security reasons."
"Thank you, ma'am," Randy nodded; his blue eyes sincere as he popped open the Sharpie she handed him and signed his name on the tag.
Leaving the marker on the counter, Randy made his way down the hallway his eyes on the green and white number tags outside each room. It took him a bit to find the one he was looking for but he eventually came upon the room decorated with different cartoon numbers and signs. Beside the chalkboard sat the woman he sought, her head bowed over a stack of papers, her pen whizzing over each page. Her laptop made a noise beside her and she jumped, nearly spilling a bottle of water resting near her hand. In her haste to stop it from tumbling, her green eyes met with his blue and she gasped, the bottle tipping dangerously in her surprise.
"Randy?"
The WWE Champion smirked, shrugging a shoulder as Cassandra righted the water bottle and jumped to her feet. "Hello, Cassie."
"Oh my God! Randy!" she ran over to him, jumping into his arms with a happy laugh. "You look great!"
Randy chuckled as Cassie drew away to look him over. She bit her bottom lip as her eyes trailed over his abdomen and back up to his ocean blue eyes. He took the time to eye her up as well. While he donned blue jeans and white t-shirt with a black blazer overtop, Cassie looked simple yet gorgeous in a green cardigan over a white button up shirt tucked into a pair of black jeans, her long chocolate hair fell over her shoulders, parted in the middle to frame her oval shaped face.
"You don't look too bad yourself, Cass. Have you been working out?" Randy took her hand and spun her around, his eyes falling on her ass.
Cassie blushed and shrugged coyly, "You might call it that."
"I'm intrigued," Randy smiled as she hugged him again and sat back behind her desk. He pulled up one of the desk chairs and sat down, resting his elbows on the wood. "So, how have you been all this time? I would've come back sooner but Vince kept giving me bullshit."
Cassie shrugged, organizing the papers she had been grading. She ran her fingers through her long hair and glanced at her laptop screen before meeting Randy's gaze.
"A lot's changed, Rand. I mean I finally like where I'm at in my life. I have a steady income, a nice house. I finally got my masters in education. Things are going good for me right now," she smiled. "I see you're the new champ now, huh."
Nodding, Randy began fiddling with the pens in a mug beside his arm, "Yeah, Vince wanted to see what would happen. Apparently I can put butts in seats, so I'm going to be champ for a while."
"Have you hit anybody over the head with a chair yet?" Cassie asked sarcastically.
"Cass, must you start with this again?" Randy sighed. "I told you the stunts we do are protected."
No matter how hard Randy tried to convince Cassandra that what he did for a living could not really hurt someone, as it appeared on TV, she refused to believe him. She constantly criticized him for his moves and decisions in the ring. The one thing kept them at a constant disagreement, at least for now, that is.
"Randy, I respect that you love what you do, and I have to admit you do one hell of a job at it, but I just can't understand how you could live with yourself after some of the crap you do. Punting John's father in the head? I couldn't watch for almost a month after you did that."
"Cassie, I didn't hurt him! Both John and his dad understood what was going to happen and both agreed to go on with the storyline. Why can't you stop being so practical for one second and just understand what I do for a living?"
She shook her head and turned to her laptop stubbornly. Randy watched her type out an email hastily and send it before returning her attention to the grading she had been doing before he walked in. How could this have gone down the drain so quickly. He thought his random appearance would garner a happy reaction that would lead into him asking her to dinner and spending a relaxing evening with his best friend. Guess that wasn't happening.
"Cassie, I'm sorry for upsetting you," he muttered.
"It was nice seeing you, Randal, but I have work to get done," she replied coldly.
"I guess I'll see you around then, John is in town as well, just give me a ring if you want to meet up or anything," he got to his feet, returning the chair to its desk and slowly making his way out of the classroom.
"I'll be sure to do that," Cassie replied without even looking up, missing the gloomy look in Randy eyes as he left. "God, I'm so stupid," she muttered the moment he was gone. "Shit."
Later that night…
Randy Orton and John Cena stood outside of one of their favorite clubs-- Myth Nightclub-- both anxious to get inside and start up their night of partying. All Randy wanted to do was get his mind off Cassie. He felt so stupid for just randomly showing up. John had thought it a good idea to surprise her at work and he went along with it, thinking it would patch up their relationship not make it worse. How stupid could he be?
"Randy, lets go, we're in," John broke the WWE Champ from his thoughts and Randy followed him inside, his eyes having trouble adjusting to the darkness and flashing lights.
The two men made a beeline for the bar, both ordering beers and taking a seat at a table above the dance floor. Their seats, conveniently beside a glass box they assumed was for a dancer, looked down over the club as the speakers blasted techno music over their heads.
As time went by the club slowly began to fill up, the music changing from techno to hip hop and rap. John and Randy had already gone through about eight beers when the dancers began appearing around them, all dressed in leather bikinis with different colored flowers in their hair. The dancer in their box kept her back to them, John's eyes glued to her ass as she swayed to the music. Randy watched with fascination as she moved with the beat, her long chocolate hair loose over her back as she moved.
"Hey, does she look familiar to you?" John whispered, as the dancer finally turned around, her eyes closed as she grinded with the wall of her box. She slid down the side, her hair falling in her face, her mouth slightly open as she moved her hips.
"Cassie?"
Cassandra's eyes shot open at the familiar voice and she gasped at the sight of Randy Orton and John Cena staring at her through the glass. While Randy had a look of complete shock, John looked like he just got a hard on, making her both nervous and uneasy. She continued to dance to the music, trying to ignore the two men gaping at her. If the bouncer saw her stop she would have to explain what was going on before the two got thrown out and she could not let that put her job in jeopardy.
Although she taught fifth grade during the day, Cassie could not give up her love of dancing. She had been dancing at Myth for nearly three years and teaching was not going to stop her from doing what she loved. Even if it meant keeping secrets from her colleagues and lying about not being able to make it to evening events at the school, she would just have to sacrifice her honesty for entertaining. But right now, as she avoided Randy's shocked gaze, she came to regret lying to him as well. All those times he'd ask her where she had slipped off to at night when he wanted to hang out after coming back from traveling with the WWE. Well, karma had finally decided to slap her in the face and it hurt like a bitch.
"Cass, what are you doing?" Randy asked, placing a hand on the glass. "When..?"
Cassie gave him a pleading look, waiting for the song to end before slipping from her box, as was the usual routine for her after the first song. She often rotated boxes or took up her favorite job, being the entertaining bartender, so the bouncer didn't suspect anything.
"My shift ends at midnight, meet me outside at twelve fifteen and I'll explain everything," she muttered as she walked past, John's eyes on her ass as she made her way to another box.
Randy growled, his anger at her mounting as she wrapped herself around a stripper pole, her toned abdomen moving in perfect rhythm of the beat. "Oh we're going to talk alright."