Chapter 2: Secrets Behind The Envy

"Dude, you're obvious, but I really don't care. What I'm trying to say is, I think Karen's interested." Orton smirked.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You of all people should know she's in love with HHH. You used to be on the same team as her for god's sake!" Benoit told him angrily.

"Benoit, just because she smiles and holds his arm doesn't mean she's in love with him. If anything, it's completely opposite," Orton stated. Benoit slowly looked up again, wanting to learn more.

"If she's 'interested' then how come she said that just now?" Benoit asked.

"Think about it Benoit! It was one of you against three of them, and you just came out of a match. She was saving your sorry ass. I should know, she's done it for me thousands of times." Orton said with a small smile on his face. But it quickly faded away. "Of course, it comes with a price for her. HHH...HHH beats her, Benoit." Orton bowed his head, hating what he was saying. The worst part was the fact that it was true. Benoit's blood was already boiling. "Sometimes, after she'd interfered in a match, HHH would yell at her. At first I thought it was because he was concerned with her safety, but then I got smarter after a while. Pretty soon I saw the bruises, red marks and stuff on her. I hated to see her go through that. I know it was stupid of me, but she asked me not to say anything, and I didn't. Flair and Batista don't know about it either. I'm not like them. They'd jump in and help her in a second, she's like their little sister." Orton started to sound ashamed of himself. "But I know that it's HHH, and they'd probably still hesitate. But you Benoit, could get her out of there, and it'd all be okay. Don't tell anybody I told you this but..." Orton scooted closer to whisper to Benoit. "She'd watch your matches and try not to cheer," Orton winked. Benoit didn't say anything.

Orton took this as a hint and left Benoit alone. Benoit ran a hand through his hair, thinking of what Orton had just told him. First he was angered beyond belief by the mere fact that Karen was being abused. Then the fact that Orton didn't, and hasn't done anything about it. Benoit jumped up, changed his clothes, grabbed his bag and started heading out. He walked out to the garage, set his bag into the trunk of his rental, and suddenly heard someone cursing. He walked a little to find a young woman kicking the flat tire of her car.

"Oh this figures! And the guys already left for the hotel!" she said angrily. She whipped around to reveal herself as Karen. "What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?" she repeated to herself as she started pacing around.

"You need help?" Benoit asked walking up to her. Karen whipped around and started backing away. She got into a position where the car was now in between them.

"N–no, I'm okay." she stuttered, knowing she shouldn't be talking to him.

"I couldn't help but notice that you have a flat tire," he said as nicely as possible. Real smooth Benoit. "If you want I could change it for you."

"No please, don't go through all the trouble. I'll just call a taxi." she replied and started looking through her purse for a phone. "Damn, I'm not getting any service." she hissed quietly. Benoit checked his phone to see the same result. Karen turned to see him still standing there, in his white wife-beater, black leather jacket, jeans and black shoes. What do I say to him? Why is he still here? She wondered. "Well uh...I appreciate the offer, but I'll be all right. I'm sure you have things to do, people to see," she chuckled nervously.

"Why don't you just grab a ride with Evolution?" Benoit asked. Karen bowed her head and turned away.

"I...just like riding by myself that's all." she replied quietly. Benoit figured they just ditched her. "I'm going back inside to call a cab. Excuse me." She never took her eyes off of him as she started coming out from behind her car to go inside.

"How did you get that bruise?" Benoit asked as he stepped closer to her. Karen's eyes widened a little.

"I...I got hit during the confrontation in the ring, and I hit the floor. That's all," she replied, noting that he was coming closer and closer. She backed away and stayed near her car, to try and keep distance. Benoit simply nodded, knowing she wasn't going to give him the real reason.

"My offer is still on the table to change your tire for you." Benoit told her, changing the subject.

"Listen, I appreciate it, but I shouldn't be talking to you. Besides I don't have a spare tire," Karen told him crossing her arms and looking away.

"I could give you a ride then," Benoit smirked a little. Karen turned her head around with a slight scowl on her face. "You don't have too many options here." Karen knew he was right, but what if HHH found out? "I won't tell anyone if that's what you're worried about."

"Where's your car?" she asked him after a moment of pondering as Benoit pointed off a ways. Karen slowly started walking closer to him, knowing that he wouldn't hurt her, but she couldn't be too careful. Benoit held his hand out to take her bag, as she hesitantly handed it to him. When they finally got to the car, Karen gasped. "It's beautiful!" she squealed and ran up to it. "Wow! I wish mine was this cool looking!" she giggled, completely forgetting her fear of the Rabid Wolverine. Benoit smiled at the sound of her voice all excited. Benoit came up right next to her, and examined it with her.

"You want me to put your bag in the trunk?" he asked. Karen just nodded as he unlocked the trunk and put her bag in. She was about to open her side of the car, when he beat her to it. Karen smiled a little and slipped into her seat. Benoit closed her door and walked over to his side and started the car. Karen buckled her seatbelt and stole a quick glance at Benoit as he looked back to pull out of the parking space. His blue, intense eyes, the ones that went ablaze in every match. Karen quickly turned away before he caught her. Benoit knew she was staring and smirked without Karen seeing. It was a very quiet drive to the hotel, with Karen shaking from nervousness. "You okay?" he asked her.

"Yes." she replied bluntly.

"If you're cold I'll turn the AC down a little," he said reaching for the AC knob.

"No!" she said and gently grabbed his hand. "Sorry, I just meant, it's fine the way it is." she said shyly and returned to looking out the window. When the hotel came into view, Karen gave a sigh of relief. Now I can just run to my room, and pretend this never happened. She thought hopefully as he pulled up to the front. "Thank you for the ride," she said quickly getting out of the car. Before she could, Benoit called out to her.

"Anytime." Karen stopped and took a look back to the sincere look on his face. She smiled a little and continued getting out of the car, just not as quickly. She got her bag and jogged inside, with a smile on her face.

A/N: I'm so happy with the positive feedback I've gotten on this story. I completely forgot to put an 'A/N' in the last chapter, sorry! Anyways, thanks for the awesome support and reviews everyone! Hope you enjoyed this chapter:)