It had been over four months since my I'd thought like that and Kelly wasn't down my throat about facing my problems anymore, and I wasn't 'room hopping' either.

I walked from the elevator doors of the lobby of my hotel to the restaurant that resided across the floor. I wasn't three feet closer when Johnny came towards me, concern in his eyes.

Johnny Curtis wasn't usually an emotional man, a riot yes, but he rarely expressed genuine concern. So when the fellow superstar approached me, I was taken aback, despite him being my best friend.

"I wouldn't; he's in there." If I were moving, his words would have stopped me dead in my tracks.

After I'd just spent a good hour in bed, on the floor, against the wall, with CM Punk, the mention of this man sent chills down my spine.

I considered leaving for a moment, but two things got me. One being my pride, which refused for me to turn tail and run; the other, was the uncontrollable urge to be close to him again.

It wasn't like we were sitting at the same table, but the thought of being at the same room with him caused goosebumps on the inside of my arms.

I grabbed Johnny's arm and pulled him towards the restaurant.

"Like hell we're leaving." Johnny followed me obediently, until I stopped.

I looked down, my usual tank, flannel shirt and shorts, and I felt oddly self-conscious. I looked back up at Johnny; all that defiance and pride vanished from my face. He just smiled and pulled me towards the doors.

The restaurant was on the dimmer side, but if that man could see me, he would know that I was as strong as ever. After a few seconds, I started to doubt that I would actually see him.

"Hey Eli." That voice like ice sent hot shivers down my spine.

Whatever had happened between me and him; there was still something there, but I wasn't sure what.

I turned my head towards the sound of my name, laying my eyes on a man, clad in a casual t-shirt and jeans; his tattoos oozing from his sleeves.

Those icy blues bore into my jade greens, I looked away slightly not being able to take the heat that stirred within me.

His face was usually smooth, but I was liking this new, messier him; his face covered in hair. His lips were turned into a small smile, showing off his teeth; that mouth killed me every time.

"Hey Randy!" I tried to put up a good front, Johnny obviously noticing the battle I was in.

I felt his arm wrap around my shoulders, almost like he was protecting me from the threat that was Randy Orton.

I had spent months of my life hung up over him, and for what? To show him that I needed him, like a little school girl? Well, the truth is, I didn't, and no one could see that.

Four months ago, sure, I would have jumped all over him. Would I be happy? No, but having him would have been worth it.

Being with Randy was like being on drugs. The high was great, but the withdrawal was brutal. I wasn't willing to sacrifice something amazing for something that had caused me so much pain already.

"So, Randy, I haven't seen you around lately. Where have you been?" Johnny asked, breaking the awkward silence that started to build.

"I've been having some family problems. A divorce actually, apparently there was some infidelity issues." His eyes burned into me the split second he glanced at me. I wrapped my arm around Johnny. I knew all too well about Randy and his wife's 'infidelity' issues. They were me.

"Damn man, sorry about that." Johnny said, trying to wrap up the conversation quickly. He didn't want to be there anymore than I did.

"Nah, I knew she was cheating on me anyways." Again, Randy's eyes flashed towards me. "But, hey, I'll let you two get back to lunch. This place makes one killer stake!" he smiled a full grin, my knees all but buckled.

Johnny said goodbye, for the both of us, and we turned to head towards our own table.

"Ok, awkward much? But damn, he's getting divorced? Rough." Johnny babbled; I was still processing that whole fact.

This couldn't have been something that just happened; it had to been happening for months.

It had only been six months since Randy broke my heart, but was that long enough for his own drama to unfold, a divorce at that? And why did he keep shooting me those deadly stares? Did I have something to do with the divorce? Did he want me back?

Just the thought was enough to stop my breath, but it was also enough to snap me back to reality. He'd literally said that he 'couldn't handle me and my shit'.

"Eli, are you ok?" Johnny's voice snapped me from my twisted daze; it wasn't healthy to go dredging up the past. The past belonged right there, in the past.

"Hey guys! Sorry I'm late, I ran into some fans along the way." Kelly piped as she approached the table.

She was chipper as usual, and equally as beautiful. Every man in the restaurant, single or not, was checking her out.

Damn, if I was a dude, I would be too.

Her long blond hair wrapped around her body that had curves in all the right places.

Her perfectly tanned skin was dressed in similar attire as me, a tank and some shorts. But it was her eyes that caught me.

She'd seen my pensive face before, and it never meant good news. "What's up?" she asked, instant worry flashing in those baby blues.

Johnny rocked his head towards the direction Randy was in, his head turned towards the bar, his lips sipping from a glass of bourbon.

"Shit. Do you want to leave?" I rolled my eyes. I was tired of being treated like a baby; I was a grown fucking woman who could take care of herself.

"What I want is for you to sit your ass so we can eat! God I need a drink." I grumbled.

The two of them were used to my attitude, so when I started spewing shit, they usually just ignored it.

"Alright, alright, calm down. I'm sitting." She sat down directly in my line of sight to Randy.

My internal reaction a cross between 'move your damn ass' and 'OMG I LOVE YOU THANK YOU!'.

"Oh, so how did your breakfast date with Punk go?" she smiled at me devilishly, successfully getting me off of the subject of Randy.

Johnny shot me a look of disgust.

"Ew! Seriously, why are you dating him! Have you seen the bags under his eyes? He looks like a damn pedophile!" I couldn't help but laugh, my yelp attracting the attention of a certain man at the bar; Randy.

"Ok, first, Punk is damn fine. And second, it wasn't a child he molested." I smirked.

Kelly thought my joke was funny, but I guess guys just can't joke like that.

"Plus, since when are you rating how hot the guys I date are?" I cocked a brow; Johnny's face turned slightly pink.

"Well, first of all, this is the first guys you've actually dated since I've known you and second look at the other guys you've hung out with! Like Alex, all the ladies love him. Everyone did love Christian, but at least he has that whole, older and sophisticated thing going. John, everyone loves John! And loves Ted, and Zack, and Dolph, and Wade, sort of. Even-" his words cut off.

I knew what he was going to say, 'even Randy had the ladies pulling for him'.

I sighed, knowing that just killed the conversation.

"But really, your taste in guys lately has really gone to the dogs." Johnny continued, trying to maintain the ease of the pervious conversation.

"How so?" that earned me queer looks from both Johnny and Kelly. "Punk is totally hot! Haven't you guys figured out yet that I actually like the whole, ego centric, brash personality? And Sheamus isn't that bad, granted the orange hair is a bit startling."

"Eli, you've gone blind. Don't make me set you up with someone next time! Maybe Drew, or Daniel, maybe even Mason! I know how you like those big muscly types!" I laughed at Kelly's words. I knew she was just kidding, hopefully.

"Sorry, Daniel is too goofy for me. Drew is too Scottish. And Mason, well, I like him, but were just really good friends. You guys don't need to worry about me, I'm set."