"I'mma whoop that boys ass," My Uncle Dwayne swore as the limo door shut behind us.
"Uncle Dwayne...," I trailed off.
"What?" He half-snapped, raising and eyebrow at me.
"If you start things with him, it'll just make things worse," I said, pleading with my stubborn uncle.
"Yeah," He laughed, "For him. Friday night, he'll be at Smackdown and I'ma whoop that boys ass."
"And I'll-" I began.
"Be at my house," He said, finishing my sentance.
"Don't you trust me?" I said, cocking an eyebrow of my own.
"No," He said plainly, "Your like me with an injury, Natalie. Unless someone forces you to, you won't stay down. Well, I'm here to force you."
"Who says I'll stay at home?" I challenged, laughing.
He muttered something under his breath that I didn't understand, but I ignored it. We soon got to my house, and he got my things into my house, and made me swear that I wouldn't go anywhere, and he'd be there to pick me up Friday at around five.
"Bye, Uncle Dwayne," I said, laughing at his over-protectivness. And Orton getting his ass handed to him on a plate.
He kissed me on the forehead and left. I sat down on the couch in my living room, flipping on the TV.
Minutes later, my front door opened, and in a second, my best friend, Ashley stood in the doorway of my living room.
"Ohmigod," She apologized, sitting next to me,"I am SO sorry, Natalie, I should have been there and-"
"Ash," I began, laughing, "This isn't your fault. Calm down. RAW isn't your show, you shouldn't have been there."
"Are you SURE it's okay?" She asked. A worried look had taken over her face.
"Yes, Ashley. I'll be fine. And in two weeks, I can get back to wrestling," I said, smiling.
"Good," She said, "Well, I brought you a donut."
She handed me a white bag that had my faviorate breakfast food in it- A choclate donut covered in sprinkles.
"Thanks, Ashley. I'd go somewhere with you, but I can't. Promised my uncle," I said.
"Good," She said, "You need to get rest anyway, with the past two days you've had."
"Thanks," I said. I loved having her as a friend. She rocked, and always knew the right things to say.
I got up quickly to give her a hug, and she left.
I sunk back into a seat, depressed. I turned on the radio, and a Bobby Valentino song played, i " I saw you walkin', down on Melrose. You looked like an angel straight out of heaven, girl. I was blown away by your sexiness. Now all I have to do is catch up to you. Slow down, I just wanna get to know you, but don't turn around, cauz that pretty round thing looks good to me. Slow down, never seen anything so lovely. Now turn around and bless me with your beauty, cutie" /i
I loved that song, so I turned it up.
Then I sunk back in the seat, deppressed. Two weeks? I hated Orton. Absolutly hated him. I couldn't wait to see the footage of my uncle beating the shit out of him.
Pain twitched in my leg, reminding me that much more of how much I i didn't /i do to Orton. I mean, COME ON, I had never even had a full conversation with him, let alone an argument..
How?
How could somebody be so cold. So heartless? I pondered the thought. Was he just like that twenty- four seven? Or was it just in the WWE building? Could somebody possibly be that cold all the time? Unless it was like, Hitler or something.
Why?
Why couldn't he have just pinned me? Why did he have to go through kicking my sorry ass all around that ring.
Cena.
John Cena.
He just HAD to call my uncle. I mean, yeah, he would have found out about it eventually, but it at least give me time to yell at Coachman, or McMahon or something.
He DID save my ass.
I guess I couldn't be THAT much of a bitch. Who knows where I'd be if it hadn't been for John. I guess I DID owe him an apology.
Shit, did that take alot out of my pride.
It would be another two weeks untill I would see him again. It would take some time for me to work up the nerve to apologize to somebody so...cocky.
He wasn't Randy Orton cocky.
He wasn't Vince McMahon cocky.
He wasn't even Adam Copeland cocky.
He was I'm-The-WWE-Champion-And-I'm-Really-Cocky-But-Not-To-Cocky-Just-Right-Cocky cocky. And THAT was annoying.
He was cocky, but not cocky so that he was to cocky. He was just right so it was annoyingly annoying cocky.
I changed into a bakini, and got into the hot tub in my back yard, which made my muscles feel alot better.
MY TIMELINE FOR THE NEXT THREE DAYS.
WEDNESDAY-
12:00 AM- Woke up, took a shower, soaked in the hot tub to relax my muscles
1:00 - Ate Lunch
1:30: Did my bills for June and July
2:45: Updated my Myspace profile
3:30: Watched TV
4:30: Slept
5:30: Called Ashley
7:00: Hung Up The Phone With Ashley
8:00: Watched 'Get Rich Or Die Trying'
10:30: Ate Dinner
11: 15 PM: Went To Bed
THURSDAY-
9:00 AM: Woke Up
9: 15 AM: Took A Shower
9:30 AM: Did some bench pressing in my in-home gym. I would have done some running or leg presses but my uncle specifically made me promise not to do it untill after the first week.
10:00 AM: Ate Some Breakfast
10: 30 AM: Went Swimming In My Outdoor Pool
11:30 AM: Went inside, checked my phone. Ashley had called.
11:31 AM: Called Ashley Back.
12: 45: Got off the phone with Ashley.
1:00 PM: Watched some TV
3: 00 PM: Cleaned
5:00 PM: Ashley came over
5: 15 PM: Candice Michelle, Maria, Mickey James and Torrie Wilson came over
5:30 PM: Watched 'ATL'
8:00: PM: We did some swimming
9: 30 PM: Began To drink
10: 30 PM: Took a break from drinking to go into the hot tub
11: 30 PM: Ate Pizza
12:00 AM: Resumed drinking.
2: 30 AM: Candice asked Maria to make a Bloody Mary on the rocks, so Maria actually made a Bloddy Mary, went outside and THREW it on the rocks
3:00 AM: We finally stopped laughing.
3: 15 AM: Did some more drinking
4:00 AM: Candice and Torrie left
5: 00 AM: Maria and Mickey left
6: 30 AM: Ashley and I continued to drink
8: 00 AM: Ashley left
8: 05 AM: I passed out on the couch
4: 45 PM: I woke up, and began to scramble around to get ready to go to my uncles. Dressed in jean shorts and a red tank top. I put my cell phone, a change of clothes, my bakini, and my laptop in my backpack. Brushed my teeth five times. Put on deodorant/ perfume twelve times.
"Sorry," I apologized as I climbed into my uncles truck. I could still smell the vodka on my breath, but didn't know if he could.
"It's all right," He said as he pulled out of my Atlanta, Georgia home.
We chatted slightly as we rode to his house, but neither of us talked about what would happen that night.
"Why don't you go put your stuff in your room, Natalie?" He suggested, referring to my room I used in his house everytime we went.
Slightly dizzy, I jogged up the steps, and went into the room.
I tossed the bag on the bed, thanking god over and over again that I was immune to hang overs.
I pushed my light blonde hair behind my ear as I came down the steps. When I looked up, my jaw dropped at the sight of the person standing in my uncle's living room.