Evidence

Evidence

Sadie Bautista

Chapter 3: Mix in a Little Drama

Cassie lay curled up on her living room floor, her cordless phone across the room as she cradled her knees to her chest, her long hair splayed across the carpeted floor. Her bloodshot eyes glared at the receiver as the screen lit up with an incoming call. Reaching out, Cassie grabbed the phone to see who was calling. "Orton, Randal" displayed across the screen and she rolled her eyes, tossing it away from her and letting his call go to voicemail.

"This is Cassie, you know what to do!" her voice rang through the quiet house.

"Cass, come on, I know you're home. Pick up," Randy pleaded. "Cass, I said some shit last night that I didn't mean I need to talk to you. Come on, pick up."

Groaning, Cassie reached for the phone. If she ignored him any longer her voicemail would fill up and she did not feel like listening to his pathetic messages for two days. She pressed the on button and held the phone to her ear, waiting for Randy to stop talking.

"What do you want?"

"Cass, thank god, I thought something had happened to you," Randy sighed with relief.

"What would happen to me, Randy, you live across the street from me, I think you'd know," she replied sarcastically.

"I just wanted to make sure your were okay. I saw the way you come home last night and felt like it was my fault."

"How sentimental of you," Cassie rolled her eyes, sitting up into Indian style and combing a hand through her tangled hair. "Well, now you know I'm perfectly fine."

"You don't sound fine."

"Wonder why," she snapped.

Randy sighed again and Cassie glanced out the window looking out onto the street. She saw him standing at his window, his head resting against the frame of the window while John sat sprawled on the couch watching TV behind him.

"Do you want something or are you just going to keep me suffering on the phone? I have a Tylenol waiting to ease my hangover. "

"Cass, I want to apologize for what I said last night. I was drunk I didn't mean anything by it. I don't want to see you fuck this up. You have such a good life going I don't want my bullshit to fuck it up. I'm sorry."

"Oh my God, Randy, don't start with this bullshit. How about you do me a favor, okay? Stop trying to beg my forgiveness, man up, and do something about it? How's that? I'm tired of waiting around for you to actually grow the balls to do something about your life or mine since you're so concerned. Instead of sadly shaking your head at me, because I can see that's what you're doing, take a leaf out of John's book and actually make an attempt to fix things. Don't just walk away."

"Why don't you make an effort, Cass? You sit around waiting for other people to fix your fuck ups, why don't you take responsibility for your own actions and grow up for once. Maybe I'm tired of taking care of you. Have you ever thought of that? Maybe I'm tired of coming back to your bullshit."

"And yet you still come back, Randy!" Cassie retorted, tears springing to her eyes. "Explain that one to me, Dr. Phil!"

Randy opened his mouth to reply but the line clicked. He watched from his window as Cassie flipped him off again and drew her curtains closed. He tossed the phone onto the loveseat beside the window and turned to John with his hands on his hips.

"You can't win with that girl."

"Maybe you should just give her some space. "

"Since when were you Mr. Relationship Fixer?"

John shrugged, looking up from the AutoTrader magazine he'd found in the guest room, "I'm not, I just think she's a little steamed right now and you should back off. I mean this is your second argument in two days."

"Third," Randy corrected. "She started it."

John sighed, dropping the magazine and sitting up. "Listen, Rand, you have enough on your plate right now as it is, I don't think you need Cassie's fucked up life added to the mix. Focus on what you think is most important and then come back to the rest of it later. I mean you've got Cassie, and what about this new fling you've got going with Melina now. I don't think you need any drama with that shit now do you? Since you and Cassie aren't involved anymore I think you should let her go."

Randy shook his head stubbornly, "I can't do that she's my best friend."

"You sure don't treat her like that," John replied, grabbing his dropped magazine and turning the page. "Either get with her and stay with her and stop ruining her life, or stay out of it. You don't need all this bullshit if you stay friends."

Randy bowed his head, "How am I ruining her life? She's the one ruining her own life with her stupid strip job."

"Randy just let it go, okay?" John sighed. "You're making my head hurt with all your high school drama."

Growling, Randy stomped from the room. John listened as Randy slammed the door of his bedroom before grabbing the phone and dialing Cassie's number.


Cassie sniffed as the phone went off beside her. She rolled over on her bed, pulling the covers over her head. Glancing at the caller ID she frowned at the name. She let it go to voicemail, listening as John's voice greeted her ears.

"Cass, it's John. Pick up, please."

Grabbing the phone, Cassie pressed the on button, "Hi John."

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

"I feel like shit, John, what's new," Cassie shot sarcastically.

"Okay, relax. Listen, I want you to do me a favor, okay?"

"If it involves Randy I want nothing to do with it," Cassie replied, her tone final.

"Cass."

"No, John, I'm not speaking to that jerk until he realizes—"

"What? That you're lying to everyone around you? That he can't stand seeing you risking something like your students? That he actually still cares for you?"

Tears welled up once again in Cassie's eyes, this time she let them fall down her cheeks. Sniffing she curled up tighter in her blankets, resting the phone against her cheek. "John, I can't deal with all this right now. Randy obviously hasn't changed and I'm not about to screw up my life even more for him. So whatever it is you're planning, toss it."

"Cass, just come to Wrestlemania, okay? Fly out to Orlando, you won't regret it, I'll get you everything you need. I think Randy will want to see you there."

"And why the fuck would he want that?"

"Think about, kid. You'll figure it out sooner or later," John hinted. "Now get some rest, I know you've had a rough weekend. Give Randy some time, he'll come to his senses."

"Right, and I'm the tooth fairy," Cassie grumbled under her breath and hung up the phone. "All I need right now is a Tylenol and some water."


That Monday on Raw, Randy sat subdued in his locker room staring at the far wall with unnecessary concentration. Triple H had the role of General Manager for the evening and he did not look forward to his match against the entire Raw roster later in the night. Not to mention his fiasco of a weekend still lingered in his mind. Cassie refused to even look at him and John would not tell him what he said to her after he'd thrown his hissy fit when she hung up on him. No, Randy was left to walk in the dark. He had two weeks to get his mind straight, not to mention get his sex life straight too, Melina had been attached to his hip since his return and he had no idea how to get her to disappear.

"Hey, Rand, ring time, let's go," John's voice broke him from his thoughts as he knocked on the locker room door.

"Coming," he called, pulling on his RKO t-shirt and grabbing his spinning WWE Championship. "Show time."

He made his way to gorilla position, not noticing Melina lurking by the door, waiting for him to disappear around the corner before sneaking into the now vacated room.

Melina giggled to herself as she entered Randy's locker room. She wanted to surprise him when he came back and she knew exactly how. However, since she had some time to kill she glanced around the room noticing how neat it was. Her eyes fell on the duffle bag sitting on the bench beneath the cubbies lining the walls and she grinned, making her way over to it. A towel sat on top of the bag, his cell phone resting beside it, the screen black. She eyed it warily before pulling the towel off the top to find his wallet. Curious, Melina opened the crisp leather to find a few credit cards in the slots. She pulled out Randy's diver's license and laughed at the picture. She returned the card to its place, seeing pictures behind a protective flap. She paged through them, smiling at the photos of his parents and a few with his siblings. A frown creased the Diva's face at one picture, however. She pulled out the photo of Randy and another woman she only knew as Cassie. The two had never met and Melina had no intention of meeting the elementary school teacher. In the photograph, Randy had his arms wrapped around Cassie's middle. The two were kissing in a more than friendly way and it made Melina's stomach turn at the thought that the two had dated.

"Oh God I hope not," Melina muttered, crumpling the picture and tossing it over her shoulder. Just as she went to investigate the rest of the duffle bag Randy's hone went off, the screen lighting up and buzzing loudly. Melina hesitated for a split second, an evil grin spreading across her face. She grabbed the phone, seeing it happened to be Cassie calling and pressed the send button.

"Hello?"

Cassie opened her mouth to speak when it hit her that a woman had answered Randy's phone. She furrowed her brow and cleared her throat, unsure of how to address the situation. "Who is this?"

"This is Melina Perez, Randy's girlfriend."

Cassie gaped, her cell phone almost dropping from her hand with shock. Randy had a girlfriend? And he didn't bother to mention it to her? "I'm sorry but last I checked Randy was single."

"Well then he must not have that close of a friendship with you," Melina shot back.

"Excuse me?" Cassie snapped.

Melina grinned, enjoying herself. She opened her mouth to reply when the door of the locker room burst open and Randy walked into the room, a smirk on his face. It instantly disappeared, however, and he nearly dropped his gleaming WWE Championship on the floor.

"Melina, what the fuck are you doing?" he yelled, practically running across the room. He yanked the phone from her hands and held it up to his ear. "Hello? Who is this?"

"I've heard enough already, Randy. I'm sorry I even called," Cassie's hurt voice greeted his ears before the line clicked.

Randy's entire body began to shake with fury. He ended the call, dropping his cell phone on top of the towel over his bag. He slowly turned to Melina, pure anger coursing through him.

"What the FUCK did you DO?"