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Chapter 3
Jessa had loved being introduced around to everyone. She was having a blast getting to know the people she hadn't met before. Most of them were all very nice to her and no one seemed to make a big deal about her presence there. She would have thought that people would think it odd another person joining the team when the medical team already had everyone well in hand, so either they didn't say anything because she was with her uncle or they were generally unconcerned. She had gone back into the catering room to grab a bottle of water when she felt someone place their hand on her shoulder.
"Jessa right?" the voice asked.
"That would be me. Can I help you?" she asked turning around to face a female not much taller then her. She had on khakis and a WWE logo shirt.
"I thought I'd come introduce myself to you. They told me your uncle was walking you around but I had to deal with an ego issue about the script. You would think these men would get over some things but they never seem to." The girl laughed and shook her head. "Anyway, I'm Rumer. And no my parents weren't hippies." She smiled.
"I didn't even think about that. I like your name though; I've always thought mine was too plain."
"You get used to a name like Rumer after oh I don't know 25 years give or take." Both laughed. "Anywho, I've got some more running around to do, we should get together after the show, get a drink or something at the bar in the hotel. I know a lot of people usually do if it's not to bad in there."
"Sounds good to me. It'd be nice to have a friend around here that's not a male." Jessa joked.
"Well then we'll meet down in the bar around 12ish.I know a few others in the crew might be there so I'll introduce you to them later."
"I'll see you then. Nice meeting you." Jessa said.
"You too. Have fun tonight and welcome to the team."
"Thanks."
Jessa had no idea that going down to the bar would gain her a whole new group of friends. Everyone was down there when she met up with Rumer and each one had taken to asking questions about her personal life. She supposed they weren't so personal but she didn't want to talk about why she was suddenly on the teams. They all seemed genuinely interested in just getting to know her, but she didn't want to involve them in her life more then necessary.
Almost two months had passed by with her on the road and every day the bruises that were once disturbing were no longer visible, but she never forgot they were once there. She hated that she bruised do easily and that they stayed for far too long but that's how she always was. The stupidest thing would leave the blackest mark. She still covered her face in make-up but it was getting annoying to her when she had to keep checking it all the time to make sure you couldn't see anything. Backstage was hot and most of her normal make-up would sweat off in a matter of hours.
She thought that most of the men seen her as odd. She tried not to flirt with them, wanting to be their friend but not wanting to encourage anything more after hearing Rumer's story about one person who wouldn't take no for an answer and accused her of leading him on. Jessa thought she was talking about being almost raped but Rumer assured her it was just him pushing for more then friendship. Jessa took extra measures to make sure no one could turn and say she was leading them on. She had a routine. She would wake up; go to breakfast with her uncle, then go about what ever she wanted to do during the day reporting in time to the arenas for her night of work. After that she would go back and sit at the bars with her friends for an hour or two then head to bed. Her sister stopped calling her a week ago and for that she was thankful. No more feeling horrible that she was ignoring the calls.
It was a Friday night in a new city before the big pay per view on Sunday and everyone was going out to some local club. They had just gotten to their hotel when she had been invited to go with them, but ended up turning down the invitation. Thinking to herself she was foolish for doing so, she hiked her way to her room and got frustrated when the key wouldn't unlock the door.
"Having trouble there?" John said from across the hall. She turned and looked at him and smiled through her now gritted teeth.
"Just a bit. You see this door has now decided that it doesn't want me in the room for some unknown reason, so here I am stuck out here till it decides to take pity on me."
"How about I try and get the door open for you?"
"I think if you can get it to open you might just be my new official door opener. I can't seem to get any door to open for me in any hotel we've stayed in." Of course for some reason the minute John tried the door it opened for him. She had to laugh at the irony of it.
"How come you're on this floor? I thought only the wrestlers and that were on this floor?"
"I'm always on the same floor as you all. Uncle Martin wouldn't hear of me being on another floor then one where he can watch over me." She laughed.
"I should have thought about that.' he laughed back. "So are you going to the club with everyone tonight? It should be a lot of fun."
"No I think I am going to go to some fast food place or something and get dinner and then maybe go hit the gym in here or the pool. Bars and clubs really aren't my scene." She told him.
"What a shame. But I guess I can understand that. I'll see you around then." He said and she smiled replying the same before walking into her room.
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John had walked into his room and threw his bags on the closest available bed. He noticed that Randy wasn't in there yet which meant he had time to get in the shower first. Moving to the bathroom he turned on the water adjusting the temperature just right and grabbed his jean shorts and button down white and blue pin striped shirt from his bags and laid them on the counter before stripping down and hopping under the spray of the water. For some reason Randy and he had been sharing a room lately. Most of the guys doubled up with someone when times called for it but it was still weird not having a hotel room all to his self. It took him all of 15 minutes before he was done in the shower and another 5 to get dressed and walk out into the room. Randy was sitting on the watching tv and didn't seem to notice he was done.
"Hey man, if you're going with us, you better hop in the shower. I didn't take that long for you to get interested in whatever that is on tv."
"Nah man, I don't feel like going out tonight. I just want to hang around in here and sleep. I can't seem to get enough sleep lately." Randy said yawning.
"You sure you're not coming down with something? You're never this tired."
"I don't think so. I've just had a lot on my mind right now what with going home for the 4th and dealing with that, and now back here for Summer Slam. It's just a lot right now."
"Well I think if you don't feel any better maybe you could talk to one of the trainers to see if there's something you could do or take to help you relax. Ask Jessa, she seems to have helped out a lot of the guys with alternative things they could do. She might be able to think of something."
"I might if I have to. Just don't tell anyone I'm not really at the top of my game right now. The last thing I want is someone sending me home." Randy said.
"I won't say anything as long as you find a way to get better."
"I will. Go out and find yourself some chick and remember this time to go to her hotel room or something."
"Nah man, I'm going out and having a few beers and that's it. Rest up man, you've got a hell of a show to put on Sunday."
John knew Jessa was worried about Randy. She had asked him a few times if he was okay because he wouldn't talk to anyone really, and John just told her he was fine. He felt kind of bad not telling her what was going on in Randy's head, but he didn't really know either so there was nothing he could say.
After John had left the room Randy turned back to the TV. He knew he had to do something to get out of his slump, but he wasn't sure what he could do. Nothing was working. If he hadn't gone back home and seen Samantha happy with some other man, he would have been fine. But he did and she was. It hurt him but there was nothing he could do about that now, nor would he want to hurt her again. He wanted to get married, but he didn't want to start on a family right away and she did. It was something they couldn't agree on and ended up ending their relationship. Deciding to go hit the vending machine down the hall, he rose from the bed and walked out the door.
"Jessa?" he asked scaring the girl fighting with the door across the hall.
"Good lord, what is it with everyone scaring me when I'm trying to get into the room. First John and now you."
"I didn't mean to scare you. Having trouble?" he asked.
"Yes. John had to open it for me the first time and now it won't open again. I hate these stupid kinds of keys." He didn't mean to but he laughed at her distress. It was funny. She looked about ready to start kicking the door.
"You just getting back from somewhere?" he asked noticing her purse on her shoulder.
"No. I was going to go out and get dinner somewhere, but then I thought about grabbing my jacket from the room in case there was a breeze and I left my cell in there, so I thought I could get back into my own room." She finally gave in and kicked the door when another attempt to open the door failed. "Go ahead and keep on laughing. I'm sure I will be later on." She said.
"Here let me. Where were you going to eat?" he asked.
"Oh I don't know. I wanted something from a fast food place. I don't care where I go right now as long as it's not healthy. I'm sick of healthy foods right now."
"Did you want some company?" he asked opening her door for her and holding it open so she could gather what she needed.
"Thank you, and sure if you want to come out with me. I'm warning you though; if I see you eat one thing that's healthy that's it." She threatened.
"Yes Ma'am. I think there's a diner or something down the road. I was just going to hit the vending machine anyway."
"Sounds good. I have keys to the rental so I can drive us there, or you can I don't really care."
"Well then let's get moving."
They walked down the hall together chatting about the idiots who came up with a card key as opposed to a normal key. Jessa walked out to the truck she was in charge of and threw the keys to Randy. He smiled and hopped into the drivers' seat and turned on the engine. They both buckled in and he started driving to the little diner they had passed on their way there. For a Friday night it wasn't packed in the place. He figured everyone was at the bars, so it would be a nice place to just chill out at. They walked in and were seated and waited on all within 15 minutes. Both of them had ordered Bacon Cheeseburgers with fries. He opted for a soda while Jessa went for the Vanilla milkshake. He had to smile. She wasn't afraid of eating in front of him which was a nice change.
"So Jessa, what brought you on the team?" he asked.
"This and that. Long story that will just make me mad if I talk about it." She said.
"Okay. Guess I'll leave that one go." He laughed.
"I'm not trying to be mean or anything, it's just that the only ones who really know why I needed to get away for a while and get on the road are my uncle, Ric, Chris Benoit and Vince and his family. Add in there though Paul, just in case you don't include him in Vince's family." She said.
"I wouldn't have thought to include him in there though I know he should be. But how come all of them know?" he asked still curious.
"Honestly, because they seen me." She shrugged her shoulders and picked up her milkshake that had just been sat down in front of her. They continued to chat while eating their food. He was still curious about why she was there and what the other men had seen, but he figured if she wanted anyone to know, in time she would say something. They drove back to the hotel listening to an old rock station with her singing along. He laughed and joined in thinking how horrible they sounded not trying to sing but just sort of screaming out the words along with the song. It was a funny sight to see. All too quickly they ended up back at the hotel and he parked her truck back in the same spot. Sliding from the drivers' side he moved around to open her door.
"My my, I feel special." She laughed as Randy opened her door.
"As you should." He joked. "I've been meaning to ask you, is there something that I can do to relax?" he said.
"What are you talking about Randy?" she asked puzzled as they walked into the hotel and made their way on to the elevator.
"Well I've been under stress or something I don't know, but I'm not feeling rested enough. Do you know anything I can do that might help me feel more like myself?"
"Well have you been sleeping?"
"Not well." He answered honestly pushing the button for their floor.
"I don't know what to tell you. You can try to take some vitamins that will help you, but I wouldn't take anything more then normal ones. You don't want to get used to them." She told him. "Is that why you've been sort of sluggish lately?"
"Yeah. I went home and when I came back it was just there. Whatever it is." He said.
"Is it something you want to talk about? Maybe that will help you?" she said as they moved from the elevator and down the hall towards their rooms.
"No. I think I'll be fine. I know I'll be fine." He said to her. He watched as she tried to open her door again and was shocked when she got it on the first try.
"Well I'll be. I was expecting to have to beg you to open my door again." She laughed. He smiled.
"He wanna watch a movie or something? I'm sure there's got to be something good on cable."
"Sure. Wanna watch in my room or in yours?" she replied.
"We can watch in mine. That way the bill goes to me and not you."
"Okay then, let me change my clothes and I'll be over." She said walking in her room. He moved to unlock his door and grabbed his mesh shorts from his bag on the floor. He walked into the bathroom and quickly changed and walked back out and sat on his bed in only the shorts. He had left the door slightly opened so she just had to walk in, and sure enough a few minutes later she poked her head around the door.
"Safe to walk in?" she asked.
"Yep all clear." He replied. He looked over his shoulder and watched as she walked closer to his bed. He noticed she had scrubbed her face clean of make up, and brushed her hair down. She was wearing scrub style pants, which looked way too big on her and a tank top. It was quite possibly the most unattractive night clothes he had seen, but for some reason his body didn't seem to understand that. She moved to lie next to him on his bed and grabbed the remote from his hands. He watched as she found the guide on TV and asked him what he wanted to watch. He told her he didn't care and she turned on some action movie, which shocked him more.
"You sure you wanna watch this?" he asked.
"Of course. I like action movies. I wouldn't have turned it on if I didn't." she smiled. The rest of the night they laid side by side watching a couple of movies before falling asleep. Randy had woken up and moved to the head of the bed so he could slide under the covers. He thought about waking Jessa up so she could leave and sleep in her own bed, but she looked so peaceful, he decided to just move her up to the head of the bed and placed her under the blanket before crawling in beside her and going back to sleep.
