Sorry I haven't updated in a while, huge fight with a friend and lets just say 'Heidi' my laptop has gone to a better place lol
Also been a bit ill but im out of hospital now and feeling much better, so on with the show. Was going to divide this into 2 chapter but decided that any loyal reader out there (...tumbleweed blows by...) deserve a good size chapter......so here ya go.
Thank you to every1 that has reviewed much appreciated.
You know the drill please read and review i appreciate all ur lovely comments and even any not to lovely ones.
Mia xx
Title - Just Another Notch Summary - He's a lothario, a 'lady killer' but suddenly a string of conquests isn't enough for him anymore. He has set his sights on her hoping it will put an end to his obsession with her. Pairing / Characters - Randy Orton/Lita (For now). John Cena, Chris Jericho, Trish Stratus, Victoria, etc etc Authors Notes - This is my very first fic (Yes im a Fic Virgin) so please please let me know what you think. No particular time line. I tend to ignore all story lines too unless i state other wise. Disclaimer - I own nothing but a dog, an electric guitar, a now shattered laptop and a TV. A/N Sorry in advance to any blonde reading this. I am blonde myself but i just couldn't help myself.
Chapter 4 - A Blonde Moment & A Declaration
That Night…
At the arena
Upon entering the backstage area of the arena where RAW would be taking place Randy sighed.
The third generation superstar ran a hand through his short dark hair as he made his way through the crowds of people filling the halls of the arena.
Trying to avoid eye contact with anyone he kept walking with his head lowered, looking at the ground beneath his feet.
He was tired, stressed and had a headache, he was in no mood to make small talk with any member of the human race.
Clutching his bag over his right shoulder he continued down the long corridor heading straight to his locker room. Just as he reached the room, taking the handle in his hand he stopped.
Turning his head to the left he couldn't help but give a small smile.
Standing arms folded in front of her, leaning back against the wall of the corridor was Lita.
The one woman he couldn't get off his mind. His eyes skimmed over her appearance.
She was dressed in street clothes, a pair of figure hugging, dark blue jeans with a black studded belt, a black customised t-shirt with the word 'Rebel' written in silver studs across her chest.
It was cut up in all the right places, across her shoulders showing off her infamous tattoo, and showing a bare midriff.
Her face was free from any make-up, just the way her liked her, her natural beauty shining through no need for all that crap the make-up artist painted onto her pretty face each and every week.
Randy took in every inch of her, she took his breath away.
She was standing outside the Divas locker room with Chris Jericho, laughing, she looked so relaxed. She shifted slightly swapping her feet over as she still casually leaned.
Suddenly she looked over at him, still facing the tall blonde but never the less, she was looking at him. He met her gaze, he hazel eyes, so dark and beautiful, but there was something about them.
They say a persons eyes are the window to their soul, but if that were true hers had their shutters up.
Jericho laughed and she returned her gaze to him joining his laughter.
Randy looked back at the locker room door he still had a hold of, realising he had been standing in his current position for more than 5 minutes he opened the locker room door and entered.
Not before having one last glance at the red headed diva.
Arriving at the arena Lita glanced in the rear view mirror of her rental car.
'God I look awful' She thought to herself as she took in her reflection. She had no make-up on at all, she felt naked.
She had lost track of time that morning when she was in the shower only stirring when Trish hand banged on the door. She'd been in there for more than an hour lost in her own thoughts.
With that little slip up things still didn't go her way. She couldn't find her hair dryer and after searching for a good 25 minutes she gave up defeated. Choosing instead to go and borrow another divas.
Trish deciding to go on ahead of her. As she was running late she'd had no time for breakfast let alone to apply her make-up.
'Damn Randy Orton' She thought.
'Why am I even damning him?
Why am I even thinking about that Neanderthal?
Stop thinking about him…Stop it….LITA STOP THINKING ABOUT RANDY BLOODY ORTON!!' She scolded herself.
Shaking her head she gathered all her stuff, got out of the car and made her way into the arena.
Walking the crowded halls, she sent small smiles to everyone who greeted her.
Making her way to the Divas locker room she reached the door, took a breath and entered knowing full well what was about to happen.
"LI!!" Shrieked the raven haired woman.
Lita smiled as the other diva gathered her up into a hug.
"Hey Vic, what's up?" she raised an eyebrow at her friend's cheerfulness.
"Wait until you hear what happened last night it was hilarious Jerky -" The raven haired diva was cut off
"Vic, she was there." The small blonde stated looking at her friend amusingly
"Oh yeah, sorry Li" Victoria replied still smiling
Lita approached her blonde friend still looking in the direction of the door where the dark haired former women's champ was exiting.
"What was that all about?" The redhead asked a smile playing on her lips
"Ignore her she was just having a blonde moment!" The Canadian replied shaking her head.
"Trish she's brunette not blonde, is the peroxide seeping into your brain?"
Sending her best friend a glare, Trish shrugged
"Hey I resent that. And she could be a natural blonde, what is they say about blondes who dye their hair dark?"
"Artificial Intelligence." The redhead chimed in. "Trish honey, you've been listening to one to many John Cena jokes."
Knock, Knock, knock
The sound causing both the redhead and the blonde to stop their light hearted insulting of the raven haired diva.
"I'll get it." The redhead stated heading for the door.
"okay Li, we've got a match tonight I'm going to get ready, see ya."
Opening the door the redheaded former women's champion was greeted with the puppy dog eyes of one very embarrassed Chris Jericho.
Stepping out into the corridor Lita offered a warm smile to her friend.
"Oh Li!" He sighed
"Hey you, what's up?" She asked crossing her arms.
"Last night, Oh my god how am I ever going to live it down?!" The tall Canadian said crossing his arms in front of him.
"Oh yeah" She tried to hide the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as the memory came to her mind.
"Don't laugh it wasn't funny, ya know you should have protected me, you know how carried away I get when the alcohol is flowing!" He stated pointing an accusing finger at the redhead
"So technically its your fault, I blame you!"
The red head leaned back on the wall smiling. It was the same thing every time he did something stupid.
The time he vomited all over the inside of a cab - it was her fault for not covering his mouth.
The time he stripped in the middle of a busy Detroit street and got cautioned by the police - it was her fault for not keeping his pants on him.
Chris Jericho never took responsibility for anything that happened to him, especially if it was embarrassing.
He continued to ramble on about how she should have done something, she wasn't paying that much attention.
A hand waved in front of her face, causing her to shake her head and meet the gaze of the tall blonde in front of her again.
"You weren't listening were you?" He asked
She shook her head and smiled
"Nope"
He sighed
"Okay I'll forgive you this time because I just can't stay made at your pretty little face…"
He said in a baby voice taking her face in between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing her cheeks.
"…But please, Please don't let me drink again."
"Chris I am not your keeper if you don't want to drink then don't, simple as that."
"Fine I hereby declare that the sexy beast himself, the ayatollah of rock and roll-a, Y2J, Chris Jericho will remain sober from here on out!" He declared in a loud, self righteous tone.
Lita laughed, "Good, so you won't be joining us tonight I take it?"
"Shh… Lita you interrupted me, as I was saying" He cleared his throat, "I will remain sober from here on out…starting tomorrow!"
The redhead rolled her eyes "Yeah Chris, sure you will." The sarcasm dripping from her words.
Jericho then began to tell her every little detail of what happened to him from the moment left the club right up until he knocked on the locker room door.
Forgetting she was in the cab with him, she let him continue on with his story, laughing when he mentioned how he dreamt he was in bed laying beside Pamela Anderson when he woke up cuddling the toilet bowl.
Suddenly feeling very uncomfortable, she caught a shadow out of the corner of her eye, glancing up she noticed a certain dark haired superstar standing at the end of the corridor, burning a hole though her.
Her eyes met his, she got lost in his deep, blue orbs. Still feeling uncomfortable she shifted slightly, still facing the blonde Canadian but looking at the other man discreetly.
Hearing Chris laugh, she snapped out of her thoughts and looking him in the eye, gave a small laugh - pretending she had been listening.
Glancing back up in the direction she had seen the other man, he was gone, her eyes scanned the surrounding area but he was nowhere to be seen.
Meeting the gaze of the blonde Canadian again she thought to herself.
'Was he staring at me?
Yes he definitely was…but…why?
Why on earth was Randy Orton staring at me?'
Thank you for reading i hope to update soon. Oh btw sorry for my little rant at the start of this chatper.
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Mia xx