Stay Away

He inched his head closer to mine, his lips now barely a centimeter away. My next breath caught in my throat. I was completely unaware of my surroundings. I hoped nobody was watching this. Even if they were though, would it even matter?

The answer to that was always yes. Of course I would care. Of course it would matter. I barely knew this guy, for all I knew he could end up breaking my heart, just like Randy had.

And at the thought of Randy, reality came crashing down. My eyes flew open, though I never even remembered closing them in the first place. It took all the strength I could muster, but I managed place my hands against his chest and push him away. I took a quick intake of breath, after being deprived of it for so long. I stood there, gasping, and shaking my head lightly for what seemed like hours. My lightheadedness slowly subsiding.

I looked up at him. He looked as shocked as I was about what had just happened. Or what didn't happen, in this case.

I slid my fingers through my hair, letting it fall back into my face as I pulled them back out. I averted my gaze to the floor. I was confused. What had just happened? Why was I feeling like this? I was almost disappointed that it didn't happen, but I didn't know why. Looks like my 'Things I just don't understand' list just got longer.

I heard him clear his throat awkwardly, as if to make sure his presence was still known. I glanced back up at him.

"I have to go," I was breathless, and it almost sounded like I was going to upchuck. I felt like I could, becoming aware of the uneasiness in my stomach. I started to back away from him, I could only hope I didn't trip again. I wanted to tell him I had fun, but it didn't seem like the time to do that. I turned around, stumbling to my door.

I heard the distant sound of the elevator ding, and the doors slid open. I heard him enter it, and then they closed again.

I knew exactly what I was scared of now, I could deny it no longer. I was afraid of the feelings I was starting to develop for him. What were those feelings anyway? Oh, look, another thing added to this list. How many things is that now?

My fingers wrapped around the cold metal of the door knob. I took a deep breath before opening the door. For some odd reason I felt nervous. I pushed the door open and, as soon as I heard the click signaling it was closed, I slumped against it. I sunk to the floor, my face in my hands, but I instantly tensed when I heard some shuffling in front of me.

"Where have you been?" I looked up to see Maryse staring at me.

I sat there dumbfounded, "What are you doing here?"

"I asked you a question first?" She smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"I've been out." I stood up and stalked over to take a seat beside her on the bed.

I felt the bed shift under my weight, and it bounced again when she flipped over to lay on her stomach. "Well, what were you doing out?"

I shrugged, "Stuff." I threw myself back on the bed, flailing my arms out beside me. I managed to slap her in the process and she let out a loud squeak. "Sorry," I mumbled.

She brushed it off, "Well, fine, don't tell me," She got up off the bed and walked across the room. Once she reached the doorknob she turned back to me, "But when you need a ride to the airport in the morning, don't come running to me."

I sprung up off the bed, "That's not fair."

She smirked. She had found the way she was going to get me to spill it. "Sweetheart, life's not fair."

I cringed, I hated it when she called me that. She was only 4 years older than me, and she made it seem like I was a baby compared to her. Granted, four years is a long time apart, but I was just as mature as she was. Through clenched teeth, "You know I hate it when you call me that."

"Oh, do you now?" She walked back over to me, "Well, sweetie, I suggest you tell me what you were out doing?" She gave me a quizzical expression, and I knew she wasn't going to leave -or stop calling me sweetie, sweetheart, or any other name- until I told her.

"Fine," I muttered under my breath. The rest of the night I went on to tell her about the day's events, skipping the encounter in the hallway -she didn't need to know about that- and when I was done, I folded my hands in my lap and sat there.

She let out a huff. "Jealous?" I smirked.

"Your day was so much more eventful than mine. I had to sit in a chair all effing day. You actually got to do something," She glanced over at me, taking in my amused expression. "It's not funny."

I don't know why I found it funny, but I did. I started laughing and pretty soon, she joined me. We must have sat there for about five minutes laughing together. We still weren't sure what we were laughing at.

Maryse stayed the night with me in my hotel room, and we gossiped about pointless things. She finally told me about her encounter with Mike the week before. I was a little disappointed in what she told me, she left out a lot of the details -not that I wanted them anyway-. Maryse just doesn't usually leave out things like that. She usually bragged about all the men she gets with, but I guess Mike wasn't worth bragging about. Poor Mike.

I'm not sure what time we finally went to bed, but when I woke up in the morning Maryse was in the floor. I didn't bother to wake her up, it was too early to get up anyway.


I was usually an unlucky person, never had anything usually good come out of a plane ride. But as I sat there, the plane about ready to take off, no one had claimed the seat next to me. I couldn't help but let a smile play upon my lips.

Though I usually sat by Maryse, she had opted to sit first class, while I hadn't. She was superficial like that.

I grabbed my I-pod from my carry-on bag and leaned back. My finger was hovering above the play button, and just before I managed to press it,

"You have got to be kidding…"

My eyes darted sideways. My eyes came to stop, and my body tensed.

Ted Dibiase.

I darted my eyes forward meeting the gaze of two very confused Bella twins. I wasn't sure which one it was - I thought it was Nikki- that motioned to the empty seat beside her. No sooner had she done it, the stewardess' called over the intercom for everyone to buckle there seatbelts.

Ted still stood there, "I'm not sitting by you." His eyes darted around, trying to spot an empty seat.

"Good, cause I don't want to sit with you either."

A flight attendant came by to stroll down the isles, and called out for Ted to sit down. I sighed. This day just went from mediocre to completely horrible.

I glanced back over to the Bella's they were mouthing the words sorry to me, but its not like it will actually help the situation any.

"Well, since I have to sit with you…" He reached his hand over and grabbed my leg, I slapped it away almost instantly. "What? You'll give it to Randy, but not to me," He smirked in my direction.

I breathed a smile onto my face. "Sounds about right to me, Ted."

His expression faltered. "Well, you're still a slut."

Was that the best comeback he could come up with? "How about we just.. Not talk to each other." I gave him a bitchy smile.

"Maybe I want to talk to you?" He glanced at me, seeing my expression and smirking. Was that smirk, like, permanent or something? It was always plastered on his face.

I stayed silent, deciding to listen to music. I had gotten halfway through the first song, when a sudden pain shot through my ears as my ear buds were ripped from them.

"What the hell?" I whispered irritably.

"I said I wanted to talk to you,"

"And I said I didn't want to talk to you," I glared at him snatching my ear buds away.

He returned the glare, and a stare down ensued between us. But of course I won -I always won- he started to blink rapidly.

"Gosh, you're such a whore."

An all-too-sweet sarcastic sigh escaped my lips, "You know," I eyed him carefully "Ted." I emphasized his name, "I've always wanted to know why if a girl sleeps with a guy -just one guy- and she's labeled a whore. Yet, you can sleep with a million girls, and be considered 'cool'."

He refused to look me directly in the eye, and I knew I had gotten to him.

"The way I see it is that you're jealous that I did something with Randy that I would never do with you." I emphasized my last word by poking him this chest.

"You now nothing about me, or how I spend my nights." His face no longer had his famous smirk placed upon it, it had been replaced by a sneer that ruined his once handsome features.

I shrugged indifferently, "No, I guess I don't," I paused for dramatic effect, "But considering your head is shoved so far up Randy's ass, one can only guess that you do everything he does." I smirked.

"You know nothing about any of us," He snarled at me.

"I know things about Cody," I objected.

His face turned from a snarl, to an unreadable expression almost instantly. "No, you don't," He paused, "And besides I thought I told you to stay away from him?"

So, I guess I had been right that he had been talking about Cody when he had told me to stay away.

I yawned, shrugging nonchalantly, "You're not the boss of me."

"Maybe not," He paused again, staring at me dauntingly, "But you have no idea what's coming for you if you don't stay away from him."

He unbuckled his seatbelt, stood up, and walked in the direction of the bathrooms.

I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. His words repeating themselves over and over in my head.

"You have no idea what's coming for you if you don't stay away from him."

What was that supposed to mean?

It meant consequences.

It meant he was threatening me.

It meant I wasn't going to take any chances.

It meant I was going to stay away from Cody Rhodes.


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