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Summary: Randy Orton has a job to do, to make it to his high school reunion with his heart in tact. Will he make it to the end of the night? Or will a most unlikely woman step into the scene and take it away?
Authors Notes: Another update for this one today, I hope you all like it and it has been quite the ride for this story, two years in the making. It will be nearing its end soon so be on the lookout for more updates before the weekend comes.
He sat at the bar, nursing his drink, going over the nights events and just what had gone wrong. What had that woman been doing there and coming on to him no less? Why had she lied and said she was an old girlfriend when she hadn't been anything remotely close? Why had she chosen him and just what had she hoped to gain by doing what she did?
All of these questions kept swirling through his mind and all he wanted to do right now was shut them off. Trish had had every right to walk out on him after that woman had placed her lips on his. All he had smelled off of her was stale cigarettes and beer and the thought of it now made him sick. He flashed back to the first time he had kissed Trish and how she had tasted like strawberries and cream. Come to think of it, she always smelled like that so why shouldn't she taste that sweet too?
God he had really messed everything up this time. He knew he shouldn't be sitting at the bar and he should be going to her and making everything right before he went back home to his reunion tomorrow. He knew instantly that she was no longer going to want to go with him and that every stupid thing he had ever done didn't compare to the way he felt right now. He had the perfect girl to go home with, to even show to his parents, and he had ruined it all.
No she had ruined it all. That stupid blond woman who called herself Savannah. Just as he was about to find out what the hell her game was, she had taken off from the restaurant and he couldn't figure it out. Now that he was alone and she was witnessed Trish running out on him, shouldn't she have stayed? Wasn't that the whole idea.
His cell phone rang then, and fishing it out of his pocket, he noticed the familiar ring tone and knew instantly that the night wouldn't get any worse then it already had. He looked at the phone, debating whether or not to turn the damn thing off and never pick it up again but he knew he would catch hell if he did. If anything he knew the caller on the other end of the phone would not give up.
"What do you want Paul?" he asked, bitterness seething from his voice.
"I just wanted to check in and see if you're ready for your reunion tomorrow buddy. I know you aren't looking forward to it."
Just what the hell was Paul trying to get at? He had warned Randy about getting involved with Trish and when he had found out that he was indeed going to take her to the reunion he had blown a blood vessel in his head. Just why would he be calling right now? To bother him some more about his now broken plans for tomorrow night?
"I think I'm not even going to go." he choked out, anger still fuming underneath the mask of pain.
"Why would you do that Randy, you made plans to go back home and deal with it. Aren't you taking Trish anymore?"
The minute he uttered Trish's name and the venom he normally had when saying her name was no longer there, he knew instantly what had happened. He opened his eyes wider as it all hit him. He knew why he recognized the woman who had been in his lap earlier. It was because she had been one of Paul's whores when they had all gotten together as Evolution. She hadn't made the cut and stuck around for the long haul but he suddenly remembered her and why she hadn't made it. The same smell that lingered on her then still had now.
"I can't believe you, you sick son of a bitch." he yelled into the phone, not caring who heard him and not caring if he got kicked out of the restaurant. Without his date there, he didn't care about anything he did anymore.
"Randy what the hell is going on with you? Are you drinking?" Paul said, innocently as possible, not wanting to let on that he had the slightest idea what had gotten into his friend.
"Oh you know what has gotten into me you asshole. You set this whole thing up didn't you? I bet you were watching as she ran out of the restaurant on me. God Paul, I knew you hated her, but to do this and to me of all people? I can't believe you would go that low."
He waited with baited breath for his so called friend to comment on what he had said and when no response came, he knew he had hit his target right on. Paul had been a many things to him over the years, but he had never done anything like this to their friendship.
"Just what were you hoping to gain man?"
"That slut has no business being with one of us."
"That isn't your God Damned decision to make Paul. In case you have forgotten I run my own damn life. So thank you so much for putting your nose in where it didn't belong yet again and ruining my reunion and my time off. Consider me out of Evolution as soon as I get back to work. You are going to pay for this."
He slammed the phone closed then and threw some cash on the center of the bar. He knew now what he had to do, he only hoped it wasn't too late for her to hear him out.
I told you he wasn't interested in you for anything other then a good roll in the hay. You shouldn't have gone out with him tonight. He made a fool of you and you deserved it.
For the past hour her brain had been saying variations of the same comments over and over again and despite trying to rest and even making a tea to fall asleep, nothing seemed to help shut them off. They did have a point though, she had warned herself away from him and hadn't listened. So she deserved exactly how she felt at that moment.
Staring out the back door of her kitchen into the barely there yard she was having installed, she looked up at the moon. In all its brightness she had hoped to be kissing Randy in its glow tonight and instead she found herself alone and trying to sleep in her home.
Just how stupid was she? Thinking that she would mean anything to any one other then her family other then a roll in the hay. She had come to expect that of all of the wrestlers on the roster, but had been changed in her opinions by Randy.
She closed her eyes and pictured the woman in the restaurant, her breasts plastered as close to Randy's face as they could get. Her lips entangled in his and her arms wrapped around his neck. God the thought of it was making her sick but she couldn't put it out of her mind for one second. All she kept replaying was the woman admitting to being his girlfriend and having been invited there by Randy himself.
Jesus she had been taken for a ride alright, and she should have known better. He was the playboy of the WWE. The one that thought he could get away with anything and still keep his main event stature. It made her sick to think that if Randy had wanted to come in with her tonight she might have even slept with him. She really had fallen for the man, and ever single movement he made or said only made her fall more so.
You need to stop putting your heart on the line when you go out with someone.
She almost wanted to laugh and cry at the same time as her mind again shot out another true comment. She had put her heart on the line with Randy more then anyone before him because she had believed him to be different the rest. How completely wrong she had been. Now she could only imagine what the people in the locker room would think of her once she returned next week.
He was going to make sure this was all over the locker room and ruin her even more then she had been the last couple of years with Paul and Shawn. Another guy she had liked and had it fail. She hadn't told anyone that she had really liked Shawn, not even the man himself, but when he had gotten married, she had put it behind her. Too bad the two men hadn't. Paul had made sure that her name was spread all over the locker room as the slut who put out on the first date.
Sure she had slept with Shawn, the one time, but it was because she felt a connection and thought he had too. Too bad he hadn't and they hadn't really talked since. Even though he had claimed to change in that time, she knew that a leopard really never did totally change. Case in point was Randy Orton.
The knock came then, shaking her to the core and making her stomach drop down, she was sure to the floor.
Just who would be coming by here now? It surely wouldn't be Randy, who was probably off getting his jollies with that whore from the restaurant.
She opened the door, baseball bat in hand, and saw the face of the one man she hadn't figured would come here tonight. His face was downcast, stubble already starting to kick in from five o'clock shadow way past time, and he looked as if he had been drinking. The smell just radiated off him.
"You can use that bat on me if you want but all I want is five minutes of your time."
Feeling badly that he was looking so sick looking, she tossed the bat back behind the door and motioned for him to come in. Call it her good nature but she always did want to fix the puppies that needed fixing.
"You've got five minutes to tell me whatever it is you have to tell me and then I want you out of here. I want you to leave town and never come back, at least not to my house."
Randy sat down and looked up at her. How was he going to make her believe him and what he had found out?
"What happened tonight, you have to believe me when I tell you that I didn't know who the hell that was that kissed me. I mean I didn't want her to kiss me and had no idea she was going to do it. She did it for your benefit, because she was probably paid to do it. I would never have asked an old girlfriend to come with me when I was on a date with another woman. A woman I happen to respect a lot more then I respect myself right now."
Trish took it all in, everything he was saying and immediately she wondered how much of what he was telling her was the truth. He had been known to lie in the past, but there was a part of her, most likely her heart that wanted to believe him.
"Well who paid her and why would they want to do that?"
"Think for a second for me. Who called you and threatened you away from me the other night? Who wants me to go alone to my reunion or to take some slut I can bang and then come back to work from? Who wants us both unhappy the most out of everyone we collectively know?"
It hit her then, the one person that hated her and wanted her out of the WWE more then anything. And he had certainly tried to get her out too. But it had never worked and now he was going about it in a different way. He knew that the only way to get her to back off Randy was to make him look like he was cheating on her even though they weren't officially together. Paul Levesque had set the whole damn thing up.
"I can't believe it."
He swallowed hard, and spoke again, truly disgusted and wanting to be anywhere but here explaining away a bad incident. He wanted to be here with her and making love with her, whispering how much he loved her so that she would never doubt it again. Hell he even wanted to marry this girl. Not be talking about this.
"It's true, he called me earlier and without realizing it, gave himself away."
She sat down beside him on the sofa then, and she lightly placed her hand on his leg. She should have known something like this would happen but in her fear of not being what Randy needed, she had been blinded to the onset of it. She knew Paul hated her and would stop at nothing. Instead of hearing him out back at the restaurant, she had run out and now he was sitting here, probably pissed drunk and feeling horrible.
"I'm sorry Randy, I should have figured you wouldn't have done that."
"Well I am the Playboy of the WWE right so why would you believe anything else?"
She knew the reason she wanted to give here, but she knew it might not come out right and it didn't seem appropriate to put her heart out there and have him return it to her smashed. She gulped down some air, and wrapped her arms around Randy in a hug.
"What are we going to do now?" she choked out, wanting to know if she was still his date for the reunion despite judging him the way she had.
"We are going to go home, I am going to show you off the way you deserve to be and then when we get home, we're going to deal with Paul together."
He pulled away from her then and looked her deep in the eyes. He had never felt anything like what he felt for this woman now, and if he stopped breathing tomorrow he knew he would die a happy man because he had gotten to know her and was shown a piece of her heart.
He touched her cheek gently and moved his lips in, grazing hers. She instantly wrapped her arms around his body and kissed him back with as much passion as she could. She wanted this, whether he was drunk or not, and she knew that when she awoke in the morning, it would be beside the man she loved.