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Author's Note: Here is chapter 11! And I do say it's probably been a loooooooong time since I've updated this story but it kind of fell back into the shadows as I got into other things and that I didn't have very many ideas as to where I wanted this story to go but guess what?! I have it all mapped out in my mind! Thanks to my weird sleeping hours and that I think WAY too much before I can even fall asleep. I have a feeling that when Dom (Mizzpoet) reads this, she's going to bite my head off and then try to kill me for NOT updating It's Just Sex, Right? AND for the Cliffhanger ending to this chapter. But Dom, I promise you, Chapter 3 is going to be mainly a Randy/Brooklyn interaction (keep your mind outta the gutter, he's married in the story). This chapter is dedicated to everybody that reviewed Chapter 10. I really appreciate it. Thanks for your reviews! Another thing that I should mention is that I'm taking One-Shot story requests. Go to my homepage and read the rules to it and then post it in my forums. K? K...now I'll let you get onto the story. Read and Review, please. Enjoy
-Regular (Haylie's) POV-
I woke up and I was naked which meant I had sex the night before. I didn't remember anything though. I could piece things together so I lied in the bed, thinking then I sat up, holding the sheet tightly around my body and looked around the room. I noticed my things, Aiden's things, and Randy's things. My eyes widened a little. I slept with Randy Orton. I screamed.
I watched Randy walk into the room with a shamefully guilty look on his handsome face. My eyes narrowed; he remembered.
"You knew what was happening!" I screamed at him.
I was being a little irrational but wouldn't you be a little bit mad if history repeated itself? I think you would too.
"Haylie, come on! You wanted it!" he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I was drunk, I want anybody that has a dick and that I'm attracted to," I said, rolling my eyes at him as I wrapped the sheet around me and got out of the bed.
"Haylie, you're my best friend! I wouldn't do something that you didn't tell me to do!" he said, loudly.
I scoffed a little as I pulled on a bra and matching boyshorts. I didn't bother trying to cover my body parts as he has all ready seen them anyways. I grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on as I stood in my bra. I buttoned them and pulled the zipper up. I knew Randy was watching me. I grabbed a
black shirt that was v-necked and short sleeved. It had a hot pink design on the stomache of it. I pulled it on and pulled my hair out from the back of it.
"You wouldn't do anything that I didn't tell you to? Bullshit, Randy," I said, as I packed mine and Aiden's things.
"What are you doing, Haylie?" he asked, taking a few steps forward.
"Gathering mine and Aiden's things," I told him in a huff.
"What? Why?" he said, grabbing my arm.
"Because, Randy. I can't keep doing this—this shit cannot keep happening between us and you just take advantage off it for just some stupid booty call," I snapped at him.
I walked into the bathroom. I grabbed my toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it and brushed my teeth, quickly. Screw the whole 'brush your teeth for two minutes' shit, I was in a hurry. I grabbed my toothbrush and everything else that I kept in the bathroom and walked into the other room and threw it into a suitcase.
"You're leaving me?!" he asked, bewildered at the idea.
I rolled my eyes at him. He honestly couldn't be that stupid but then again he was asking a pretty obvious question.
"Yes, Randy, I'm taking Aiden back to St. Louis so that he can retain a somewhat normal life," I snapped at Randy.
"So what you're just going to take my son away from me?" Randy asked me, grabbing my arm.
"Randy, you can come see him whenever you like, I don't care but I am not going to continue to let you use me for simple sex," I said, as I gathered my suitcases.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Haylie? You are not simple sex; you're my best friend and I would never use you!" he said, loudly.
"You've done it twice now, Orton," I said as I pulled the door open and stepped out into the hallway.
"You wanted me last night, Haylie; it wasn't the other way around until you pulled me on top of you," Randy said.
"It doesn't matter if I wanted it, Orton! You should have fucking thought about what it would do to our friendship and kept that fucking thing in your fucking pants!" I shouted at him.
I was in the hallway now and we were both shouting at each other. He was now pissed at me and I was pissed at him.
"Well sorry for going to the bar to drink with you and then give into your fucking pleading," he shouted back at me.
"Well I'm sorry for being a drunken slut!" I yelled at him.
"I'm sorry too!" he yelled back at me and slammed the door shut.
I glared at the doorway and made my way down to Jeff's hotel room. I found it with ease and knocked on the door. Tears had managed to fall down my face in the process. I wasn't sad; I cry when I get mad. Jeff opened the door wearing a pair of jeans and one of his wrestling t-shirts.
"Haylie, are you okay?" he asked as he saw my tear stained face.
"I'm fine, where's Aiden?" I asked him.
"He's still asleep," Jeff told me and then saw my bags. "Come in and wait for him to wake up."
Jeff helped me with my bags then sat with me on the couch. He pulled me into a hug and I started to cry against his shoulder. He rubbed my back.
"What happened, Hails?" he asked.
"Randy and I did it again and I was purely drunk and he knew what it would do to our relationship and he still went ahead and did it! Then we got in a fight this morning about it and he called me a slut," I said, sitting up right.
Jeff leaned in and wiped my tears away with his thumb. He looked into my eyes and cracked one of his handsome smiles.
"It'll be okay, Hails; don't leave," Jeff said, still looking into my eyes.
"Jeff, I just think it'd be best for Aiden and I if we went back home for awhile," I sniffled as I wiped my own face with the back of my hand.
"I'll sure as hell miss you," Jeff said, pulling me into another hug.
I hugged him back. I was going to miss Jeff too and I knew Aiden would as well but Aiden would also miss Randy. Those two were like two peas in a pod.
"You can always come visit us, Jeff and you're welcome to stay at my apartment when RAW comes to St. Louis," I said with a smile on my face.
"Well a week from Tuesday, I have the day off, I'll fly out to see you and Little Orton, okay?" he asked.
"Okay, I'm looking forward to it all ready and I haven't even left yet," I said with a small giggle.
-Three Hours Later Randy's POV-
I was late running after her and Aiden. I thought she would have still been in Jeff's room nearly three hours later so I ran down to his room and basically knocked the door down to see Jeff watching tv; alone.
"Where is she?" I panted out of breath.
"She's on a plane back home," Jeff said, calmly.
"What? Why didn't you stop her?" I asked.
"Because your dumb ass screwed things up again," Jeff said still watching his damn tv.
I sighed and sat next to him on the couch. He was right and I also didn't help the situation by agreeing with her when she called herself a drunken slut. I rubbed my temples with my fingers thinking about what I've done.
"Why do I always screw things up?" I asked Jeff.
"Because you're Randy Orton, the King of Screw Ups," Jeff chuckled to himself.
I threw a pillow at him. Maybe I was the King of Screw Ups but my friend shouldn't agree with that or even tell me that.
"I don't screw up all the time," I muttered to myself.
"How many times has Haylie walked out of your life?" Jeff asked, looking at me.
"Twice now," I grumbled.
"I think my point's been proven," he said getting up. "Now get up, we're going somewhere for lunch and we can get Shawn and Trips to go with us."
"I don't want them to go; they'll just tell me how big of a screw up I am," I whined as I got up.
"Oh bullshit, quit your whining like a little baby and get to moving," Jeff demanded.
"You're worse than Haylie," I smirked before walking out of his hotel room.
Jeff and I walked down the hallway of the hotel until we came to the room that Trips and Shawn were staying in. I knocked three times before waiting for one of them to open the door. Shawn opened the door. He saw Jeff and I then looked around for Haylie and Aiden.
"Where are Little Orton and Haylie?" Shawn asked.
I grumbled to myself. If Shawn wasn't Haylie's favorite wrestler, she would have never become instant friends with him and then I wouldn't be dealing with the situation right now.
"Yeah, where are they?" Paul asked, stepping out into the hallway.
"They went home," I mumbled.
"What?" Paul asked, frowning.
"They went home; Haylie and I got in a fight and she left," I said, louder.
Shawn gave me a look then looked to Jeff. Jeff just shrugged and nodded his head. I bit my bottom lip and looked at both of them. If this was a wrestling ring, I'd probably be dead about now.
Both of them protected Haylie for reasons unknown. Damn her for being so damned charming. Damn me for actually having sex with her.
"Orton, you fucked up again didn't you?" Paul asked.
"Language, Paul," Shawn reminded Paul to watch his language.
"Sorry, Shawn; I forgot that your virgin ears couldn't handle harsh language," Paul said.
Shawn rolled his eyes before look back at me.
"Yes, I messed up again," I sighed.
"Leave the man alone and let's go eat lunch," Jeff said, distracting them from my mistake.
Shawn, Paul, Jeff, and I walked down to the lobby and out to Shawn's rental car. We decided it was better if he drove so that Paul, Jeff, and I could drink. We all knew that Shawn wouldn't drink. We went to Buffalo Wild Wings to eat lunch. Paul, Jeff, and I each order a beer while Shawn ordered a Pepsi. It was about an hour and a half later before the conversation really started to pick up.
"So what'd you do to Haylie?" Paul asked.
"We um…had fun and she blamed it all on me and said it was my entire fault that she wanted it," I said after having a few beers.
"She said that it was your fault that she wanted to have sex?" Paul asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah and she blatantly told me to do it," I said.
Normally I wouldn't have been telling this to Paul of all people but the alcohol is getting to me all ready.
"Now that's not right," Paul said.
"I know! I'm so over her about now. The dumb bitch couldn't even recognize the truth even if it was in front of her face," I blurted out.
Jeff glared at me and Shawn did as well. I was drinking too much and had had a few shots of tequila and vodka. It was only half past noon and I was getting trashed all ready. I should probably slow down and save some room for tonight.
"I think it's time to go," Shawn said, standing up.
We each placed some money on the table and with Jeff's help; I walked out to Shawn's car. Paul laughed at me. He was in better shape than I was because he didn't do as many shots as I had done.
"Dude, you need to slow done when you drink," Jeff mumbled when we got back to the hotel.
"What for? I have no child to care for anymore," I spat out as he helped me to my hotel room.
Jeff rolled his eyes at me and unlocked the door to my hotel room. He watched me lie down on the couch, ready to go to sleep.
"Randy, you are one fucked up man. You may be my friend but Haylie's your best friend and just because she left that doesn't mean you can talk about her like she's one of your flings," Jeff said but I was all ready asleep.
I heard the door slam shut as I slept. I didn't care if Jeff was mad about how I acted because in all honesty it was how I felt.
-Haylie's POV-
I walked into my apartment with Aiden's hand safely in mine. I dropped our bags on the floor and looked down at my beautiful son. I knelt down to be eye level to him.
"You understand why we had to come back right?" I asked, taking his face between my hands.
"Yeah, mommy, I need to go back to school," he said, nodding his head.
I smiled and pushed his brown hair away from his forehead and kissed it. I picked up my suitcase and walked into my room and started to unpack. I sighed when I came across a picture of Randy and me. I closed my eyes before tossing it onto the floor as I put away my clothes. After I finished putting my clothes away, I walked out into the living room to see Aiden watching SpongeBob Squarepants. I smiled. That was his and Randy's favorite thing to do.
"Having fun, baby?" I asked him, ruffling his hair as I walked into the kitchen
"Yeah, mommy," he called to me, not tearing his eyes away from the tv screen.
I smiled as I poured myself a glass of water. I took a drink as I looked at Aiden. He had to be tired and if he lied down and watched Spongebob for a little while, he would fall asleep. I set the glass down on the counter and sighed. I began to think what I was going to do without taking care of Randy as well as Aiden. Randy had begun to be such a prominent fixture in mine and Aiden's life over the past couple of weeks and now without him in it; it might be hard to adjust. I jumped a little as my cell phone went off. I picked up and saw Shawn's name flashing across the screen.
"Hey, Shawn," I said with a smile on my face.
"Haylie, you left without telling me goodbye," Shawn pouted through the other end of the phone.
"I know and I'm sorry, Shawn but I had to leave, I couldn't stay there any longer," I explained to him.
"You could have told Paul and I goodbye and let us see Little Orton," he whined again.
"I'm sorry. How about the next time RAW is in St. Louis, you can call me up and Aiden and I will meet you somewhere so you can see him," I suggested.
"We want to see you too," I heard Paul shout out from wherever he was.
"Well, I'll be there with Aiden too," I chuckled.
"Good because we consider you a close friend now," Shawn said in a serious tone.
"Good because you're both my favorite wrestlers," I chuckled again.
"Good because if you would have said just Shawn, I would have gone all emo on you," Paul shouted out again.
I rolled my eyes at Paul's comments. I don't know what it is with the group of wrestlers that I had befriended with saying that they're going to go all emo on somebody if they don't get their way.
"Okay, Paul, I'm glad I didn't leave you out," I said with a chuckle as I walked into the living room to see if Aiden wanted to talk.
"Where's Aiden?" Shawn asked.
"He's asleep," I said as I covered him up with his Spongebob fuzzy blanket. "He's tired from the plane ride."
"Aww…poor guy gets taken away from his father and is forced on a plane all in one day," Shawn said.
"Don't you try to guilt trip me, Shawn Michaels," I chided as I walked into Aiden's bedroom to put his stuff away.
"Why not? I thought it would make you come back," Shawn said in a hopeful tone.
"Shawn, I am not coming back. What Randy did is inexcusable and what's worse, he didn't even admit that he did something wrong," I said.
"I know Haylie but maybe he isn't wrong," Shawn said cautiously.
"Don't tell me you're siding with Randy Keith Orton," I said, sitting on Aiden's bed to finish up the conversation.
"Hails, you know I believe you but maybe the alcohol really did get to you last night," Shawn said slowly.
"Shawn, I can't believe you're on Randy Orton's side! You know how he is!" I exclaimed madly.
"Haylie, calm down; I'm not on his side, I'm just trying to see things both ways," Shawn said, levelheadedly.
"He's a liar and I don't even like him anymore," I said as I unzipped Aiden's bag.
"Oh you do too, he's your son's father and he's your best friend, Haylie; you're just mad at him," Shawn chuckled.
"Shawn this is the second time that this crap has happened," I sighed as I began putting some Aiden's clothes away in his dresser.
"Haylie, this is Randy we're talking about; you know him better than anybody else," Shawn said with a small laugh.
"I do know him better than anybody else does and I honestly didn't see him lying to me like he did!" I said.
"I know Hails but look, Paul and I have to get going to the house show, we'll see you later," Shawn said.
"Okay Shawn, have fun and don't hurt yourself," I told him.
"I won't, I promise," Shawn said.
"Good, bye bye," I said.
"Bye Haylie," Shawn said.
"Bye Haylie!" Paul shouted before Shawn hung up.
I laughed and slipped my cell phone into my pocket. I hurriedly finished unpacking Aiden's stuff so that I could get a shower in before he wakes up. I grabbed a green fluffy towel and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I started the shower then undressed and got in. I took my time with my shower and shaved my legs first. I then followed with washing my body and lastly my hair. I stepped out of the shower nearly forty-five minutes later. I wrapped the towel around my body and stepped out of the bathroom. I was about to go to my room when I heard a knock on the door. I frowned but walked over to the door. I opened the door and my eyes widened at the person who stood in front of me.