A/N So here's the next chapter. It took me a little while to write because I wanted to make it just right. Thanks to the people who reviewed Criss-Is-Bliss and Animal-Viper-Cena Fan. You guys keep me writing with your support!
Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE or Randy Orton (as much as i want to). I only own Isabelle.
Izzy's P.O.V
After a quick call to Natalya it was official that I was going to be her car pool buddy. I was walking down the hallway to get my stuff out of my room and meet Nattie and Melina and that's when I saw him. He stood there leaning casually on my room door, looking down at his cellphone.
"Gee, we go on one date and you already think it's okay to stalk my room." I greeted him not to kindly.
Adam looked up at me in bewilderment, glancing from my room door back to my face. "Oh, hi Isabelle. I thought you were in your room." He responded completely ignoring my tone and posture.
"Well, I wasn't. Now, what do you want?" I responded, leaning on the wall because he was blocking the entrance to my door.
He sighed, his clear blue eyes glazing over in a shade of disappointment. " Look, Belle," Adam used the nickname he restored to my life. I grunted in response, but he carried on anyway. "Things sort of got screwed up at the end of our date. I don't let a lot of people in to know me. It's a barrier I've put up since I was a kid. So forgive me if I don't want to spill a hurtful memory from my past and lay it on the table to a girl I barely know."
Ouch, that stung a bit. I thought. "I put a bunch of stuff on the table too! You think my past was easy to talk about? There are still many things buried inside. But at least I offered up something!" I shouted back. This was quickly becoming a show, as a few room doors opened up to see what the entire ruckus was. "Now can you move so I can get my things out of my room? We're making a scene."
"No. I've waited all damn day to have this conversation. You kept blowing me off. So we're going to finish it." Adam ordered, his voice rising as well. I flinched slightly; this was so out of the normal from the Adam I spent time getting to know yesterday.
He seemed to notice it, and the look in his eyes sombered a bit. When he spoke again his tone was very soft. "Isabelle, we're not going to get anywhere with this. I like you. I like you a lot. But if you think we should call it quits now, then I guess it's the way things need to be. If we were to go out again, I can't promise you that I'll spill my life story. But I can say I'll try, and we can get to know more about each other. Give me a call with whatever you decide. But don't leave me hanging for more than a day." Then he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead and turned to walk away in the opposite direction.
I stood there, unsure of what my next move even was.
Randy P.O.V
John and I were all packed and ready to go in about ten minutes. Getting packed quickly was a simple, yet precious trait to inherit as a wrestler. I was pacing around the room, back and forth, back and forth. This whole Sam situation is driving me insane. I had no clue what to expect when I got home. That's what scared me the most. Hose millions of possibilities that could happen when I walked through my front door. But there was only one that scared me the most out of all of them.
"Dude? You're going to walk a hole into the floor if you keep that up." John said to me from in front of the flat screen in our room. He was playing the latest Need for Speed game, and basically bombing it.
"What the hell else do you expect me to do? I'm worried!" I snapped at him, picking up my pace around the room.
"Then sit here and play a game with me. We're not leaving for another fifteen minutes. What else do you have to lose besides your dignity?" John offered. I took a seat next to him and picked up the Xbox controller.
"Fine. Wait, why would I lose my dignity?" I questioned, choosing a Bentley as my car choice.
"Because, I'm about to kick your ass in this game harder than I do in the ring." He gloated.
"Uh huh. Okay. Whatever you say John." I replied, just as the race started.
15 minutes later…..
"Ha! In your face! Four races to zero! What happened to my dignity?" I rubbed in his face. He ignored me, shut off the system and grabbed his suitcase.
"Are you coming or what?" John asked as he was half way out of the door. I grabbed my suitcase and followed him, reminiscing on our game because it was probably going to be the last piece of fun I was going to have in a while.
"I'm on the right track baby I was born this way." John sang. It was pure torture. All of my cd's were in my bus back home and John insisted we listen to the radio. At first, I was okay with it. But then he started singing!
"John can you shut up?" I asked. He just ignored me and carried on singing. This was miserable! Phil and JoMo were traveling together and had their phones off, so I had no one to talk to. You can text Isabelle, an insane part of my mind whispered to me. Should I? It seemed whenever we were around each other we were either fighting or kissing. Not that I could complain about the kissing…it was quite enjoyable. But I was still in a tough spot with her, a spot I could never seem to dig myself out of. Eh, what the hell? I thought and pulled out my cell.
Me: Hey Iz, whatcha up to?
Izzy: Sitting in the backseat of Mellie's car laughing hysterically. Wbu?
Okay, so it seemed as though we were on good terms. Either that or she was in too good of a mood to be annoyed with me.
Me: Listening to John and his beautiful vocal chords (insert sarcasm here)
Izzy: Haha, poor you. Too bad I'm not with you. John and I make a great duet. (Insert complete seriousness here)
I chuckled. She's just too cute. Cute as in adorable cute. Like little girl cute. Or how you would describe an adorable puppy. Yeah, let's go with that.
Me: Hey, you're cute. It'll make up for John's tone deafness. ; )
What's a really bad car ride with your best friend singing terribly and your ear drums almost bursting without a little flirting?
Isabelle's P.O.V
Randy: Hey, you're cute. It'll make up for John's tone deafness. ; )
I sighed, how am I supposed to respond to that? I mean I knew exactly how I wanted to respond to it, but it wasn't appropriate for a conversation between co-workers. He was such a confusing man it was so unbelievable unless you were experienced it.
"Hey, Izzy-Belle? Are you okay back there hun?" Natalya asked from the driver's seat. "You seem a little down."
How much could I tell them? They'd probably look at me like I was the whore of the locker room. I didn't want to lose the two friends besides John and Randy that I had here.
"Yeah I'm fine Nattie-Batty, just got some guy issues." I replied subtlety.
"Guy? Ohh, this is going to be a fun car ride! What's his name? Do I know him? Is he good-looking?" Melina looked back at me from her spot in the passenger seat like someone was offering her a giant ice cream cone.
"'I'd rather not talk about it." I said shyly, a small frown etched upon my features.
"Come on Isabelle! We never get any juicy guy information anymore. The last news around the locker room was Mike and Maryse hooking up." She begged.
"No. That's okay." There was no way I was opening this can of worms.
Melina opened her mouth to beg again but Natalya spoke before she could, "Mellie-Bellie leave the poor girl alone! She'll spill the info when she's ready."
"Thanks Nattie." I smiled.
"No problem. But Melina remember, if she takes too long we always find out things, always." She said which had me more worried than Melina's begging did.
I quickly went back to looking at my phone and sent a quick message to Randy.
Me: Why couldn't I come with you guys? I am offended! : (
It took him about four minutes and some bickering in the front of the car about which New Kids on the Block member was the hottest (I said Donnie) before Randy replied.
Randy: We're going to bust my wife, see exactly what she does when I'm away.
Damn. I kiss the man and suddenly he's suspicious of what his wife is up to? What kind of marriage is that?
Me: Damn, why the sudden feeling of suspicion?
Randy: Something she said this morning. Look, we're almost here. I'll see you at the arena, okay?
I stuffed my phone back into my jeans pocket and resumed into the chatter with the other women in the car, but my mind was totally focused on what was taking place at Randy's house right now.
Randy's P.O.V
John parked the car a block away from my house, just so Sam didn't look outside and cover up whatever she was doing. I sat in the car for about five minutes, my heart pounding rapidly out of nervousness and fear. This was something no man should ever have to do.
"We don't have to do this Randy." John read my thoughts. "We can leave now and grab a bite to eat, forget this ever happened."
"No it's something I have to do. If I don't the what if's would haunt me for the rest of my life." I replied, knowing this was true. John nodded his head and continued to look forward, knowing that I'd get out of the car when I was good and ready.
We sat in silence for another two minutes before I forced my right hand to open the car door and my feet to stand. John followed me out and we started up the back way to my house because Sam might here the front door chime go off.
There was an unfamiliar car in my drive way that just increased my suspicions. I unlocked the backdoor and John and I stepped in the house. It was silent, which was to be expected because it was the middle of Alanna's nap time. But Sam and whoever owned the mystery car out front were nowhere to be found, which wasn't expected.
"Upstairs?" John whispered, I nodded my head and started to climb the stairs. As I suspected Alanna was taking her nap, she looked so adorable all curled up I stepped into her room and kissed the top of her head, careful not to wake her up.
My room was around the corner on the left hand side. We walked quietly to the door and I pressed my head against it to hear exactly what was going on. There were some moans and a thump. I shoved the door open. I took a sharp intake of breath and John swore. "What the hell!" I shouted.
Please don't kill me for the giant cliffhanger I just left you! It was necessary because if i added the next part i'd have to add the other part after that and it'll have gotten too long.
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