I hope everyone is having a fabulous first weekend of 2013 :) I've had extra time this week to work on this story and a few others that I've been neglecting as well as outlining new ones...the ideas are never ending, but I wish I could finish one thing before starting another!
Thanks for the reviews last chapter...a lot of Pro-Randy and a lot of Pro-Punk, pretty much right down the middle...this chapter will make some of you very happy and others not so happy, but no worries because nothing is ever set in stone in the fan fic world ;) Enjoy!
Sara's POV:
A week had gone by before I decided to bite the bullet and talk to Randy. He'd avoided me at every turn, and it probably didn't look well on my part that I was with Punk every time we encountered each other. I knew I looked guilty, but I wasn't so sure I cared. Randy was a good guy, he'd done a lot of things to help boost my self esteem, but he wanted more then I could give him and the trust issues alone were the beginning of the end. However, despite everything, I still wanted a friendship with him; if it became more down the line I was okay with that, but I wanted so badly to get back to where we'd started.
I took a deep breath as my hand rapped against his hotel room door listening intently for movement on the other side. After another knock and a minute of waiting, I declared he either wasn't there, or he didn't want to see me. Turning to walk away, the door opened and I witnessed Randy standing in just a towel, his chest still glistening with water. At that moment I wished there was a way to make the blush on my cheeks disappear, but seeing Randy in that way it was a natural reaction.
Randy crossed his arms over his chest and I could tell he wasn't in the mood to listen, but despite the distraction of his nakedness, I was dead set on explaining myself though I still didn't know why. "Are you lost Sara? Punk is in room 321, not 312…then again why am I telling you this, you already know what room he's in and what his bed feels like."
I'd had all intentions of having a calm conversation, an adult conversation, but with the accusations Randy threw out, my cool went with it. "That's not fair at all because you have no idea what is going on. I came here to talk to you and explain myself, but if you're going to act like a prick, then frankly Randy you can go fuck yourself. I'm sure you're used to that seeing you never got around to fucking me." The calm feeling was beginning to return to my body along with a sense of pride that I was standing up for myself. I fully expected Randy to shut the door and w+e'd go our separate ways, but surprisingly he took my hand leading me into his room.
I turned to face him, ready to voice my side of the story, but was taken back as his lips were forcefully pressed against mine. I was torn on what was happening; part of me wanted to push him away, slap him into next week and be done with it, while the other part noticed my hands wandering to the towel around his waist. In the end, the feelings of sexual need won out as I felt his erection press against me.
The cloudy feelings of want and need disappeared as I laid next to Randy twenty minutes later feeling nothing but regret. This wasn't what was supposed to happen, I was looking to go back to square one with him, start over, and instead everything had been complicated to the tenth degree. I needed someone to talk to, get some sort of advice to try to sort out the mess I'd just made. As Randy drifted off to sleep, I quickly got dressed and slipped out of the room. Pausing for a minute I wondered who I could talk to, but there weren't many options as I made my way to room 321.
Punk's POV:
After another repetitive, pointless argument with Amy over the phone, I was tired and irritated, not in the mood for company. The plan was to call it a night, watch a bad horror movie or two and attempt to fall asleep, but just as I got comfortable there was a knock at the door; I ignored it until my phone vibrated. I saw it was Sara and she needed to talk and despite my anti-social mood, I thought maybe seeing her would help me feel a little better, so I let her in.
Just one look at her and I could tell I didn't want to hear anything she was about to say because it would only piss me off further. Against my strongly worded opinion, she'd gone to talk to Randy and try to explain that what he thought had gone on between us hadn't happened at all. I thought it was a waste of time, after all who gives a fuck what he thinks; clearly he didn't trust her, so there wasn't a point in reconciling their relationship. Besides I knew if Sara had any type of relationship with Randy that I'd be kicked to the curb and I wasn't willing to let that happen again. I liked getting to know her better, spending time with her; it gave me a reason to be close to her, which I hoped would eventually help our relationship blossom.
"I take it things didn't go well…" Sara was quiet as she sat on the edge of the bed just staring at her hands. I cautiously moved closer to her and noticed she was crying, "Sara, what happened? Did he hurt you?" She slowly shook her head as I kneeled in front of her trying to get a better read off her emotions. "Then what happened?"
"I'm such an idiot…" There were a number of things that could make her feel this way, a large number of which I didn't want to hear.
"Umm okay, can you be more specific? Better yet why don't you just start from the beginning?" I handed her a box of tissues before sitting beside her.
"Well he was a complete tool when he answered the door, running his mouth about you and I…"
"What about us? Forget that, did you explain there is no us?"
"I intended on doing that, but my temper got the best of me and threw it in his face that he should just go fuck himself, which he should be used to seeing he had never fucked me." I smirked not really seeing the bad in this situation. Any time that Orton was ribbed, nonetheless when a female was doing the ribbing, I got the last laugh. It just went to show he wasn't as great as he liked to think; he couldn't even seal the deal with a chick he'd been with for two months.
"Okay, well I don't see the bad in this situation. Actually I wish now that I would've gone with you and took photos of his reaction because I'm sure it was golden! Way to stand up for yourself Sara, show that prick you're not a doormat." I nudged her with my elbow, but didn't get any of the playfulness I expected to get in return, which confirmed my earlier suspicions. Something had gone wrong, something I wasn't so sure I wanted to know about.
"Punk…I fucked up…"
"Sara it can't be that bad, just tell me; clearly you need to talk about it." Sara looked at me, a fresh batch of tears forming in her eyes and I prepared myself for the worst hoping I could keep from losing my temper because that was the last thing she needed and it would ruin the relationship I'd worked so hard to build.
"I had sex with Randy…" It was just as I expected and it stung like hell. Knowing he'd crossed into precious territory, what I considered my territory. "I don't know why I let it happen, but I realized as soon as it was over just how stupid it was. I regret it more then I've ever regretted anything and I don't know what to do from here."
It wasn't easy telling her what I thought, but I knew she needed to hear it. "I think you need to talk things through, maybe see if you guys can work things out and try again."
Sara looked at me as if I'd grown a second head and I could understand why, what I was saying went against everything I'd ever said. "Are you feeling okay, because you just told me to try and work things out with Randy. You hate Randy and have been against me having any kind of relationship with him since day one. What the hell has gotten in to you?"
"I still feel that way and I'll never think he's good enough for you, but Sara you deserve to be happy and I know he's tried to do that. Just promise me that no matter what we'll still be friends because I like having you around, always have; I just haven't had the best way of showing it." Sara reached out wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me close. I closed my eyes and took in the familiar vanilla scent that I loved so much realizing that once again I was passing up the one I'd longed for, but maybe Randy was better for her. He probably wouldn't fuck things up the way I always did, plus I'd swore to Amy I wouldn't let my friendship with Sara become more important then my relationship with her; that promise was slowly deteriorating, thus the cause of our earlier argument.
"Punk you're such a great friend; thank you so much for everything. I don't know what I would do without you." I winced at the word friend, but figured I should just get used to it seeing that's all we'd ever be. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye taking in her small smile as she moved to kiss my cheek; the feelings of frustration mounted and my stupid advice came to mind as I decided to say fuck everything. At the last minute I moved feeling her soft lips against mine, a feeling I'd longed to feel for months.
Oh my...little Miss Sara has quite the predicament on her hands...
