Yeah, I'm So Over You!
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Notes: I would've wrote this sooner, but my Uncle passed away a week ago. Instead of moping today, I decided to write.
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Ch. 37: Inhale, Exhale
I woke up this morning with a frown. I dreamed of my soon-to-be man and I, on some kind of beach relaxing and just being cool. As soon as we started making out, I heard the voice of Matt. I woke instantly to find him standing over me screaming my name. "What the fuck, Matt?" I yelled as I sat up.
"What the hell is wrong wit you?" He asked with an attitude. That took me by surprise, my facial expression shows it. "What do you mean? What's wrong now?" I questioned with my eyes closed, expecting a big bang to add on to my issues. "You know I love you girl, but you for real actin' like a fuckin' hoe." He growled. My eyes shot open so I could see if he was joking.
The scowl he had on his face let me know he wasn't. "What the hell did I do, Matt?" I growled back as I got out of the bed. "You mean who did you do. It's all over the fuckin' internet, Lori." He growled. "Calm the fuck down Matt. I don't know what you're talking about. What's all over the internet?" I yelled as I grabbed my phone to check the time.
Ugh. Too damn early for this. It's seven in the morning. Mel and my idiot ass sister were supposed to wake me to go to the gym. "Well, Lori, lets see. How about pictures of you and your supposed ex, enterin' his hotel room yesterday. And how about pictures of him carryin' you at a park." Great, more stalker shit. "Matt, you of all people, should know not to believe all that internet shit. Ask me before you jump to conclusions." I growled as I walked to the bathroom.
"Yeah, well, the source is kinda believable. And I know you Lori, I know how you feel about that dude. So I figure, if the opportunity knocks, you ain't gon' pass it by." He said. "No, Matt. Obviously, you think you know me. Cause if you did, you would know that I wouldn't cheat on anybody." I yelled as I brushed my teeth. Toothpaste, flew everywhere.
"Explain it then, Lori." He growled at me. I stormed out of the bathroom and threw my toothbrush at him. Ha, hit him dead in the forehead. "Sit the fuck down and I will." I growled back. He sat in a chair that was by the bed.
"Yesterday, I went to talk to Mark. We talked, nothing else. And talking to him made me feel terrible, so I came back here. Randy chilled with me for a while, but he left. Kim came in and dragged me to that damn park. Mark was there when we got there. She left me there and he drove me back to the hotel. He saw how gloomy I was and he tried to make me laugh. That's why I was in his fucking arms, okay." I kinda left out some important things, but he seriously is pissing me off. I'd normally tell him everything.
"Damn, Lori. I'm sorry." He said with a guilty tone in his voice. "I forgive you Matt. But next time you come in here with some bullshit story from the internet, I'm gonna chop your juevos off." I smiled. "No, I'm for real. I shouldn't have jumped into that shit I know you wouldn't do that to nobody. That lil lying thang sold it so well." He said.
"What lil lying thing?" I questioned, so I could confront them. "Oh no. I'm not telling you, crazy. You just threatened to chop my boys off, so I don't know what you'll do to her if I tell you." He said. "So it's a she. Let me guess, she's a Diva on SmackDown?" I said as I rolled my eyes. "I'm not saying. Lori, it's best if you don't know. You can get a little neurotic about some things." He said, holding up my toothbrush that I threw at him.
"Shut up Matt. You don't think you got neurotic? Hello, you went psycho a few minutes ago." I scoffed. "I guess so. But you can go off on the deep end, Lori-o." He laughed. "Yeah, and calling me a fucking hoe isn't?" I chuckled. "Come on, Lori. I didn't call you that. I said you was actin' like one. I was wrong bout that anyway." He gave me a pleading look. I couldn't help but burst into laughter.
I love it when I make people grovel. "I get it, Matt. But if you're not gonna tell me who told you this shit, then just let me see the pictures." I grinned at him. Matt, being the computer nerd that he is, already had his laptop with him. "Damn, you came prepared." I laughed as I watched him type in some website.
"Here it is, Lori-o." He said as he sat the laptop onto my lap. "WWE Diva and Undertaker Get Cozy." I read what was on the screen. "WWE's Diva, Lori and the Phenom met at a park in Baltimore. The two seemed to be very cordial with each other. Until 'Taker lifts her up in his arms and carries her to what I'm assuming is his truck. From there, the two got even more friendly. Moments later, the two arrived at the hotel in which a few of the Superstars and Diva's were staying. I got an exclusive picture of the two entering into a hotel room. I've since found out that the room was for none other than The Undertaker. You guess what went on in there." I read on.
"Matt, how could you not tell this was bullshit?" I asked. "Lori, she showed me the pictures. It's kinda believable." He replied, still groveling. "Matt, hello? How in the hell did he change clothes on the way to the hotel? And how in the hell did he get so sweaty? Bull, Matt. Straight bull. And since you talked to the bitch who wrote this shit, it has to be a Diva." I growled. "Lori, don't worry about it. I'll set her straight." He said.
"Matt, tell me who wrote this. You know how much I hate lies like this. I promise I won't do anything. I just want to talk to her." I sweetly pleaded. He laughed. "We both know that's a lie Lori. I don't know who wrote it. I know who gave the person the info. And I ain't telling' you. I told ya, I'll handle that myself." He said as he got up from the chair. "Look, Matthew. Stop making this hard. Whenever Take hears this, he's gonna be pissed. I'll tell him you know who did it. And I don't think you wanna be the one he comes to when he wants answers." Yeah, I threatened him, oh well.
"It's Jillian. She's got connections with some nerds who run those wrestling gossip sites. They pay her for it." He sighed as he logged out of his computer to shut it down. "Mrs. Silicone herself. I'll take a needle and pop those motherfuckers." I laughed. "You said you wouldn't do anything, Lori." He said as he headed for the door. I got up to give him a hug before he left. When he leaned down, I got closer to his ear. "Guess what Matt? I lied!" I screamed. Te amo Eduardo. He jumped and we both laughed.
After Matt left, I decided to take a shower. The rest of the day is going to be hell. I plan on putting that bitch Jillian in her place. And I also plan on explaining to Randy that we'd be better off as friends. Ugh, my head is beginning to ring at the thought of hurting his feelings.
When I got into the bathroom, I plugged in my new iPod speakers and turned the shower on. I'm in the mood for a little St. Anger.
"Shoot me again, I ain't dead yet." I sang to myself as the warm water eased my mind. After a few minutes in the shower, I heard a knock on the door. So much for easing my mind. I had purposely put my phone on silent, but I guess I just wasn't gonna have any peace today. "I'll be out in a minute." I yelled as I got out of the shower.
I didn't get a response, so I figured it was just Kim or Melina needing to get something of theirs out of the bathroom. After my unintentional flashing lately, I decided to put a towel on before I exited the bathroom. "Sup, sexy. Looks like I came in at the right time." Randy said with a smirk.
I must admit, he caught me by surprise. "Hey, Randy. What are you doing here?" I asked, not making eye contact with him. "Oh nothing, just wanted to see how my girl was feeling. Ya know, since you had that killer headache yesterday." He said with major attitude. "You okay?" I asked as I walked over to my suitcase for a comb. My hair is wet, and it can get pretty unmanageable if it dries without it being combed.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm great. So great that when I went to the gym this morning, I took part in a little gossip." His smirk transformed into a frown as I combed my hair. "Oh, really." I said, trying not to pay him any attention. "Really. See, the rumor mill was awesome today. I had to walk in and listen to a few of the guys rib me over my cheating girlfriend." He growled.
"Unless you have another girlfriend, I don't know what the hell you're talking about." I calmly said as I headed back to the bathroom with one of my suitcases. When I was dressed, I opened the door and started on my hair. Red sports bra, black tights, and white Sketchers. "I half expected you to be gone. And I really don't know what you're talking about." I said to Randy, who was standing at the bathroom door. "You don't know what I'm talking about? Hmmm, let me refresh your memory then." He growled. He's really upset. I guess I should've just stayed in the towel and finished the conversation.
"Yesterday, you told me you had a headache. I knew it was more than that. And instead of coming to me, your boyfriend, you go to him for comfort." He scoffed. I just stopped with my hair and grabbed him by the hand.
I led him to the couch I found him on yesterday. "Randy, sweetie. I didn't cheat on you. I would never do that to you, or anybody else." I said to him. He wasn't even looking at me. I grabbed his face and made him look at me. I know that he was already mad as hell at me, but I just had to let him know. "Randy, I'm so serious about this. That's one thing I would never do. So whatever the hell you heard, it's not true." I softly spoke.
He rolled his eyes and jerked my hand away from his face. "Explain the damn pictures, then." He growled. "He's going through with the divorce." I sighed. "Oh, he is. So I guess that makes it okay, right?" He growled. "Makes what okay?" I asked. "You going into his hotel room while we're dating. You know that people talk. How would it look if I just randomly go to my ex's house and take her up to her bedroom?" He said. "I guess it would look pretty bad." I whispered. "You're damn skippy." He said. "I didn't do anything with him, Randy. I'm not a whore." I pleaded. "I know you're not, but I know how you feel about him." He said with an almost normal tone in his voice.
"Randy, I went to his hotel room to ask him if there was a chance that we could've worked things out. But I couldn't, so I came back here. That's when you came in. After you left, Kim had somehow called up Mark and told him to go to that park. She brought me there and left me there. It was a set-up. All we did was talk. The bitches that had that on the web, doesn't have their story straight." I explained. "You wanted to see if there was a chance that you two could work things out?" He asked as he bit his bottom lip. He looks like he's about to explode.
"Yeah, but I didn't. I asked him why'd he tell me about the divorce becoming finalized." I said. "It's finalized?" He asked with shock in his voice. "In a few weeks, it will be." I answered.
"You want to try to work things out with him, right?" He's pissed as hell. He was talking through his teeth, and he only does that when he's about two seconds from committing homicide. "No. Just because he's available, it doesn't mean I want to get back with him." I sighed. I don't know why I just lied about that. I hope he didn't notice that.
"That wasn't what it looked like backstage a few days ago." He said as his handsome face grew into a scowl. "What are you talking about, RKO?" I asked, seriously confused. "I walked outside and saw you two in a lip lock. Remember? I know how you two feel about each other. I told you already that I respect the fact that you love him. You don't have to lie to make me feel better." He said. So much for him not noticing it.
At least he's cooling off. He's actually moving his mouth to talk and his voice is not so aggressive. "What are you getting at, Randy?" I asked. He sighed. Still not looking at me, he spoke. "I'm saying, don't stay with me when it's him that you want. You wouldn't just be hurting me, you know." What?
"Huh?" I whispered. "But my feelings aside. You and him, that's real, man. Remember when I used to tease you about him?" He asked, finally looking at me on his own. I nodded. "Well, I could see it then. And Eddie could, too. So I'm not fucking with that. " He chuckled.
"Wait, Randy. Are you dumping me?" I questioned. "I wouldn't call it that. How about 'we've moved on to better things'." He said with a smirk.
Flabbergasted, dumfounded, confused as hell, call it what you want, it still describes me right now. "Huh?" I managed to say. "Uh, we're over, chica." He stated simply. "Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. Randall Keith, you come in here like you're about to kill me or something, and now you calmly break up with me. Are you on something?" I asked as I put the back of my hand on his forehead.
He chuckled. "Nah, I get it now. I think I should've listened to you when you said that we were too good of friends to date. You think we could ever get back to that?" He asked with a smile. "Okay, consider it done. But if you're so cool about this now, what the hell was your malfunction a few minutes ago?" I asked. "I thought I was getting played. Randy Orton does not get played. I'm the player." He stated as if it was the simplest thing in the world. I rolled my eyes and plucked him dead in the middle of his forehead.
"So, you wouldn't be mad if Mark and I got back together?" I slowly asked. "Nah. Nobody knew about us except for your crew, aka the ribbers from hell. It was too fresh for anybody to catch on. So at least the rumor mill won't be all over that." He sighed. "By the way, Randy. You should call your ex. Stop ignoring her calls. She cares about you."
"I don't even wanna know how you know I've been ignoring her calls. Nosey ass." He chuckled. "I learned from the best, RKO." We both laughed. We talked a little more, just trying to get out all the awkwardness this past week has caused. We watched a few DVD's. I had forgotten about my hair and let it air dry. Bad choice.
I look like a cavewoman. "Ugh, you punk. You let my hair get all wild." I grouched at Randy, who was falling asleep on the couch. "Aaahhhh, it's alive." He chuckled. I flipped him off before I went into the bathroom. "I would've, but you preferred the not-so-alive guy." He laughed. I threw one of my shirts at him. "What? You know I had to get at least one joke in." He was still laughing.
I heard the room door open while I was trying to flat iron my hair. "Lori, dammit. I've been calling you like all day." Melina said as she dropped her gym bag. "Hey to you, too." Randy scoffed. "Oh, hey." She barely said as she quickly walked past him to enter the bathroom. It's strange the way those two don't like each other. John and Randy are good friends.
"Sorry Mel. I put it on silent. What's up?" I asked. "So you know that you need your ass whupped, right?" She said with a smile. 'What the hell are you talking about Lena? In case you haven't noticed, I'm trying to tame a beast." It's true. "Well, since you're now a certified hoe, you're gonna need a booker. And I'm your girl." She laughed. "Bitch, please. What the hell are you talking about?" I asked. "Your hermana and I saw those pictures of you and Taker." She whispered as she closed the bathroom door.
"Ugh, Mel. We didn't do anything and Randy and I are through anyway." I said as I did a little dance for my finishing one side of my hair. "Damn, does he know that? Cause he's still in there." She chuckled. "Your little friend Jillian really gets on my nerves, Mel. She's the bitch behind all this shit. I don't even know her fake ass, so why is she so interested in my personal life?" I was ranting. "I knew it was an inside job for some random fan to get pictures at the hotel." Mel said.
"Who all read it, Mel?" I asked. "Um, not many people. Hardys and their crew. Your sister and I and a few of the Divas. But they didn't know about Randy and you, so they don't think you're a hoe. It's just us." She laughed. "Not funny Melina." I grouched. "Aww, take a joke mami." She chuckled. She started the shower as I finished my hair.
When I left the bathroom, Randy was so sleep, he was practically drooling. That's that good sleep, folks. I decided to leave him there. I told Mel I was leaving and let her know that Randall Keith pervert was still in there and not to wake him. He looks like he needs the rest.
I love the fact that they have a gym at this hotel. I decided to go down there to get maybe an hour and a half in. I'm already pushing it. But, I have to do it. Ugh, I've been so occupied with everything else in my life, I forgot to mention the most important thing. I have a match at No Way Out! Hell yes, right? It was kinda last minute, but Mel and I were happy to oblige. My first 1 on 1 PPV match. I'm ecstatic.
When I got to the gym, my soon-to-be-man was lifting weights. I know I was supposed to be working out, but, if you saw what I was seeing, you would've forgotten also.
"It's not polite to stare squirt." O chuckled as he poked me in the arm. I didn't even notice anybody else was in here. "Huh, oh yeah. I wasn't staring Oscar." I said as I poked him back.
" Yeah, right. Play nice while I'm gone, kay?" He grinned at me as he left. "Whatever squirt." When Oscar left, I turned my attention to Mark. He had stopped lifting and was sitting up staring at me with a smirk. "What?" I asked, trying not to smile. "You were so staring." He laughed. "So, you act as if you don't enjoy that." I smirked as I walked up to him.
"I do. But you seem to get a kick out of watching these guns." He said as he flexed a bit. "You're so cheesy." I laughed at him. "You come to get a little workout before we go to the arena?" He asked. "Yeah. I got a lot of stuff to do before tonight. Nails and hair." I sighed as I pushed his arm from his lap and sat. "Fuego, now what would your boyfriend think if he saw this?" He said in mock concern.
"I don't know, why don't you tell me." I smiled at him. "You and him are done?" He asked, confused I guess. "Well, yeah. Long story short, he actually dumped me. With the help of Jillian, that is." I said. "Jillian? The one that manages Bradshaw, right? What the hell does she have to do wit you and Randy?" Whoa, he doesn't know about those pictures. It's best if he didn't. But he loves to pry. And I want to start our relationship off with honesty.
"She's been taking pictures of us and selling them to some wrestling gossip website. The most recent pictures happen to be from yesterday at the park and when we met at your hotel room door." I sighed as I rested my head on his warm and sweaty shoulder. "I think you're a psycho bitch magnet." He laughed. "Yeah, I guess I'm a big sweaty biker magnet, too." I chuckled.
"Got jokes, huh Yasmyn?" He said with a suggestive tone in his voice. "I'm serious. You need a shower, papi." I said as I got off of him. "You're gonna need one too, babe." He said as he grabbed me and wrapped his sweaty arms around my bare waist. "Ewww, let me go." I laughed at his playfulness. "I'll help you out today, if you want." He said. "Duh. I wanna get my guns to be as big as yours." I teased.
"You have no guns, Fuego." He laughed. "Whatever, let me go and I'll show you what I have." I sassed. "Alright." He said as he let me go. "Show me." He smirked as he gave my ass a slap. Strangely, I've missed that. "Horny demon, aren't you?" I smirked when I turned to face him. "Nah, we got work to do. I'll go easy on ya." He grinned.
"Whatever, big head." I grinned back. He leaned down to my face and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Bad idea. I grabbed his shoulders and quickly attached my lips to his before he could lean back up. He gave in and wrapped his arms around my waist. Eventually they made their way down to my ass and stayed there.
We were startled by the opening of the gym door. I thought it was Oscar or someone, but to my surprise, it was just who I've been looking for. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I forgot my gym bag." Jillian smiled at us as she grabbed a blue bag. I tried to pull away from Mark, but he had that grip on my ass, so I was stuck to him. My face probably turned red.
"I so want to hurt her." I whispered to him. "Chill. I'll talk to her later." He said. "No, I'm gonna talk to her." I said back. "Fuego, you're not gonna just talk to her. You're gonna end up in jail. Just chill and let your man handle it. Just breathe, baby. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale." He said with a chuckle. "Sure. Whatever." I replied. The only reason I let it go for a while is because he said he's my man. That's sexy as hell. We're not official until the divorce is final though. He wants to be fully mine when we start things over. We discussed that in the car yesterday. Come Saturday Night's Main Event, he's all mine.
New chapter in the life and times of Lauryyin, and I don't need any fuck-ups. So that means if he doesn't talk or threaten any sense into Jillian, I will.