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Skylar POV

I'm standing in the backstage area of the arena, watching Monday Night Raw on one of the monitors near gorilla. I'm an extra backstage who helps wherever I'm needed and right now, I'm just floating around.

Watching the current match of Randy Orton and Edge, my attention is pulled away from it when I hear my name being called. "Hey earth to Skylar, whatcha doing?" My best friend and newly found wrestler/Raw Diva Christy Hemme says, waving her hand in my face.

"Huh, what?" I ask, wide-eyed as I look over at her and she is wearing a smirk on her gorgeous face.

"I said: what are you doing? But I guess seeing what you're watching answered my question. Lusting over Mr. Orton again, I see," Christy teases and I roll my eyes with a groan and shake of my head.

"How many times do I have to tell you, that I am NOT lusting over Randy, for crying out loud," I exclaim quietly, while looking at her with annoyed eyes. All she does is broaden her smirk because apparently she can see right behind my facade. No matter how hard I try to hide it.

Yeah, I'll admit that Randy Orton is hot as hell, but he's also one of the biggest jerks in all of WWE. He looks for any excuse to get into a fight AND he demoralizes pretty much the entire Diva's locker room. THAT alone makes him unattractive. Being a part of Evolution doesn't help his case in the slightest bit either. How any female could want him outside of his good looks is beyond me. I refuse to become one of his victims. Another notch in his bedpost. No matter how gorgeous I think he is.

Apparently, little did I know, Randy has had a small thing for me as of late. He looks me up and down like I'm a piece of eye candy and he's been nothing but rude to me whenever we've crossed paths or are forced to interact with one another.

"Keep telling yourself that sweetheart. I see the way you look at him when you think no one is looking," Christy tells me and I look at her with wide eyes.

"Maybe, it's because he's good looking?" I say as a question, but it's meant to be a statement. "That's it, Chris. His attitude is disgusting. I don't like the way he treats you, me and the entire Diva's locker room. It's sickening. No thanks," I huff and look back up at the screen to find Randy pin Edge for the win.

I roll my eyes at the smug look on his face, "ugh, here we go again. Douchebag Legend Killer coming through," I scoff and a loud obnoxious bark of laughter meets my ears and I shudder on the inside knowing exactly who that laugh belongs to.

Turning to the culprit, my eyes show nothing but hatred with the next words that come out of his mouth. "Awe, is someone angry that I won ONCE AGAIN. Or are they just mad that they can't get a piece of the Legendary Randy Orton?" Randy taunts, sauntering his way towards me with Ric Flair, Triple H and Batista on his flank, grins plastered on their faces at Randy's comment.

"You are such a disgusting pig. I wouldn't touch you with a 10 foot pole, if you were the last man on earth. I'm happy staying clean, too, so why don't you go find yourself a whore who will open her legs to you with just a look. And you winning? Yeah, that means absolutely nothing to me; you only won again by cheating. Which is nothing new. It's apparent you can't win without the help of your lackeys," I spit back and a flash of hurt quickly crosses through Randy's blue eyes, then disappears before malice shines through them.

He stalks up to me and puts his face right towards mine, leaving only a few inches between them, however, he towers above me. Even though I'm beyond terrified at the moment, I don't let Randy see it and I hold my ground against him, not taking my eyes off of his.

"Randy, don't do it man," I hear Triple H say behind him, "she's not worth it."

Randy throws a wicked smile in my direction while addressing Triple H, "don't worry, man. I'm not gonna do anything," he says before turning his words towards me, "you better watch how you speak to me; I don't appreciate you insinuating that you think I fuck just anyone. Because I don't. You better learn to show me some respect, little girl," his voice is like venom when he speaks to me.

I swallow hard as I continue to stand my ground, "respect isn't given; it's earned. And you've done nothing to gain it from me. Now. Get out. Of. My. Face," I reply, my hands becoming fists due to the current anger burning through my veins.

"Hmm," is the only response I get from the third generation superstar before he takes a step back and walks away, his minions following closely behind.

The second they are out of sight and ear shot, I release the hold I have on my breath and put a hand over my erratically beating heart. But what terrifies me most, is the look Randy had in his eyes.

"Hey girl, are you okay?" Christy asks me worriedly as she had witnessed the entire encounter and places a hand on my arm as I look over at her with frightened eyes. I still have my hand over my heart and I visibly swallow while shaking my head.

"I…I don't know Chris. I don't like the way he just looked at me. I mean he's look at me horribly plenty of times before, but I don't know, something about this time seemed different and not in a good way," I respond, collapsing onto the crate next to me.

"Don't kill me, now," Christy begins and I shoot my head in her direction with a look that says 'beginning a sentence like that is not going to help you', and continues, "but, you did kinda egg him on with some of the comments you made," she says and I sigh knowing she's right.

"Ugh, yeah I know; you're right, but I didn't like the way he spoke to me either when he responded to my original comment. Egotistical arrogant bastard. Thinks he's God's greatest creation to this planet. Makes me sick," I spit out and perform the gagging motion with my finger down my throat and everything. This pulled a loud chuckle from my best friend.

"You wanna know something else I've noticed with the two of you," Christy says and I groan, looking over at her with a tilt of my head.

"Dare I ask? I'm afraid to know. Because you know how much I hate him," I whine and get to my feet and make my way towards catering with Christy hot on my heels before sidling up next to me.

"How much you think you hate him," she tries to correct me and I roll my eyes once more, "but not only am I noticing it, but a lot of those around us…well more specifically you and Randy," Christy begins and I cut her off.

"Get to the point. Please. I'm dreading to hear it, but I know you're going to tell me anyway," I groan while walking into catering.

"There is undeniable sexual tension between you two; you guys are just ignoring it by being hostile towards one another. But the looks you send each others way without realizing it…it's there girl," Christy finishes and grabs a water while I grab fries and a soda, sitting down in front of one of the TV's so I can continue to watch Raw.

Sighing, I pop a fry into my mouth and chew while I look at her. "You do realize that what happens on the outside is different than what happens on the inside? I may look at him a certain way, but deep down inside…I'd just love to smack that arrogant smirk permanently off of his face," I reply.

I'm going to deny it for as long as I possibly can. Yeah, I'm sexually attracted to him, but what hot blooded female isn't? His attitude and the way he treats people is what keeps me away. Even if he did start showing kindness and vulnerability…ANYTHING that's not what he is right now, I don't even know if then, if I would be able to look at him differently.

"Oh I bet you would," Christy replies with a laugh followed with an 'uh oh'.

"What do you mean…uh oh?" I ask her, having a feeling I know why she said it in the first place. Why can't I just have one day…ONE, without having to deal with his arrogant ass. It would be asking for too much…that's why.

"Two guesses, but you're only going to need one," she tells me and before I respond to her, Randy is standing next to our table, towering over me. I look up at him with annoyance, only to find him smirking down at me.

"Can I help you with something? Or are you just here to annoy the hell out of me for no reason? Unless you have a promo, you're done here…so, why are you?" I ask Randy, my tone letting him know that I'm not happy about his sudden appearance.

"I can't just come and see my favorite person to irritate a little? I'm hurt; I thought you knew me better than that," Randy retorts cockily and takes the empty seat not across from me…no. Right next to me. I forgot to mention, he's by himself; his little posse is nowhere to be found. Thank god for that because he is bad enough alone.

"I don't want to know you at all, but you just seem to keep trying to wedge yourself into my business," I reply bitterly, letting him know by the look on my face that I am not happy to see him.

Ignoring my comment, Randy leans in some, resting his elbows on the table. "What fun would it be if I didn't? I love getting you going; it's quite entertaining really," he replies like we're talking about the weather.

"Oh my god, are we in school again? How old are you? Act your age…please because a 25 year old would not be acting like this," I retort and shake my head before standing up and grabbing my trash. "I'm done here," I tell him, tossing my trash before walking away with Christy by my side, once again having to deal with this bullshit when she shouldn't have to.

All of a sudden, I'm grabbed by the upper arm and jerked back into a solid body. I look up into the blue eyes of Randy, trying not to let myself react to the fact that I am pressed up against his solid frame and that his touch is setting my skin on fire. And I hate to admit…in a good way. I see a hint of vulnerability shining through them, but other than that, his eyes are void of any other emotion save for a challenge and what looks to be bitterness. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Christy stopped short and turns in mine and Randy's direction, but doesn't move from her spot. She seems to be giving us our privacy. I don't know for what, but at the same time I do because it just feels like Randy and I are having some sort of moment and I don't know how to label it.

"What do you want, Randy?" I ask him quietly and look down, breaking eye contact.

That doesn't last long though because Randy places a finger under my chin and pushes my head up, forcing me to look at him and there is that vulnerability shining through again. I furrow my brows at him as he takes a few moments to answer and his response knocks the wind out of me because it's the last thing I expected to come out of his mouth. And it was directed right at me.

"You, Skylar. I want you," Randy tells me just as quietly.

I look up at him with wide eyes, my heart beating a mile a minute at his admission. I can see in his face that he is waiting for my reaction and I don't know what he is expecting, but I shake my head and step back away from him.

"No, Randy. I'm sorry, but I can't," I whisper, breaking his hold from me completely before turning away and rushing out of the room with Christy calling my name behind me.

What I don't see is Randy standing in the middle of catering with a broken hearted look on his face as he watches the doorway I just exited from. To get away from him.