Panic Room.

Can you feel the chemistry?

"Chris, your wasting your time, however much you want me to, I don't to have sex with you, in fact I don't even like being with you, and no amount of stupid tricks questions will change my mind." laughed Stephanie, mainly at the way he looked so pathetic now.

"Excuse me, every woman in this country would sell their own shoes just to get five minutes with me."

"Well its not as if you can go on for very longer," she sneered back.

"Your just bitter." muttered Chris, refusing to believe her last comment.

"Bitter about what?"

"The fact that I'm the one guy you can't have."

"Oh please."

"No its true, you think you got all men wrapped around your little finger, apart from me, your use to men begging for you and complimenting you to the earth's end, that was until I came along and had the guts and will-power to show you up for what you really are, that's why you hate me so much, cause you can't have me."

"Whatever Chris."

"Sorry Steph, but that's the bottom line, your gonna have to accept it sooner or later."

"Or what?"

"What?"

"What if I don't accept it."

"Then Ill make you." Smirked Chris, though to be honest he wasn't sure what he was going to make her too, he just liked to see the cracks appearing in Stephanie's attitude and conversation.

"How you going to make me accept the so called fact that I want you."

"Your see." Laughed Chris, to tell the truth he didn't have a clue what he was talking about but he refused to admit this and in a cocky in control manner he sat up and walked over to his sleeping bag.

"Where are you going?" asked Stephanie, annoyed that he had dismissed her like this.

"Well I would like to go to sleep some time tonight, it is 1.00am."

"How do you know that? I thought you couldn't read the sun-dial."

"Just a good guess then," laughed Chris.

Stephanie sighed with annoyance at his reply and shifted over to her sleeping bag, realising that this conversation was over, apart of her was glad but if she had a choice between trying to get some sleep and talking to Chris, she should have to get the latter. That does not mean for the record that she likes Chris, its just everyone needs company. Bad or good.

"Well of course, there is the other option." Said Stephanie coyly.

"And what is that?" asked Chris, a note of interest in his voice.

"There's always Twister."

"Oh yeah right, what do you take me for?"

"Hey, its just an idea, your choice, I'm just not very tired that's all and I'm trying to think of something to do."

"Sure." Said Chris, leaning against the wall as he looked over at the Twister board. "It's so obvious, what you want Steph."

"I don't want anything, I'm just bored you cunt."

"Steph, believe me, I know the type of game Twister is, its probably why they put it in here in the first place, bodies entangled, close contact…its just an excuse for you to get your hands on me."

"I wonder sometimes, how you got your big head through the door." Sneered Stephanie, crossing her legs as she sat down on the hard stone floor.

"Yeah, well, with my experiences I have the right to have a big head, unlike you, you've been a failure all your life."

"At least I'm not chicken!"

"Chicken? How the hell am I chicken?"

"Because you won't play Twister."

"Damn well I won't."

"Your scared because you might not be able to control yourself around me, you might get too 'excited' if you know I mean." Laughed Stephanie.

"What!" Chris gasped in indignation.

"Hey, only a theory, unless of course I hit a nerve." She sniggered, self-satisfied with herself.

"You did not hit a nerve…and you know what…to prove it….lets just see who is chicken," Chris exclaimed, as Stephanie watched half-laughing he marched over to the game, opening it up, he threw the cover across to Stephanie and opened up the mat, putting it on the floor, and stamping his feet onto it, to make it flat it in a definitely over-aggressive manner.

"Come on then, Miss Whore, lets play Twister!"

"Right hand….green." Stephanie ordered as Chris staggered over placing his right hand on green.

"Easy or what." He replied, as he spun the wheel for Stephanie.

"Left leg, blue."

Stephanie pushed her leg out underneath Chris' placing it gingerly on blue, they had been playing this game for several minutes and she found herself stretched out underneath him, she looked up at Chris, a smirk on her face.

"Enjoying this then?" Chris asked sarcastically, knowing that she couldn't possibly last any longer and that sooner rather than later she would topple to the floor and he would be declared the winner, it may only be in pride but that was enough.

"Well I do prefer being on top," smiled Stephanie.

"Back to the game please." Said Chris, refusing to fall for her little sexually ambiguous comments.

"Ok then, left hand…red," she strained, trying to regain her balance.

Chris stretched out but as he moved forward, he tripped over Steph's leg and fell forward onto his front, right and predictably onto Stephanie.

"Well hello, Mr Jericho." Laughed Stephanie as she looked up at his angry and annoyed face. "Your blushing Chris, I'm sure there's nothing you've got to be embarrassed about."

Chris replied by just splitting in her face before climbing off and kicking the mat over in anger.

"Oh darling don't be a sad loser, I just I'm just more….flexible…than you!" she jeered.

Chris looked down and checked he didn't have an erection, there would nothing more embarrassing than that, did he feel himself going hard when he was on top of her? He wasn't sure, anyway it didn't matter because he hated her and nothing was going to happen between them. Ever.

"So what are we going to do now?" asked Stephanie, like a little child.

"Fuck off." Chris muttered, grabbing a piece of chalk and drawing something on the wall.

"Your not gonna right anything crazy on there are you, like the guy in the shining, I don't want to be stuck in here with a madman."

"Then quit, then." Chris answered with no expression.

"No I'm not quitting, you quit.",

"Then just shut up for once."

"Fine, I will."

"Good."

"Good." Steph snapped back, slumping in her sleeping bag and pulling the cover over her head, trying to block out her surroundings and more importantly the people around her, she would just love to hear someone else's voice right now, anyone apart Chris fucking Jericho.

Chris sat by the wall, doodling with the chalk, he wasn't even writing anything like Stephanie had said, but as he sat with his chalk in his hand he felt obliged to write something for her benefit.

I hate Stephanie. He scrawled, double underlining the fact, that was the one thing he was sure of, and after the twister incident he was even more determined get his own back on her for good, he remembered the one time he did prove her wrong, Summerslam when he beat Rhyno, of course the main headline of that day was him kissing her for the second time, I might add. She stuck her tongue in his throat too and it was definitely not a sign that he liked her, he was using his head. He knew that the only way he could get her out of the match was doing that, he didn't like her, it didn't have an urge to kiss her, he wasn't attracted to her…it was all rubbish, total rubbish….Chris suddenly noticed that his hand was still writing on the wall with the chalk and he gasped at the results…I hate Stephanie…..I love Stephan…

Chris quickly rubbed out what he had wrote and underlined once more the hate part, for Gods Sake, first the dream and now this, was he really falling in love with Stephanie?

To be Continued….