PART THREE
A WEEK LATER
Rob rolled over in his hotel room bed, clutching his forehead painfully. The sunlight streamed into the room, and even with his eyes closed, it hurt. He groaned, pulling the blanket over his head, trying to shield his eyes from the brightness. Damn, did he ever have a hangover… if only he could remember how. He wasn't sure how he had gotten himself to that point, but he was most definitely there. As he pulled the blanket away and placed his hands over his eyes, his memory slowly returned to him. He recalled going out the night before, and accepting a dare from Jericho… one that involved him downing a 12 pack by himself. He'd had five hours to do so, so it was safe to say the end of the night resulted in him being carried out of the bar by Adam and his sister. Thinking of Kristen, Rob's head snapped up. He groaned again, this time at the pain caused by the sudden movement. Once the spots that had formed in front of his eyes disappeared, Rob slowly turned and looked over to the bed across the room, the one his sister was using. When he did, he noticed that she wasn't there. He sat up, very cautiously this time, raising an eyebrow as he wondered where she could be. He stood slowly, clutching his head as he made his way around the room.
"Kris! Kristen?" he called, coming to a stop in front of one of the couches.
He sighed, wondering where in hell she could be. He knew she was probably fine, but he still had that overprotective side that decided to kick in all the time. Where the hell was she? Dude, she's an adult, he told himself, shaking his head. She can handle herself. Quit worrying so much and go back to bed. He turned to head back to the bedroom, but his overprotective attitude prevented him from moving. He found himself pulling on his sneakers and heading out the door to look for his sister. As he checked his pocket to make sure he had a key card with him, Rob shook his head in disbelief. I so need to see a therapist for these protective issues I have. He made his way down the hall, stopping when he saw Jay Reso sliding a key card into his hotel room door.
"Jay!" he called, jogging up to him. Upon hearing his name, Jay pulled the key out and turned, nodding when he saw Rob standing behind him.
"Hey man, what's up?" he asked, pushing the door open and propping it open with his foot.
"Have you seen my sister anywhere?" he asked. Jay frowned… he knew exactly where Kristen was, he just didn't want to say it in fear of how Rob would react. He knew that the person Kristen was with at the moment was not someone that Rob particularly liked.
"Actually, um… yeah… I saw her just a minute ago," he answered, looking away quickly. Rob raised an eyebrow as Jay turned his back to him. Reaching out, he grabbed him by the shoulder, spinning him back around.
"Where is she then?" he asked. When Jay didn't answer, he crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing him speculatively.
"She's, um… she's… downstairs… in the lobby," Jay said slowly, hoping that the information he gave would suffice for Rob and he would leave the conversation at that. He personally didn't want to be the one to tell the Whole F'n Show just who his sister was in the lobby with.
"With who? Is she with Adam?" Rob questioned, wondering just who's identity Jay was hiding. It wouldn't surprise him if it was indeed Adam with Kristen in the lobby. The two of them had been spending an awful lot of time together.
"No… not Adam," Jay replied, shaking his head. Rob sighed loudly, growing impatient.
"Jay, just tell me who the fuck she's with already!" he cried, his head beginning to pound again, reminding him of his hangover.
"Alright, alright… she's with Paul," Jay admitted, taking a step back for precautionary measures. Rob did a double take, his eyes widening as they rested on his blonde haired friend again… Paul?
"Paul… as in Paul Levesque?" he asked. It couldn't be… there was no way his sister would willingly talk to Levesque, especially since she knew how much Rob absolutely despised him. Jay took another step into his room before he nodded again, waiting for Rob to explode.
"Uh… yeah," he said quietly. A scowl formed on Rob's face. He couldn't believe his sister would even acknowledge Paul Levesque, much less have an actual *conversation* with him. Didn't she know how much Paul had held him back over the last few years? The political power he had backstage was insane. Rob knew that Paul was up to something no good, and he wasn't about to let his baby sister become his toy.
"Alright… thanks Jay," he said, patting him on the shoulder.
He turned, his eyes scanning the hallway for the stairs. Once he found them, he moved over to them. After finding out that his sister was with the World Heavyweight Champion, Rob was almost in a trance, set on finding the two of them. He reached the stairs, practically running down them. Once he got into the actual lobby, he slowed down, his eyes searching the large room for any signs of his sister or that asshole Paul Levesque. Finally, he caught a glimpse of Kristen… well, the back of her actually, but still, he had at least located her. His eyes traveled to where she was looking, and Rob found himself staring directly at Paul Levesque. Rob scowled again, wanting more than anything to march right over to the two of them and drag his sister out of the lobby and away from him, but he knew he couldn't do that. To the rest of the people in the room, it seemed as though they were just having an innocent conversation, but Rob knew that that loser had to be up to something more… he never *just* wanted to talk to someone. He watched with disgust as Levesque said something that his sister obviously found funny, because she cracked up at the comment. He hid behind a wall, hoping to not be seen. As much as he hated Levesque, he knew the damage that the man could cause, and he didn't want his sister being the one who got damaged because of him. For that reason, Rob decided that he would try his best not to be seen, because that would no doubt piss Paul off. About five minutes later, he decided that he didn't care… it was time to go over there and break the two up… even if he had to do it subtly. He took one step forward, and then he froze. He backed up slowly, standing partially behind the wall. What had caused him to freeze was that he noticed Paul narrowing his eyes at something… that face that he made when he was really pissed off. Rob turned his head, looking behind him to see who or what Paul was looking at. When he saw that there was no one behind him, he realized something…
Paul was glaring at him.
Hey, sorry this chapter's kinda short, but it's all I got right now. I've been so busy lately, I have no time to even get a chapter out anymore! Anyway, please review, and let me know if you like it!!!! **Britney