Alright ya'll, I'm back. Sorry this took so long, but I was lacking motivation for a little while. I've been listening to music and taking it easy, getting ready to start back at college for my second semester. Anyway, here's the next chapter! Oh, I would also like to ask all of you to visit my new web-blog. There's a link on my profile page, yes, I finally updated that damn thing, lol.

Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE or any of it's superstars. Rose is mine, however. I didn't write Conflict, by Disturbed, and I certainly don't own any part of Disturbed…although I wouldn't mind owning David Draiman…MEEEOOOOWWW-I mean *clears throat* uh………ON WITH THE STORY!! Heh, heh.

Chapter Three: A Very Thin Line Between Love and Hate Indeed

Back to where we left off……

Rose walked out of the doors of the arena. She didn't see her cab pulling up. Rolling her eyes, she decided to sit down on a nearby bench. She began to reach into her bag and pull out Disturbed's album, 'The Sickness'. She was about to turn it on when she saw a familiar dickhead approaching her.

"Waiting for another cab?" Rene smirked as he began to come closer. He had no idea why he kept approaching her like this, but damn it, it was becoming one Hell of a bad habit.

"Why are you so damn nosey?" she cocked an eyebrow.

"Why are you so bitchy?" he smirked, annoyed that she still refused to let it go. He wondered if she was always so edgy and why she always took things so seriously.

Rose rolled her eyes and put her headphones on. She pushed play and turned up the volume. She thought he'd take the hint…she was dead wrong.

Rene was getting tired of her attitude. Sure, he had teased ceaselessly since the day he met her, but he couldn't help it. He didn't know why, but he felt drawn to her. That had to be the reason. Why else couldn't he stop himself from approaching her? Finally, unable to resist the urge, Rene grabbed the headphones off her head and the player from her hands.

Rose, now thoroughly pissed, jumped up from where she sat to grab her cd player from him. Rene was quick though, and held it out of her grasp. He smirked down at her, "I'll give it back once you tell me why you hate me so much."

Defeated, Rose stopped trying to retrieve her portable. She stood there for a minute with narrowed eyes before speaking, "I don't hate you. You just piss me off…continuously."

He smirked down at her, "Okay, now one more question."

"Now what?" she asked, irritated with him, now more than ever.

Rene thought for a second about that. He didn't know how to word his next question. He wasn't good with women. Finally, just deciding to state it bluntly, he looked down into her emerald eyes. This was not going to come out right, could feel it.

He smiled, and for an instant, just an instant, Rose saw that same quality in him that she had seen her first night on the job. She saw a person that could be cool to be around. Someone that she could confide in, trust, and even befriend. But of course, just as he had done before, he opened his mouth and ruined it, "If you don't hate me…then why are you always such a bitch to talk to?"

That was it! 'Who the Hell does he think he is?' Rose thought before she snapped, "Fuck you, French fry! Why don't you answer some of my questions, huh? For instance, why do you always have to be such a-" Rose was cut off as her mouth was sealed with someone else's. Rene's. She kept thinking to herself, 'Fight him! Punch him! Kick him! Do something!' And she did…for about two seconds.

Rene didn't know what he was doing, but just as he expected, his words had come out all wrong. The only thing he could really believe in right now was that saying that said, 'actions speak louder that words.'

Somewhere along the lines, Rose had begun to like the kiss. It had started hard and fierce. Eventually, however, it had grown passionate and wanton. 'This is good,' she realized, 'very, very good.' Then, another realization hit her. This was her first kiss.

She felt herself blush at the thought. Here she was, eighteen years old and not been kissed before. Hell, she had moved so many times in her life, she never really had time to keep a boyfriend. Now that she thought about it, she realized that she hadn't desired one. Things just got messed up whenever she tried to let people in. Friends were the same story. The only real friends she had were her cd's and her cd player. After experiencing this, however, boyfriends were becoming a little more appealing.

Rene could feel his heartbeat quicken. He still didn't know what had possessed him to kiss her. Sure his lack of excellent wording, but there were other reasons. Hell, It could have been one of many things, he admitted to himself. It could have been the outfit; sleek and sexy, yet professional. It could have been the way the loose pieces of hair fell around her face or the way her eyes narrowed at him when she was pissed off. Hell, he didn't care. He didn't want to think about it anymore, it was too good to care about.

Rose felt herself deepening the kiss, exploring what she had never felt before. Her knees were going weak and she reflexively wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt him pull her closer, his arms strong and powerful, yet gentle and caressing. She let out a soft pout against his lips. Just when it seemed as if it would never end, not that she was complaining, headlights shone on where they were standing, and just as quickly as it had began, it ended.

Rose's eyes flew open as if she had just awoken from a sleeping state. She pushed herself away from Rene, grabbing her cd player from his shocked hands and flashing him a hard glance. She then turned back toward the bench and quickly grabbed her things and ran to her cab. It was the second time that she had been saved by the almighty taxi, she thought.

Rene stood there, blinking and unable to wipe the grin off of his face. He had liked that kiss, and if he wasn't mistaken, she had too. Hell, she might have enjoyed it just as much, if not more, judging by the death lock she had on him only moments ago. Coming out of his somewhat shocked state, Rene walked to his rental. Try as he did, he was unable to remove the thoughts of emerald green eyes from his mind.

By the time he had gotten back to his hotel, he was still confused. Not only in his motives, but also with all of the other conflicting feelings he had toward Rose. She was infuriating and stubborn, and yet, she was so damn beautiful and intriguing at the same time.

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Rose sat on her bed in her hotel room. She tried to assess the situation, make sense of it all. She had been yelling at him one minute and kissing the shit out of him the next. What was she thinking? What had she done? "Oh God, I'm never going to be able to look at him the same again!" she said with remorse as she heaved herself backward onto her bed in a huff.

She could feel herself blushing as she thought about the kiss-Her first kiss! And it had been given to her by someone she didn't even remotely like! She shook her head. Thinking it over again, she came to the conclusion that she was just caught off guard. And the only reason she reacted the way she did is because it was her first kiss. Of course she would react the way she did. She was curious.

She took a breath. "That's all it was…just a whim. I'm over it…right?" She shook her head, "Of course I am…it was just an in the heat of the moment thing…" she paused, and thought of the way her whole body had gone weak, "Still…it was a first kiss, I mean…it isn't weird to be happy about it…just because it was from someone I don't like. I can still be…happy about it?" Sighing, Rose pulled the rest of her body back onto the bed and pulled on her headphones.

She turned the volume up in an attempt to force the memories out of her head. She could be somewhat happy about the kiss, but she'd be damned if she let it happen again. She refused to let him think that just because he had kissed her…kissed her really, really well, that she was going to change her opinions about him.

She closed her eyes and let her head move slightly to the song that started to play. 'This is more like it,' she thought to herself as the song, "Conflict", sounded in her ears. She started to sing along to the words.

You are, enemy
You are my hated enemy
I am enemy
Number one rated enemy
I'm labeled enemy
I am your mortal enemy
My actions enemy
Make me your bitter enemy

All the world around enemy
They're tearing up the ground enemy
They're drawn in by the sound
Enemy, enemy I must eliminate my Enemy

Your people, enemy
My people's hated enemy
What are you, enemy
Though a created enemy
Terminate the, enemy
Eradicate the hated enemy
I am an enemy
My very greatest enemy

You try to tell me that you love life
Then find another way to kill life

When the song ended, Rose removed her headphones and rolled over in her bed. Next time she saw Rene, she would make it clear. She would make sure he knew where they stood. She'd be sure he knew that they were still enemies. She wouldn't be made into some love-sick puppy. She was stronger than that. She didn't need anyone anyway, she told herself.

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Okay, there you go. I hope ya'll liked that one, lol. I don't know really know where all that came from, but hey, it's all good. Anyway, I almost forgot to tell you guys that I will be removing the responses to "Intern and the Orton" from my website and replacing them with the responses to this one. Sorry, but I really don't have the bandwidth to have responses for both stories. Oh well, it's all good.

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P.S. Sorry this is soooo short, but I just……I don't even know, lol. Next chapter will be waaaaay longer, I promise!