Chapter 03:
The following day, all four ladies headed for the arena after lunch to train and workout. There, they found the Hardy brothers and Chris Jericho, all talking inside one of the locker rooms.
"Hey boys..." Trish greeted, giving Jeff a quick peck on the lips.
"Hey!" they all greeted back, grinning and giving a short wave as each girl headed for her respective boyfriend. At this, Stacy Keibler, like always, felt out of place.
"Guys...I'm just gonna go get a soda. Anyone want one?" Stacy asked as all of them shook their heads.
"No, thanks."
"Alright. I'll be back later." Stacy called out, leaving the locker room filled with cuddling couples. She sighed while walking down the aisle. She was clad in a pair of short, white shorts, a hot pink and white striped t- shirt and a pair of white, knee-high boots. Her hair was tied up high in a ponytail and she only wore a smear of clear lip-gloss. As she was walking, she felt as if someone was just trailing right behind her but when she looked back, she found no one. She shrugged, continuing to pace as she reached the vendo machine. After putting in some change and grabbing herself a Hawaiian Punch soda, she started walking once again. But she had no intentions of going back to the locker room where her friends were, knowing what they were doing, so she just decided to walk on and maybe find someone worth talking to like Victoria or Nidia.
"Keibler..." she suddenly heard that familiar drawl once again. When she turned around, she found none other than Randy Orton himself, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, a cool look on his face. He was wearing a pair of black jogging pants, a black muscle shirt and his usual smirk.
"What do you want, Orton?" Stacy asked impatiently.
Randy shrugged, walking leisurely towards her with his hands inside his pockets. "Just wanted to check on you after last night." He replied with a smirk.
"Oh. Well, thank you. Thank you very much." Stacy answered meekly. "And thanks for standing up for me last night." She added, giving him a small smile.
Randy cocked his eyebrow and shrugged as if to say it was nothing. "Where are you heading?" he then asked, as he was now standing right beside her.
"Oh...I was just walking around." Stacy answered, shrugging and backing up slowly against the wall with Randy nearing her inch after inch.
"How come? Where are your friends?" Randy asked, cocking his eyebrow. By this time, Stacy was the one leaning hard on the wall with Randy Orton right in front of her.
"They're in Jericho's locker room." Stacy replied, her voice growing meeker and meeker by the second as she noticed Randy Orton very slowly closing in on her.
"How come you're not with them?" he asked once again, keeping his eyes fixed on hers. He felt so good. It was like he was the cat and Stacy was the mouse. He was the predator and she was the prey. He could feel her tense. She was getting scared.
"Because they're with their boyfriends and I don't want to feel out of place so I just left." Stacy now answered with poise as she stood up straight with her head up high.
"Oh yeah? What about you? Where's your boyfriend?" Randy asked, his face nearing hers a little bit. Stacy began to tense again but she tried her best to fight it back.
"I don't have one. I broke up with him. Remember?" Stacy recapped in a 'duh'-sounding tone. "Anyway...I have to go now." Stacy said, walking to the side a little and avoiding Randy's gaze. "So I'll see you later..." she added, taking another step sideward.
"Wait..." Randy Orton called out as Stacy stopped and looked back at him once again.
"What?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.
But Randy didn't reply. Instead...his face neared hers slowly but surely...his eyes closing as well as hers...their lips about to touch...
WAHAHAHAHAHA!!! ANOTHER CHAPTER THAT WILL LEAVE YOU ALL HANGING!!! AREN'T I SO MEAN? HAHAHA! WELL ANYWAY...I WON'T CONTINUE UNLESS I GET THOSE REVIEWS! HEHE! YOU GUYS HAVE TO HELP ME OUT HERE. THANKS SO MUCH ALL OF YOU! MWAH!
The following day, all four ladies headed for the arena after lunch to train and workout. There, they found the Hardy brothers and Chris Jericho, all talking inside one of the locker rooms.
"Hey boys..." Trish greeted, giving Jeff a quick peck on the lips.
"Hey!" they all greeted back, grinning and giving a short wave as each girl headed for her respective boyfriend. At this, Stacy Keibler, like always, felt out of place.
"Guys...I'm just gonna go get a soda. Anyone want one?" Stacy asked as all of them shook their heads.
"No, thanks."
"Alright. I'll be back later." Stacy called out, leaving the locker room filled with cuddling couples. She sighed while walking down the aisle. She was clad in a pair of short, white shorts, a hot pink and white striped t- shirt and a pair of white, knee-high boots. Her hair was tied up high in a ponytail and she only wore a smear of clear lip-gloss. As she was walking, she felt as if someone was just trailing right behind her but when she looked back, she found no one. She shrugged, continuing to pace as she reached the vendo machine. After putting in some change and grabbing herself a Hawaiian Punch soda, she started walking once again. But she had no intentions of going back to the locker room where her friends were, knowing what they were doing, so she just decided to walk on and maybe find someone worth talking to like Victoria or Nidia.
"Keibler..." she suddenly heard that familiar drawl once again. When she turned around, she found none other than Randy Orton himself, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, a cool look on his face. He was wearing a pair of black jogging pants, a black muscle shirt and his usual smirk.
"What do you want, Orton?" Stacy asked impatiently.
Randy shrugged, walking leisurely towards her with his hands inside his pockets. "Just wanted to check on you after last night." He replied with a smirk.
"Oh. Well, thank you. Thank you very much." Stacy answered meekly. "And thanks for standing up for me last night." She added, giving him a small smile.
Randy cocked his eyebrow and shrugged as if to say it was nothing. "Where are you heading?" he then asked, as he was now standing right beside her.
"Oh...I was just walking around." Stacy answered, shrugging and backing up slowly against the wall with Randy nearing her inch after inch.
"How come? Where are your friends?" Randy asked, cocking his eyebrow. By this time, Stacy was the one leaning hard on the wall with Randy Orton right in front of her.
"They're in Jericho's locker room." Stacy replied, her voice growing meeker and meeker by the second as she noticed Randy Orton very slowly closing in on her.
"How come you're not with them?" he asked once again, keeping his eyes fixed on hers. He felt so good. It was like he was the cat and Stacy was the mouse. He was the predator and she was the prey. He could feel her tense. She was getting scared.
"Because they're with their boyfriends and I don't want to feel out of place so I just left." Stacy now answered with poise as she stood up straight with her head up high.
"Oh yeah? What about you? Where's your boyfriend?" Randy asked, his face nearing hers a little bit. Stacy began to tense again but she tried her best to fight it back.
"I don't have one. I broke up with him. Remember?" Stacy recapped in a 'duh'-sounding tone. "Anyway...I have to go now." Stacy said, walking to the side a little and avoiding Randy's gaze. "So I'll see you later..." she added, taking another step sideward.
"Wait..." Randy Orton called out as Stacy stopped and looked back at him once again.
"What?" she asked, raising her eyebrow.
But Randy didn't reply. Instead...his face neared hers slowly but surely...his eyes closing as well as hers...their lips about to touch...
WAHAHAHAHAHA!!! ANOTHER CHAPTER THAT WILL LEAVE YOU ALL HANGING!!! AREN'T I SO MEAN? HAHAHA! WELL ANYWAY...I WON'T CONTINUE UNLESS I GET THOSE REVIEWS! HEHE! YOU GUYS HAVE TO HELP ME OUT HERE. THANKS SO MUCH ALL OF YOU! MWAH!