Title: The Secret of Her Sorrow

Disclaimer: Don't own anything. What a surprise.

Rating: R

Spoilers: Nope. I think.

Summary: Lita decides to take her life into her own hands again, after the break-up with Matt. She never would have predicted that she would find herself in even more precarious relationship than before. Includes: Lita, Stacy, Edge, Randy Orton & others.

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Chapter Two: Not Interested

To say that she wasn't having any fun right then would have been the understatement of the year.

It was terrible. She had gone out to have fun. And what was she doing now? Certainly not having fun like she should have been. Sure, she had finally found a decent night club to release her… What should she call them? Flood of emotions? Inhibition of feelings? Maybe those were a bit too dramatic. Probably just threads of boredom.

It didn't really matter.

The point was, she'd come here to have fun. And fun wasn't a word she'd use describing the current situation she was in. She leaned against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest, as she listened to the man next to her. Well, more like pretended to, since the man had been talking for a half an hour already and she really wasn't interested.

She rolled her eyes as the man made some unbelievably cliché pick-up line. God, did he not get a hint? Didn't he see that she wasn't interested in any way? She guessed no. She'd discreetly tried to hint that she wished to be left alone, but it seemed that the man was too thick-headed to even realise that she was hinting anything.

It would have been in the best interests of the man to just leave, because she didn't really feel like being too tactful anymore. She was just about to tell the man exactly what she thought about his pitiable efforts of catching her attention, when she heard a new voice. Deep voice that sounded fairly familiar, but she couldn't remember who it belonged to.

"I don't think the lady needs your company."

Lita turned her head to the side, rolling her eyes as she saw who it was. This day was just getting better and better. What had she done to deserve an encounter with some sleek idiot and Randy Orton at the same damn day?

She listened with vague interest as the man tried to give off a little, trying in vain to make the Legend Killer leave. It was quite a funny sight, really. The man was pretty short and skinny and he was defiantly trying to defend his honour and apparently hers too, from the self-assertive wrestler. Randy Orton seemed more amused than anything of the man's attempts to shoo him off.

"As much as I'd like to amuse myself with your…," he gestured towards the man, a small smile on his lips. "…machismo there, I don't think the lady wants to hear it. So why don't you take a hike, little man."

The man's eyes widened comically, before a look of outrage settled on his face. "Who are you calling a little man?" He fisted his hands, looking like he intended to use them, regardless of the fact that they were shaking. Lita smirked. What a brave little man.

Randy only raised an eyebrow. "You really don't want to do that."

"Who are you to tell me what I want and don't want to do?" the man fumed, raising his hand for a punch. "I'll show you!"

Randy merely grabbed the hand that was on its way to his face and shoved it away. He then snatched the collar of the man, speaking so quietly that Lita couldn't hear what he said. But whatever it was that he said, the skinny man's face paled and he turned on heel, disappearing in to the crowd without a glance back.

Randy then turned his attentions to Lita, who was now watching the dance floor. In the corner of her eye, she saw Randy stepping forward so that he was right next to her. He leaned against the wall, silently watching her. She didn't turn her head when she opened her mouth to speak.

"You do realise that you just drove my companion away?"

She was actually thankful for the fact, but that didn't mean she would let him know that. After all, this was Randy Orton she was talking to. There was no reason for her to be polite to him. The man was arrogant, snotty little brat. And let's not forget about the Evolution factor. Anything concerning Evolution was bad news. Her brows furrowed a bit. Okay, so he had left Evolution and was now fighting against them for what he was worth, she gave him that, but that didn't mean he was a different person now, it didn't mean he'd changed.

And it sure as hell didn't mean she wanted to have anything to do with him.

It seemed that he didn't care though, merely raising an eyebrow

"Yes, I realise that. I also realised that you didn't want him around."

"So you decided to play the knight in shining armour and save the poor girl from the bad guy. Well, hurray for you", she huffed, throwing her hair over her shoulder. "And how would you know if I wanted him around or not?" Another eyebrow rose and she continued hurriedly. "Besides, it's none of your business anyway."

"Well, whatever the case, it seems to me that this poor girl hasn't heard about the concept of gratitude", he said dryly.

Lita puffed. "So what, you expect me to jump in your arms and show my appreciation by worshiping the ground you walk on or something? Or maybe you want me to tap your head or clean your shoes, huh?"

He lifted an eyebrow, his lips curving into smirk. "Well, those are very developable ideas you've got there and I don't know about you, but I sure wouldn't mind them." He took in the glare she gave him, vaguely wondering if she'd smack his ass for that comment. Well, not literally, of course… His smile widened as an image of her doing just that popped into his head. He wouldn't mind that either. And he shouldn't be thinking about things like that.

If she knew what he was thinking, she would kick his ass from there to the other side of the globe. He had no doubt about that. She was one spicy redhead. One he wouldn't mind spending some time with. Of course, his chances in that area didn't look too good right then.

"Do you want something or are just going to annoy the hell out of me?"

"Well, someone's in a good mood tonight", he said, smirking slightly.

"Well I was, before you showed up", she said distastefully. The good mood she had had disappeared right after the skinny man had started to bug her. And now Orton was continuing what he'd started. Apparently she wasn't in the good books of faith at the moment. She glanced at her watch, noticing she'd been out for two hours. Two completely useless hours. She hoped Stacy was having a better time on her date than she was here. Undoubtedly she was.

What had possessed her to leave to this damn club?

"Hey, no need to be rude. I was only trying to help", he said sourly. "And besides, I did a favour for you."

Lita raised an eyebrow. "I don't remember asking for your help. Maybe you did a favour for me, so what? And what comes to the rudeness, I have no reason to be anything else. You haven't given any reason for me to be anything else." Except that he saved you from the lectures of the skinny pain in the ass, she reminded herself. Still, it wasn't as if she couldn't have gotten rid of him all by herself.

"You really aren't the type to give a second chance, are you?"

Lita snorted. "I'm the queen of giving second chances. At least I was. Then I realised that it's no use." She glanced at him. "What does it matter anyway? You don't need a second chance from me. You haven't even gotten the first chance."

"I suppose you're not willing to give that first chance", he asked dryly.

"You suppose correctly."

"Why are you so against me?" he asked suddenly, eyebrows furrowed. It really shouldn't have been so surprising, considering his past and all, but he'd thought it was just that – past.

Lita frowned, throwing her hair over her shoulder. "I'm not against you, I just – "

"Don't like me?" he finished for her, watching her expression.

"No, it's not that. I don't even know you." Now that was a wise thing to say. She just led herself into a trap.

"Exactly. How can you know what I'm really like if you don't know me? You're judging me without a second thought."

She shrugged, pushing herself off from the wall. "Yeah, maybe I am. So what? Maybe I'm not interested in getting to know you enough to know what you're really like. Ever thought about that?" She took a step forward, ready to leave. She halted, turning to face him when she heard his voice calling her. "Yes?"

He was about to retort to her comment in some way, when he suddenly decided against it. It wouldn't be a good thing to make himself look even more like an idiot in front of her than she already thought he was. Instead, he shrugged.

"You dropped this", he said, offering the keycard to her hotel room for her. She lifted a brow, surprised that she'd been so careless to drop it. She extended her hand and took the keycard from him. Her lips quirked into the tiniest of smiles, before she turned around, leaving the Legend Killer behind.

Randy watched as the crowd swallowed the form of Lita, pushing off from the wall himself. He had never really been in any contact with the redheaded diva before, but there was something in her that fascinated him. He didn't know whether it was her looks, her ass-kicking attitude or the mystery that was her. Maybe it was the whole package.

Whatever it was, Randy felt a small smile spreading across his face as his thoughts continued to revolve around the queen of extreme. She might not be interested in getting to know him now, but he was interested enough in getting to know her for both of them.

He nodded slightly to himself as he made his impulsive decision. He'd solve the mystery, one way or another. The thought of why he was suddenly interested in the spicy diva never even crossed his mind as he too, walked out of the club, leaving the energetic mass of partying people behind.