Better Life
Chapter 1
Randy Orton paced back and forth in the secluded area of the arena, sighing to himself. This was not good. Not good at all. Biting down on his lip, he tried to retain some calm. He was too high-strung to sit down, and continued pacing.
Emma Nash.
'Why am I obsessing so much over this one girl? She's just another chick passing through my bed, another notch on my bedpost, etc…right?' he thought. 'So why do I keep thinking about her? I barely remember anything last night, I was so drunk.'
Okay, so maybe he remembered a little. He remembered the fact that she, unlike the countless others, didn't fall completely for him, just begging to be led to his hotel room, or completely offer herself. She was just another redhead having a drink at the bar; not exactly scouring the place for lays. He had sat next to her for over two hours, simply talking to her. Her personality was dynamic and her demeanor pleasant.
Randy ran a hand over his short hair, frustrated. This was not the time to get emotionally attached to some girl-and especially not Emma Nash. "Damn it all," he hissed aloud.
"Life kicking you in the ass?" a voice came from behind him, making him jump with surprise.
Randy frowned. He knew that voice… He turned around, and his breath caught.
Emma.
Her red hair was pulled back in a half ponytail, and she looked stunning in her simple outfit of low-rise jeans and a tied, dark blue V-neck top. Her head was tilted to the side, waiting for an answer to her inquiry.
Randy ran a hand over his short hair. "Yeah, you know, life is kicking me in the ass."
"Tell me about it," she prompted, sitting down on one of the various storage cases that sat around the arena. She brought one leg closer to her, laying her arm across it as she looked at Randy.
He walked over to her, sitting down next to her, leaning against the wall. "Well, I slept with this girl last night. She was amazing, and I really liked her. Well, I got up in the morning with nothing but a short note."
"Mhmm…" Emma said, picking at the skin around her fingernails as he spoke.
He let out a dry laugh. "You know what it said? 'To find me, look around what you love the most.' I'm a great fan of subtlety, but that was downright cryptic."
"So what did you do?"
"Nothing, really… I went with my buddies on the way here, figuring that she meant the WWE and maybe I'd see her in the front row or with a backstage pass or something when I got here. And you know what? One of my buddies mentioned her. Guess who she is? Well, she's the daughter of one of our worst enemies."
"Man, that's a bind," she commented.
"I don't know why she didn't tell me," Randy continued, staring straight at her, his tone becoming hard.
"Maybe she didn't want you to treat her differently." Her blue eyes stared back at him, unwavering.
"It's plausible. But what I'm wondering is why she left that note if she knew that her father and the people I work with hate each other, and there's not a way that we could be together."
"Maybe she knew a way."
Randy rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to cross Evolution for something like this."
"She wouldn't ask you to."
"So what would she ask me to do?" Randy questioned.
She leaned forward, setting one hand on his cheek. Her lips were soft and full against his. Emma pulled back after a second, her blue eyes deep. "Hang in for the ride."
"And how would we do that without pissing off everyone?"
Emma tilted her head. "Not everything needs an elaborate plan, Randy," she told him. A shrill ringing cut off anything Randy was about to say. Shrugging sheepishly, Emma jumped off of the storage case. "See you around," she said to him, and then walked away.
'"See you around"? That's not exactly the phrase people say to someone that they want to be involved with,' Randy thought, and then an answer occurred to him. She was giving him a choice: to stick with Evolution or to be with her.
His decision came so easily that it scared him.
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Author's Note: Sorry that it's been so long since the update!! Please review!