Once again, Kelly rolled her eyes as another knock disrupted her novel. It was bad enough she couldn't make it to the gym again that morning...but now some door to door salesperson had to harass her so early in the morning.

Setting her book down, Kelly hobbled over towards the door. "This better be good." She warned, swinging the door open. The moment she had, Kelly wished that she had used the peephole first. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I came to apologize. I hadn't seen you at the gym so I figured the weight had done some damage." Randy frowned, maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to begin with. He knew that Kelly would be mad to begin with, but she was apparently still going to be a bitch about it.

"Well, apology not accepted. Now if you will, I have better things to be doing right now." Shutting the door, Kelly let out a growl as it caught on his foot. "Move."

"Look, so I didn't make the greatest first impression..."

"You didn't make a great impression period." Kelly corrected, still struggling to push his foot out of the way. She couldn't understand why he had to be such an ass. "Now leave."

"On one condition." Randy finally agreed, his hands going up in defence. His foot, however, remained firm in between the door. "And then I'll leave you alone..."

Eyes narrowed, Kelly watched him for a moment, her head cocked to the side. "What is it?" She wondered if it would be possible to get to the phone and call the police before Randy really got into the house. Keeping one foot behind the door on her side, she wasn't about to let him in.

Randy glanced up the street then back at Kelly. "I want to make it up to you, for what I did. I do honestly feel bad about it."

"Make it up how?" Kelly was still cautious about what she said around Randy. She also didn't trust his motives, not after the harassment he had brought the last few days.

"Let me buy you breakfast, lunch. Whatever it is that you'd call it right about now." Randy pleaded. "A chance to start over. None of the cocky or arrogant son of a bitch that I tend to be at the gym."

"I somehow doubt that you'd be able to leave him at the door." Kelly snorted, she would bet her life on the fact that he was that way almost 24/7. "And I just ate not that long ago."

A frown made it's way to Randy's face. It hadn't really crossed his mind what he would do if Kelly had declined his offer. "What about a walk then? Maybe through the park?"

"Can't, you busted my toe or do you not remember?" Her words were like venom, every last one of them, and it did hurt Randy in some way. He was only trying to make up for what he had done. Apologize like a man. And yet, here she was. Ready and willing to bite his head off without a moment's notice.

"Picnic?"

"Why don't you just leave. It isn't going to work…I have no interest in your or your sick attempts to try and pick me up. It isn't going to work Randy, I'm not like the dumb blonde bimbos that you're used to."

"Now that was low!" Randy defended. He wasn't like that, looking for the quickest lay possible with the personal most likely to leave before he woke up in the morning. Being 24 and already a Superstar within the WWE, he was more focused on his career than women. Besides, one night stands were usually a good way to end up in a lot of trouble fast. He'd rather someone who didn't know who he was, or didn't care who he was. Kelly fell under the latter. "I'm not a slut and I'm not a man-whore, so don't accuse me of it."

"Who said I was?"

"Cute. Deny it all you want. You know what? Forget I even wasted my time, it's obvious that you'd rather be a loner then actually spend some time with another human being."

Kelly rolled her eyes. "When you see a human being, let me know. I'd be more than happy to except their invitation to go out. All I see here is some pathetic loser on my doorstep looking for the next lay."

"If that's what you think I am, then you're missing out Kelly."

"I'm pretty sure that I'm not. Now, if you'd be so kind as to remove your foot I'll get out of your way." Kelly stated one last time, though in all actuality it was more of an order. Sliding his foot back, Randy shoved his hands and turned back to head down the stairs, grumbling all the way. If she wanted to be a bitch about it, then he wasn't going to argue with her. It was a lose, lose situation no matter how you looked at it.

Some people were quick to judge, he understood it. And if she wanted to let first impressions deem who she felt fit to talk to, then so be it. For all she knew, she could be missing out on the best friend she would ever have all because she was too stubborn to willingly try something new. To give someone a chance. "See how fast it takes for her to try and talk to me once I start ignoring her." Randy snickered. He knew she would at some time. Despite all that had happened, there was still a connection forming, whether she knew it or not.

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Deceptive-Innocence: Here's the next chapter. Sorry it took so long, I had exams the last two weeks to work around!
Moonstar-75: Why would she cut him some slack? Where would the plot be then?
Devil on the Run: We do! And what a tricky way to find it out. Poor Morgan, so used without knowing it.
Randy-John-Lover: Lol, I can't either, and I'm the one writing this thing! But hey, someone's got to.
Gurl42069: I hope this was just as good as the rest, and satisfied your need for more :D

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