When I saw her beautiful smile I knew she had to be the one. If only I could see her face beneath that mask. I could tell the when she saw me, she didn't suspect the man she was going to meet to be me. For when I took off my mask I heard her gasp and she turned and started to walk away.
I grabbed her then and said, "Why do you run from me?"
"I just-I- oh I don't know why. It's just, it's you."
I faintly remember that voice, but I do not know from where. I took her hand in mine and walked away from all the ruckus that was going on inside the building. I knew what was going to happen next would shock her. I wanted to make this night special. There was no need to hold back my smile, because once we took a few more steps into the warm atmosphere of the night, she saw what was ahead of her.
I let go of her hand as she ran underneath the white gazebo that was surrounded by an assortment of flowers. Red, pink, and yellow roses shown from their places, as did the lilies, jasmines, tulips, and narcissus'. I walked slowly down the sidewalk as the gravel crunched beneath my feet. When I came behind her, I slowly caressed her hips with my hands. I moved them up, slightly, and kept going up until I got to her mask. I started to gently tug at it. All of a sudden, this beautiful woman slapped my hand away from her face as I looked at her disgruntled.
"I-I-I'm so sorry. I just don't want you to know who I am yet."
"Are you frightened to let me know who you are?"
"Yes."
"I don't mean for you to have to go through this. It's just that, I feel like I know you, like we have this special connection. I think I'm falling in love with you already and I don't know who you are. All I know is that the mask you wear holds your identity that I need to know. Inside, my stomach is twisting and turning in anxiety just because I need to know who you are. I've never felt this way for a girl before, let alone a girl I don't know."
"I'd prefer to be known to you as a woman."
"Girl, woman, my god even a person! I don't care about that. I just care about you. When I'm talking to you, or even just now being with you, I don't give a damn about the world. I don't give a damn what I say. Right now, only my mind and heart are set on you."
"I didn't know I meant so much to you."
"You do. That's why I've brought you out here. So we can dance alone, together in each other's arms."
I smile when I hear music that surrounds us. I put my hand out to her and she takes it. I hold her close to me never wanting to let go. I take in every scent on her body. Oh, the smell of her hair. Her hair smelled of honey and other scents that I don't know of. I take in every breath, every sensation. I don't want to lose this girl. My words had been true when I said that I've never felt this way for a girl before.
Usually, I'm like the world's biggest playboy, getting one girl after another. But something about this girl that stands in front of me, keeps me coming. All I ever think and dream about is her. I want so badly to take her mask off, yet I hear her voice saying "I don't want you to know who I am yet."
I tried to take the mask off once again but she pulled away and I knew that there was no way I could get her to show herself to me. I hold her, once again, in my arms and go off into the distance with my thoughts. I hear her voice and finally I snap back to reality.
"Do you know what time it is?"
"Why it's 11:45. I guess time flies by when you're having fun."
"Well, sorry our time is over. I need to get home."
"Do you need…"
"I'm fine don't worry. I have my own escort."
She threw me a smile and I waved good-bye to her. I needed to know who this girl was. Never have I, Randy Orton, gone through this much trouble trying to get a girl.
A/N: Wow, sorry for the long wait for this update. This should have been updated earlier but I got so caught up in spring that I forgot! Well, well, well, we have just found out who the mystery guy is. Ok, I have a feeling that ya'll already knew, but what the heck! I'm gonna go back to Brooke's point of view in the next chapter. Please review people!Love Always, Jessica.
