I own no one!
"Who the hell is that?" I think I was a little louder than I meant to be because I saw the brunette turn to me and he casually smiled. He was gorgeous, I couldn't see his face, but his body was very appealing. I hate my contacts. I squinted my eyes and I noticed who it was.
It was John Cena. He waved at me and I turned my back to him and walked to the vending machine to get a water. I expressed my feelings for him earlier. I was waiting in the lobby while Melisa and Kimmy got our room ready. Seems as if we were not suppose to have reservations at this hotel for some odd reason.
My eyes scanned my choices; it was either Pepsi, Dr. Pepper or water. I pressed my fingers on the Aquafina button and as I waited I felt someone's breath on my neck. Ewe. I slowly turned around and saw a very familiar face but I couldn't quite put my finger on who he was.
"Hi." He chirped with a 'weak in the knees make a lady collapse' type smile. I waved with a sarcastic grin on my face. If I was rude I didn't mean to be; I was tired. He smirked and I rolled my eyes. I officially hate men. First it was that guy on the plane trying to sell me his peanuts and now it was this jerk.
"Hello." I said grabbing my water. I looked at him again and I wanted to gag. It was Randy Orton. I hate him. He and Triple H are enemies which means he's automatically mines. Yeah...I take wrestling to the heart!
Where am I? I feel like I'm in wrestling hell. First Cena and now Orton, wow. "Okay, bye, bye." I walked away and I felt a smile appear on my face. Aren't I supposed to hate him? It's just that those eyes; they seemed so innocent. Okay...I did not just think that!
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Randy Orton's Point Of View:
"Yo," He dragged out. I knew he was going to say something irrational but hey, he was him! "She left you in the cold?" I heard John ask. I turned around and shook my head no. A woman leaving me...yeah right. Well...he sorta was right.
"She didn't leave me no where...I'm Randy Keith Orton." I reminded my friend and he gave me a sarcastic grin.
"Twenty bucks say's I'll get that woman before you." John challenged me. I eyed him before laughing.
"I wouldn't bet on her...she's a woman for God sakes..." I said seriously. "Uh, if you make it one hundred we got a deal." Wouldn't want John to think I'm not the playa I'm known as, now would we?
"You've got yourself a deal...me first." I saw John walk over to the woman. She wasn't all that hot if you ask me. She had long dark brown curly hair. A perfect ten figure, though. But that attitude had to go. Okay...so she is that hot.
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Kia's P. O. V.:
"What up, shorty?" I turned around and there stood John Cena. Okay, is today supposed to be 'piss of Kia day' or something?
"First of all things, my name is not shorty...secondly, I was talking to someone; thanks for interrupting. And last but not least...if you'd like to talk to a lady how about ask her name and not make up a silly pet name and especially not one as unoriginal as...shorty." Ooh, I finally got to tell someone off today. And it was legitimate, too. I looked at his expressionless face and a grin began to appear. A smile? No, that wasn't what I was expecting!
"Why do you have to bitch about it? You could have said it nicely." John said with a cheeky grin. I actually felt myself smirk but Kimmy snapped me out of the little trance.
"Kia, did he just call you a bitch?" Kimmy asked from behind me. I don't know what came over me but I pulled my hand back and my hand flew right across his gorgeous face. I was so embarrassed because the people in the lobby turned to us. Kimmy grabbed my hand and we were in the elevator before I knew it. "You slapped him!"
"Me? You...uh, you instigated it!" I said grabbing the key card out of her hand.
"Who was he anyway?" I looked at Kimmy and I felt foolish. I slapped John Cena...I'm a horrible person. He did deserve it...he called me a bitch.
"Uh...I don't know who he was." I lied walking into a room to find Melisa smiling at some guy in a suit. She's always been a flirt. "Sorry to interrupt."
"You mean almost every single wrestler is in this building?" Melisa smirked.
"Yeah." The man answered.
"Thank you...lots." Melisa smiled rubbing her hands together. I'm not sure what she had in mind but I needed a shower and I have to call my mom. That is going to take a lot of courage but I'm gonna do it. Then I have to get a whole lot of sleep. I rubbed my head and realized something. The so-called 'Dr. of Thugonomics' and the 'Legend Killer wanna be' both spoke to me or at least they tried, today. Ooh, is it my lucky day?