Reflection
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Sorry I haven't updated for a while, thank you to everyone who reviewed, it really means a lot and it encourages me to keep churning out chapters, so here's another one to cheer everyone up. I know I'm feeling a bit down after Christmas :-(
Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 4
It had been a week since Trish and Randy's interaction in the locker room, and she hadn't spoken to him since. Well that might have had something to do with the fact that she was avoiding him. She'd noticed him trying to catch her eye during the pre-raw meeting but she had pretended she was engrossed in what Vince was saying, as if.
She
had just finished her first and only segment on Raw that night, an
interview with Todd Grisham. She'd found she felt almost naked
without the title belt across her shoulder, she kept reaching over to
touch it, only to find it was no longer there.
She had tried to
remain as smug as possible during the interview, but a lot of her
smugness had faded over the past week, since she spoke to Randy. She
didn't understand why he had been so kind to her, she figured he
just felt pity for her, what else would it be? Why would anyone give
a shit about Trish Stratus after all she had done?
She headed back towards her locker room and as she turned the corner she saw someone standing outside it.
'Oh shit!' she muttered. It was Randy, Randy Orton was leaning casually against her locker room door waiting……..waiting for her. She tried to run away but it was too late, he'd already seen her.
'Trish.' He said smiling slightly
'What are you doing here?' she asked politely
'I just came to see if you were OK.' He replied simply.
Trish smiled slightly at his comment and then wiped it from her face quickly, 'well thanks,' she said, 'but I'm fine really. I actually feel kind of embarrassed about last week, I don't know what came over me, it must be my hormones.' She laughed slightly
Randy raised an eyebrow sceptically but said nothing, 'I was wondering,' he started, 'your finished for the night, and I have some time to kill until I next have to go out there, I was wondering if you wanted to go and grab a cup of coffee.'
'Here?' she asked shocked
'Sure.' He smiled, 'I don't have time to find somewhere outside the arena.' He laughed
Trish was stumped, why the hell did Randy want to be seen drinking coffee with her? Did he know how much that would damage his reputation? He was good friends with Chris, she didn't think Chris would be too impressed if Randy turned up with her in tow. But he didn't seem worried, he was smiling waiting for her answer. He didn't have a look of pity on his face, just a friendly smile.
'Sure.' She said gingerly and she smiled too.
He turned and started walking towards the cafeteria, she followed close behind.
They entered the cafeteria and Randy was instantly greeted by several superstars, many congratulating him on his win over Edge. Edge, much like Trish, was not very popular in the locker room at the moment, but even he didn't like Trish. That said a lot for Trish's popularity. Many gave Trish questioning looks but said nothing, she guessed figuring she was just following Randy, trying to add another score to her list.
Randy gestured to a table near by, 'you sit there,' he pointed to Trish, she obliged, 'do you want a coffee?' he asked, she nodded and he went off to get her one.
Trish sighed and looked around the room, there were quite a lot of people in there, 'they eat, they wrestle, they eat again,' she muttered about the men surrounding her, 'pigs, how do they keep so buff?' She looked towards the door and groaned, in walked Chris Jericho.
'Great.' She muttered. Chris saw her and his face lit up, Trish guessed he was looking forward to having a go at her, there was nothing Chris Jericho enjoyed more than insulting people, particularly women, Trish wondered what his deal was with that. He made Stephanie's life pretty much a living hell, but now she wasn't there anymore, he'd moved on to Trish.
He's probably glad I did dump him, she thought, it gives him someone else to pick on!
'Ahhhhhhhh Trish,' he said approaching the table, 'all alone are we?'
'Not quite.' Trish looked up and saw Randy standing behind Chris a smirk on his face, he walked around and placed Trish's coffee in front of her, he then sat down on the chair opposite her. Chris looked between them a confused look on his face.
'What the hell is this?' he asked Randy, 'don't tell me you're sleeping with her! Jesus Randy don't make the same mistake I did!'
'It's just coffee,' Randy said matter-of-factly, 'you can join us if you want.'
'No thanks,' Chris said disgusted, he placed a hand on Randy's shoulder, 'I'll be over there,' he pointed, 'when you've seen sense.'
'Sorry about him,' Randy said when Chris had left.
'Don't worry about it,' Trish said, 'I'm used to it now, it's one of his favourite past times.'
'Well…….' Randy started
'I know,' she said holding her hands up, 'I deserve it. I know what I did Randy, I don't need you reminding me.'
'I'm sorry.' He said
'It's OK, I'm sorry I snapped at you, you don't deserve it, you've been nothing but nice to me, even though I don't really know why, I am grateful.' Trish smiled and Randy smiled back.
They were silent for a few minutes until Randy noticed the clock on the other side of the room.
'Oh,' he said not having realised how long they had actually been sitting there, 'I have to go.'
'OK.' She said as he stood up
'I'll see you around.' He winked at her and walked away.
Trish leant back in her chair and watched him leave, a small smile forming on her face.
Wow Randy Orton, I guess he's not so bad after all.
