Author's Note: Sorry it's been so long since the last update!! I've been working on a lot of other stories, and this one kind of got pushed to the back. Anyhow, please review!

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Blue Nova

Chapter 4

You know, I really have a magnet for things screwing up and going wrong. This just proves to be another day where there is no room for argument in that statement. Beating Trish into a bloody pulp had had a lot of things going for it, but now the plan had screwed me over. Jeff had seen me and her fighting, and now I was standing here, not exactly in the best of shape, and not exactly with the best of people.

I step backward, an instinctive thing. His hand is still wrapped around my forearm with a death grip. I'm not going anywhere… Looking at him, I feel a small burst of fear tackling my stomach. "What do you want?" I snap, hoping my voice is steadier than my stomach. He trails a finger across my cheek. Gross… I'm going to have to take a few good showers after this. My skin feels like slime where he touched it.

"Isn't it obvious?" he says, eyes still focused on mine. "I want you, Lita."

"Flattering, but no," I reply, jerking my hand away from him. As I turned, a smile claimed my face. So help me, I was proud of myself. The last time I'd been in a ring with the guy he had been cracking a steel chair on me a dozen times with Stone Cold Steve Austin. My smile stopped dead when my pathway was blocked by the one and only Randy Orton. He had his cocky smile across his face, his arms crossed over his chest.

I never realized how much I wanted to slap him until now. "Get out of my way," my voice was louder than it needed to be, but more angry than panicky. Just what I need, to be stuck in a hallway with these guys. Growling, I turn back to Hunter, hoping that he doesn't see the fear. With a sigh, I speak. "Hunter, get your ass of a bitch out of my way. I've got better things to do than talk to you two."

He surprisingly doesn't take offense to my comments, and instead raises an eyebrow, reaching again for me. "And why don't you want to spend more time with me?"

I was having a damned day, and he was making it worse. My response wasn't nice. "Well, since apparently I have all the time in the world," I pass a dark look at Randy, "I'll lay down a couple reasons for you. 1, you're an asshole. The biggest asshole in the business. 2, your nose takes up an entire zip code, I doubt anyone can share a six-foot space with you, let alone a bed. 3, I would rather go lesbian than sleep with a slime like you." I let out a self-satisfied smile. I think the nose comment got him. I turn to go, the opposite direction of Randy, but I am stopped again, this time by Batitsa.

Shit.

Okay, maybe Hunter and Randy don't make that much of intimidation on me, but this guy scared the shit out of me. Hunter and Randy are intimidating on that call for help stage. Batista is high on the scale, reaction of peeing your pants and running away screaming.

I turn back to Hunter once again. This was getting old, fast. I was cranky and wanted to go lay down. "First you drug Stephanie to marry you. And now you're resorting to intimidation to get the girl?" I snort. "And you guys think that Goldberg is full of hype."

"Lita, Lita, Lita…" he's using that calm tone with me again, and it is really unnerving. "You can throw your little insults all you want, but face it; you're not getting out of here." He steps closer.

I'm resisting the urge to tell him that he just broke my personal bubble. He puts his hand on my neck, and I know he's going to kiss me. I throw his hand away. "Touch me again and I'll break each and every one of your fingers," I tell him. Okay, so maybe it's an empty threat. If he touched me again I was going to barf all over his pretty suit. It would teach him right.

Great, now he's leaning forward and my back is against the wall. I'm surrounded on all sides by Evolution. Not a good thing, not good at all. He's talking again, but I'm not listening. Something about going home with him tonight. I'm so busy trying to think a way out of here that I block him out. If I thought he was invading my space earlier, he's in the danger zone now. There's barely half a foot between us.

Out of desperation, I raised my hand, poking his eyes with my two fingers. Okay, so it was lame. But he was bending over and looked blind enough to allow some escape, and that was all I cared about. There was still the matter of his goons. I turn to Batista, the one who looked like he was ready to decapitate me. After a pretty savage knee to his balls, I was satisfied that he might not have kids again, not to mention kill me.

Randy grabbed me before I could get to him. He shoved me against the wall, and I'm kind of freaked out. I mean, it's not everyone's dream to be pressed up between a wall and something that looked like a humanized pug. Randy leans forward, pressing his lips against mine.

I can take chair shots. I can take perverted comments. But I can't take people kissing me when I don't want to be kissed. I shoved against his chest, but, wimpy as he sounds, Randy was strong. I could feel his tongue against my lips.

Ewwwww…

I minus well invest in mouthwash, because I would solely keep them in business with how much I bought to get his germs off my mouth.

Suddenly, he was thrown backward. I immediately wipe my mouth, confused. My confusion clears right up, however, when I see Adam, Jay, and Chris Jericho, attacking Evolution for all they were worth. With the element of surprise and the use of the concrete walls, the three Canadians made quick work of Evolution. Knowing that it wouldn't last long, we walked away together.

Chris slung an arm around my shoulder. "I know it looked like you were really enjoying that kiss, but I can't afford to have my future girlfriend swapping spit with Randy Orton. Might contaminate that pretty mouth of yours," he added, smiling. I laugh in response. Chris was nearly as close to me as Jeff was. A lot of people thought Chris and I were going to get together, and it was something we constantly poked fun at.

"We couldn't have that, now can we?" I replied to him, and then looked to Jay and Adam. "But seriously guys, thanks for the save."

"Hey it was no problem. But as soon as Eric Bischoff gets wind of it, we'll probably have a match," Jay says with a sigh. Shaking his head, he moves away from us, "I have to go do a couple things. C'mon, Jerky."

"What do you mean? I was going to hang out with Red some more, and-HEY! Let go of me!" Christian proceeded to drag Chris away.

It's painfully obvious they want Adam and me to be left alone, and I don't really mind. I have a few things to say to him.

Normally I'd complain that my life is too full of cliches. Like now, Adam (and the others) saving my ass, making him my knight in shining armor.

Right now, I don't mind too much.