The Demons Inside
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story, the are property of the WWE/themselves.
A/N: So i decided to give this another try. I was reading some fanfiction, and all of a sudden I started writing this. So here you go. And, please, review.
Thanks,
Julia
When Kurt Angle joined the WWE, he didn't know that he would become friends with the bosses daughter. He didn't know that he would eventually become best friends with her. And he sure as hell didn't know that he was gonna have to deal with helping her with her love life. He didn't mind helping her with her life's problems, but he just thought that when he joined that WWE, that he would just wrestle the best he could and hopefully get off well with the fans. But he soon found out that, though he did become a great wrestler and a hero to the fans (come on, he won the Olympics with a broken freaking' neck), life takes unexpected turns and certain events led him to befriend the wonderful, beautiful, and hard-working Stephanie McMahon.
"So, Steph, who do you like?" Kurt asked his best friend teasingly. He knew that she like someone, he could sense it, but even he couldn't get some things out of the feisty McMahon. He had his ideas of who it could be, but the thought was crazy, but not crazy enough for Stephanie. He just had to get it out of her before he could get his plan into action. He had been bugging her about it hoping that she would eventually spill the beans, but so far he hasn't gotten a peep out of her besides the usual "Kurt, shut up."
"I don't know where you get your information from, Mr. Angle, but I do not like anybody. So will you just leave it alone and shut up."
"No," Kurt simply answered with a shake of his head, his arms crossed, and his eyebrows raised.
"You are so frustrating sometimes, Kurt."
"I know, but its because I love you," before Stephanie could interrupt him, he continued, "and best friends tell each other everything. Don't you think of me as your best friend, Stephy?" Kurt asked, looking at Stephanie with puppy dog eyes. He was going for the if-you-love-me-you'll-tell-me bit, but Stephanie didn't let it get to her.
"Of course you're my best friend, you know that. And I would tell you everything, but there is nothing to tell." She was starting to get frustrated. She knew who she likes, but it was embarrassing. Your not supposed to like the guy who hates your guts. Your supposed to hate his guts back, your supposed to spit insults back in his face, and your definitely not supposed to fall for him. So she decided not to tell Kurt. She knew that Kurt could read her like a book, but she was determined to keep this to herself. If she kept quiet, maybe these stupid thoughts would pass, and she could continue living her life.
"Fine, Steph, fine. If you wanna keep secrets from me, go right ahead. Right now I have to go out for my match," then he added in an Arnold Schwarzenegger voice, "I'll be back."
"You are so weird sometimes."
"I know, but you like it." And with that, Kurt gave her one last knowing look before leaving her office.
Stephanie had been working on some contracts for the last hour when the door flew open. In strutted Chris Jericho, wearing his checked pants and purple sparkling shirt, showing off his chest. Stephanie caught herself staring and closed her mouth and put her enemy face on. "What the hell are you doing here?" She spat at Jericho.
"Just checking up on my little Stephy. I hope I wasn't interrupting you and your client. Where is he anyway? Hiding? You can come out now, I know that you're in here," Chris called out to the empty room.
Stephanie glared at Chris. "Get out now, Chris," Stephanie impatiently commanded. Sometimes he could be so mean. The things he says, they're horrible. But they didn't stop her from wanting him, unfortunately. She wanted Chris so bad it hurt.
"I understand, wanna get back to work, right? Wanna please your clients? Make some money? I understand. But wouldn't you want to spend your time with someone like me?" Chris said, wiggling his eyebrows. "The king of Bling-Bling, the Ayatollah of Rock 'n Rolla, the King of the World."
"In your dreams, Jericho." She interrupted, "You're so disgusting."
"And you're a bottom feeding, trashbag, ho." Jericho said with a shrug of his shoulders and turned to leave her office. Stephanie watched him leave. It took all her will to be strong, not to cry. Sometimes his words hurt so bad. She hated the way he made her feel, she was disgusted with herself. How could she let herself feel what she felt for him. He made fun of her, he was constantly throwing insults at her, and he always knew how to push her buttons. But she still wanted him. And she feared that nothing he can do or say to make her feel horrible will ever change that.
"You'll never know the way I feel for you, Chris," Stephanie quietly said to the empty doorframe that Chris had just walked away from. "You'll never know."