A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews. Sorry about the cliff hanger in the last chapter but it had to be done. Why, You ask? Because I'm slightly evil. Anyway, here is the continuation. Hope you all enjoy!

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Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea and the OC's. I am not affiliated with the WWE and/or it's Superstars and Divas.

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Chapter 13: Secrets

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"Randy? What are you doing here?" I asked hastily trying to cover myself up with my hoodie.

"I think I owe you an apology."

"What?"

"Earlier, I came across as rude."

"Um.. that's OK Randy..."

"It's not OK." He cut me off. "I shouldn't have taken my bad mood out on you. I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted." I spoke quickly. I was feeling awkward, standing in underwear hidden only by a hoodie.

"Great."

"Did you come back here just to apologise to me?"

"Actually, I never left. I've been sitting in the back waiting to apologise." He smiled.

"Oh." I blushed, realising he had seen the photoshoot.

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Randy didn't move, he just stood there looking at me.

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"Was there something else?"

"No."

"Well, if you don't mind.. this is not really a good time." I said, hoping he would get the hint and leave.

"I've seen you in underwear before." He laughed.

"Firstly that was a bikini and secondly, I didn't know you were here during the photoshoot."

"I wasn't talking about the photoshoot." He said moving towards me.

"Randy..." I began but was cut off.

"In fact, I've seen you in less."

I looked at him wide eyed.

"I've got to go."

"Running back to Punk?" He asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

I ignored him and proceeded to throw a few things into my bag with one hand, while holding up the hoodie with the other.

"Did you tell him?"

"You're alive aren't you? That should answer your question."

He scoffed, "As if he could kill me. I'd end him."

"Look enough with your ego inflating. Why are you bringing that up? We agreed."

"What, can't I reminisce?" He asked with a smirk.

"Bullshit. Stop trying to cause trouble between me and Phil. Just because you two can't stand each other, it doesn't give you the right to mess with my relationships. We're supposed to be friends."

"Can't stand each other? Oh, sweetheart it runs far deeper than that. I loath that man, and I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual."

"Whatever. Just leave me out of it."

He laughed.

"You really don't see it do you? I thought you were just denying it, pretending you didn't see it, but you really don't have a clue do you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You are as much a part of this as I am."

I furrowed my brow.

"Don't you see, this thing between Punk and me, it all leads back to you."

He looked at me, inching closer. The look on my face told him I hadn't a clue what he was talking about.

"Punk knows how I feel about you, and he's threatened."

"How you feel about me?"

"You can't tell me you don't know."

"Know what Randy? You're really starting to annoy me with this cryptic bullshit."

"That I love you."

Silence.

I stared at him in disbelief. Searching for a tell, something to let me know he was lying.

"Just when I think you can't possibly sink any lower, you go and surprise me. You really are pathetic."

"I'm serious, Scarlett. I'm in love with you, I have been for years."

Randy frowned as I doubled over into a fit of laughter.

"That's not really the reaction I was going for."

"What were you expecting? That I'd run into your arms, kiss you and we'd live happily ever after?"

"Actually, yes."

"Then you're deluded. I don't believe a word that comes out of your mouth."

"I'm not lying."

"And even if it was true, I'm with Phil."

"Don't deny you have feelings for me."

"I love Phil." I replied raising my voice.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Yes Randy, I have feelings for you."

"I knew it..."

He moved towards me, a small smirk of his face. He reached an arm out to cup my face, but I pulled away.

"Dislike, disgust, ... I could go on but I think you get the picture."

"You have no romantic feelings for me at all?"

"I LOVE PHIL." I repeated.

"Than why didn't you tell him?"

"Tell him what? There is nothing to tell him."

"ABOUT US!" He yelled.

"Us? There is no us, Randy. There never was and there never will be."

He stepped forward again, I slapped his hand away as he reached for my face. He grabbed my wrist and held it, while he grabbed my other hand and I dropped my hoodie.

"Don't tell me you don't think about us?"

"No, I don't." I replied, snapping my arms away from him.

"But you know what they say, 'You never forget your first.'"

"I was sixteen, I've moved on since then."

"We should be together. We're perfect, we have a connection, we have chemistry and we have history."

"History being the operative word. Anything we may or may not have had, was teenage infatuation. What I feel for Phil, is real love."

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I pulled away from him completely and moved to the bench my bags were sitting on.

I pulled out a long top and put it on, picking my hoodie from the floor and putting it in my bag. I felt a hand on my shoulder but before I could open my mouth I was spun around, pushed against the wall and was attacked by a set of soft lips.

Immediately I pushed him off, surprised by the strength I seemed to possess.

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"That refresh any memories?" He smirked.

"Yeah, it does actually. It reminds me of why I carry pepper spray. Try that again, and I'll give you a demonstration."

"How do you think Punk would react if he found out that his precious girlfriend lost her virginity to the man he hates?"

"Are you threatening me?"

"Me? No, I'm simply asking a question."

"OK then, here's your answer. He'd be livid. But eventually, he'd forgive me because he loves me. You, on the other hand would have a target on your back."

"You think I'm scared of Punk?" He scoffed. "Even if I was, you are worth fighting for."

"I'm not a trophy. I'm not an object you can just claim possession over."

"Baby, you've been mine since I made you a woman." He smirked as he traced a finger across my collar bone.

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His head shot to the side as I delivered a sickening slap.

"Touch me again and I'll break your face."

"You used to love me touching you. Tell me, does Punk know all your sweet spots? Does he know that nibbling on your collar bone, ear lobe or jaw makes your knees go weak?"

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He leaned down.

"That whispering in you ear gives you goosebumps?"

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I suppressed a shiver as his hot breath met my neck.

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Randy pulled back slowly, looking straight into my eyes.

"Can he make you moan like I can?"

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I swallowed hard, finding it hard to breathe. I gathered my composure quickly, finding my voice.

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"No, he can't."

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A large grin broke out of Randy's face as I spoke. He licked his lips as he bent down to capture my lips again. I put my hand up stopping him, placing a finger against his lips.

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"Because with Phil, I don't have to fake it."

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With that I grabbed my bags and headed for the door.

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"He'll find out about us eventually, and do you really think he'll ever be able to touch you again? Knowing that I was there first."

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I grasped the handle as I heard his footsteps behind me and then felt his hand on mine.

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"Fuck you Orton." I spat.

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He smirked before leaning down to my ear.

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"He may have your heart right now, but just remember I'll always have your Cherry."

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I pulled open the door and pushed my way past him but not before he grabbed my arm and pulled me against him.

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"See you around, Cherry Bomb." He winked.

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I pulled away from him and took off down the hallway without another glance back.

Shit.

My teenage years had come back to bite me on the ass!

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