Disclaimer: My name is not Vince McMahon; therefore I do not own anything pertaining to the WWE. This includes Randy Orton and all other superstars, unfortunately. But if he would like to give himself to me, I would gladly accept.
A/N – Thank you for all the reviews that you guys have given me! It helps knowing that people are actually reading it, lol. Oh and also for those who don't know Amy is Lita real name, hope that didn't confuse anyone. And for this chapter, if you don't know, Paul is Triple H and Adam is Edge. I'm sure the majority of you know that, but I don't want anyone confused. Enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 5
Jordan woke to the sound of the toilet flushing and a loud moan. She slowly opened her eyes and saw a disheveled Stacy shutting the bathroom door. Jordan slowly pushed herself into a sitting position and looked at the clock; 9:30 it read.
"Oh my God," Jordan said with a groan, "I have never been this tired in my life."
"You look almost as bad as Stacy, what time did you get to bed?" a sleepy Trish asked from her position on the floor.
"Uh, six, I think. You all were out when I fell asleep," she replied.
Jordan got from her spot on the bed and went over to the floor length mirror on the closet door. Her eyes traveled over her wrinkled black pants and pink camisole. She had discarded her jacket around the second drink last night. Her eyes finally reached her disheveled hair before she said with a laugh, "Wow, I really do look as bad as Stacy."
"Oh shut up," Stacy replied. "I am never in my life drinking again."
"Yeah we'll see how long that lasts," Amy retorted.
"Well I don't know about you guys but my stomach is screaming 'food'," Trish said.
"Yeah me too, I am starving," Jordan said.
"Well then let's go downstairs and get some breakfast. Think you can make it Stace?" Amy asked.
"Yeah, just as long as a shower follows that, I feel disgusting," Stacy answered.
"Well, don't worry, I think we all look it," Jordan said with a laugh before exiting the room.
The girls made their way downstairs with relatively no talking. They all had practically no sleep and were defiantly feeling it. Once they arrived at the breakfast area the each filled their plates with the mediocre hotel food and found a table to sit at. As they were sitting down, a voice called out to them.
"Man, you guys are looking rough!"
The four women turned around to see Chris, Randy, Paul, and Adam laughing hysterically.
"Late night, ladies?" Chris asked with a smirk.
"Chris, if you'd like to keep your face looking all pretty like it is, then I suggest you keep you're mouth shut," Stacy retorted.
"So you think I'm pretty, Stace?" Chris asked with an even bigger grin, "I'm flattered."
"I really hate to interrupt your infamous, yet childish banter, but quite frankly it is giving me a headache," Trish interrupted.
"I second that," Amy agreed. "The food isn't that great and I'm exhausted so I think I'm going to go catch some more sleep."
"I think I will join you, Amz, catch you guys later," Trish added, as herself and Amy threw away their plates and headed for the elevator.
"Would you lovely ladies like to join us?" questioned a man that Jordan had not met.
"Absolutely not!" Stacy replied as she glared at Chris.
"What my third-grade friend meant to say was, yes thank you for asking," Jordan added with a smile.
Stacy threw another glare at Jordan, but got up and grabbed her plate all the same, as the boys moved down to make room for the women.
"Oh, Jordan, I don't think you have met Adam or Paul yet," Chris said.
"Actually, Paul and I met through Stephanie," Jordan said smiling at him. "I was even at his wedding."
"I have to say it's nice to see you again J, but I'm warning you guys the girl has a mouth on her," Paul said winking at her.
"This shy and precious thing right here?" Randy said pointing at her. "There is absolutely no way she has an attitude at all!" Randy said sarcastically.
For the first time that morning, Jordan allowed herself to fully look at Randy. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of black track pants. 'Great, he even looks good in the morning,' Jordan thought to herself. She was snapped out of her reverie by the other man at the table introducing himself to her.
"Hi, I'm Adam," he introduced.
'Wow, he has gorgeous brown eyes,' Jordan thought to herself. She quickly snapped herself out her thoughts, though and said, "Hi, Jordan Ryan. Nice to meet you."
"J, I think I'm gonna go back up, I'm not feeling to well," a very pale looking Stacy told Jordan.
"Sweetie, you don't look so good. Do you want me to come up with you?" Jordan asked.
"No, I'll go up with her, finish eating J," a very concerned looking Chris interjected.
Jordan smiled knowingly as Chris helped a still slightly hung over Stacy up to her room. 'Those two are so perfect for each other, they better figure it out soon,' Jordan thought to herself.
"So, I'm going to take a wild guess and say that alcohol was involved somehow last night," Adam said with a flirtatious grin.
"Yeah, you could definitely say that," Jordan grinned back.
Unbeknownst to the two, a very agitated Randy was watching their interaction intently. He didn't know why it bothered him so much to see Adam being so friendly with Jordan, but it did. 'Man, you are barely on speaking terms with the girl, why should it matter who she flirts with?' he berated himself. Instead of dwelling on the matter anymore, he decided to interrupt them.
"So Feisty, will you be joining us tonight?" Randy interjected. "We're all hit a club later, you should really come."
Jordan inwardly grinned at his nickname for her. It was actually stating to grown on her, much like he was.
"That's sound great, what time are we meeting?" Jordan asked.
"Be in the lobby at 9," Randy replied with a smile.
"Alright I'll see you guys later then. If I don't get some more sleep, I will be completely useless all day," Jordan said as she got up from the table. "It was great seeing you again Paul and it was very nice to meet you Adam," Jordan said smiling at the two men.
"What, no love for me?" Randy said with a feigned sad smile.
"Good-bye Randy. I'll see you boys tonight," Jordan said before turning and heading for the elevator. She sluggishly made her way up and into her room and went directly for her suitcase and dug out some Hello Kitty pajamas. She was known amongst her friends for her infamous pajamas and slippers, although she would probably die of embarrassment if anyone else was to find out about her secret obsession. She quickly settled into bed and slipped into a dreamless sleep.
Jordan awoke to a loud knocking on her door. She slowly opened her eyes and tried to focus on the clock next to her bed; 6:00 it read. "Wow, I didn't know I was that tired," Jordan said aloud to herself. She hopped out of bed and made her way to the door as the persistent knocking continued.
"Feisty, please open the door. I've been out here for five minutes and people are starting to look at me like I'm insane," Randy's voice called through the door.
"That's probably because you are, pretty boy," Jordan replied back through the door with laughter in her voice. She was about to open the door, when she looked down and noticed she was still wearing her pajamas. 'There is no way he can see me like this, I will never hear the end of it,' Jordan thought silently. She opened the door slightly, and stuck her head out so that he could not see her current state of dress.
"Hey, what's up," she tried to say nonchalantly.
"I was just coming by to see if you wanted to grab some dinner with me before we leave tonight," Randy replied. "But judging by the time it took you to open the door, I'm guessing that you just woke up."
"You would be correct. I really didn't expect to sleep as long as I did. Can I take a rain check on dinner?" Jordan asked.
With the smile that she was giving him, Randy was pretty sure he would give her anything at that moment. "Absolutely. I'm just glad to be in your good graces. I would really hate to have a repeat of your little airport scene," Randy replied with his signature grin.
"Well as long as you don't piss me off again, I'm pretty sure you're safe. Well for now at least," she replied with the same grin. Jordan really didn't know what it was about Randy that brought out the side of her that earned his nickname for her, but she decided she like it. She honestly hoped that they could get to know each other and become good friends.
"Oh, I'll get you back for that one," Randy grinned. "Well I'll leave you to do whatever it is that you women do to get ready."
"I'll see you later, Randy," Jordan said laughing.
"Later, Feisty," Randy replied with a wink.
Jordan watched him walk off down the hall and shook her head slightly, before closing her door. After glancing in the mirror, she decided that a shower was the place to start. She turned the hot water on and carefully stepped into the shower. As the hot water eased her muscles she couldn't but smile at how well her new situation was working out. She honestly couldn't remember hitting it off with so many people before. She had never really had many female friends before, so to meet someone like Stacy was especially a blessing. Not to mention Randy. 'Now there's a mystery,' Jordan thought out loud. Jordan wasn't quite sure what to think of their relationship. She has never gone from despising someone to wanting to genuinely get to know them so fast in her entire life. He intrigued her yet frustrated her in a way that, even as a psych major, she did not know how to analyze. So for now she would settle for getting to know him better and hopefully friendship.
Jordan felt the water getting cold and decided that it was time to get out. She wrapped a big fluffy towel around her body and exited the shower. She made her way out of the bathroom and into her room to pick out something to wear. She sighed heavily as she realized that she in no way had packed for clubbing. After thinking for a moment, she picked up her phone and dialed the now familiar number.
"Hello?" Stacy's ever happy voiced answered.
"Hey Stace. I'm kind of in a predicament here. I have absolutely no party clothes at all, do you know if any of the girls have anything I could borrow. Doesn't really matter what," Jordan said.
"Um, yeah, give me a minute and I'll be down there, Okay?" Stacy replied.
"You're the best! Thank you so much," a very grateful Jordan said before hanging up.
Jordan had just finished blow drying her hair and was brushing it out when a knock sounded at her door. She made her way to the door and opened it to see Stacy loaded down with more clothes than Jordan thought she even owned.
"Stacy, I need one outfit, not thirty," Jordan said with a laugh.
"I know, silly, but a girl must have choices," Stacy replied. "But don't worry, I will have you looking fabulous in know time!"
For what seemed like an eternity, Stacy had Jordan trying on outfits left and right, but everything was too small, too bright, too short, too long, or in Stacy's opinion 'just didn't work'. Jordan was almost at her breaking point when she tried on one of the last outfits that Stacy had brought over.
"So what do you think?" Jordan asked as she came out of the bathroom. She was wearing an emerald green silky halter top and a denim mini-skirt that was a tad too short for Jordan's taste. Black high-heeled sandals completed the outfit.
Stacy looked her over before smiling and yelling "Perfect!"
"You're sure the skirts not to short?" Jordan said slightly self-conscience.
"No it's perfect. Randy is going to die!" Stacy said excitedly.
"Stace, for the last time, I don't like Randy, so it does not matter what he thinks of what I'm wearing!" Jordan said exasperatedly.
"Okay, Okay. You don't like Randy. We'll just have to find a hottie at the club for you," Stacy said with a grin. "By the way girl I love your makeup, the whole smoky eye thing so works for you."
Jordan, in the midst of all the excitement of trying to get ready, had not even noticed how incredible Stacy looked. Stacy had a short, low-cut black dress on and matching black heels. 'Can't wait to see Chris' face now,' Jordan thought excitedly.
"J, it's 8:55, we should head down stairs or we will be late," Stacy said grabbing her purse.
"Alright, just let me grab my stuff," Jordan replied grabbing her bag and cell phone. "Okay, ready," she said opening the door.
The girls made their way to the elevator and down to the lobby. They saw their group as the exited the elevator; they all had their back turned to the two women and were talking. Trish was the first to spot them and winked before pointing them out to the rest of the group. The first thing Jordan noticed was Randy. She could not remember ever seeing another man look as good as he did. He was wearing black pants that fit him perfectly and a white button down shirt. She saw him make his way over towards her.
As Randy was walking towards her, he was amazed. 'She looks absolutely gorgeous,' he said to himself. Randy couldn't help be enamored be Jordan. She brought out something inside of him the very first night he had met her that no one in his life had ever brought out. As he reached her he leaned down to her and whispered, "You look amazing, Feisty."
"Thanks so do you," Jordan said honestly, trying to fight back a blush. Randy was standing so close that Jordan could feel the heat from his body. She took a slow breath in trying to slow her heart down and noticed how amazing he smelt. It was incredibly masculine and yet comforting at the same time. She took a small step back and glanced over to see Stacy sending her a knowing look. Jordan took noticed of how Chris was looking at her and sent the look right back at her. Stacy rolled her eyed before answering a question that Trish had apparently asked her.
"Shall we go ladies?" Chris asked the group.
"Aren't we going to wait for Paul, Adam, and Amy?" Jordan asked.
"Oh, they couldn't make it. Adam wasn't feeling very well and Paul wanted to stay and call Steph," Randy replied, inwardly glad that Adam wasn't coming along. As much as he liked the guy he didn't know if he could stand seeing him flirt with Jordan anymore.
"And Amy wanted to get to bed early to get her body back on schedule, so it just us five," Trish said.
"Alright then, let's go!" Stacy said.
The group made their way out and Jordan saw a black limousine parked out front.
"This is for us?" she asked slightly stunned.
"Yep, what can I say? We travel in style," Stacy said with a laugh.
The ride to the club was noisy and full of laughter. It seemed like it had barely been a minute when the limo stopped at the nightclub named 'Inferno'. 'Catchy name," Jordan thought as the group exited the car. Jordan was once again stunned when they walked straight passed an incredibly long line and went straight into the club. The noise was defining the second they walked in.
Chris whispered in Stacy's ear before she yelled over the noise, "We're gonna go dance."
Jordan sent her a knowing look before waving.
"We're going to do dance, too," Trish said gesturing toward Randy.
"We can't leave J here by herself Trish," Randy said with a concerned look.
"No it's fine, go have fun. I'm going to go get a drink," Jordan said.
"Are you sure girl?" Trish added.
Randy gave her another look before she said again, "Seriously, I'm a big girl, I'll be fine, Go!"
Jordan watched them as they left before heading in the direction of the bar. She hopped up on a barstool and waited for the bartender to come over to her. The bar was completely crowed and Jordan waited for what seemed like for ever, before the bartender finally asked her what she wanted.
"Margarita," she yelled over the music before pulling some money out of her purse.
The bartender handed her her drink and she turned around to watch the massive crowd. She had scanned the area for a few minutes before she spotted Chris and Stacy moving together towards the middle of the room. They were laughing and gesturing the whole time and looked to be having a blast. Jordan was trying to find Trish and Randy when a man sat down next her. He was looking her over in a sleazy way and right away Jordan felt uncomfortable.
"I would ask to buy you a drink sweet thing, but it looks like you already have one," The man said. "The name's Bryce."
"Well thanks for the offer anyway, Bryce," Jordan said while trying to get up.
"Hey you're not leaving are you?" He asked glancing her over.
'Can this guy not take a hint,' Jordan thought irritated. "Yeah, I'm meeting someone."
"Don't leave yet," he said placing his hand on her arm.
This set Jordan off.
"Look, I don't know who you are, but you better get you're hands off me!" she practically yelled.
"Hey, easy! I just want to talk," he replied pushing closer to her.
"Well, I don't so get off me!" she said struggling against him. Her struggle was interrupted by a hand on her back and a male voice entering the heated conversation.
"Hey babe, is there a problem here?" Randy interrupted. His voice was calm, but his eyes were staring at the man holding onto Jordan in a challenging way. Jordan slipped out of the man's possessive grip and slipped into Randy awaiting arms.
"Thank you so much, sweetie, I thought you might be standing me up," Jordan said playing along.
"Stand a woman as beautiful as you up? Never baby," Randy replied. "If there is nothing more here then we should dance," Randy said, daring the man to object.
The other man held his hands up in a defeated way as Randy took Jordan's hand and led her to the dance floor. As Randy pulled Jordan into his arms, the song "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls came on over the speakers.
"Thank you so much for that back there Randy," Jordan said sincerely, "That guy was serious starting to scare me."
"No problem, Feisty. That guy was a complete asshole and deserved a hell of a lot worse," Randy replied.
"Well, I'm glad you didn't. I would really hate if this night ended with you in handcuffs," Jordan joked as the swayed to the music.
"Yeah, I'm sure if that happened again, I would probably be fired," he laughed back.
"Again?" she asked.
"Yeah, long story. But to make it short, it was back when I first started in the WWE. I was drunk and some guy pissed me off and before I really realized the police were involved," he explained. "I don't think I've ever been as mad at myself as I was when I sobered up."
"We all make mistakes," Jordan said softly," Lord knows I've made more than I can count, but those are stories for later."
"There is so much I want to know about you, Feisty," Randy said sincerely.
"Me, too. I know nothing about you," Jordan replied.
"I have an idea. How about we hang out tomorrow night? We can get some pizza and just lounge around and talk," Randy suggested.
"I'd like that. But I still reserve the right to beat you down if you piss me off," Jordan replied with a wicked smirk.
"Well, of course," Randy added with the same smile.
The pair dance together and laughed together for the remainder of the night. But it seemed like a lot shorter of a time when Chris, Trish, and Stacy found them. Stacy winked at Jordan before asking if they were ready to go.
"Yeah, I guess we've been here for awhile," Jordan replied looking around. The club's population had dwindled greatly since she had last taken notice.
Randy hand guided Jordan by the small of her back as the left they left the club and Jordan realized that she felt completely safe around Randy. His presence had a calming affect on her and she was starting to like it a little too much.
'Just friends, Jordan, just friends,' she told herself.
The ride home was an extremely quite one, as most of the group was completely exhausted, but Jordan was lost in her jumbled thoughts as she stared the window. She was awoken from her daydreams, though, when the driver informed them they were at the hotel. The group all made their way to the elevator and up to their rooms. When the elevator doors opened Trish said good- bye to the group as Chris and Randy led the other two women to their rooms. When Randy and Jordan arrived at her door, Jordan turned to see Chris and Stacy exchange some quite words before hugging and saying good-bye. Jordan sighed happily before turning towards Randy. He was gazing intently at her when she looked at him.
"What are you looking at?" Jordan asked.
"You," he replied simply and softly.
Jordan blushed at the look he was giving her and glanced away. She decided that she really needed to go before she did something completely irrational. 'He is just being nice, do not read into this,' she told herself.
"Well, umm, I better go, it's late and like I said this morning, I'm completely useless tired so," Jordan manage to get out.
"You're probably right. I'm the exact same way," Randy replied. "I'll see you tomorrow night, Feisty," he said as he pulled her into a hug.
Jordan relished in the feeling of him so close to her before pulling away. "Bye pretty boy," she said with a wink before sliding her card through her door and opening it. She smiled at him softly before closing the door. She removed her makeup and changed her clothes in a haze. She slipped into bed and turned off the small lamp next to her bed, but could not control the thoughts swirling in her head.
'You can not read into Randy,' she told herself, 'He is just being nice to you because you're new. He probably just wants to get to know you as a normal friend and that's all you should want too.' Despite her inner protests, Jordan fell asleep thinking of the way she felt in Randy's arms.