This is my first attempt at writing, so any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated!
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.
Chapter 7
Jordan had managed to divide her time throughout the rest of the day. She spent half of the time reading and watching television and the other half watching the clock and nervously fidgeting.
"Oh what am I so nervous about?" Jordan finally said aloud exasperatedly to herself as she tried to bite on her already gnawed fingernail. 'Maybe it's because you know he'll get you to open up about things you don't want to open up about,' she said to herself. She already knew how comfortable she felt around him and was terrified about what that might bring. "It will be fine," she told herself as she looked at the overly watched clock. Six o'clock it read. She remembered that Randy said he'd be there at six-thirty and decided she should probably start getting ready. Two make-up applications, seven outfit changes, and twenty-five frustrating minutes later and Jordan was finally satisfied with her appearance. She had decided to let her hair dry naturally, so her long brown waves fell around her face. Her outfit consisted of jeans and a simple white tank top. She had decided that simple and comfortable was the best route to take with the day. She slipped on a pair of turquoise flip-flops and pick up her purse and threw a couple of necessity items such as lip gloss, gum, and a hair tie in, before finally sitting on the edge of her bed to wait anxiously for Randy. She was so busy telling herself to stay calm that the casual knock her door caused her to fall completely off her bed and let awkwardly on her left ankle.
"Smooth start, J" she whispered to herself as she rubbed her now aching ankle. She picked herself up and walked towards the door, trying to avoid limping the best she could. She took a last deep breath before opening the door. Nothing could have prepared Jordan for how amazing Randy looked at that exact moment. He was casually leaning against her doorframe wearing jeans and a blue, un-tucked button-down shirt. The first thing, however, that Jordan noticed was the incredibly sweet smile that he was wearing on his face.
"Why hello feisty, you are looking absolutely ravishing," Randy said with a grin.
"You don't look to bad yourself pretty boy," Jordan replied trying to hind her now oncoming blush.
"I thought we could run down to this little café I passed earlier and grab some dinner and then come back up and just hang, is that cool?" Randy asked.
"Sounds great," Jordan replied with a smile, "lead the way."
The pair quickly exited the hotel and made their way down to a little place called Jolene's Café. After they were seated, Jordan took one look at her menu and then looked up at Randy excitedly.
"Oh you are my absolute best friend for bringing me here! Smoothies are the best," Jordan said vivaciously.
"I'm glad you like," Randy responded with a smile.
Their waitress returned and they both ordered with Jordan, of course, adding a smoothie to her request.
The two talked idly until the waitress returned with their food and Jordan's beloved smoothie. She sighed contently as she took her first drink.
"You know you really should try one," Jordan spoke.
"Strawberry, peach, and banana sounds a little too girly to me," Randy replied with a slight grimace.
"Oh, of course mister tough guy can't be seen with a 'girly drink'," Jordan said rolling her eyes. "A little insecure about your manhood, Randy?" she said with a sly smile.
"You just love to get on my nerves don't you feisty?" Randy said with a glare. "And for the record my manhood is just fine."
"Nice to know," she said with a wink.
"See where your mind goes, J? Straight to the gutter," Randy said laughing.
"Hey I was just kidding, but this conversation can go no where good," Jordan said with a smile. "So, tell me something incredibly embarrassing about yourself."
"Way to casually start a conversation, J," Randy said sarcastically. "Well, at one of my very first shows at OVW, my wrestling tights completely ripped apart at the crotch. I was wearing something under them obviously, but it was still mortifying," he finished with a laugh and a slight blush.
"Okay, now that is hilarious," Jordan said trying to control her laughter. She looked up still smiling and locked eyes with Randy. He held her gaze intensely, before finally asking her, "So tell me something embarrassing about you, Jordan Ryan."
She blushed slightly before admitting to him, "I was actually a little nervous about tonight, so when you knocked on the door it startled me and I fell right off my bed."
Randy looked at her for a moment before busting out laughing. "Okay, am I that scary?" Randy asked still laughing. "Why were you nervous?"
"No you're not scary, I don't know why I was nervous, I just was," Jordan responded with a deep blush.
"Well I glad you got here alive, sweetie," Randy said laughing again.
"Oh shut up! I never should have told you that," Jordan said.
"Yeah, probably not, but I'll drop it for now," Randy told her with a huge smile. He looked down at his now empty plate before saying, "Well I'm finished, are you ready to go?"
"Yep, let's go," Jordan said picking up her purse. Randy came around and pulled out her chair for her. As she stood up, she once again locked eyes with Randy. The intense blue of them soothed Jordan in a way that she did not know how to explain. She had to look down at the floor to keep her breathing in check. As they exited the restaurant and Jordan looked over at the confident yet casual way Randy carried himself, she could not help but be excited and a little anxious about what the rest of the night held.