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Chapter 8

"Hey, I can't be that scary, can I?" Randy said slipping Jordan out of her current reverie.

She smiled with a quick blush before replying, "No, it's just, isn't this a little weird? I mean you don't even know me."

"Well isn't that the point?" Randy answered with the sweetest smile that Jordan had ever seen.

Jordan smiled back at him before noticing a famous site in front of her. "Oh my gosh, is this Central Park?" she asked excitedly.

"Yeah, you never been?" Randy replied noticing that excitement in Jordan's eyes.

"No but I've always wanted to, come on!" she said while pulling his hand after her. Jordan practically dragged him all the way to an empty bench. Even though it was a chilly night there were still many people around them. As they sat down Jordan looked down and noticed her hand was still firmly locked with Randy's and quickly pulled it away with a quiet "sorry." Randy looked off into the distance and just slightly laughed at Jordan's shyness. If he were to be honest with himself, he would have realized that holding her hand didn't feel all that wrong to him either.

"All I meant back there was I'm not used to getting many offer from guys to hang out," Jordan said, "Not that this is a big deal or anything, I just mean…well you know…"

"No I don't think I know what you mean, Feisty, why don't you explain it more," Randy replied with an evil glint in his eye. He just loved to see her at a lost for words.

"Oh you are such a jerk!" Jordan said pushing him away.

"All jokes aside, I find it very hard to believe that you aren't constantly surrounded by guys," Randy said.

"I don't know, I've only had two serious relationships. In high school I had a bunch of friends, but I studied a lot, so…" Jordan said with a shrug.

"So what went wrong with the two?" Randy inquired with genuine interest.

"Well with the first, we were just too young to be as serious as we were, so it was a mutual thing and the second guy, well, it's a long story," Jordan said looking down.

"Hey, I got time!" Randy said with a huge grin.

"Maybe, some other time, I want to here about the illustrious love life of the one and only Randy Orton," Jordan said, quickly changing the subject.

"Okay, I'll let it slide for now, but only because you flatter me. Only one serious relationship and basically she was a complete liar. She saw an up and coming wrestling star and jumped on the band wagon as quickly as she could," Randy said with utter distain in his eyes. "And slept with every other up and coming star she could on the way. The saddest part was everyone kept telling me what a slut she was, but I never believed it. She had me around her finger for two years, two whole years."

"God, Randy I'm sorry. At least you finally did get rid of her. People like that make me sick," Jordan replied. Without even knowing the girl's name Jordan already thought she was the stupidest person on the face of the planet. Anyone that could lie and hurt someone like Randy like that deserved to have their asses thoroughly kicked in her view.

"Yeah, I walked in on her and a friend of mine after a show. But the past is past and I'm over it. Right now I'm sitting with the lovely and always sassy Jordan Ryan in Central Park and having an awesome time, so screw her," Randy replied.

"Cheers to that, of course not literally," Jordan said with a huge smile as she raised a bottle of water that she had bought from a street vendor.

"Touché. All right, better subject, tell me about your family," Randy said.

"My family? Okay I'll give you the quick version. Well, my dad is the Administrative Assistant for Vince and that's how I got this job. He's been in this business for as long as I can remember and was gone a lot when I was young. He's the typical successful "you have to find a career and set a goal by the age of ten" dad. Not that I'm complaining he's always been there for me, he's just a little pushy sometimes. My mom is a divorce attorney. She never ceased to amaze me growing up. No matter how busy she was she always found time to go to my basketball games or Aidan's soccer games."

"Who's Aidan?" Randy asked.

"Ahh, Aidan. He's my brother, Twin brother actually. He likes to throw it in my face that he's two and a half minutes older than me," Jordan said with a smile. "He's a pain, but I love him to death. What about you?"

"Well, my dad was a wrestlers and that's why I love wrestling so much. Between him and my granddad, it's pretty much in my blood to love it. My mom is a nurse and has been since before I was born. I have a younger sister Becky and younger brother Nathan. We're all pretty close."

"It must be hard, huh? Jordan asked noticing the bittersweet look in Randy's eyes.

"What?" Randy asked curiously.

"Being away from your family."

"Yeah. It's really hard sometimes. Like after you've had a really hard match and you've been on the road for three months straight. All you want to do is act like a five-year old and go home and let your mom take care of you. It really sucks sometimes, but that's how much I love this business," Randy finished with genuine happiness in his eyes.

"I've always wanted to have a career like that. Something that I didn't do for the money or for my dad. Something that I was truly passionate about," Jordan said. "I thought that it was psychiatry, but as I was filling out my med school applications, I got to a point where I just couldn't anymore, you know? Somewhere inside me I knew that there was something else I was destined for. Sounds stupid, huh?" Jordan said with a slight laugh.

"Not at all. I've only known you for a week and I can already tell you have so much going for you. You should never settle," Randy replied. He spoke with warmth that made Jordan feel completely at ease. Something she hadn't felt in the longest time.

"Thank you," Jordan said honestly. She shivered and Randy immediately noticed.

"You're freezing, we should head back," he said as he offered his hand to her. She slipped her hand into his as he helped her to her feet and did her best to ignore the tingly feeling that was left when he pulled his hand away. The walk back to the hotel was a quite one as both Jordan and Randy were both caught up in their own thoughts. A huge yawn from Jordan broke the silence between the two as the elevator dinged open at their floor.

"You're exhausted, we'll hang out in my room some other night," Randy said with a smile.

"I'm not that tired," Jordan said as she yawned once again.

"You need sleep, Feisty. You aren't as funny when you're tired."

"Well, thanks," Jordan said sarcastically.

"Anytime," Randy said with a smile,

"Honestly though, thanks for tonight. I haven't gotten out and just talked like this in forever," Jordan said looking directly into Randy's eyes.

"I haven't either. I'll see you tomorrow, okay Jordan?" Randy replied.

"Tomorrow," she said shaking her head in approval. She was about to turn and open her door, when Randy pulled her body into his for a hug. She let him hold her like this and relished in the warm feeling that his touch seemed to generate. He pulled away and waved slightly before turning and walking to his room down the hall.

"Well, if I wasn't confused before," Jordan said softly as she entered her room. She walked into the connecting bathroom and looked into the mirror. The reflection that she saw was glowing, something she certainly wasn't used to. 'I could get used to it,' she thought with a smile as she turned off the light and headed straight to bed.