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Chapter 2

Later that night back at his hotel room, Randy had just finished his usual post sex cigarette, as he stubbed out the butt in the ashtray on the night stand he glanced down at the brunette woman in the bed besides him. Who was, by the look of it about to settle herself down for the night, "Get out," he said coldly.

The woman shot him a confused look, "Excuse me?"

Randy rolled his eyes, "I said get out. You're really not expecting to stay here with me are you?"

"Um … yeah."

He snorted, "Oh please, like that was ever going to happen. I thought you understood that. I never would have brought you back here otherwise. I could have had anybody in the bar tonight. I thought you were cool with this."

"So you just used me? Is that it?"

Randy nodded, "Bingo, now if you don't mind, I'm kinda tired so if you could just get out in the next couple of minutes, that would be peachy."

"You bastard," the woman spat bitterly as she got out of the bed and began gathering her things.

He smirked at her, "Thank you. I pride myself in being a bastard."

The woman was now on the verge of tears, "I have nowhere else to go."

"And I should care about that because?"

"Because I'm here with you in your hotel and we just had sex."

Randy rubbed his chin, pretending to think about what the woman had just said, "Still not getting why I should care. Get reception to call you a cab or something. I'm sure you'll work something out. Just get out of here."

By this time, tears were starting to roll down the petite woman's face as she pulled her black dress over her head. She stumbled as she slipped on her black shoes.

If she was trying to appeal to Randy's softer side by turning on the waterworks she was sadly mistaken. "You've got thirty seconds to get out of here before I throw you out myself."

"Don't worry, I'm going." She turned to walk towards the door.

"Bye, it's been fun … really," Randy called out to her retreating form. He waited until she'd left the room before settling himself in the bed, "Thank fuck for that. I thought she was never going to leave."

The next morning, Randy made his way down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. Usually, he didn't eat in hotel restaurants as a rule but he knew a lot of the other wrestlers and divas did so that would be the perfect place to put his plan into action. As he entered through the door, he saw the person he'd been hoping would be there. The only problem was he wasn't alone. Quickly deciding that it didn't matter, Randy approached their table, "Mind if I join you?"

Edge stopped what he was about to say and shot him a confused look, "We're kind of in the middle of something here, Orton."

Randy frowned but sat down next to the blond man anyway, "What's up? Maybe I could help."

From across the table the other occupant, Lita, gave him a 'what the fuck' face, since when did Randy care about anybody but himself, "Erm, I'm going go with no but you can stay because I have to go. I've gotta meet John in about five minutes." She leaned across the table and kissed the Canadian once on the lips. "I'll call you when I get home."

Randy smirked, "Got one of those for me, Lita?"

"I don't think so, Randy. I'll see you on Friday, though." With that she picked up her purse, "See ya later, babe."

"Bye," Randy replied with a grin before Edge could answer.

"She was talking to me, Numb Nuts," Edge complained.

"Well, duh."

"Whatever, I gotta go. Good luck in your match tonight, Adam," the redhead said as she departed from the table.

Edge turned to face the new WWE champion, "What the fuck do you want?"

Randy made a face, this wasn't exactly going the way he thought it would and he'd only just sat down, "I just thought we could hang out and get some breakfast."

The blond Canadian pushed the empty plate in front of him forward, "I already ate and since when did you want to hang out with me?"

"We've hung out a lot," Randy lied.

Edge shook his head, "No we haven't. You've never really talked to me unless its work related, so cut the crap and tell me what you want."

Randy held his hands up in defence, "Sorry dude … did you get out of the wrong side of the bed this morning or something?"

Edge blinked, "Or something and seeing as you won't tell me what the hell you want … I'm leaving." He stood up and grabbed his bag from under the table. "I'm going to try and catch up with Amy." The blond man stormed out of the restaurant.

"Oh great going, Orton," Randy muttered to himself. He looked up, seemingly sensing he was being watched to find Melina looking at him from the other side of the restaurant. He gave her a little wave before getting up from the table trying to ignore the fact she was grinning at him like a Cheshire Cat. "Fanfuckingtastic."

In the hotel lobby, Edge had managed to catch up with the redhead, "I'm sorry about Orton butting in back there."

Lita smiled at him, "Not your fault. What did he want anyways?"

The tall blond man shrugged, "I have no clue. Some shit about wanting us to hang out."

"You and Orton? Since when do you hang out?"

"We don't. I told him that too."

Lita gasped slightly, "Oh, Adam. You didn't? Dude, that's mean."

Edge rolled his eyes, "No, it's the truth. Anyways, I'm going to go back to my room and watch some tv. Say hi to Cena for me."

Lita dropped her head, suddenly studying her shoes like they were the most interesting thing in the world, "Will do."

Edge eyed her curiously, "Amy? What's the matter?"

The diva sniffed, "Nothing, babe. I'm fine."

He wasn't buying this for a moment, "And I'm Santa Claus. What gives?" He lifted her chin up gently with his finger, "You're crying."

She gave him the tiniest hint of a smile as the tears silently rolled down her face, "Thank you Captain Obvious."

"Do you want to come upstairs and talk about it?" Lita had been his on screen girlfriend for the last two years and his off screen best friend for even longer. He hated to see her upset.

Lita quickly wiped the tears away with her hand, "I can't, Cena will be here any minute and besides I'm just being silly."

"I'll be the judge of that, tell me. Come on, Leets, don't make me beg cause that wouldn't be pretty." He winked at her and she smiled at him.

"I'm just going to miss you, that's all. You're on Smackdown, I'm back on Raw and now you've finished your programme with Batista after last night I'm not going to see you at all anymore." When Edge didn't reply immediately, Lita continued, "See? I told you I was being silly. I mean, who misses … you?"

He shot her a wounded look, "Thanks a lot. I love you too but it's not the end of the world, babe. And besides it's not like we're not going to see each other again. There's always the pay per views."

"That won't be the same though, will it? Look I can see Cena hobbling in this direction, I better go. I'll call you when I get home. We can talk about it then." She squeezed his hand tightly, "Bye."

"Bye," Edge echoed. He watched her walk towards the former WWE champion before turning on his heels and heading towards the elevator.

Just as Edge had stepped inside the elevator, Batista entered the lobby from the restaurant, closely followed by Randy, "Hey Batista … dude, wait up."