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Chapter 3

Randy hadn't had much luck with Batista which was probably due to the fact that Dave still hadn't fully forgiven him after a bust up in 2005 over Melina. Batista had been putting the moves on his sister and Randy had taken offence, punching the Animal in the mouth. They had never been what you would call close but Dave was one of the few people Randy could picture being his friend.

After failing to convince Batista to be his friend, Randy had tried both the McMahon children which had nearly lead to him being suspended again. He'd also tried and failed to convince Torrie Wilson that they could be friends. Apparently, Torrie didn't like to be friends with the co-workers on the roster that she'd also slept with and Randy decided that he couldn't stomach being friends with her anyway.

The last person he'd approached was Candice Michelle. Things were going well between them until she started bitching about Melina. Randy had managed to ignore the comments to begin with but after an hour of non stop bitching, the Legend Killer couldn't take anymore.

After making one of the lamest excuses known to man, Randy now found himself alone in the catering area of the arena on Monday afternoon. For once, he had arrived early but after the Candice incident he was beginning to wish he hadn't bothered. He was also beginning to wish he'd never made this stupid bet with his sister to begin with. Deciding that his best option was just to hand over the money to Melina and forget all about trying to make one of his co-workers into his best friend. He was Randy Orton he didn't need a best friend.

That was until a certain redhead walked into the room. She was looking sad for reasons Randy didn't know, nor did he really care but befriending Lita would make him winning the bet a sure thing. He wasn't sure why he hadn't thought of her before but she was the perfect person. He smirked to himself before turning his attention to Lita.

As Lita went to grab a bottle of water, she caught sight of Randy Orton out of the corner of her eye. She noticed he was smirking in her direction. That couldn't be good. Deciding to be nice because after all she was a nice person, she shot him a smile.

"Hey Lita."

"Hey Randy," Lita replied brightly. "How's it going?"

He rubbed the side of his jaw, "It's going good … just got better, actually."

Lita raised her eyebrow, "Really?"

"Yeah. Would you care to join me?"

"Okay."

"Okay?" Randy echoed her. He wasn't expecting her to be so easily persuaded.

The diva smiled at him, "Yeah, okay as in yes I would like to join you." She sat down opposite him. "So, why did your day just get better?"

He returned her smile, "Honestly? You just walked in."

Lita rolled her eyes, "Does that line usually work?"

Randy pretending to look offended, "Line? Line? It wasn't a line."

She wasn't really sure why she was laughing, maybe it was the look on his face, "I believe you Randy."

"I'm glad about that. Lovely weather we're having." Randy said, quickly changing the subject.

Lita snorted, "Since when did you care about the weather?" Before Randy could answer, her cell phone rang. She pulled it out of her pant pocket and answered it just before it went to voicemail, "Hello?"

"Hey babe, it's me."

"Hi, where are you?" The redhead asked the caller.

"I'm at the airport, killing time before my flight. Where are you?" the voice asked.

"I'm in catering at the moment, talking to Randy," Lita admitted.

"Orton?"

Lita rolled her eyes, even though he couldn't see her, "How many other Randys do we know?"

"Since when do you hang out with Orton?"

"Since you decided to leave me," Lita retorted quickly.

"Ouch. Once again you wound me. Don't you love me anymore?"

"Of course I still love you, Ads. I just miss you is all ... I'm lonely without you."

Randy listened to the conversation with interest. At first he thought she was talking to Cena but obviously it was Edge. And if he wasn't mistaken Lita had just confessed to be lonely. She was exactly what he needed. A sweet and vulnerable person that he could take advantage of and win this stupid bet with his sister. "Perfect."

"What's perfect?" Lita asked him.

Randy snapped out of his thoughts, he'd been so busy thinking about taking advantage of Lita he hadn't noticed she'd hung up the phone, "Sorry … what?"

"You just said perfect."

"Did I?" He furrowed his brow for effect.

"Yes … are you going to tell me what's perfect or not?"

Randy shook his head slightly, luckily for him, lying came second nature to him, "Just thinking about a great spot for tonight's match … it's perfect."

"Okay. That was Edge on the phone. He's at the airport."

Randy yawned, "And you're telling me this because?"

"I'm sorry, am I boring you?" Lita asked. The tone in her voice, indicating she was not amused.

"Not at all, I'm the one who should be apologising. I had kind of a busy night if you know what I mean? I met these twins at the hotel bar and they really like to …"

Lita held up her hand, indicating for him to shut up, "I'm begging you not to finish that sentence. I have zero desire to hear about your sex life."

He smirked at her, "You're not jealous are you?"

"Me … jealous of you?" She rolled her eyes, "I don't think so."

"Are you sure because it kinda sounded like you were just a little bit jealous," Randy teased.

She ran a hand through her hair, "Then you clearly have wax in your ears."

Randy laughed, "Whatever you say. Anyways, do you know what you're doing tonight for the show yet?"

"Nice change of subject there Orton."

Orton shrugged, "I thought you didn't want to talk about my sex life? I have no problem with sharing."

Lita made a face, "No thanks and to answer your question, I've got no clue yet what I'm doing. I'm just hoping I don't get stuck in some shitty angle where Candice beats me for the next ever. I was hoping for an angle with Melina but unless I make a sudden face turn, I can't see that happening."

Before Randy could reply, the door swung open and the current women's champion walked in. As she walked towards the food, she shot Randy a curious look. Randy smirked at her, raising both brows.

Lita noticed the smirk appear on his face and turned around to see who he was looking at. She smiled politely at Melina who returned the smile. The redhead quickly turned her attention back to the Legend Killer, "I guess I better get going. Good luck in your match tonight."

He grinned at her, "Thanks, but I don't need any luck … I already know I'm going to win."

Lita rolled her eyes as she got up from the table, "Whatever Orton … whatever."

Randy shifted in his seat slightly, "No doubt I'll be seeing you later."

The former women's champion shot him a curious look but said nothing as she headed towards the door.

As soon as she'd left the room, Melina took her place at the table, "Tell me that thing you had going on there isn't what I think it is?"

Randy shrugged, "That all depends on what you think it is Mel, doesn't it?"

Melina ran a hand through her hair and sighed loudly, "You're going to use Lita to win the bet."

Randy waved it off, "Use is such a harsh word. Lita will be assisting me to win the bet."

His sister shook her head, "Couldn't you find anybody else?"

"I haven't tried," Randy lied.

Melina laughed, "Pft, not what I heard. And don't forget I saw Edge blow you off in the hotel last week so don't even try to deny that."

"Shit," Randy cursed under his breath, "I wasn't really trying with Edge. But I'm curious, what's wrong with having Lita as my friend?"

"There's nothing wrong with it. She's just too nice for you to shit on."

Randy made a face, "Since when did you care about Lita?"

Melina gave him an innocent smile, "I'm a very caring person, Rand. You should know that by now."

"Bullshit." Randy coughed into his hand.

"Whatever! I have to go. See you later."

Her brother pouted, "Aren't you going to wish me luck tonight?"

"No, you already know you're going to win." She winked at him before walking away.

Randy shook his head, "I'm so going to win this bet."