Ted and I rose from our slumbers at around 7am the next morning. Well, if it wasn't for Ted's great memory, we wouldn't have been up in time to make the coach. I shoved everything I could into the suitcase, settling on a pair of skinny jeans and a vest to travel to Louisville in. We ordered a quick room service sandwich each before retreating down to the confectionary counter with our luggage to grab some snacks for the trip. It wasn't going to be a long journey, around 2 hours maximum, Ted had said, but considering we'd only had a scabby little sandwich, it just wouldn't keep us for the trip. As I picked up a bag of liquorice and a handful of chocolate bars, I began to relive the feelings of the night before.
"Let me get these for you", Randy's voice hit me like a train. My heart started to pound faster and my hands suddenly became clammy.
"I'm okay, thankyou", I insisted as I handed the cashier the goods to put under the scanner. I reached for my purse in the shoulder bag I had on, only to look back up and see Randy had already payed for it.
"You didn-", He cut me off.
"I wanted to, ok?", He picked the candy from the counter and pushed them all into my small shoulder bag. I felt the need to shove them back in his face and ask him to leave, but this trip was more for him than for me, and it felt like I couldn't escape right now. It wasn't asif I didn't want anything to do with him either, I just really didn't want to be messed around.
"Can we sit together on the coach?", Randy asked out of the blue. A knot formed in my stomach, just like the night before, and I felt sick. Just before I was going to answer, Ted nudged me in the back, trying to be inconspicuous by readying a magazine from the shelf.
"Uhm, ok. I guess we could", I felt more reluctant that day, asif I now had the power to control what went on. In my heart though, I knew that if Randy said the right things, I'd be putty in his hands once again.

We boarded the coach immediately, and Randy found us a two seater close to the back of the coach. Ted, again trying to be inconspicuous, occupied the seat in front so he could keep his eye out. I sat on the aisle seat so I could move seats easily if need be. Everyone boarded the coach, leaving a few random seats empty. Ted occupied the seat next to him with a bag to make sure I had somewhere to escape to if Randy got hands on. Next to me, Mike and a few of the Diva's sat talking, aswell as Stu and Paul. I fastened my seatbelt just as the coach set off, and I kicked my shoes off onto the floor so I could cross my legs on the seat.
"Is there something wrong?", Randy asked as he watched me get slightly agitated by the lack of room I had.
"No, I'm fine", I stressed. I took a deep breath then sat back in my seat. I had two hours to get my message across, that maybe it was better if we were just friends. But I couldn't do it, and it wasn't asif he didn't give me the opening.
"Randy, can we talk?", I turned my head to face him. He was looking directly out of the window, and as soon as he caught eye contact his facial expression changed. It was like he knew what I was going to say wouldn't benefit him in anyway.
"Sure, I guess we can", Randy pulled the one earphone from his ear, flicking off his ipod and putting it in his bag, "What's on your mind?".
"Well, we've know each other literally 48 hours.. less than that, really. And I still don't know what the hell I'm doing, or why I'm doing it, but I think that we should just be friends..", I'd got it out. No stuttering, no stammering.
"What made you change your mind?", Randy sighed into the leather. His face was etched with sadness, and inside I felt guilty.
"It's not that I changed my mind, it's just, I don't know you. You don't know me. We could have gone on pretending like it's ok to be almost in bed with each other after a day, but that's not what I want. I don't know about you, but I'd rather wait.. and if you don't want to, I completely understand", I spoke without having to take a breath. He seemed to be all ears, and listening to me intently.
"So, what brought this on? Just last night you were fighting the urge to come to my room, and yesterday morning... ", He frowned in my direction.
"I know, Randy. I know about you and your track record with girls. What brought this on is that I don't want to be another notch on your belt of greatness, and I definitely don't want to have a reputation of being easy. I want to keep my dignity in tact", I couldn't look him in the eye, but instead played the hem of my shirt.

"No, I understand. For the past few months I have gone a little crazy, and it has ruined me and benefited me. Don't believe I don't respect women, because I do, more than anything", He turned his full body towards me, taking my hands in his.
"I believe you, I do. But can I ask you one question?", He nodded, his eyes pleading with mine,"what were you hoping for with me? Did you just see me as another piece of ass?". It had to be asked. He didn't answer, he just shrugged in his seat. A lump formed in my throat, and I had to fight back the urge to slap him.
"It's good to know", I looked to floor then turned my body so I was facing the front. I threw my head back so it hit the headrest, and sighed whilst closing my eyes. How could I have been so stupid? I gathered my things together and moved to the empty seat next to Ted. I heard Randy groan as I slumped into the seat. I was guilt ridden and I felt unbelievably sick. The candy bars and the bags of liquorice I'd gotten didn't seem so tasty anymore.
"I'm sorry", Ted whisped as he pulled me close to him. I rested my head on his shoulder, he rested his cheek on the top of my head.
"It's ok. I'd rather have known than have been kept in the loop and been hurt. Thankyou for telling me! I knew there was a reason I loved you", I grinned as I squeezed Ted in an embrace.
"48 hours ago, life was so different. It's amazing how fast things can change. I couldn't keep that from you, but I didn't want to ruin it for you either", Ted spoke softly, then planted a kiss on my forehead,"I love you too, kid".

I decided to try get some sleep for the rest of the journey to Louisville. Ted let me borrow his ipod to drown out the sound of the rest of the bus chatting, and I drifted into a deep sleep within moments. It was nice to forget about him for a little bit, and just sleep. He didn't bother me the rest of the journey, which I was glad about as I would have lost my temper with him and said something I didn't mean. As soon as we'd reached the hotel in Louisville, Ted shook me to get me to wake up.
"You ready to go?", Teddy asked as I pulled my eyes open. I nodded as I undid my seatbelt and rose from the seat. I could feel my hair was a mess, and I ached a little from the lack of room I had to move around whilst I slept. We made our way off of the coach, Randy awkward shuffling behind me. As we walked around the side of the coach, I realised there was a bunch of fans waiting to get autographs and pictures. Ted got a bunch of girls coming upto him asking for a photo, so I offered to take the pictures for them, doing my part.
"Teddy's such a ladies man", A blonde grinned at Ted as she walked upto him. I recognised her from the show last night straight away. She didn't have the short dress or her hair done fancy but I definitely recognised her.
"Maryse, have you met my cousin, Jenna?", Ted asked the blonde. Maryse shook her head then looked at me. It was asif she hesitated before sticking her hand out.
"I'm Maryse, it's great to meet you", There was that accent again, that I'd heard last night.
"I'm Jenna, it's nice to meet you too", I smiled as I shook her hand. There was a vibration in my pocket as soon as I let go of her hand. Pulling out my phone, I checked the screen. 1 New Message - Randy O. I groaned at the thought, then pressed read.
'Let me show I'm sorry. Just because I have issues with relationships, doesn't mean I have issues with having friendships. I'm sorry I'm such a jerk and that it took you literally a few hours to realise that. Everything I've told you in the past 48 hours is true. Your smile IS all I think about, and you are beautiful. But if I'm not mature enough to realise that you can give me everything I want, then I don't deserve you. But, please, don't deny me as a friend. Just two days ago I wouldn't have felt guilty about trying it on with someone. Now, I can't get this sickening and awful feeling out because I don't know what to do. I don't know how I'll be able to concentrate without seeing your face everyday.. I understand also, if you can't forgive me. I'm an asshole, but I'm still sorry. RKO XXXX'.

I clicked clicked off the page and pushed the phone into my pocket so nobody would realise what had just happened. I'd have to make up an excuse as to why I'd checked my phone and also try and act like I was telling the truth.
"Everything ok?", Maryse asked as I straightened out my clothes. I looked up at her and nodded with a smile on my face.
"Everything is perfect", I smiled.
"Cool", Maryse believed me, thank God,"Do you want to have a girls night after the house show tonight? I know Ted was saying you haven't met any girlfriends yet and I'd love to introduce you to the others. I'll buy some wine and chocolate?".
"Are you sure? I mean, I can be pretty boring", I sighed. What was I doing? A WWE Diva had just offered to get some girlfriends together to have a girls night, just for me and I was actually like a totally knob.
"Absolutely! And they'll be so up for it..", Maryse smiled as she linked my arm,"Besides, Mike told me you were a beauty therapist.. manicure's all round, right?".
"Thankyou, Maryse, that's really.. nice", I grinned at her as she began to pull me along, into the hotel lobby.
"Anytime, honey. Remember, if you need anything, I'm always here.. whether it's boy troubles, girl troubles or you just need someone to talk to, I'm always available for a chat", Maryse assured me, looking directly into my eyes,"Pass me your phone, I'll give you my mobile number". I handed my phone to Maryse straight away, and she began to type digits. Looking around, I saw a few of the guys I had met the other night. John, Mike, Paul, Stu and some others that I hadn't met. Then my eyes fell on him. He was stood with Cody waiting in line to get to the check-in desk. I watched him intently as he stood talking. He didn't seem miserable, but he didn't seem to be rebounding the conversation. I was so focused on Randy that I didn't even realise Maryse was talking to me.
"... so there's your phone. Don't hesitate to call me if you need any help with anything", Maryse smiled as she shoved the Nokia in my hand,"Like I said, always available to help.. but look, honey, I need to go. I have to talk to the other girls but I got your number down in my phone now, so I will text you some details about what is happening. Stay sexy honey". Maryse waved to me as she walked across the lobby to the group of diva's waiting at the other side. I hadn't had a chance to check out the hotel we were staying up until that point. It wasn't much, and it definitely wasn't anything compared to the hotel we were staying in last night, but it was pretty homely. Wooden floors and beams across the ceiling, with old-looking brown leather couches and huge fireplaces. The staff weren't stuck up, and weren't dressed asif they were about to direct a flight.
"Can we talk?", I got interrupted on my little mental tour of the place by his voice.
"What is there to talk about?", I couldn't look at him. I knew that if I did, I'd be vulnerable to him.
"I need to somehow stop this feeling I have. I don't know what it is.. but it's killing me right now. I don't know what to do ...", Randy groaned.
"Oh, boo you. You're not helping yourself in this situation by making it all about you. I got your text message, and I'm going to have to think about it", I said sternly. I still didn't look at him but instead just walked towards Ted and some of the other guys. Again, how could I be so stupid? It was so obvious to me, just how he was acting. The dirty text messages, the neck kissing, the urgent need to get me into his bed.. But I couldn't stop the sexual frustration he was causing me by just being there. The fact that he'd almost tried to use me didn't change my mind. There was something about his eyes that screamed, "you, me, bed, now!".

Maybe I just had to get used to the fact that he wasn't there for the right reasons, not matter how much I want him to be. It's amazing what 48 hours with a person can do.