So Mysterious

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I sighed, somewhat disappointed.

"Hey."

I lunged for the power button. I hurriedly turned the computer off and casually turned to face the woman standing in my doorway. The moment I saw her, I groaned silently.

"Hey Layla." I relaxed and turned to pack my wrestling gear.

"Did I surprise you, dear?" She slowly approached me.

"Um.. Yeah, you surprised me. Uh.. Don't you have to be at the bar with Michelle?" I hoped she would remember, and have to leave. But this is Layla we're talking about.

"Oh honey... I'd much rather help you pack." She peered over my shoulder at my bags.

So, the story is that ever since Layla started with our company, she's had a small crush on me. Well. It's not so small.
I know I seem like a jerk, but imagine this on a day-to-day basis. All the time. I've tried to make it clear I'm not interested, but ever since I offered her the rest of my Coca Cola that one time, she hasn't let up.

"I'm fine, really." I packed a little faster and turned to leave, but she pressed her finger softly to my lips.

"That's what they all say." She gave me a sexy smirk.

Almost instantly, Randy appeared in my doorway, a grin lighting up on his face.

"Oh." He giggled. "I'll just leave you two alone."

I took the opportunity to slide awkwardly past Layla and jog over to Randy.

"Uh, remember we have to go to that, thing?" I gave Randy a small, pleading stare.

"What thing?" His face was red and chuckling.

"Bye Layla! Sorry I'm in a bit of a rush!" I checked her expression, it was very annoyed.

I grabbed Randy's arm and pulled him down the hallway. He burst out laughing and was doubling over in fits of giggles. We got into a limo, heading to our hotel for the night. The noise had drifted off, the silence filled with Randy's giggles. After he had calmed down, we started to chat.

"Tell me, what don't you like about Layla? She's sexy, strong, and popular...?..." Randy drifted off.

"She's not my type." I kept my eyes on the passing cars.

"There's something else isn't there?" He studied my face carefully.

"Ugh. Okay. Don't tell anyone, alright?" I took a sip of the complimentary beer in the limo. "Layla and I dated way back." I sighed. "We were seniors and she was the prettiest girl in our year. There was a formal coming up. I had my eye on this other girl, I forget her name, but Layla forced me to take her instead. This other girl was beautiful. Stunning really, inside and out. On the night of the formal, I waited out front of Layla's house, only to be told by her dad that she's gone with another guy."

Randy was speechless. His eyebrows were raised and disbelief was plain on his face.

"I went anyway. You know, to find that other girl. When I got there, she was sitting in the stands, alone. I asked her to dance. This girl, I wish I could remember her name, was a natural beauty. Much more beautiful than Layla. She had the prettiest blush. We danced for ages. Eventually it was time to leave. She asked if she would see me at school, the next week. I said yes. That night, dad told me that we were leaving to West Newbury the next day. I... Never saw her again." I stared at my feet. I hadn't thought about this in years.

Randy punched my arm softly, the male equivalent of a female hug.

"Hey, have you ever tried Googling her?"

"Like that's not creepy or anything." I laughed, as the tension eased.

The limo stopped, and we grabbed our bags. We checked in and went to our separate rooms. I went straight to sleep, because the next day, I had some errands to run.

The next morning...
Candice's Point of View

Back to work this morning. I work as a hip hop dance teacher/choreographer at the Massachusetts music studio. It isn't great pay, but it's fun and I get to meet heaps of people and even a few celebrities. I once met Justin Timberlake, who I got to teach some moves for his upcoming tour.

I entered the room in my trademark baggy black pants and tight tank top. My hair was in a messy bun and my make-up was light. It was a typical work day.

I got straight to work and started following where we left off with the group. I was only young, but I had a lot of lessons in high school.

2 ½ hours later

We heard a celebrity was arriving today, so I had to end my class early. I fixed myself up a bit and went to get ready. It was John Cena, from the WWE. I haven't watched the show in years, so I wasn't overly star-struck. When I did watch the WWE, John Cena and Randy Orton were two kids in the business. They entered the room. There were two friends accompanying him.

Wow. They were all very well built... And good looking. I smiled as we approached each other and shook hands.

"You must be John Cena. My name is Miss Golding." I waved to the other men.

"It's nice to meet you. This is Randy Orton, Cody Rhodes and Ted Dibiase." His dimples were outlined.

"Um.. Are you Ted Dibiase's son? And Dusty Rhodes son? " I couldn't believe it.

"Yeah we are. Are you a fan?" Cody smiled.

"I haven't watched it in years, but yeah I am." I grinned.

At that moment, John Cena took his shirt off. I've never seen such a well sculpted, ripped man in person before. I gasped quietly, and he looked my way, smirking. I gave John a quick run through of the dance. I kept fumbling and messing up, obviously a little nervous. Meanwhile, the others took a seat in the corner of the room.

"So, what are you here for? Concert? WWE sketch?" I tried to make small talk.

"I'm actually recording a new rap CD. I'm learning some moves for the music video." He chewed on his gum, at an even pace.

"Ah, that's good. Can't wait to hear it." He handed me the CD and we listened to it twice. I envisioned the moves that would accompany the beats. That's just how I work.

"On the third beat, I want you to raise your arm up to about here." I held his arm. "One, two... Three." I lifted it up. "Do you understand? Am I going to fast?"

"That's what she said." I heard Cody mumble.

Everyone in the room giggled. John's booming voice filled the room.

"You know, it's gonna be tough learning in here with you lot." He smacked Cody upside the head, laughing meanwhile.

I turned around and caught Randy staring at my butt. We made eye contact. It was quick, but we both acknowledged it. He blushed and looked away. I shook it off and kept teaching John. It was probably just a split second anyway.

By the end of the rehearsal, John Cena had perfected the whole song. All four men were very nice and polite, the opposite of what you'd expect wrestlers to be. They were so funny too.

The three other men left the room, and John touched my arm, as if to stop me.

"Yeah?" I smiled.

"Um..." He started.

Author's Note; Guess what guys? Got my laptop back yesterday! So hopefully the parts will be more frequent now.

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