Christy swiftly put down her glasses, taking one step back, probably thinking of the prospect that she was going to get her ass clobbered on the spot. She saw his eyebrows pointing down in a bit of a frown. She then clenched her eyes shut

"Oh no…God help me…"

"I am really really really sorry. I – I – I'll pay for it! Anything! Just --- I'm sorry!"

Christy gradually opened up her eyes, seeing the most cutest puppy eyes on his face. Realizing that he was being truly sincere. She couldn't believe it, out of all people in the school …

"Oh no no! It's alright, I mean..." Christy said.

"Hey! Don't say that! I know what you must be thinking, I'm an ass right? I bet you heard that from other people. But some guys in the school just don't know how to treat a lady."

"Was he actually saying this? Thee, Randy Orton?"

"Well … I…" Christy stuttered out.

"Look, let me take you to where you could get those repaired, and I'll pay for everything." Randy paused for a minute, giving out a big breath as if he just ran a marathon. "I'm really, sorry."

Christy looked down at her shattered glasses, as she couldn't manage to look into Orton's eyes; it was all too fast for her. Was this the actual Randy Orton? Somehow, she felt like she was … Falling for him.

The both of them reached the glasses shop, as both Randy and Christy looked at the store owner.

"I'm sorry Christy, but everything around here has been tight lately, it may take me a whole month to get these repaired!" The old man had said, stroking his lengthy white beard.

"Well hey." Randy reached into his pocket, pulling out a brown leather wallet. "Here's two hundred dollars to get yourself together."

Christy looked at the money in awe, as Randy slammed the money onto the the glass counter. She had heard that his father and grand father were in a wrestling industry, called the World Wrestling Entertainment. Well, the money was pretty much the proof. The two of them walked out of the store, and Christy's eyes were still glued onto the ground.

"Let me take you home." Randy said calmly.

Christy looked at Randy in a bit of shock, but only for a split second, looking back down. Why was he like this? Why wasn't he like this at school? Worst yet, what would happen if he were found with her?

Sooner than expected, they had reached their destination. Christy lived in a typical sized house, only with her mother, father and sister. Not much of a vast family. Randy and Christy were standing in front of her door, as the porch light gleamed on both their bodies. Everything was so silent, as Christy looked up. When she caught eye contact, she felt so tranquil, she felt in place. He shockingly enough, was looking straight into her eyes as well, admiring Christy's beauty, without her glasses. She was a classic! Her red long wavy hair drooped behind her shoulders, having her crystal blue eyes bring out her face and tiny pointed nose. This was a kind of rare glamour he's never seen.

"Here we are." Randy said quietly.

"Yep…Here we are.." Christy whispered.

It was almost like one of those romantic movie scenes, which made Christy speculate if Randy was waiting for a kiss or not. What was she thinking! Why would he ever go out with a girl like her? She was zilch compared to him! She flushed that thought out, shaking her head, looking back down.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning then?" Randy had asked.

"Yeah, of course."

Randy slowly walked away, as Christy swore she saw a bit of disappointment in his face. She felt her self feeling somewhat bad, letting such a chance to slip out of her fingers. Her mind rushed around, gathering up her audacity.

"Randy!" Christy yelled, quite loudly.

Randy turned around, with one eyebrow cocked up.

"Yo—You, have a good night."

Randy gave out a small chuckle, "You have a good night as well."

Randy turned around, and continued walking. Christy closed her eyes, making a fool out of herself, wanting to cry out her frustration. She turned around, opening her door, entering her house with an aura of failure.