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When You're Around
Chapter 6
It had been a couple weeks since Easter and Chloe was a little disappointed because she hasn't seen Randy. Mr. Orton, she corrected herself bitterly. She knew he was a professional wrestler and was practically never home but she would appreciate a phone call. She doesn't just go around kissing her students fathers and she wants to talk to him to set the record straight that that could never happen again. But she didn't have his number and no way to reach him so her only hope was that he would find her number from the class syllabus she had given the parents at the beginning of the year, with her email and phone numbers, both school and home.
It was a Friday night and Chloe was sitting cross legged on the couch wearing teal velour sweatpants, a black camisole and her hair lazily thrown up into a ponytail. Her laptop was resting on her lap as she composed an email she was sending to all her students parents.
"Here you go my dear," Jessica said after walking into the apartment as she held out a grandee sized vanilla latte from Starbucks to her roommate. "Are you sure you don't want to go out tonight? It's going to be a lot of fun!" She tried to convince her friend with a smile and shake of her hips.
Chloe smiled as she accepted the coffee and shook her head as she took a sip. "No thank you, I have a lot of papers to grade and this email to write."
Jessica put a hand on her hips and shot her friend an 'are you kidding' look. "Ok, first of all, it's Friday, you have Saturday and Sunday to grade those papers, and excuse me? How long could this email possibly be?"
Chloe laughed and shrugged as shook looked down at the computer screen. She was in Microsoft Word, and the document was practically blank with the exception of the greeting. "All I have so far is, Dear Parents and/or Guardians,"
Jessica sat down next to her friend and tilted the laptop in her direction so she could get a better look. "I'll help you, then we can go out. So what's it about?"
"Well, the end of the year is approaching and I just kind of wanted to have a little end of the year party for all the kids and their parents. But I have no idea where to do it. I was going to do it in the clubhouse," She said, referring to their apartment complex's clubhouse. "But it's completely booked. So I was going to ask them for any suggestions they may have."
"Ok, how about you go get dressed, and I'll write a little rough draft and you can check it and add to it when you're done. Then we can head out." Jess suggested, sliding the laptop onto her lap.
"Jess, no, you go out and have fun. I'm not fun at clubs, you know that." Chloe said, putting her hand on the laptop to slide it back in her lap.
Jess shot her another knowing look. "Chlo-you haven't gone out in over a month. You have to get out there girl! You can't stay holed up in the apartment everyday doing work; you'll go crazy."
She laughed at her friend and tapped her fingers on the keyboard. "Somehow I doubt that. And I do go out, but I really need to finish. Maybe tomorrow I can go out with you guys."
Jessica looked at her friend as she stared at the computer screen, willing the right words to come to her. Chloe had told her about what had happened with Randy and she knew she was freaking about it. Jess had tried to convince her that it was ok, mistakes happen, and it wasn't going to cost her her job, but she was a worry wart and everyday she checked their answering machine, crossing her fingers that Randy would call so she could tell him kissing was not something they could do together. "Chlo-this isn't about Randy is it?" She asked gently, resting her hand on her roommates knee.
Chloe looked up, startled by the question. "Is what about Randy?"
"You…not wanting to go out."
She smiled and put her hand on top of her friends. "No way, Jess, you know me, going out has never been something I am really interested in."
Her friend pursed her lips but nodded when her cell phone rang, signaling her ride was there. "Alright, well good luck. Finish it so we can go out tomorrow!" She said as she swung her purse on her shoulder and walked out the door.
A Week Later
Randy let out a groan as he threw himself onto his bed in his hotel room. "Damn, man, you could have gone a little easy on me in that stfu."
John laughed as he pulled his shirt over his head and walked out of his jean shorts, leaving him in his boxers. "Sorry man, I got a little carried away." He said as he pulled back the covers in his bed and climbed inside and turned on the TV.
Randy was silent as he checked his voicemails on his phone. There was one from his mom, telling him he needed to start calling more often so she knew what was going on his life. There was another one from his brother telling him mom was bitching about his lack of checking in with her. Finally there was one from his baby girl, Lindsey. He smiled as she rambled on about her day, telling him about what she learned in school and what she ate for lunch. Then she started talking about how much she missed him and wanted to know when he was going to come back home. After the phone call went on the five minute mark, he heard his ex in the background telling Lindsey it was time for bed and time to say bye to daddy.
Randy hung up his phone and let out a yawn as he grabbed his laptop to check his emails. He leant his back against the headboard and turned his attention to the TV as he waited for his laptop to boot up. After a few minutes he opened his email account and went through every one, deleting all the spam and reading the other ones carefully.
He saw he had an email from his ex wife and opened it. It was a forwarded email from Lindsey's teacher, Chloe. He smiled at the thought of her. He hadn't seen her in person since Easter but he saw her almost every night in his dreams. She was a reoccurring partner in his dreams and on those nights when she appeared, he slept like a baby. He shook his head of the daydreaming of her and opened the email. Because of his high celebrity status, for Lindsey's school and some other things that required their email address, they put down Sam's because he didn't want his email getting out, so Sam forwarded him everything from school.
John looked at his friend and raised an eyebrow in confusion at his random smirk. "What's up?" He asked nodding his head at his laptop.
Randy looked over, startled. "Oh," He said when he realized what his friend was asking. "I got an email from linds' teacher."
John's eyebrows rose further. "The same teacher you made out with?" Randy smirked proudly and nodded. "I didn't know you stayed in contact with her." He said confused, that was very un-Randy Orton like.
Randy shook his head to correct his friend. "No, I don't. She emailed all the kids parents."
John nodded, that made a bit more sense. "What's it say?"
Randy turned his attention to the email before reading aloud. "As the school year comes to an end, and I complete my second year of teaching and you're children are ready to move on to the fourth grade, I find myself realizing how much I will miss these students. There is something special about each and every one of them and I know their futures are bright. I am planning on throwing an end of the year party for students and their parents but unfortunately the venue that I was hoping to put on hold for the party, is all booked and I have no alternatives. I was wondering if any one had any recommendations on where I could throw this party, at an affordable price, seeing as how I would like to spend my own money on the location and all decorations and food, as my gift to your students for working hard this year and to you for all your support. If you have any place in mind, please email me or give me a call, it would be greatly appreciated." Randy finished as his eyes studied her phone number carefully, burning it into his brain.
"If only you had an idea, you could have an excuse to call her," John joked as he turned his attention back to the TV.
Randy looked at his friend and grinned. "Oh I have an idea." John looked up at his friend, wondering what he was up to.
Jessica was at home, making dinner for herself and Chloe. Chloe had been really stressed out lately and she was hoping once school came to a close, she would be able to relax a little and maybe start going out with her friends more.
The phone rang and Jess set down the knife she was using to cut some vegetables and wiped her hands on a hand towel as she walked to the phone.
"Hello?" She greeted
"Hi, is this Chloe?" The male voice on the other end said.
"No, this is her roommate, Jessica. Chloe's actually at work right now, may I ask whose calling?" She asked as she grabbed a note memo that was sitting on the small table next to the phone and answering machine. The table was resting on the wall outside the kitchen and held the phone, answering machine, paper and a cup of pens with a bulletin board handing above it to pin messages for each other when they were out.
"This is Randy Orton, one of her student's dads. Can I maybe leave a message?"
"Of course," She said as she squatted so she could write on the table.
"If you can just let her know that I know of some place she can throw her end of the year party and she can give me a call for the details." Jessica nodded as she wrote down all the information and carefully listened to him as he recited his cell phone number.
"Ok, I will make sure she gets the message." She said, standing up to tack the note on the bulletin board.
"Thank you very much." They hung up and Jess read over the note carefully before her eyes widened. Randy? The same Randy Chloe made out with? How many of her students Dad's could be named Randy? She walked back into the kitchen to finish making dinner, wondering if Randy really just wanted to talk about the party.
Chloe walked into her apartment after work with a relieved sigh, happy to be home. She dropped her purse next to the table holding their phone and set her keys on the table. She glanced down at the answering machine and groaned when she saw there were no new messages. It had been almost a week since she sent the email and zero parents had gotten back to her. If she was going to throw this party, she needed to send the invitations out soon, but she couldn't do that without knowing the location. There was always the park, but that was her absolute last resort. Somehow, she didn't see the park impressing these set of parents.
She walked around the kitchen so she could sit at the bar stool and watch Jess cook.
"Hard day?" Jess asked, amused.
Chloe rolled her eyes and reached across the counter to grab a carrot that Jess hadn't cut yet. "This party is really causing me more stress than it's worth. I have heard from no parents and I spend recess and lunch searching online but nothing is available. Not even Chuck E' Cheese!" She said throwing her hands in the air as Jess laughed at her. "I was hoping someone would have called or emailed me today, but nope, nothing."
"Oh! Someone did!" She said as she remembered the phone call she had gotten a little bit ago.
She looked at her friend confused. "No, I checked the answering machine, there was no missed calls."
Jess shook her head and smiled. "The answering machine didn't pick it up, I answered." She quickly went and took the note off the bulletin board, coming back, holding it with a devious smile. "From a Mr. Randy Orton."
Chloe's eyes widened as she stared at her friend. She almost couldn't believe he had finally called. She reached out and snatched the note from her friends hand, reading the message carefully before looking back up. "Well, I guess I better go call him."
"Wait," Jess said as she grabbed a wine glass, pouring some red wine into it before handing it to her. "You might need this."
Chloe smiled gratefully. "Thank you." She grabbed the glass and the house phone before walking out onto the balcony, closing the door behind her. Their balcony wasn't much, just a view of the parking lot because they lived in a pretty small apartment complex, but it was nice to come out here for some fresh air sometimes. They had a small round table and two chairs out there for the mornings they wanted to come outside with their coffee and read the newspaper or gossip or something. She set her glass of wine on the table, took a seat at one of the chairs and rested her feet on the chair across from her. She looked down at the note, willing herself to find some courage. She knew from the message Randy had left that he wanted to talk about the party, but she was going to try to work the kiss into their conversation. She had to set the record straight. She inhaled a deep breath as she dialed the number written at the bottom of the piece of paper and exhaled as she put the phone to her ear, waiting for him to pick up.
A/N: You guys are seriously so amazing with all your reviews! If I didn't update today, I would have been ashamed of myself, you guys deserve it. Thanks again! Sorry this chapter is a little boring, expect an update around Monday or Tuesday, hopefully Monday but, you never know. Send me your reviews, I love them! (Oh! And this story, if you haven't already noticed, jumps around a bit, time wise, just because I'm trying to speed things up a bit and I want to focus on Randy and Chloe, not so much all the little details that happen when they are away from each other. So I hope you guys enjoy that!)