Another crappy update, but i don't want to rush this! I want it to be as realistic as possible instead of jumping into things! So i apologise if this is boring you right now. SORRY! R/R. - Jade. xo

CHAPTER EIGHT: STUPID CHILDISH CRUSH.

Movement was what woke me up from my slumber, clearly I had dozed off in the car during the journey to the hotel and Randy was now trying to lift me from the vehicle into his arms. I instantly resisted and found myself waking up quickly as I slipped from his hold. "I was drugged, not paralyzed. I'm quite capable of walking myself to the hotel room." I insisted. I may have come across as bitchy, but I was tired, feeling the crappy side effects of the drugs and medicine, and was now feeling very annoyed with Randy and his bipolar habits. And the fact that he was a liar – I never lied, and I hated people who lied, it simply proved how bad of a person they were.

"Okay.. Calm down. I didn't want to wake you.. You seem like you need as much rest as you can get." He gave his reasons for lifting her out of the car before turning his back to her to pick up my sports bag that he had left on the bonnet whilst he had been reaching in for me.

"I can handle that too." I added quickly, pulling my bag from his grasp to hoist over my shoulder. It was uncomfortable, sure, but I wasn't going to let it show.

"Right.. Excuse me for trying to help." There was a noticeable amount of sarcasm in his voice, but I decided to let it slip, not really in the mood to start an argument over nothing. After all, this was just an example of me being very cranky after a rough couple of days.

"Tiff!" Saved by the bell! As if she had heard my unspoken prayers, Nattie came running towards me across the sidewalk with a few shopping bags in hand – clearly she was just coming in from an afternoon out. Convenient timing or what? "I'm so sorry I wasn't there to get you home.. I had media all morning and then Randy said he would be there to bring you back so I decided not to make the journey if-."

"Nattie, it's okay.. You don't need to explain yourself." I swept in with a small, weak smile. I was tired, so expressing emotions was a difficult task. "Can you walk me to my room?" I asked in a quiet voice, it almost sounded weak, but I wouldn't let Randy in on the fact that I had my weaknesses, hence why I was whispering to my friend. A look of slight concern spread over her features, before being replaced with a sympathetic one and a smile proved that she was more than happy to oblige.

"Come on." She answered, patting her hand against my back to direct me towards the entrance of the hotel, I began to walk but slowed down as I noticed that she wasn't beside me, and a glance over my shoulder revealed that she was turning to face Randy. "Thanks for helping out, Randy. It's much appreciated. Isn't that right, Tiff?" she turned the spotlight towards me, glancing over at me with a small grin, meant for my eyes only.

"Oh yeah. Real happy about your help." Again with my sarcasm – I couldn't help it, it was a natural reaction due to how I was feeling. "Come on, Nattie." I grinded out through clenched teeth whilst turning to make my way through the rotating doors, not wanting to hear what Randy had to say about my attitude. It was up to Nattie if she wanted to accompany me or not.

Due to my intense fears of elevators, I had asked for a room on one of the lower levels so that it could be reached easily by the staircase. Thankfully, there had been a vacant room on the second level so it didn't take Nattie and I long to get to the door of the room. I slipped the card key into the reader before pausing, lifting my head to look over my shoulder at Nattie as she leant against the wall by the door frame. "What do you know about Randy's marriage? Not that I care.. it's just, I'm nosey.. you know that. And his phone call in the car didn't strike me as the type of conversation that a happily married couple would have." I asked. I knew it was stupid to do so, but I didn't particularly care at that moment in time. I just wanted to know what was going on so that I could get my head around things and why he behaved the way he did.

Nattie smiled a little, almost sadly, as she considered her options. She could tell me, or she could go to bed – that's what I narrowed it down to anyways. "Well, he and Sam used to be the perfect couple. Great connection, especially when they had their kid. But I don't know, recently I think things have been going downhill. But I'm not going to go into any kind of detail. That's his story to tell and it's none of my business." Nattie admitted. Well, at least she was honest!

"Right.. That could explain why he's such a jerk one minute and a gentlemen the next.. but who am I to judge, right? I've known him two days." I responded with a tug of a smile at my lips. I didn't want this to be a serious exchange of words, no way Jose! I didn't want her thinking anything other than the fact that I was simply curious.

"Right.." she commented in a sceptical voice, a grin curling at her lips. I knew what she was getting at the minute she came out with that tone of voice. But instead of feeding her teasing habits I rolled my eyes and pushed open the door to the room.

"I'll see you in the morning. Seven AM sharp for the gym session." I reminded her whilst taking a step into my room, pausing to look at her as I awaited her confirmation.

"Seven o'clock it is. See you then, sweetie." The Canadian blonde answered before turning her back on me to make her way to the elevator down the hall. Yeesh.

I finally entered the room and closed the door behind me before tossing my bag onto the ground and placing the card key down onto the small desk. Within an instant I had jumped into the comfortable sheets of the luxury bed, stretching against the cool duvet whilst a yawn escaped from my mouth. I had been in the WWE for the best part of two days and already I had been stranded at an arena, drugged at a club, and developed an even more intense crush on a WWE superstar. It has started off as nothing but a crush on someone that you see on the television every Friday night, the one where you squeal when you see them, you drool over their looks and voice, you browse through YouTube constantly to feed you obsession, dorky things like that. And then I met him, and I was put into the same work environment and storyline with him. And that's when this stupid celebrity crush began its decent into something more serious. And the funny thing was that it was involuntary! Randy was, and is, an asshole – but it's one of those things that deep down, you don't care about. Damn this childish crush, making me feel this way about a married, and might I add, an often mean, man. It's going to be a long ride.