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CHAPTER NINE: THE GRIN OF A CHESHIRE CAT.
A constant, annoying ringing woke me up from my dream-filled sleep with a groan. I hated these early mornings, it was going to take some getting used to, waking up at the crack of freaking dawn! Whilst in my sleepy daze I reached out towards the bedside cabinet, patting my hand around the vibrating surface until my fingertips curled around the Iphone 4. Forcing my eyelids open, I squinted as I looked down at the bright light of the screen, doing whatever I needed to do to turn off that annoying ass alarm. Once the sound vanished I fell back down against the comfortable surface of the bed and sighed as I slowly stretched out my limbs, rolling over the bed like some kind of dog after they run around the garden and decide to mess up the sheets by rolling over them when they're covered in mud. After I finished rolling around like some kind of fruit loop, I sat upright (complete Undertaker style, might I add) and looked around at the dimly lit room through tired eyes. Judging by the time that my alarm went off, it was 6.30am and I had half an hour to get dressed and make my way to the hotel gym to meet with Nattie.
With another sigh I shuffled out from beneath the covers and out of the bed completely, standing still and closing my eyes with a groan as I felt the effects of standing up too quick. Damn headrush! Once I had regained my bearings I slowly bent down to rummage through my suitcase, pulling out some jogging bottoms, underwear, a sports bra and a baggy vest – might I add that it's my favourite shirt to work out in, with massive slits down each side which allowed me to cool down quicker than usual. I changed pretty quickly, knowing that I had little time to prepare myself and get down to our rendezvous point. And once I was dressed I sat on the edge of the bed to lean down and tie my shoe laces, making sure that they were secure before rising to my feet; the last thing I wanted was to tumble down the stairs and take another trip to the emergency room. One night in that place was enough – I hated hospitals.. Don't ask why, because I don't even know why I hate them. I pulled my hair back into a scruffy ponytail, and then reached for my phone and room key before leaving to make my way to the gym.
The hotel was pretty silent, and I guessed that it was because it was only 6.50 in the morning – not many people were stupid enough to be awake so early, apart from us wrestlers, always up and stupid times in the morning to travel. Although it hadn't been this constant with me before because I was only working the indie promotions, so it was nothing too major or stressful. Now that I was with the WWE, I would have to get used to 4am starts to catch flights and what not. After making my way down the few flights of stairs I began my search for the gym, which wasn't too challenging due to the fact that there were directions plastered everywhere. Perhaps they had wrestlers here often and were fed up with people asking so slapped massive signs up everywhere.
When I reached the gym, there was nobody waiting outside and so I assumed that maybe Nattie had decided to wait inside the room instead of outside of it. Perhaps she had already started with her workout. Was I late? A look at my watch proved that I wasn't, I was actually seven minutes early. "Always the time keepers that end up being the late ones." I amused myself with the little comment into the silence of the corridor. Wait a minute, was I really that sad? Chuckling at my own, boring little comments? Yeesh. I took one last look around before pushing the double doors open, making my way into the fairly decent-sized gym. But I found myself stopping abruptly as I noticed that I wasn't alone. There in front of me, on the other side of the room, stood Randy Orton, lifting weights elegantly in front of a mirror. Why did they insist on working out in front of mirrors? I never quite understood that. After coming to terms with the fact that I had been staring for a little longer than necessary, I intentionally cleared my throat whilst making my way towards the vending machine in the corner of the room. I needed him to know that I was here, or else I'd end up taking advantage and staring at that ass all morning.
I pushed my coins into the machine and tapped the button for a bottle of water, and if my cough hadn't of made enough noise, the machine certainly did, rumbling like some king of animal before coughing out my bottle of water with a crash. Loud enough? I would guess so. I bent down and as I did I heard that husky voice from my side.
"Feeling any better?" The Viper asked as I reached into the machine to retrieve my cold bottle of water. With an internal smile to myself, I straightened up and turned to look around at the source of the voice. Clearly, in the few hours apart, I had forgotten how good looking the man actually was and i knew this because I felt those butterflies in my stomach as my little crush kicked in.
"Much better." I concluded with a small smile whilst twisting the cap of the water bottle off with an audible crack. "Thanks." I made sure to add, seeing as I was always polite; it was an annoying trait that had been forced upon me by my parents whilst growing up. I lifted the bottle to my lips and took a mouthful of the cold water whilst turning my back on Orton, making my way towards the mats on the ground next to the wall with some other equipment and accessories.
"You look it." I heard him say and I felt myself grin like a child as I sat down on one of the mats. I had my back to him, so it was okay to grin like the freaking Cheshire cat. Was he complimenting me? Perhaps not, maybe he was just being polite. But I would like to think of it as a compliment. It felt good to think that Randy Orton, the Legend Killer, was complimenting me.
"I feel it. I'm all butterflies and rainbows right now. Sure, I got drugged recently and whatever. I aint even mad though." I added in an over-enthusiastic tone of voice, which I instantly found myself regretting. Clearly the drugs had worn off completely and I was now back to my chirpy, over the top self. If I was around anybody else I wouldn't care, I would go crazy and have lots of fun with my friends, joking about and being a bit of a douche. But I wasn't in the company of my friends; I was in the company of a freaking God. So of course I cursed my choice of words and silly attitude. However, I heard him laugh.. so it couldn't be too bad.
"That's good to hear. I'm glad you're okay." He sounded genuine, and I craned my neck to look over at him, making sure that he could catch sight of my smile. It was little gestures like this that needed to be seen so that the appreciation could be noticed instead of being put to waste.
"Thanks, man." I chirped, cursing myself for blushing a little as he flashed me one of those dazzling smiles. And it was then when Nattie decided to make an appearance, bursting through the doors with a grin as she walked towards me, passing a look towards Orton and then back towards me with a suggestive raise of her eyebrows. I narrowed my eyes as I watched her make her way over to me. Had she been listening in to our brief exchange of words, or something? Perhaps she had been spying through the window too.
"Good morning." She sung as she sat down on a mat opposite mine, still watching me with that grin plastered across her lips.
"Either you got laid last night or you know something that I don't.." I accused with another narrow of my eyes as I put on my teasing act, despite being very serious about my comments.
"Well.. There's not much to say really." But as she cast a look from me, to the weight-lifting Viper, back to me, and then flashed a wink at me – I knew what she was talking about, despite her not saying anything. It was a girl thing, getting messages across without even having to be vocal about it.
"That's nothing.. Shut up." I rolled my eyes and lowered myself down onto my back as I got into position for some lethal crunches. Damn Nattie and her accusations.. Even if they were a little true. But it meant nothing! Yeah, I had a crush on Randy Orton, but it wasn't like he had a crush on me! Before the WWE I was a nobody, a working girl in an indie promotion, and Randy was a star who had no clue that I even existed until now. Plus, he was married.. M-A-R-R-I-E-D.. How many times did I need to tell myself and others that that was the case?
"Whatever you say, sweetie." Again, with the accusing, teasing tone from Nattie. But instead of feeding her habits I ignored her with a laugh and got to work on my abs. This was going to be a long workout session, and potentially, a long, and stressful day.