A/N: Thanks to I'mxAxRockstar, Age-Of-Orton, and Esha Napoleon for the reviews of the first chapter :D
Disclaimer: I realized I forgot to put up the disclaimer in the first chapter, so here it is: I do NOT own any of the WWE superstars or divas in this story, except Raleigh of course... she's the product of my imagination. However, if I could own any I would have to take Randy and Chris... maybe Jeff... :D
R&R please :]

Chapter Two: Sleeping With the Enemy

"Melina! I can't believe you! I thought you would have been on my side," Raleigh pouted childishly.

"What? I can't help it, have you seen him?" Melina stirred her drink examining the ice cubes just to avoid the death glare she knew Raleigh was sending her way. "His body is amazing, not to mention his face," she gushed.

"Beauty is only skin deep," Jeff commented, snagging another drink from the passing by waitress.

"See? Jeff agrees with me. He's an asshole, regardless of the fact that he has a good body, or nice face…"

"Awe, were you all talking about me again?" Chris asked, setting four new drinks down at the table. "I knew you all would come around eventually."

"We weren't talking about you, we were talking about Orton," Raleigh showed her hatred once again, with the extra emphasis when reciting his name.

"Eww, that pretty boy? He's got nothing on me," Chris spewed. "I'm prettier, and a better wrestler, and I have a sexier voice. Ooh wait! I have way better hair, and a nicer ass."

"It worries me that you called yourself pretty..." Raleigh admitted, choking back laughter. "You could go on all day about yourself, couldn't you?" She asked, already knowing the answer. Chris just beamed his usual smile and nodded eagerly, just like everyone else at the table he knew the answer was yes. "Anyway," she continued, "Melina admitted that she slept with Orton like two months ago."

"Tsk, tsk." Jeff wagged a finger at Melina, "you're gonna end up with the," he clapped his hands together to gesture what he didn't want to say in public.

"Shut up!" Melina shrieked. "You're just pissed off because you hate him," she pointed at Raleigh. "And you two are just jealous of him," Melina defended the Legend Killer, for what reason, no one at the table could fathom.

"Jealous?!" Jeff and Chris shouted in unison.

"I am not jealous of Randy Orton," Chris rolled his eyes. "I don't need to be, have you seen me?" He flexed one bicep to give his defense more vigor. "Yeah, that's what I thought," he said with a satisfied grin when nobody responded.

"And why the hell would I be jealous of Orton? He's a pretentious douche bag," Jeff retorted with an irritated tone.

"Whatever, I still think you're all jealous of him, even you Raleigh," Melina looked over Raleigh's shoulder, fixating her gaze on someone at the bar.

"Ha," Raleigh scoffed, "Give me one reason why I'd be jealous of him," Raleigh honestly couldn't believe that one of her best friends was brusquely accusing her of being jealous of that hypocritical narcissist, Randy Orton.

"Hold on to that thought," Melina shoved past Raleigh and strutted up to the bar. She crept up onto a bar stool and began casually talking with the man sitting next to her. Meanwhile her friends struggled to identify to man back at the table.

"Who is it?" Jeff asked, impatiently shoving Chris out of the way attempting to get a better look.

"Ow! Don't push," Chris insisted while rubbing his shoulder were Jeff pressed all his weight down.

"Will you two shut up for a second? Let's see, I can tell that he has a tattoo on his neck…" Raleigh paused continuing to look for more defining features, "and he has short brown hair. Maybe black actually," she second guessed herself, the lighting at the bar was rather dim, slightly impairing her vision. "He has an amazing tan…"

Chris looked next to him, what he saw was the same face he was making, one of those 'oh shit' faces. Both Chris and Jeff immediately recognized the description of the man sitting next to Melina, but it still hadn't clicked in Raleigh's head who it was.

"Raleigh," Chris tried interrupting, but she just dismissed him with a wave of her hand. "It's kind of important," he pressed, trying harder to get her attention.

"Yeah," Jeff interjected, "kind of really important."

"Shh!" She batted her hands towards them when she noticed Melina coming back, with mystery man in tow.

"Hey guys, look who is also here," Melina smiled broadly pulling the no longer mystery man out from behind her. He possessed the same smile that Melina had plastered across her face. No damn way, Raleigh thought to herself as he sat down next to them.

"Hey Orton," Chris forced a smile on his face attempting to sound genuinely happy, although he was failing miserably. It's not that Chris hates Randy, there is only one person who he actually uses the word 'hate' associated with, he's just not too fond of him.

"Yeah, uh… hey," Jeff nodded towards him, not even attempting to smile. Unlike Chris, Jeff does hate Randy, he can't stand how highly he thinks of himself, and that stupid smug smile that he constantly wears. To Jeff, Randy is an exact replica of his in ring personality, almost to a tee.

"This is great, it's so nice of you to join us, right Raleigh?" Melina purposely pushed Raleigh to include herself in the situation, even though she knew she was going to be in trouble for it later. When it comes to Randy, Melina is the complete opposite of her friends, she absolutely adores him. She constantly fawns over him, which always irritates her three friends to the brink of destruction.

Secretly, Melina was envious that Raleigh was getting to work a romantic storyline with him, but she didn't say anything, fearing that her friends would think of her as 'obsessed'. What Melina didn't realize is that if she just told Raleigh, then she would do everything in her power to have them switch places.

"Hmm, great isn't exactly the word I was looking for," Raleigh glared at Orton who just laughed it off.

Is he serious? He thinks this is a joke? I would love to put him in his place, Raleigh was beyond livid now she couldn't believe how much he got under her skin.

"So did you get the message from Vince?" Randy questioned, smirking into his bottle of Miller Lite. "Or do I get the gratification of telling you myself?"

"No, he told me," Raleigh huffed. "Unfortunately," she mumbled under her breathe.

"You never told me Leigh, what is happening?" Jeff asked using Raleigh's least favorite nickname, but she let it slide because Jeff's earned the right to use it.

"I have to help Orton at the rumble," she sighed.

Randy quietly chuckled to himself, a gleam of satisfaction sparkling in his eyes. He loved that this storyline was going to torture Raleigh, even though it would be a little bit of torture for him as well. As long as it was worse for Raleigh, he would happily endure it.

"How?" Jeff threw his hands behind his head and leaned back against the cushion of the booth.

"By distracting the last person he's in the ring with, most likely Hunter," she shrugged. "But it gets worse."

"How so?" Chris rejoined the conversation.

"Well, by uh… helping him against… Jeff, for the title," Raleigh's voice was little shaky, she's been wondering how Jeff would react to the news since Vince first gave her the call.

"What? Vince didn't tell me I'm dropping the title any time soon," Jeff retorted, a hint of doubt in his tone. He would have told me, wouldn't he? Jeff questioned to himself.

"Well your not dropping it in the near future, but part of the storyline is that with your feud against Orton, I have to start helping him at all of his matches. And at Wrestlemania I'm going to be the defining factor that wins him the title. As of right now, that's what they have planned," Raleigh could barely believe the words coming out her mouth. The reality of it all still hadn't completely hit her, she would have to associate with Orton in a more than 'friendly' manner, she was trying her best to suppress it like a tragic memory. Of course, after the storyline was over it would be a tragic memory. "That's subject to change of course," deep down she praying that would prove to be true.

"I bet your excited, I would be excited if I was you," Randy flashed her an arrogant grin. "But uh, I'm gonna get going," he stood by the table like he was waiting for someone. "You coming?" He asked in a coy tone.

"What? Was he serious about that?" Raleigh's shocked face confused the other's around her.

"What's going on?" Chris seemed to be the most perplexed of them all.

"Hell yes he was serious, get your ass moving Raleigh, cause I'm leaving," Randy hissed.

"Seriously, what's going on?" Chris repeated, confusion completely masking his face.

"Vince told me on the phone that he wanted us to travel together," she grabbed her purse from off the table, "and stay in the same hotel." She slid out of the slick booth seat, "I didn't think he was serious."

"It's too keep up appearances, it needs to be believable, you know how the fans are these days, thinking every single thing is a storyline. It's not that hard to believe actually, I mean, of course you would want to help me, who wouldn't?" Randy cockily smiled to himself.

"I wouldn't," Jeff muttered quietly to Chris, who shook his head in agreement.

"Bye guys," Raleigh walked out, a few steps behind Orton at all times. He did the usual, letting the door shut in her face, too worried about himself to remember to hold the door open for a lady.

"DON'T FORGET TO WEAR PROTECTION!" Chris shouted across the bar to Raleigh. Jeff burst out in laughs, holding his sides from pain. Chris joined in, banging his fists against the table for extra emphasis. He looked up to see Raleigh giving him the middle finger as she exited in a huff. "She's going to kill me, isn't she?" He glanced at Jeff who was still struggling to breathe.

"Ha… yeah…" he managed to spit out in between giggles.

Melina sat across from them, giving dirty looks to both, crossing her arms as resentment raged throughout her body.