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Chapter Three: Jekyll and Hyde

"I'm still failing to see why we have to do this storyline together," Raleigh carelessly swung open the door to Randy's car, not bothering to notice if it hit the next car over.

"Hey! Watch it, this is a rental!" Randy said through gritted teeth, he wasn't going to pay for Raleigh's anger issues. He calmly opened his door, and sitting in the seat, began laughing to himself.

"What's so damn funny?" Raleigh was in absolutely no mood for Randy's shenanigans, and she showed it with her tone.

"You. You're so freaked out about this storyline, it's humorous, to me at least." He revved up the engine, visibly startling Raleigh, which only made him chuckle more.

"Surprise, surprise, it's always about you." Raleigh rolled her eyes and gazed at the flashing red and blue 'open' sign on the bar window. She wished she was still inside with all of her friends, as far away from Orton as possible. How am I going to last EVERY car ride with him until the end of the storyline? Raleigh was one hundred percent certain that she wouldn't make it.

"You know, if I were you I would just chill out," he shook his head while he switched the radio to 96.1, his favorite radio station. Single Ladies, by Beyonce flowed through the speakers, engulfing the car with it's upbeat tune. Randy subconsciously began singing along to the lyrics, even throwing in some hand gestures, completely forgetting that Raleigh was in the car.

Raleigh did notice however, and she tried her hardest to stifle her laughter. Her plan failed within the first five seconds of trying, she set her head against her hand, quietly laughing to herself. She was in awe that Randy Orton, of all the people in the world, knew the lyrics to this song.

"You're kidding me right?" Raleigh inquired in an astonished voice, breaking Randy out of his pop-music induced hypnosis.

"What?" He immediately grew intense, Raleigh thought he looked similar to a porcupine at that moment, if he had quills they would certainly be protruding from every inch of his body.

"Nothing, I just really didn't expect you to listen to this kind of music," she motioned towards the radio, a glowing-green aura emanating from it.

"Yeah, there's probably a lot of things you don't know about me," he focused back on the monotonous road laid out before them. For a second, Raleigh caught herself peering at Randy, not in her usual loathsome way, but looking at him as if he was an actual human being. She quickly snapped herself out of it when she realized what she had been doing.

No way Raleigh, there is no way in hell that he is different, don't even think that for a second, her inner voice scolded her.

The car ride remained silent, with the exception of catchy pop songs, the whole way back to the hotel. As they both slide out of the car, Raleigh glanced over at Randy, who for a quick second smiled, a real smile, not the typical condescending one that usually took up residence on his face.

What did I just say Raleigh? Don't fall for it, it seemed like Raleigh's conscience had to keep pushing her back to reality, where she wasn't seeing the greater good in the maniacal jerk.

She focused on the stars in the sky for a few moments, shocked that she could even see them at all, they glistened and shimmered against the pitch black canvas. Randy joined in, leaning against the car, tilting his head back to get a better look. He took in the beauty of the night sky, just as Raleigh had been doing.

"The stars are gorgeous tonight," he commented, opening the trunk.

"Yeah, I'm not used to seeing them, city lights droning them out and all," she went to reach for her suitcase but Randy swiped her hand away. He grabbed her suitcase, flinging it over his shoulder easily, before taking his own and dragging it along with the other hand. Raleigh was about to interject, asking him if he downed one too many beers, when she stopped herself, not wanting to ruin the moment.

*****

In her hotel room, Raleigh sat on the ledge of the bay window, talking on the phone with Chris.

"Hey, how's my sexy beast doing?" Raleigh could hear Chris laughing into the phone and Jeff shouting in the background. "What did he say?"

"He said, and I quote, don't call him that! It only strokes his colossal ego!" He clasped his hand over the phone to keep what he was saying to Jeff private. "I even got the whiny voice down pat," he remarked proudly.

"Well you tell him that I'm allowed to call you that, since I'm the one who made it up in the first place! I started it, before the other guys and the fans caught on and began using it as their own," Raleigh frowned remembering that it was she who gave Chris the nickname, before everyone else claimed it. "Anyway," she returned to her upbeat tone, "I wanted to tell you what happened with Randy. He started being-"

"Human?" Chris guessed, cutting off Raleigh.

"No… he was being nice, like he took my bag for me and everything, it was crazy, like something out of the Twilight Zone."

"Yeah right, the day Orton is nice is the day that I'm ugly," Chris checked his reflection in the mirror, swiping a stray hair out of his face, "and obviously that will never happen."

"No I'm serious, he's like that guy in that book!" Raleigh racked her brain, trying hard to remember the name.

"Gee, that narrows it down," Chris replied sarcastically. "Why are we talking on the phone again? We're like three feet away from each other," he attempted to judge the distance from room to room.

For the night, Raleigh was staying in 203, Chris and Jeff were inhabiting 204, and Randy was at the other end of the hall in 217. Melina never checked in for the night, which worried Raleigh, but she figured she was old enough to handle herself, she didn't need a babysitter.

"Because I'm too lazy to walk over to your room," Raleigh used her 'isn't it obvious' attitude with him.

Chris sighed quietly without saying a word.

"Anyway, it's like where that guy who turns into someone else… like with a potion or something…"

"Jekyll and Hyde?" Chris responded, amazed that a useless piece of trivia like that was locked away in his mind.

"Oh my God, how did you know that?" Raleigh sounded more perplexed than she looked.

"I remember reading that book," he answered honestly, recalling the tenth grade when he was forced to read books he found completely dreary and lackluster.

"Chris, you read?"

"Oh my gosh, I do?" Sarcasm once again finding a place in his tone.

"Hi Raleigh!" Raleigh recognized the voice screaming in the background, she could also hear Chris' loud shushes.

"Tell Jiffy I said hi," Chris could practically hear Raleigh smiling as she sad this.

Raleigh, Jeff, Chris, and Melina all developed nicknames for each other over the years that they've grown closer as friends. Melina is the only one who refuses to use them, but none of the others call her out on it, she just tends to think that nicknames are ludicrous. Raleigh, Jeff, and Chris however, find them utterly amusing and constantly use them on each other.

"No Jeff, I said no," Raleigh could only hear Chris' side of the argument that the two were engaged in. "Ugh, okay. Alright! I heard you the first fifty times! Jiffy," Chris accented Jeff's nickname, "wants you to come over to our hotel room. He said pretty please, with a… a what?" He paused, arguing with Jeff again. Raleigh could do nothing but snicker at both of their childish behavior. "With a Piranha on top?" Raleigh listened intensely trying to pick up what Jeff's rebuttal was to Chris. "What is wrong with you Jeff? Why would you put a deadly fish on top of an ice cream sundae? No… that's stup-"

Raleigh hung up knowing that their dispute would continue for at least another hour and a half. She threw her cell phone carelessly on the nightstand after switching it to silent mode, in case Jiffy or the Sexy Beast called back. She laid down on her bed, pulling the covers up just above over her shoulders. As she relaxed, ready to drift off to sleep, a loud knocking shattered the silence. Raleigh sprang up, the noise startling her while she was in between dreamland and reality.

Who could be here this late? Raleigh was expecting to see Chris or Jeff at the door when she opened it, or even Melina, but not him.

"Uh… hey," he smiled wryly. "Can I come in?" Randy shrugged slightly.

Raleigh dwelled before answering, trying to decipher what he was doing here. Is this some kind of trick?

"I guess," she opened the door wider for him to step in. He cautiously walked over to the couch in her room, the whole time Raleigh's eyes were following suspiciously. "Do you need something?" Raleigh used the wall to support her, her legs swayed from exhaustion, all she wanted to do was go to bed.

"Well, I was just wondering something," he meticulously sat on the arm of the couch, instead of the cushion.

"Yeah?" While Raleigh stood, helplessly wondering why Randy was bothering her this late at night, Randy flashed her an intimate grin. "Seriously, what is it?" Randy could tell Raleigh was becoming annoyed. He slowly approached her, feeling the burn of her intense gaze right through his body.

He held both of her hands, intertwining his fingers through hers, while Raleigh stood in shock. "W-what…" Raleigh tried to speak, but Randy cut her off.

"Shh," he leaned in closer so her cheek brushed against the side of his face, she went to turn away, hesitant and confused with the sudden change in personality.

What is he doing? Her mind panicked but her body went limp, falling into his arms. What am I doing?!

With a coy smile, Randy raked his hand gently through Raleigh's hair, making her feel even more vulnerable. Before Raleigh knew what was happening, she felt his lips pressed to hers, sizzling every cell in her body.