AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey everyone , just thought I'd post more of the story . I dont think I'll be doing too many of Istella's POVs , but I just thought you all should see how she feels . This is really short , so just think of it as a little piece of chapter one . Hope you're enjoying so far [:

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Katherine Nicotra ;D

Chapter 2:

ISTELLA'S POV-

I sat nervously in my chair on the stage. I didn't know what to expect, and I was jittery. This was my first assignment in the WWE, and this would be my first time meeting anyone. I had seen a few people, and they were nice enough, and they had told me a little bit about the wrestlers. The one thing they had all warned me about was trying to steer away from writing the bio of one man: Randy Orton.

They all said he was a man who kept to himself, and who lacked human emotions. I doubted that was possible, I mean, who could be emotionless like a robot? I still had a little doubt though, and I was hoping that I wouldn't have to work with this man.

I fidgeted with my hair, smoothing out my white collar shirt and the high-waist grey skirt that reached barely above my knees. My black stiletto heels were a little uncomfortable, but I was managing. I twirled a piece of hair as Vince started to speak, and my attention was caught as he started calling out names.

As he called the names, I wondered if anyone would care that I was the only female assigned for the interviews. Stephanie McMahon had called me and said that I seemed to be the one who could manage to interview the wrestlers, instead of drooling over them. As Vince neared the end, I tensed up.

"Lastly, the newest female member, Ms. Istella Shapiro, will be working with Randy Orton. That is all I have for today, you are all free to leave now." I froze in my seat as I heard the words. I wondered if my mind was playing tricks on me, or if this was a joke. The one man that I had been warned about had been given to me as my first assignment.

"Get a hold of yourself," I mumbled, getting up and straightening my clothes once again. How bad could he be? I had learned long ago that listening to rumors was not helpful, so I forgot all my preconceptions, took a deep breath, and walked off the stage in search of Randy. I didn't bring my bags, not wanting to be encumbered when I first met him. I asked a few people, and they pointed him out as they gave me sympathetic looks. I gasped when I saw what my assignment was.

Randy Orton was tall, tall enough to kill me if he didn't watch where he was sitting. He was also incredibly tan, lean, and muscular. He had piercing blue eyes, and a face which could only be described as being chiseled out of stone. His clothing choice of a tight white shirt and a pair of dark faded jeans definitely complimented him. I saw him walking away, so I quickly made my way up to him, dodging around the crowd. I tapped him on the shoulder, and he stopped, turning my way. I saw John Cena turn around as well, staring warily at his friend. I smiled and stuck my hand out nervously.

"Hi, I'm Istella Shapiro." I cringed inwardly as I heard how tiny my voice sounded. I had to admit, Randy was intimidating. He looked me over, no emotions on his face. His lips turned into a smirk, and he pulled his glasses over his eyes, nodding minutely. I dropped my hand as he turned around, but John looked at Randy, then me, and I heard Randy sigh in frustration, turning back around. His lips seemed to form a harsh little laugh, but he stopped himself.

"Get your bags, come with us. You have five minutes, we're waiting." I watched, shocked, as Randy crossed his arms over his chest, and I wished that he would take of his sunglasses so I could see what he was looking at. I turned and bustled in, trying to get my suitcases as I tried not to let my emotions get to me.

Why did I have to get paired up with the arrogant douchebag? I held back the tears pricking my eyes as I grabbed my two bags. I hustled out of the room, ignoring the people who were bumping me as I walked. I came just in time to hear Randy speaking to Cody Rhodes and Ted DiBiase.

"What am I, a taxi? Fine, get in. Sit in the back so Brandon and the girl can sit in the two seats behind me and John." Randy spoke in a growling tone as he turned and strode to his car. He had called me 'the girl'. He didn't even know my name yet. The rest of the people waited for me, and then started to walk after I reached them. Randy had gotten into the car, and I struggled to put my bag in the car.

"Oh here, let me." I felt someone grab my bags, and turned to see Ted DiBiase smiling at me kindly. I was tired and frustrated, so I didn't argue.

"Thanks." I knew Ted was married, and would never cheat on his wife, so I felt better knowing that someone was being kind to me for the sake of kindness. I got into the car, sitting in the seat behind Randy.

"Alright Randy, you can go. We're all here." I looked at John, and then Randy, who didn't respond. I could tell already that to him, I didn't belong, and that would be a problem.