AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys ! So this chapter is a test to see if swapping POV's in the middle of chapters works [x I want to add more emotions and thoughts to Randy's side, but then I'd be giving way all of his thoughts and intentions !*sigh* This is weirdly my favorite story to write , and I have no idea why ... Anyways , I hope this chapter is suitable for you all , and I will assure you now that Randy's side of the story will be more full of his thoughts in the next chapter [; Oh , strong sexual content in this chapter , but I'm not gonna say between WHO . Enjoyy !;D Oh PS , i kept on reposting this chapter cause I found typos , but I have no time to look over it , so please disregard typos , thanks !

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Chapter 7:

RANDY'S POV-

I didn't know how long I lay there in a stupor, the past flashing before my eyes in an endless blur. Slowly, I started to come back to life. I stopped my tears, and silently cursed myself for being so weak. My face would be red and puffy, showing what a pussy I had been. I looked up into the face of the person who had helped sooth my nerves, and I sat up slowly, brows furrowed.

"What are you doing here?" I looked at Istella, confused. She shouldn't have been alone, she should have been with Brandon in Legacy's locker room.

"I needed my iTouch back. I want to see if I can get my information off of it. The guys let me come here alone and then I came in..." Istella's voice was soft. She looked into my eyes, putting her hand over mine. I tensed at the touch, but didn't pull away, needing the warmth. "What happened?" Istella whispered to me, looking at me with true understanding. It was the first time that someone had asked me that with the intention of caring, not just knowing.

"Nothing," I said, sniffing and clearing my throat. I rubbed my face.

"Randy, it couldn't have been nothing. Please, just talk to me. I promise I wont judge you or-" Istella jumped back, and I froze, as the door opened. Cody peeked his head in.

"Hey Istella, just wanted to make sure you got here safel- Randy, are you crying?" Cody stared in shock, and I didn't know what to say.

"It's my fault. I was looking around for my iTouch cause I didn't see Randy. He grabbed my shoulder from behind and I was on edge so I kicked him pretty hard in the..." Istella looked down pointedly, and Cody winced, nodding. Istella turned to me, and I vaguely wondered why she wasn't just telling him what a weakling I was. "Sorry about that, again. I hope you feel better." Istella stared at me for a minute, her eyes shooting me a deeper look, showing the deeper meaning of her words.

"It's okay." I spoke quickly, not trusting myself completely.

"Randy, you sure you can perform tonight? If the 'boys' aren't in good shape, you may need to see a doctor." Cody winced as he stared at me with concern and sympathy.

"I'm fine, Cody." I growled the words at him, shooting him a hard look. He backed up, putting his hands up.

"Just watching out for you, man." Cody looked to Istella. "You coming back?"

"Yeah, I still need to find my iTouch though. I stopped looking for it when I hurt Randy." Istella smiled at Cody, and he nodded.

"Alright, see you in a few. I'm heading back." Cody looked from Istella to me, and I nodded.

"Bye Cody," Istella said as he closed the door behind himself. Istella then turned to me, and I stared at her curiously.

"Why did you do that?" I flinched at the harsh tone in my voice. Istella's eyes widened, and then she seemed to relax, ignoring the rudeness.

"Do what?" She sounded a little surprised, and I raised my eyebrow.

"Why'd you lie instead of telling Cody that I was being a pussy?" I spoke bluntly, not beating around the bush.

"Because I know something's bothering you that nobody else knows. I can see it in your eyes. I'm not as oblivious and annoying as you think I am." Istella spoke kindly, and I just stared at her, masking my surprise. Nobody could ever read me so well... who the hell was this girl, and where did she come from?

"You don't know anything about me." I spoke in a clipped tone. I couldn't believe had almost told a complete stranger about Wade, the voices, and... Sam.

"Well forgive me for trying to help you." Istella sounded upset and hurt, but I just shook my head, laughing cruelly.

"I don't need anyones help, especially not a strangers. If anything, I'd rather that you forget about what you just witnessed, and left me alone," I snarled at her, glaring coldly. She looked taken aback, but I didn't care. I had to stop her from getting so close, and this was the only way.

"You know, I don't understand you!" Istella had jumped to her feet, and now she was damn near yelling in the locker room. "You hate me before you know me. You ignore me, help me when I think someone is going to try and rape me, but then you go and blame me for what almost happened! Then you bump into me, blame me for being in the way, then take me to a doctor and get yourself involved in the situation by saying you'll take care of me, but now you want to go back to ignoring me? Well, fuck you and your help! I don't need this, and I sure as hell can't wait for these four months to be over!" Istella's face was twisted with rage, and I felt my blood boil. Who did she think she was? I shot up, looking down at her. I gritted my teeth as I glared at her, trying not to shove her or do anything wrong to her.

"Get out of my locker room. Get the playboy Brandon to take care of you. After that he'll just fuck you and leave you for the next piece of ass that walks past him." I was growling and snarling, animalistic sounds releasing from my throat. I bared my teeth, clenching my fists. Istella's anger dissolved, and she looked like she had been slapped.

"He's not like that. He's nothing like what you say he is. He's more of a man than you'll ever be." Istella tried to sound tough, but her voice broke. I shook my head, pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingers. I closed my eyes. After a fee seconds I heard her again. "Oh god..." I heard her mutter. I opened my eyes in time to see her toppling towards the ground. I caught her, laying her down on the couch.

"Don't move." I spoke coldly, still pissed. I got my cellphone and called Ted, giving him the instructions on where to get the prescription medication. After I spoke to him, I hung up. Walking over to the bench, I sat down, putting my head in my hands. Today felt like it had been dragging on for a long time.

"Randy?" I released a deep breath, counting to ten before I looked up, biting my tongue literally to keep from saying anything mean. I just looked at her, waiting for her to go on. "Talk to me, please. I want to help you. I don't know why, but I do." I rolled my eyes, snorting.

"You want to help me? Or do you want to put everything I say into a little book to profit off of it? That's a hell of a good way to get information out of me, but it's not gonna happen," I spat at her, giving her a withering stare. Granted, I was proven wrong earlier when she hadn't ratted me out to Code, but I knew that she might have just been trying to lull me into a sense of security.

I laid on the bench, even though it was thin. I managed to balance myself out, closing my eyes and trying to catch a small nap. After a while, I heard a knock at the door. I got up slowly, tired and drained in more ways than one.

"Come in," I grumbled as I glanced in a mirror. Damn, I looked like shit. I mentally noted to go wash up in the bathroom before my match against Swagger.

"Hey Randy, I got the medicine, and I got a burger, too. The pharmacist said that you have to eat when you take the meds." I listened as Ted set the bags down, and I opened my eyes to see Ted smiling at Istella sympathetically. She sat up, clutching her head, and put away her phone.

"Thanks, Ted," I said in a monotone, getting up and walking over to the table to briefly glance over what he had gotten.

"No problem. Bye, guys." Ted sent another smile to Istella, a nod my way, and then left. I felt tired, and I rubbed my face, wishing I could just go home and sleep until the middle of the next day.

"Oh no," I heard Istella mutter. I looked up to see her face tinged with a pale green. Covering her mouth, she bolted for the bathroom. I followed her just as quickly, watching as she stuck her head into the porcelain toilet bowl. Without thinking, I kneeled next to her, pulling her hair away from her face. After a few seconds she removed her face frm the bowl, groaning lightly.

"Come here," I muttered, using my free hand to help her up. I walked her to the sink and kept a hold on her hair as she washed out her mouth. Opening a cabinet with one hand, I handed Istella a bottle of mouthwash. She took it with a greatful shine in her eyes.

"Thanks," she said quietly, after she had finished splashing her face with water. I nodded, grabbing a towel and handing it to her.

"Eat something so you can take the meds. It'll help." I knew that she hated me for being a prick, but I couldn't stop myself from talking to her.

"I-I can't eat right now. I would just th-throw it up again." Istella shook her head, eyes widening in disgust and fear as she rejected my idea. I groaned, shaking my head. I sat her down on the couch and looked at her. Didn't she realize that she had to take the medicine so she would feel better?

"Don't be stubborn. I know it's hard, but you wont throw it up. Trust me." I spoke to her with les venom in my voice, trying to convince her. Istella looked up at me, her green eyes twinkling.

"It's a little hard to trust someone who yells at you one minute, and helps you the next." She smiled a little, and I couldn't believe it. I felt a little twist of guilt at what I had done, and I felt sorry for her. I shook off the guilt, reaching into a bag and handing her the burger.

"Eat." I said softly, watching her intently. Her gaze was fixed on mine, obviously trying to read my thoughts. I stood up, looking at her with a cocked brow. "I'm not telling you anything."

"I know, it's just that... could you do me a favor?" Istella sounded meek, and I waited for her to go on. After a few moments, she looked at me with uncertainty. "Could you warn me or give me a heads up before you get mad and scary? I don't want to deal with that Randy." She spoke softly, her green eyes soft with her unhidden emotions. I stared into them, two pools of unending honesty and transparency.

"I can't control my emotions." I spoke quietly, not wanting to scare her. For some reason, I wanted to be nice to her, wanted to let her into my life, but her words had jarred me, making me remember the harsh reality. I could never let anyone into my life, because at any moment the voices would come back, fuck with my mind, and make me bitter and dangerous. "I think it would be best... if we acted like we never talked, after you've recovered." I inwardly cringed at how horrible I sounded, but I was just doing what was best for Istella's safety, because for some reason... I cared about keeping her safe.

ISTELLA'S POV-

I blinked once, not comprehending what Randy had said for a moment. He had seemed in deep thought, his brow furrowing as he spoke slowly, each word enunciated. I finally got it: he was just an arrogant ass who was trying to play a hero.

"Go to hell, Randy. I cant believe you. I can't wait to be free from you." I glared at him, hatred pouring out of my heart. How could he be such a dick when I was trying to help?

I watched as Randy lifted his head, slowly. It was like he wasn't seeing me, his eyes glazed over. Suddenly, he was kneeling next to me, his hands gripping the tops of my arms in a vice-like grip, his face inches from mine. I didn't stop staring into his eyes, even though I was scared senseless.

"You have no idea..." Randy's eyes were clouded, an icy blue, and he spoke through gritted teeth. He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head once. "Shut up..." He said softly, almost inaudibly. He looked at me again. "You don't know me. You will never know me. If you only knew how I already live through hell, day by day, never being able to... I don't have to explain myself to you." Randy spoke harshly, demonically, and I shivered. His grip tightened, and I winced from a shot of pain, gasping. His eyes cleared, and as he saw what he was doing, his mouth opened slowly.

"Randy..." I spoke quietly, afraid.

"Shit," He whispered, jumping away from me and giving me an anguished look. The feeling flooded back into my arms, and I rubbed them. I knew there would be bruises there tomorrow. Weirdly enough, though, I couldn't be mad at him. It was because I saw in his eyes... it wasn't him, it was something else that had made him snap. He shook his head slowly, rubbing his hand over the dark shade of hair on his head, looking like a mess of emotions and nerves. "I need to wash up." He stalked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

"What is it Randy? What is it that made you so cold?" I spoke quietly, feeling tears pricking my eyes. A headache started to pound in my ears, but I ignored it. I felt my heart go out to the man who was going through so much pain. His eyes, though normally guarded, had been clear for a few seconds, as the cloud had disappeared, and beneath his mask laid the look of a small boy who was scared of something, like a monster was after him. I felt sick, and decided to listen to Randy, doing anything to stop his worrying, making his life one problem less. Eating the burger forcefully, I managed to keep it down, taking the medication straight after. I guess there was sedatives in it, because my eyes had started to grow heavy. I soon fell into a deep slumber, my mind engulfed in a deep ocean of thoughts, revolving around one man.

RANDY'S POV-

Aw hell, what the fuck had I done? What the fuck had I done? Why did the voices choose to fuck with me at the moment when I was trying to be normal? Why did they haunt me? My life was crashing down, and I felt like everything was so damn suffocating.

I was trying to talk to her, and then she had provoked them. The goddamned voices! They had started messing with me, making me lose it. I knew I had given her bruises, but I hadn't meant it! I knew that I had to distance myself from her, and fast. She probably hated me now anyways, so there wasn't too much damage done.

I leaned against the cool wall of the bathroom, running my hands over my face. I tried to calm myself down, clearing my head. After five minutes, I got up, washing my face with ice cold water. I looked at my reflection, finding a small amount of relief as I noticed the red, swollen, puffiness had gone down.

I wondered where my iPod was, and remembered that I had never taken it back from Istella. Great, this was fucking super. I needed my music to calm down, but I didn't trust myself to be around anyone right now, not even to ask for my iPod.

Didn't she get it? I was only friends with people who were guys, people who were in the wrestling business, people who could defend themselves if someone became vengeful towards me. Someone like Stuart. I laughed without humor, remembering when I had been friends with the guy. Who knew that he would become jealous and turn into a murdering monster if I broke into the business before him? It was sickening.

Sighing, I rubbed my face, looking at my reflection once more.

"Drop her, or Stu will." I gritted my teeth as I heard the voice.

"Fuck off, I can be her friend if I want, I'll protect her from that bastard." I spoke quietly to the voice, not wanting anyone to overhear. I realized that I had said something that made total sense. I could be Istella's friend in front of people, as long as I protected her.

"You're a fool. She hates you, she's afraid of you. How will you protect her?" The voice spoke in a sarcastic tone, sounding disgusted with me.

"I can protect her. I know I can. I have to apologize. I have to tell her." I spoke quietly, but I spoke with finality, knowing what I had to do. I stepped out of the bathroom, and looked at the couch. I released a low growl as I saw Istella's sleeping form. Stalking over to the bench, I sat down, pulling off my shirt and warming up for my match. I could tell her later, there was no reason to wake her up.

When there was ten minutes left before my match, I walked over to the coffee table. I threw out the empty bag and the wrapper of the burger, smiling a little as I realized she had followed my advice.

I ripped a piece of paper off of a nearby pad, scribbling a note.

GONE TO THE RING. BE BACK SOON. DON'T GO ANYWHERE, WE NEED TO TALK. -RKO

Setting the note on the table beside her sleeping form, I exited, closing the door behind me quietly. I went to guerrilla position, and noted Swagger standing there with his Heavyweight championship, rubbing the back of his head. As I approached, Swagger turned and met my eye for a moment. I saw the fear in them, and looked away, focusing on what I had to do.

Swagger went out as his music hit, and I waited patiently as it seemed to go on forever. Finally, I heard it

I hear voices in my head

They council me

They understand

They talk to me

I snorted as I walked out, wondering how the hell the voices ever understood me. They did for a small time, but now all they did was disagree with me. I stalked towards the ring, entering in a fluid motion.

The match commenced, and I went through the moves perfectly, wishing it was over already. Finally, a few moves later, I hit a thunderous RKO. As I pinned Swagger, I spoke out of the corner of my mouth.

"Thats for almost hitting a girl in my locker room." I got up, and saw Jack look at me with terror in his eyes. I took my championship and went backstage once more, wanting to be in the locker room already.

I approached the door and pulled it open, finding Istella sitting up on the couch, watching the television monitor. As I came in she turned, smiling at me. She yawned, and I sat down on the bench, wiping myself down with a small towel.

"Good job out there, Randy." Istella spoke so quietly, that I wondered if she thought she could break me with her words. Maybe she knew that she could break my sanity with one wrong move... that would explain her tone. I nodded once, setting the towel down and looking at her arms.

There was some light bruising where I had squeezed her arms, and I cringed inwardly. "I'm sorry about snapping." I felt weird apologizing, but I felt a little wave of relief, like a weight that I had been dragging around was cut off me.

"It's fine. What did you want to talk about?" She cocked her head to the side, looking curious, and I stood up.

"I'd like to shower first, if you don't mind. It'll only take a few minutes." Istella nodded, and I grabbed a towel as I walked inside.

I showered quickly, washing away the tension as well as the sweat. I toweled my body dry, and then tied the towel around my waist. After taking a few deep breaths, I stepped out, ready to tell Istella why I had been acting the way I was, and deciding to stop the bitchy attitude right then.

ISTELLA'S POV-

As the water turned on in the shower, I thought about what could have happened to change Randy's demeanor. I had woken up and found the note, and turned on the television in time to see Randy RKO Jack. I had to admit, seeing that made me smile, the cocky bastard deserved what he got.

I listened to the running water, closing my eyes as I thought about everything. I didn't want to say it, but I had been dreaming about something, and it was something that was going to be the death of me.

I had been dreaming about Randy Orton.

Sure, he had been a bastard, but I saw his nice side, and I knew there was a reason that he wore a mask of anger. I couldn't help but want to know more about what made Randy so closed off.

I also had to admit... his husky voice, his warm arms, his deep blue eyes... they were all so enticing. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I groaned as I thought of him in his wrestling trunks, leaning my head back on the couch. Why did the most psychotic man have to be the hottest man?

I groaned again when I thought of how his hands on my body had caused heat and electricity. I doubted he felt them, since he didn't care about me in any way, but I had felt like I was burning wherever he touched me.

"Dreaming about me, princess?" I shot my head up, surprised to see and hear Randy. I was more shocked that he had made a joke, and was smirking in my presence. It was the first time he had showed something other than hate or worry.

"No, I wasn't actually..." I trailed off as I realized what he was wearing. Or what he wasn't wearing. All he had on was a white towel, his body glistening with droplets of water. I felt my face flush as Randy smirk grew more defined, noticing my wandering eyes.

"Enjoying the show?" He raised an eyebrow as I shook my head, and he shrugged. "Well, unfortunately for you, I have to wear clothes, so I'll give you ten seconds to decide what you want to do." I couldn't help myself, I giggled at his antics. I couldn't believe that I was talking to Randy Orton, I mean, he never acted this way! What had changed?

Closing my eyes, I smiled. "Alright, go ahead." I smiled and waited for him to finish up. "Are you decent?" I asked after a minute.

"Sure, princess." I opened my eyes, and squealed as I fell into the couch, stuffing my face into the fabric. I rolled my eyes, trying to stop the shiver going down my back as I heard a low chuckle.

"I thought you said you were decent!" I complained, trying to get the image of Randy's totally naked ass out of my brain.

"I'm always decent. That doesn't necessarily mean that I'm wearing clothes." I heard the amusement in his voice, and shook my head.

"You're unbelievable," I muttered. Suddenly, I felt his warm hand on my arm, and he gently pulled me into a sitting position.

He sat on the edge of the wooden table, staring at my arm with an unreadable expression. Finally, he took something from the table, which I saw was a tube.

"This will help," he said quietly, squeezing some of the paste into his hands and rubbing it on the area where he had bruised me. I saw that he was wearing dark pants with a black button up shirt. He had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, and he wore a black wife beater underneath.

"I can do it, if you want." I gently grabbed his hands, and he shook his head.

"It's fine." He continued to massage the same arm, and I felt the heat from his touch, a flame searing through me.

"You wanted to talk?" I asked him, tilting my head as I stared at him. He looked up, nodding, and moved to my other arm, getting more of the paste.

"I wanted to apologize, for everything. I've acted like a jackass for the past two days, and you didn't deserve it. It's just that..." He seemed to hesitate, rubbing my arm a little harder, but then softening his grip.

"What is it, Randy? Tell me, I promise I won't say a word to anyone. Just trust me." I waited, and his eyes seemed to be faraway for a moment. He looked up at me, his eyes clearing immediately, and he had a small smile on his lips.

"I can't let anyone get hurt. This business... people hurt people by taking out their friends, family, significant others," Randy said, choking a little on the last two words. "But," he continued, "I know that I can protect my friends... at least one friend... that is, if you don't hate me too much already." He looked at me hopefully, and I nodded, mulling over his words.

"I would like nothing more than to be your friend, Randy. But, on one condition." I saw his eyes glint with interest, and he smirked.

"Most people would just say yes and be happy with that-"

"But-"

"But, you're not most people." Randy finished his sentence, reading my mind. I laughed softly, nodding. I realized that Randy was still rubbing my arm, but he didn't seem to realize it. Selfishly, I didn't say anything, not wanting to lose his touch.

"My only condition is that you don't close up all of a sudden. If I'm your friend, you have to trust me. That's all I ask." I grabbed his shoulders, looking into his face. I realized how close we were, and backed up a little, putting space between our faces.

"Alright, it's a done deal. And if I'm your friend, then keep in mind that I'm overbearing and protective. I can't live knowing that my fried was hurt because of me... not again..." He spoke the last two words quietly, and I wondered if I had heard them right. He got up suddenly, smirking as he looked at me. "So you and Brandon, huh?" He asked with a kind tone, but I saw something flash in his eyes.

"Well, I guess you could say that. I don't even know why I agreed to the first date, I don't even like him, he's a womanizer!" I fell back onto the couch, groaning. Randy's face lit up, and he reached into my pocket quickly, pulling out my phone.

"Let me fix this dilemma for you." Randy's voice sounded amused, and I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms.

"What are you doing, Randy?" I spoke with warning in my voice, hoping he wouldn't do anything reckless.

"Like you said, princess, friends trust each other." He winked at me as he put the phone to his ear. I waited, holding my breath. "Hello, Brandon?... This is Randy... Yes, she's fine. Listen, I want to make up my rude behavior from the past couple of days, so I'm going to be letting Istella get some information for her assignment today... She feels a little under the weather, too. I'll take care of her though... Brandon, are you implying that I can't take care of someone?... Okay then, bye." Randy hung up, handing the phone back to me, and I exploded into a fit of giggled. "What?"

"That last thing you said was so vicious, poor guy must be scared!" I shook my head, straightening up. He nodded, chuckling.

"I may have been a little harsh on the guy." His blue eyes were bright, and he seemed like a whole different Randy from when I saw him before.

"A little? I don't think he'll ever talk to me again. Poor me." I frowned mockingly, and Randy looked at me incredulously.

"If it's that depressing to you, then I could call him right back." He started reaching for my phone, but I pulled back, shaking my head.

"No, no, no! I'll live, it's okay." I smiled, and tried to get up. Randy steped up and grabbed my hands, helping me keep my balance.

"So what would you like to do today?" His face was inches from mine, and I felt my face flush. I hoped, prayed, that it didn't show, but judging from Randy's smirk, I knew it did.

"Uhmm... how about a bar?" I spoke breathlessly, trying to get my thoughts back together. His eyes were beautiful, and he smelled delicious. Focus, I thought to myself. I blinked a few times, looking down at our hands.

"A bar it is. Anything for you, princess." I heard him chuckle, and then I was off of the ground, in his arms.

"Randy!" I squealed, laughing. "I can walk, put me down!" I tried to stand again, but he shook his head, eyes shining.

"No can do. I need to get you to the car safely." He balanced me in one arm, grabbing his gym bag before holding me in both arms again. We left the locker room, and I rolled my eyes.

"Jerk, I muttered, closing my eyes. Honestly, I just closed my eyes because I knew that this Randy, the laughing, nice one, was making it hard for me to not like him in that way.

"Excuse me? I guess we'll just go home then." I heard the echoing of his voice, and knew we were in the parking lot. I shot my eyes open, shaking my head.

"No, I'm sorry. You're not a jerk! Can we please go to the bar?" I stared at him with my best pleading face, and he nodded, laughing.

"Of course." He used one hand to open the passenger seat of the car door, and set me down, shutting the door. He walked around and got in the car, starting it up.

"Where's the bar?" I asked as he backed out and started driving out of the arena.

"Its within walking distance of my house. We;ll drop the car off and then go." He turned on the radio, and I smiled as I heard 'Diary of Jane' by Breaking Benjamin play.

"Do you mind if I turn it up?" I asked Randy, not wanting to totally impose on his niceness. He shrugged.

"Sure, if you want." He smirked, and I cocked my head as I stared at him.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, princess. Just, it's weird that you like bands that I like." He shrugged, and I finally asked him something else.

"Why do you call me that?" I looked in his eyes. It was dark out, but his blue eyes were shining, bright in the night.

"What?" He sounded confused as he glanced my way.

"Princess..." I trailed off, and he shrugged again.

"I don't know, I just do." He left it at that, and I gasped, suddenly remembering something.

"Randy! How is everyone else getting back?" I stared at him wide-eyed, and he full-out laughed, loud.

"Cody and Ted were picking up their rental today at the arena, they have a ride, don't worry." His lips were turned into a smile, and I looked at his face, studying it.

He was truly flawless, and it was killing me to be in his presence. I knew that he was too good for me, I mean, I was an ordinary girl, and I knew that he had girls that were ten times hotter than I ever would be, kissing his shoes.

"What are you thinking?" I was startled to hear Randy's voice, even though it was soft. I shrugged, trying to cover up my thoughts.

"Nothing," I mumbled, looking out the window.

"Hey," he said softly. I turned and he glanced my way once, his eyes full of... compassion? "You seem troubled, what's up?" He sounded so caring, but I knew if I opened my mouth then I would be screwed. I just shook my head.

"Honestly? I just blanked out." I smiled at him, and he nodded. We finally pulled into his driveway, and as soon as he cut the engine, I got out of the car, walking to the trunk.

"Get back here! What are you doing?" Randy had jumped out of the car, rushing over to make sure that I hadn't fallen over.

"Chill! I'm fine, the meds helped. Don't worry." I smiled at him, and he nodded slowly. Pocketing his car keys, Randy put a hand against the small of my back, guiding me in the direction of the bar.

"I'm just doing this because if you fall and crack your head open, then everyone will blame me." He sounded joking, but I could hear the seriousness in his tone. I nodded, sighing. We walked for two minutes before we got to a small bar. Randy held the door open, gently pushing me inside before he followed.

We sat down in a booth table area, as per Randy's request, and ordered two beers, Randy staring at me with his eyebrows raised.

"What?" I asked, confused by his look.

"Beer? Really?" He sounded surprised, and I laughed, nodding.

"Yup, I'm a simple person. Drinks on me?" I asked, smiling at him. He grinned wickedly, his pearly white teeth showing, and his eyes glinted mischievously.

"You offered, I'm accepting. You'll be bankrupt by the end of the night, princess." He laughed, and we started drinking, occasionally engaging in small talk.

After an hour of drinking, I was drunk to the point where everything seemed to be floating around. I felt someone next to me, and their arm pulled around me. I was confused, since I had been sitting across from Randy in the cushioned booth. I looked across from me and realized that he had moved to sit next to me.

"I think we should get back now." Randy's breath was hot on my ear, and I nodded, relaxing into his strong grip. After a moment of silence, Randy slipped out of the booth, guiding me with him. His arm never left my side, pinning me to him. We walked for a few feet, but we were both too drunk to walk.

"Randy, what're we gonna do?" I hic-cupped, and he smiled lazily, motioning to the building next door, a large, beautiful building.

"We'll stay in the hotel and sleep off the hangovers." His voice slurred, and I nodded. We went inside, and the people at the concierge desk seemed to know Randy well, because they directed him to a room without any questions. Randy dragged me along, and next thing I knew, we were in a beautiful suite.

"It's so pretty," I mumbled, yawning as I stretched out.

"It is." I shivered as I felt Randy's breath on my neck. His hands were holding mine, and I was leaning into his chest. I turned around, trying to keep my balance. I stumbled, and Randy gently steadied me against a wall. I looked into his eyes, and the were bright blue, and flaming. He seemed to be looking into my eyes, reading my soul, and I let him, too entranced by his gaze.

"You're so beautiful," He whispered. "No wonder everyone loves you." He leaned forward, his forehead pressed to mine.

"You're eyes are pretty," I giggled childishly. I felt his hands travel up and down my arms, moving to slide against my sides. I felt a burning sensation where his fingers trailed, and I stared into his eyes. I realized that they were lustful, and I wondered if mine were showing my want for him, too. "Randy, I-"

Randy silenced my words with a fiery kiss, sending my thoughts away, and leaving me blank. All I thought about was his soft lips molding to mine, his hands cupping my ass. I moved my hands, raking them against his back slowly. He moved his hands, too, slipping them under my shirt and holding my waist.

"Randy," I moaned into his mouth, without thinking. I heard him growl animalistically, and his tongue traced my lips. I opened my mouth letting him in. I felt like my body was burning as his tongue tasted me inside and out, and my eyelids fluttered open.

We pulled back, breathing heavily, and his blue eyes were burning brighter than before. He moved his lips to my ear, grazing his teeth against my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine.

"I want you, now." He growled huskily, sending my mind into a frenzy. He picked me up, and I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist, letting him carry me. I felt his lips connect with mine, and this time I slipped my tongue in his mouth, tasting him, trying to remember his musky, beautiful scent and taste.

My back met the bed, and Randy's lips moved hungrily down my neck stopping at the base of my collarbone. Slowly, he hooked his fingers around the base of my shirt, and pulled up, tossing it to the side. He stood up shakily, eyes wandering my body, looking at my black lace bra with unhidden lust.

He unhooked the bra, attacking my chest. He swiped his tongue across me, and grazed his teeth gently, causing me to moan. I arched my back, and he stood up again, tossing his shirt and wife beater to the side. His muscles rippled, and he crashed his lips against mine, pulling at my jeans as our tongues danced passionately.

He pulled them off, and slid down sensually, his bright blue eyes full of curiosity. He unbuckled his own jeans, letting then pool at his feel, kicking them aside. He stood in only his boxers, and I felt like I was the sun, burning and sizzling from the heat.

Randy slip onto his knees, looking between my legs. He pulled the lace panties off, and then licked my womanhood. I moaned loudly, and Randy released a low ruble from his throat. His mouth moved skillfully, making me go crazy. I bucked against him, and he held my hands down with his own, pinning me to the bed. I gasped as I saw spots explode before my eyes.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me." Randy now used his hand, slipping them inside of me, eliciting more moans.

"Oh Randy," I gasped as I felt the first waved crash over me, the ecstasy causing me to buck more. Randy moved his hands quickly, hitting my sweet spot, and I shivered from the feelings. He slowed as I started to calm down from the orgasm. He snaked up my body, kissing me on the lips gently. I felt me head spin as I tasted myself on his lips. Randy pulled back, and slid up so he was laying on the bed, guiding me next to him. He hovered over me, kissing me, moving his lips down my neck, groaning as I gently pushed myself into his pelvis. I released a breathless laugh as I felt how large his erection was. With one swift motion, Randy's boxers were gone. I suddenly wanted to give him the same thing that he had given me, and I pushed him onto his back, so I was on top of him. His eyes widened, and then sparkled with curiosity.

I slid down, and looked up at him from under my lashes. Slowly, I let my hand trace his throbbing manhood. He groaned as I watched his dick twitch in anticipation. I stroked him softly, never looking away from his face. I saw his blue eyes twinkle, and I slowly brought my mouth to his manhood, licking him softly.

RANDY'S POV-

I felt my dick pulsate when she was stroking me, but when her tongue touched me... I felt like grabbing her by her long black hair and pushing her down onto me. Instead I gripped the comforter of the bed, smirking as I saw Istella's bright green eyes stare into mine. She brought the head of my member into her mouth, and I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, growling as I felt her hot, wet mouth on my shaft. She moved up and down slowly, and my breathing grew ragged. I faintly wondered if she was a virgin. It had seemed like it when I had been stroking her sweet sex with my hand, but then again she could have just been tight after a long time.

Istella brought me to the brink, her mouth alternating between quick, hard strokes, and soft, slow ones. As I got close to coming, she stopped, smirking evilly.

"I think you've had enough, Randy." Istella slid up, kissing my mouth, and I groaned against her as I tasted myself, our two tastes mingling. I didn't know what had made me hate her before: she was beautiful, and I felt more than just lust as we kissed.

Istella started moving away, and I grabbed her hands, pulling her back up.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked her, my erection prodding her as she sat on my lap. She smiled, looking back.

"I'll sleep on the couch." She started to pull away again, but I stopped her, letting my eyes graze down her perfect body. She had one hell of a rack, with an amazing, toned body. I shook my head slowly; she couldn't be a virgin, that would be too perfect.

"You're not going anywhere, princess," I growled huskily, remembering how she had moaned my name. I pulled her in for another kiss, and rolled off of the bed, pulling her to the edge.

"Where am I sleeping then?" I growled at her teasing voice, making a mental note to make her pay for her sedcutive tone.

"Who said anything about sleeping?" I slurred, slowly moving my shaft near her hot sex. She stared deep into my eyes, holding my shoulders as her plump pink lips rounded into an 'o' of surprise. I didn't break my eye contact as I slid into her slowly. I felt her tightening walls around me, and almost blew it right then. Knowing that I had to make her pay, though, I slid slowly, thrusting her softly. Her hands raked my back, and she threw her head back, moaning as her back arched.

"Randy, oh..." I felt myself hit a barrier, and I wondered again whether she was a virgin. A few thrusts later, I found out, cringing as she cried out in pain. I stopped moving, looking into her eyes as a tear slid down her cheek. I pulled out, seeing a tinge of pink.

"Oh fuck, I didn't know. I'll stop..." I felt like a bastard. I had just taken her virginity while we were drunk! I didn't even ask for her consent. I was so screwed that it wasn't even funny.

"Randy," I looked down as Istella whispered my name, her eyes gleaming. "Don't stop. I want you, I need you." She spoke so seductively, and I realized that she didn't even know it. I looked into her eyes, trying to make sure that my drunken mind wasn't playing games with me.

"Are you sure?" I looked at her, hovering over her. She nodded slowly, smirking as her eyes flashed wickedly.

"Unless you don't think you're man enough to take me on." She challenged me, and I felt myself grin, shaking my head.

"You shouldn't have said that, princess." I slid into her gently, thrusting her hard a few times so I could break her barrier completely, and feeling a pang of despair in my heart when she cried out at each thrust. Finally breaking through completely, I slowed my thrusts, staring into Istella's bright green eyes. Her tears had subsided, and she leaned forward, her face inches from mine. She arched her back as she moved her hips against mine. I gritted my teeth as we moved together, feeling closer to coming.

"Oh god," she whimpered, throwing her head back, her black hair cascading down her back. I brought my mouth to hers, loving the way her moans felt against my lips. I felt her getting closer, her walls tightening, and she groaned into my lips.

"Fuck," I mumbled against her lips, her tightening walls making me get closer. "Stells, you're driving me crazy," I whispered hoarsely, moving my lips to her ear.

"Oh Randy, don't stop." I kissed her again, tongue slipping into her mouth, groaning as she started moving faster against my hips. As I felt her walls pull in, I slowed even more, drawing out the session. She moaned loudly, her now swollen, pink lips pressing together. "You fucker," she mumbled against my lips, making me smile.

"Payback is a bitch." I felt her trying to pump against me, but I had her pinned down, so she couldn't move. "Fight it, princess." I moved my hands up and down her body, feeling goosebumps appear on her skin.

"I don't want to... ohhh." Istella moaned as I gently caressed her most sensitive spot, her little nub. She gasped, and I felt her walls contract. I stopped immediately, and she groaned in frustration.

"Fight it, hold it in." I slowly began my pace again, feeling my dick throb as she whimpered, trying to speed up the process. I stopped again, kissing her on the lips, keeping myself inside of her, but not moving.

"I can't. Oh god Randy," she groaned as I pushed myself into her as far as I could go, filling her to the brim. She tried desperately to pump against me, and I felt my dick throb from her attempts.

"You can do anything, Stells." I sped up, feeling her back arch, her head tilting back. I kissed hungrily down her throat, a growl ripping from my throat as she traced her nails up and down my back.

"Randy!" She yelled out my name as her walls tightened around me.

"Look at me," I spoke quickly to her, and she snapped her head forward, looking right into my eyes as she came. She yelled my name again as she shook, convulsing from the strength of her orgasms. I followed after, my seed leaking into her. "Stella!" I groaned, slowing my thrusts as I finished.

We collapsed onto the bed, and I slid up so my head was on a pillow, pulling Istella up with me. I pulled her body to mine, our skin melting into one. We both panted, and after a few minutes, our breathing mellowed out.

"Randy?" Istella spoke quietly, and I felt nervous. What if she regretted it?

"Yes." I spoke quietly, listening to her breathing. She turned so she was facing me, her eyes staring into mine, two deep green pools.

"That was amazing." She leaned forward, kissing me, and then she tucked her head into my chest. I pulled my arms around her, feeling protective, and I smiled.

"That's because you're amazing, princess." I hugged her tighter, and she gently pushed me so I way lying on my back. She put her head on my chest, her hand over my heart, and I wrapped my right arm around her. I felt relaxed with her warmth there, and after a few minutes, I fell asleep, never letting Istella go.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So ... just wondering , how many of you think that they'll remember what happened ? And do any of you think one person will remember over the other ? What does this mean for them ? This could be the start of something good ... or terrible . Tell me your thoughts , I appreciate it !;D