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Chapter 8:
ISTELLA'S POV-
Light shined in through the room, and I groaned as I woke up. The bright sunlight bothered me, and I was about to roll over, but I gasped.
There was an arm around me, a heavy arm.
I muscled, tattooed arm.
I held my breath, releasing it slowly as I felt a pounding headache. I tried to remember what had happened the night before. I only saw a blur, but then it became clearer and I remembered.
I remembered our night full of passion and sex.
Oh no.
I wondered if Randy had any recollection of the night before, and decided to get into my clothes as quickly as possible. I would just tell Randy that he fell asleep naked while I was still in my outfit. Simple, right?
I struggled to pull out of Randy's grasp without him waking up. His grip tightened on my waist, and I sighed in frustration. Thankfully, Randy groaned and turned over onto his back, freeing me. I froze, making sure he was asleep, before gathering my clothes and slipping them on hurriedly.
I slipped back into the bed, and turned so I was facing Randy. His profile was smooth, his whole body peaceful. I stared thoughtfully, feeling a closeness to Randy's face when it was devoid of his arrogant attitude.
"Stop staring, princess." I jumped as Randy turned, pulling me by the waist as he smirked, eyes bright with mischief.
"I wasn't staring," I muttered, looking down for a moment, before looking up again, remembering that Randy was naked. Randy chuckled, and he stared at me.
"So what are we doing in a bed together? I remember going to the bar but that's it." He frowned a little in confusion, and I felt a pang in my heart. Did he really not remember the night we had spent together? Did he not remember what we had done, what he had taken from me.
"Umm, well we came back and fell asleep. I don't really know... I need to take a shower." I smiled at him, and slipped out of his grasp, heading for the bathroom. I decided that a ht shower would clear my head, and hopefully kill my headache along with my memory.
"Alright, I'll go after you," Randy called to my retreating figure. I nodded as I headed in, shutting the door before I slid down onto the ground, letting my tears fall at last.
RANDY'S POV-
As soon as the door closed behind Istella, I groaned, remembering the night before.
The details were too vivid, and the feeling... I turned onto my stomach, groaning into my pillow as my little friend grew big with excitement.
I didn't- no, I couldn't be the one to remember everything. Istella had to tell me that she remembered, otherwise I was going to play dumb. I remembered her moaning my name...
To hell with it.
I thought about what I had done for the past hour, before she had woken up. A massive headache was pounding out a beat in my mind, and when I turned to see Istella sleeping so peacefully next to me, her face a picture of angelic purity, I couldn't stop looking, and instinctively put my arm around her. After that, I had just stared at her until she stirred, getting up to wear her clothes before she got in bed again.
It was strange, though. The only other time that I had felt this way about a girl was with Saman- with her.
I gulped, quickly forgetting the thought. I realized that the women I had started to fuck with, three years after she was gone, were all nothing to me. I didn't have any feelings, I was just satisfying my needs. Whenever I woke up next to those girls, I would slip out, forgetting them within the hour. With Istella, I couldn't bear to look away. It was a scary attraction, and I didn't know what to do about it.
Wade would hurt any of my friends just to fuck with my mind, but if I ever showed more feelings than friendship... Wade would become psychotic, crossing all boundaries to rid my love from the world.
Love.
No. Could it...
No, it couldn't be. Not even if I wanted it to be.
I gritted my teeth as I thought about my feelings towards Istella. She was flawless. I had no idea why I didn't like her before. Because I sure as hell liked her now. And to top off my confusion, I had taken something from her which she could never get back. I had taken her virginity, and I knew that she would never forget that, no matter how drunk she was.
I listened to the water in the shower, a soft splashing noise, and I closed my eyes, trying to clear my throbbing head. I had dug a huge hole around myself, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to get out.
"See, if you hadn't been friendly with her, this would never have happened." The voice sounded smug, and I sat up, pissed at it's appearance. I pulled on a pair of boxers, trying to numb my brain.
"Get the fuck out of my head. I don't need to hear you." I growled quietly, hoping that Istella wouldn't hear me from the shower.
"Oh, but you know I'm right. Who knows what Wade's going to plan for this one's demise. I'm guessing it'll be slow... sadistic." I could almost hear the smirk of satisfaction in the voice, and I got off of the bed, pacing as I tried to clear my thoughts.
"No. Wade won't know. Nothing will happen." I hissed the words, shutting my eyes as I tried to stop the demented words of the monster inside of me.
"Imagine Samantha... only worse. Now wouldn't that be fun? Listen to me Randy, she'll only get hurt. Play dumb and leave her alone." The voice spoke in a sinuous, buttered tone, trying to persuade me. I bit the inside of my cheek, drawing blood as the pain shot through me, trying to keep myself from giving in to this non-feeling creature.
"Shut up, shut up, shut up," I spat through my teeth, trying to control the anger coursing through me.
"Or what? You can't get away from me, Randy. I'll always be here." I lost it as the voice laughed, its rasping sound echoing in my brain. I punched the wall, not caring that it was the same hand that I had punched with yesterday, and not caring that my hand shot with pain, or that the wall had an obvious crack there. I breathed heavily, pulling my hand back for another punch. I froze as another voice spoke.
"Randy... what are you doing?" I didn't loosen my hand, but I didn't punch the wall either, as I heard Istella's voice. She sounded worried, and her voice was quiet, like she was trying to be careful so she didn't provoke me. I took a few deep breaths, and felt a small, warm hand touch my lifted one. I relaxed my muscles as she brushed her fingers over my knuckles. "You hurt yourself," she said sadly. I looked down at her, cocking my head to the side as I studied her.
She was wrapped in a towel, and her hair was wet, dripping down her back. I saw the worry in her eyes, and saw the slight flush in her cheeks. I looked into the twin green pools, and was reminded of a small animal again, a little deer, so innocent. She looked up at me, and I stopped myself from gasping as I saw the slight swelling of her lips. I knew that she couldnt have missed that when looking in a mirror, and I felt my eyes soften as I saw the hurt in her eyes as she looked at me, poorly masking her emotions.
She knew. Of course she knew. And I had been stupid enough to believe that she had no idea what had happened the night before.
"I'm fine." I gently pulled my hand away, keeping my tone light. I grabbed her hand, brushing my lips across her knuckles briefly before I strode towards the bathroom, wanting some time to think.
"Randy?" I stopped and turned as Istella whispered my name.
"Yes?" I kept my tone neutral, making sure not to give away anything from my eyes.
"Who were you talking to?" She tilted her head to the side, batting her eyelashes, and I bit back a groan as I remembered last night, her eyes flaming as we made love. I waited for a minute before speaking.
"I'll tell you if you answer me something after I shower. Do you remember what happened yesterday? Think about it and tell me when I get out." I walked inside, shutting the door. I stepped into the shower, letting the cool water wash away all my thoughts, and the raging erection that had been produced thanks to my memories. I finished up swiftly, drying myself off before going into the cabinet and pulling out a pair of boxers with jeans, slipping them on. This was actually a private room in the hotel that I paid a monthly rent for, so every time I got shitfaced at the bar next door, I could just waltz in and spend the night. After a moment, I grabbed a pair of small boxer shorts and a large white tshirt, taking a deep breath before walking outside.
I opened the door quietly, and saw Istella sitting on the bed with her back facing me. She had her left side leaned against the headboard, legs crossed and pulled up to her chest, as she gazed out of the window, seeming to be in deep thoughts. I couldn't help myself as I walked up to her from behind, slowly making my way, leaning by her ear. I had no idea what possessed me to act this way with her, but I didn't really care.
"A penny for your thoughts, princess?" I whispered into her ear, making her jump. She turned her head slowly to face me, pulling her towel around herself more securely. I stared right into her eyes, trying to read her thoughts, but not succeeding. I placed the shorts and shirt next to her, moving away slowly. "Wear that for now, you can change when we get back." I found my wife beater n the ground, along with my shirt, and pulled the wife beater on, walking over to Istella to place the button up shirt next to her.
"What's this?" She asked, sounding confused.
"The shirt's a bit... see through. Wear my shirt to cover it up." I turned and sat on the bed, closing my eyes. "I'm not looking, don't worry." I listened to the bed creak slightly as she got up, and imagined her pulling off the towel, and biting my cheek to stop myself from thinking further.
"I'm done," she said after a few minutes. I opened m eyes and turned, looking her up and down, eyebrow raised. I would never say it out loud, but she looked damn good in my shirt.
"How's your head?" I asked softly, not wanting to scare her. She shrugged, smiling at me. I saw the look in her eyes, though, and knew that she was still in pain from what I had said.
"Fine. How's yours?" She asked kindly, and I bit back a bitter laugh, wishing I could tell her how bad it was. Can't you see, I'm psychotic. I'm insane, I hear voices in my head goddamnit! I wanted to scream the words, finally letting someone in on the war going on in my mind, but I just smiled back at her.
"Some throbbing, but it's fine." I watched as she bit her bottom lip, making me remember last night again. "So, do you remember what happened? Anything?" I stared straight into her eyes, trying to fish the information out of her head.
"Uhmm... actually Randy-" She stopped as we heard a ringing.
I'm sick and I'm twisted.
I'm broken, you can't fix it.
Don't push me...
I heard the lyrics to the ringtone, and Istella blushed. "Sorry, give me a minute?" She asked. I nodded, even though I wanted to know what she had been planning to say. She slid her phone open. "Hello?... Sean! Hey, um, do you realize the time difference?... NO=o, I'm up, but I'm a little busy..." I watched as Istella's face blushed at whatever this Sean fellow had said to her. "I'll talk to you later okay?... Shut up!... You know I love you, sweetheart!" I felt something prod my brain as I heard those words. Who was this 'Sean' character? Was he Istella's boyfriend? Wait, why did I care? I didn't. "Alright, say hi to Andrea when you meet up for your hot date, bye!" Istella's face was glowing as she hung up, and I smiled as her eyes glinted with joy. As soon as she hung up, though, her eyes dulled, and she seemed troubled. Her stomach grumbled, and I smirked.
"Hungry?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of her. I couldn't stop roaming her body with my eyes. As much as I loved her in my shirt, I liked her more out of it.
"A little," she admitted, smiling sheepishly.
"Let's go change, and then I'll take you out for breakfast." I smiled at her, and she nodded in agreement. "I'm new to this whole 'being a nice friend' thing... I'm doing it right, right?" I smirked as I heard her laugh, succeeding in my accomplishment.
"You're fine, Randy." She went red in the face at her words, and I raised my brow at her. "I-I mean, like, you're doing it good... I mean... you're a good friend, don't worry." She looked down at her hands nervously, and I chuckled, unable to stop myself.
"Alright, princess. I got what you meant." We left the hotel room, and made our way out of the building, walking to my house. While we came up to the street crossing, Istella seemed to be in deep thought.
I stopped at the corner, waiting for a truck to drive by, but Istella kept walking. I grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the way as the truck honked, nearly hitting her. It drove off, and Istella looked up, frightened.
"Watch where you're going," I said gruffly, annoyed by her actions. Didn't she think about her actions? If I hadn't been there, she would have been... I stopped my thoughts, not letting go of her arm.
"Ow, Randy, could you move your hand a little lower? My arms hurt..." She trailed off, and I mentally cursed as I realized I had been holding her by the top of her arms, where I had hurt her earlier.
"Shit, sorry." I moved my hand lower, grabbing her wrist, but not letting go of her arm. As soon as we reached the other side, I let go.
"I'm not a kid, Randall. I can walk across a street," she muttered childishly. I laughed, shooting her a disbelieving look as she stared at me.
"Yeah, because I was the one who almost got hit by a truck?" I tried to stop laughing as she glared at me, but I let out a small snort, covering it over with a cough.
"Oh, fuck you, Orton." She grumbled, walking faster.
"Name the time and place, princess." I couldn't help it, that was my comeback to those words. She seemed to freeze a little, but shook it off. I had to admit, I liked this feisty side of Istella a lot more than her scared side.
"I'm sorry, but I only sleep with men, now run along little boy." She giggled, and I sped up, putting a hand on her shoulder to slow her pace.
"I slept naked last night, if you didn't know, and I'm pretty sure that I'm a man... a very large man." I smirked as she shot me a withering glance.
"Grow up, Orton." She rolled her eyes, smiling, and I chuckled.
"Let me see- Oh, yeah, I already have." I watched her eyes flash between my legs, and her face grew red as she looked anywhere but at me.
"Oh, real mature," she spoke sarcastically. "I don't think you should be wearing a strap-on to bed, Orton." She spoke innocently, the sweetness coating the insult.
"What's with the last names? And this is not a strap-on. Even though it seems to good to be true, my dick is God-given, and here since birth." I watched her roll her eyes, but her lips pulled up more, widening her smile.
"Well, you call me princess, I call you Orton. Unless you prefer some of the nicknames the people at headquarters have." She snickered, and I looked at her curiously.
"Care to share some of those names, princess?" I had heard rumors of some of the names, but was curious to learn them from the source.
"Well... promise not to get mad?" Her green eyes looked to mine, and I stared at her with as much honesty as I could.
"Promise. Now tell me." I waited, and her smile turned into a smirk.
"Hmm, there's... Randy Asshole Orton, Wandypoo..." She turned to me, and I stared at her disbelievingly. "It was because one of the guys had overheard two girls gushing about you, and they were calling you that. Anyways... there's Gayton, Randy Or-al, Gay-dy Orton. Then there's the usual namecalling like, That Asshole, The Egotistical Bastard, The-" She stopped as I pulled her shoulder gently.
"Did you ever use any of those nicknames?" I spoke quietly, trying to hide my amusement at her shocked expression.
"No! I didn't know you, so I never used those names." She smiled at me, and I nodded, walking again. "But ever since I met you, I've been thinking some of the names in my head." She smirked, and I shook my head.
"Don't test me, princess. You'll regret it." We finally walked up my driveway, and Istella snorted, giving me an incredulous stare.
"Alright... Wandypoo." She erupted in a fit of giggled, and I reacted quickly, sweeping her over my shoulder. "Hey, let go of me!" She squealed. I smacked her ass, chuckling.
"No can do." I smirked as I opened the door, walking in.
"Your ass is in my face!" She whined, hitting me. I shook my head: her punch was like a feather!
"Sexy, isn't it?" I smirked as I imagine her face going red.
"No, it's too bony for my taste." She let out a small laugh, and I smacked her lightly, making her squeak.
"Take that back," I said, walking up the steps. I felt her smack me again.
"No!" She spoke resolutely, but I coud hear the weird tone in her voice from the blood rushing to her head.
"I'm giving you five seconds..." I growled in a warning.
"Fine! Put me down first, though." She started squirming, and I walked into her bedroom, dropping her onto the bed. I watched her expectantly. "Randy, I'm sorry..." She looked down at her hands, and I smirked. "I'm sorry that your ass is so bony." She looked at me, her eyes twinkling with amusement. I stopped smirking, calculating my next move. I pushed her onto the bed, tickling her stomach. She started laughing uncontrollably, gasping for air.
"Apologize!" I hovered over her, grabbing her hands and pinning her dwn with one hand while I tickled her with the other.
"Never, bony-ass!" She laughed and tried to pull her feet up to kick out, but I pinned her legs with my own, stopping her. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry!" She exclaimed. I laughed as I let go of her, backing off.
"I always win, princess. Don't forget that." I watched as she slowly regained her breath, shaking her head.
"I'll try... Wandypoo." Her eyes glinted, and I took a step towards her.
"You shouldn't push your limits..." I raised an eyebrow, and stopped as I heard someone clear their throat.
I turned to see Ted and Cody at the door, suitcases in hand. "Randy, we're leaving for our flight in half an hour. Where were you yesterday?" Ted looked from me to Istella, and I pulled a neutral face, shrugging.
"We went to a bar, got shitfaced, and slept off our hangovers at the hotel nearby. I'll be downstairs in ten." I looked to both of them. Cody and Ted exchanged looks before leaving. I listened quietly for their conversation.
"Wandypoo? I've never heard anyone say something like that and get away with it uninjured!" I identified the voice as Cody.
"Yeah. And since when does he call her 'princess'? Well, I guess they're friends now." I heard Ted's acceptance, and felt a little better.
"Are you kidding? That's the first friend he's had that's a girl since..." I narrowed my eyes, clenching my fists. I released a breath through my teeth, hissing.
"Randy? I should probably change now." I turned to see Istella staring at me oddly, head tilted. I realized that she hadn't heard what Ted or Cody had said, and took comfort in that.
"Okay. Meet us downstairs soon." I started walking out, but realized how brisk I'd sounded. I knew that I had to work harder at this friend thing. I stopped at the door, turning. "Oh, and we're not through, princess." I smirked as I saw her lips turn up in a smile, walking to my room to pack up my belongings. We were headed to London, England, and I knew that we wouldn't be back anytime soon.
ISTELLA'S POV-
I sighed as I sat on the bed. I still couldn't believe that Randy had forgotten everything from the day before, but something told me that he was hiding a few thoughts from me. I liked this new Randy, though, although he had caused me pain, he didn't do it intentionally. For some reason, though, I felt scared for him. Walking out of the bathroom to see him muttering to himself, and then punching the wall... I shook the memory from my mind.
I got up, pulling out a pair of mid-thigh shorts, along with a horizontal-brown-and-white-striped tanktop, which flowed freely. I made sure to pull on a white camisole underneath the tank, since it was see through, and then brushed out my still-damp hair. I applied mascara and eyeliner, rubbed chapstick on my lips, and then set about putting my stuff away. I only had a rolling bag, and a small handbag, and I knew that I didn't nearly have enough clothes for the trip. I had to go shopping sooner or later.
I picked up my pants from the day before, and felt something in the pockets. I dumped the contents onto the bed, finding my cellphone, as well as Randy's iPod and my headphones. I frowned as I remembered the destruction of my iTouch, which had probably happened when I had fallen in the parking lot yesterday. I sighed, stuffing the earphones in the bag and swapping them for a pair of sunglasses, which I planted on top of my head.
I stuck my phone in my back pocket and decided to give Randy his iPod back. Strapping my handbag onto the rolling bag, I took it downstairs. I walked to Randy's room quietly, and stopped at the door, hearing muttering.
"Shut up. Get out of my life." I listened to Randy's low, demonic hiss, and couldn't stop the shudder from going down my back. "No, no, no, no, no. Stop. Fuck!" I heard Randy speak in a loud whisper, and then there was a crash followed by a large thwack. I winced, knowing exactly what the thwack was, and rushed into the room against my better judgment.
Randy was standing with his back to the door, shoulders heaving. There was a broken vase on the ground, and I watched Randy, too scared to move anymore. Randy pulled up the same hand which he had punched the hotel wall with, and pulled back, striking the wall with a thundering force. I winced, and gasped as I saw his hand.
It was bleeding and bruised.
I couldn't stop myself, and I rushed forward, and touched his shoulder lightly, feeling the deja vu from the hotel in the morning, only feeling in a more dangerous position. Randy's shoulder's stiffened, and I didn't speak.
"Randy..." I finally whispered, tears brimming in my eyes. I felt horrible for him, and seeing his mangled hand only made it worse. He turned slowly, looking into my eyes, and then I felt it...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: OMG, what happened ? Did he hit her ? Push her away ? THE SUSPENSEE [x