AUTHOR'S NOTE: Alright , it's Spring Break , AKA: WRITING BONANZA ;D First off , THANK YOU fr the reviews , they made my day [: I decided to type up all of my handwritten chapters before updating anymore , so that's what I did all of my Saturday and Sunday . Also , I found someone to be an editor for any grammar/spelling errors , HALLELUJAH ! I'm in an amazing mood , and as soon as my editor checks the other chapters , they will go up . This is a teeny chapter , but the next one will make up for it promise ! And it will DEFINITELY go up tomorrow , I promise I'm not lying . Anyways , this chapter basically shows interactions/thoughts between Istella/Randy that I thought should be a little more clarified. Tomorrow will be great , trust me [;

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Katherine Nicotra

Chapter 11: Emotions Got Me Going Crazy

RANDY'S POV-

Istella and I rushed out of the club, barely missing Wade Barrett. I glanced over in time to see Cody run up to him in hysterics, but that was it. As soon as we stepped outside, I let out a deep breath, and that was when I noticed my hand was still holding Istella's wrist. Well, as long as she wasn't complaining, I wasn't going to stop.

I couldn't think clearly as I stood there, too many thoughts racing through my head. I flagged down a cab, and Istella stayed quiet the whole time, possibly because she was thinking about something. We slipped into the cab, and were soon on our way to the hotel. I let go of Istella's hand as gently as I could, but my fingers itched to touch her skin again. I forced myself to put my hands in my lap, and leaned my head back, closing my eyes as I sorted my thoughts.

How the hell did Ted know about Barrett? I knew that I would have to ask him later, because I hadn't said a word to anyone. How could he possibly know that Wade was a threat to me, and more importantly, Istella?

The second thought bugging me was the... the goddamned emotions that I was feeling! I was acting like a bipolar psycho in front of her by being nice to her one minute and hating her the next. I never had feelings for a girl before, so why now? What made this girl different from any of the others? More importantly, I had already had my one drunken night with her, so why did I want more? I just knew that this girl would create changes, but I didn't know that she would change me, or the way I saw things.

My last thoughts were on the incident that occurred before we left the club. I had been staring at her closely, her green eyes so clear and vulnerable, revealing everything to me. I just couldn't see the most important part, and that was her feelings towards me.

What the hell am I talking about?

Randy Orton does not have feelings for women, he is a user... so why am I feeling this way about someone I barely know?

"Randy?" I turned, startled at hearing my name.

"Yeah." I looked at Istella, and used the glance as an excuse to burn her image into my mind.

"I... never mind." She looked away and seemed scared, which bugged me more than it should have.

"What is it?" I asked her, trying to read her expression.

"Nothing, never mind." She didn't look at me again, and I let out a frustrated growl.

"I hate it when people do that," I muttered, staring at the seat in front of me. The taxi cab came to a jarring stop, and after I paid the driver, I slipped outside, holding out a hand to Istella. She gingerly took it, stepping out. We walked into the hotel lobby, and stepped into the elevator. As she reached to push a button, an overwhelming feeling came over me, and I grabbed her wrist, pushing the floor number myself.

"What are you doing?" She asked in a small, surprised voice, her eyes going wide as she stared at me. I looked at her carefully, studying her.

'We need to talk." I let go of her hand, leaning against the wall of the elevator. Istella looked down at her wrist where I had grabbed her, then back up at me, before turning away to stare at the buttons. Strange. I didn't know why, but I really wanted to know what she was thinking.

The elevator came to a halt, and I waited for Istella to step off first before I followed her. She glanced back at me, and I strode past her towards my room I didn't bother looking back for her, knowing she would follow. I opened the door and walked inside, sitting down on the large couch. She followed a few seconds later, looking around hesitantly before settling her gaze on me. I patted the couch, sighing tiredly, and she walked over slowly, sitting down and looking down at her lap, her hands clasped together.

"I don't bite too often, you know," I said , trying to break the tension. Istella's mouth curved into a smile, and I felt myself smile, too. What the hell? I couldn't remember the last time when I had been so free in front of someone new.

"Sorry," she murmured quietly. "So what did you want to talk about?" She looked up at me, then back down at her hands, a red tinge rising in her cheeks.

"I..." I trailed off, thinking of the right way to word what I was saying. "I want... I think it would be best for your safety and for my sanity if you stayed in my room for the time being. It's not safe right now." I looked at her, not moving my stare even though her face was getting more red.

"I don't want to be a bother," she said quietly, looking at me with her bright green eyes. This time she seemed to fight her urge to look down, keeping her eyes level with mine.

"It's more of a bother if I have to worry about Sheamus or some other freak trying to get down your... pants." Istella's gaze shifted towards the wall, and I smirked as her face turned even more red. For some reason, the red color was very attractive, and I wanted to keep it there.

"Um, alright. But aren't you rooming with Ted and Cody?" She risked a glance in my direction, and I shook my head.

"No, they just have my keycard for emergencies." I gritted my teeth. "Too bad they don't realize what exactly an emergency is."

"Do they still have a keycard?"

"No, not right now, I took it away. They'll get it back in about another two weeks."

"Oh, well I hope you don't mind, but I'm kind of tired and want to change." She smiled at me sheepishly, and I nodded.

"Alright." As soon as she left the room, I groaned, slumping into the couch. The more I tried distancing myself from her, the more I kept pulling her closer. What was wrong with me? I had to stop these feelings, I had to. This was going to end badly, I knew it, but I didn't know what to do. Whenever I actually saw her, I would lose my strong fort and start acting open with her. "What am I doing," I moaned into my hands, letting out another groan as I shut my eyes tight, trying not to blow up from the conflicting emotions inside of me.

ISTELLA'S POV-

I didn't know exactly what was going on, but I was too tired to care. I slipped off my heels and padded over to my hotel room, slipping in the keycard and going inside to change. I threw down my shoes and fished around until I found a pair of soft plaid cotton shorts and a cropped white sweater that went up to my elbows.

I pulled out a pair of flipflops from my bag, stowed away my sandals, and took a quick look around my room before leaving and walking back to Randy's room.

"Hi," I said quietly as I walked in, trying to ignore the feeling that kept on creeping under my skin whenever I saw him. Randy was slumped on the couch, but shot up as soon as I spoke, staring at me for a moment before standing up and walking to a door.

"Here's the bedroom. Do you need anything?" He looked at me with a conflicted gaze, and I shifted my eyes so I wasn't looking at him, afraid that I would give away my thoughts. If Randy ever got a hint of how he made me feel, then I'd be out of the door and back on the outside of his hard, cold shell in five seconds flat.

"I need to shower." Randy nodded and waved a hand towards the bedroom, returning to his seat on the couch and turning on the television.

"I'll be waiting out here for my turn." He looked at me, and after a moment's thought, gave an incredibly small smile, which left as soon as it appeared on his features.

"Alright." I walked into the bedroom and went straight to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I stripped down and got into the shower, the steam rising from the warm water. My muscles relaxed, and I cleared my head of all the stress that had built up in the past few days.

I just couldn't understand one thing: why was Randy affecting me in such a strong way? I had barely known him for a few days, and now whenever I looked at him, I felt like there were a million spotlights on me, illuminating any small movements that I dared to make. Then I remembered, unfortunately, about the incident that had occurred before we had flown out. The drunken sex was definitely a huge factor in my self-consciousness, but I felt like there was more. Perhaps it was the fact that he had been the one to take my virginity? Or maybe it was nothing more than a small little attraction, and I would get over it in the next few days?

I snorted as I rinsed soap out of my hair. Who was I kidding? I would have to be lying if I said that I could forget Randy easily. Of course, I would never tell him how I really felt, because he'd just laugh in my face and pretend that I didn't exist. I wasn't good enough for him, and to be honest, he didn't give a crap about me. I was just another nuisance that he was coping with until he could get rid of me.

Shutting off the water, I stepped out of the shower, rubbing my body and hair with the towel. I slipped on my cotton shorts and cropped sweater, lathered on lotion, and combed my hair before I stepped out of the bathroom, holding my dress in one hand.

"I'm done." Randy looked up, and I stared at my hands as if I was immersed in my dress, ignoring his piercing gaze as he looked me up and down. Slowly, he stood up, walking forward until he was right in front of me. I let out a small breath when I felt him grab my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

"Why don't you ever look at me when we talk?" He sounded confused and curious. I shrugged, trying to move my face but failing, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.

"I never noticed," I mumbled incoherently. Randy stared for a good ten seconds before he finally released my chin.

"I'll be out soon." With that, he walked right into the bathroom. I decided to watch tv until he returned, even though I was sleepy. He hadn't told me where I was supposed to sleep! As I watched the comedy show, my eyes started to droop lower and lower. I tried to keep them open, but I was slowly losing the battle, leaning into the now-warm and inviting cushions on the couch.

RANDY'S POV-

Istella was going to be the death of me, no doubt about it. I showered slowly, trying my hardest to clear my mind, but Istella kept weaving her way through my thoughts.

I finished up and walked out of the bathroom in a towel about twenty minutes later. Walking over to my suitcase, I fished around and pulled out a pair of boxer shorts, pulling them on fast. I walked into the living room area, and saw Istella's back slumped on the couch as some random show played on the television.

"Hey, I'll sleep-" I stopped talking immediately, a smile playing on my lips. Istella's head lolled to the side as she slept soundly, a beautiful, sweet, perfect image. I watched for a few seconds, and then returned to the bedroom to pull the covers back from the bed. I walked over to Istella again, and slipped my hands under her, picking her up and cradling her as I walked to the bedroom. Istella's eyes slowly flickered open, and she looked up at me groggily.

"Where are you going?" She rasped out, the sleep evident in her thick voice. I laid her down onto the bed, pulling the covers over her.

"I'm putting you to bed, and now I'm going to go sleep. Goodnight." Istella looked at me for a moment, confusion in her eyes. I turned away, but stopped as a small, warm hand grasped my elbow.

"I don't want to kick you out of your bed. I'll take the couch."

"No, it's fine," I said, turning back around. "I'm fine with sleeping on the couch."

"No," she said, struggling into a sitting position, defiance clear in her eyes. "I refuse to sleep if you wont sleep in your bed."

"Well," I countered with the same stubbornness, crossing my arms resolutely, "I refuse to sleep if you wont sleep in my bed." We stared at each other, neither of us moving. Finally, Istella sighed in defeat, dropping her hard gaze.

"How about we both sleep on a couch in the living room?" She glanced up at me, and I shook my head.

"Why not just share the bed instead of using the couches?" I cringed inwardly at how suggestive I sounded, and hoped that she wouldn't take it the wrong way. Her face blushed pink as she stared at me.

"Are you sure you wont mind?" Her eyes slowly roved down, probably noticing my shirtless torso. I pretended not to notice since she shifted her gaze and her face deepened in color.

"Not at all. Do you mind?" I raised an eyebrow curiously, and she shook her head.

"Nope."

"Alright, it's settled then." I cleared my throat, wondering how to make our conversations less awkward. After standing in the same spot for a few seconds, I turned off the living room lights, and then the man bedroom lights. I slipped into the left side of the bed, keeping my distance from Istella. Shutting off the side-lamp, I shifted onto my left side, shutting my eyes as the days event hit me in the form of fatigue.

"Randy?" I opened one eye and suppressed a tired moan at Istella's voice.

"Yeah?" I muttered somewhat incoherently.

"Can we talk tomorrow, please? I... I think we need to talk." She sounded nervous, and I nodded before I realized she couldn't really see me.

"Alright. Night, princess." I smirked as I felt Istella stiffen next to me for a moment, then relax.

"Night Randy Boreton." Istella giggled, and I growled playfully.

"I'll get you back for that." I said in a mock-angry voice, and Istella laughed.

"Suuure you will. Goodnight." After that we both fell silent, and I shut my eyes as I finally fell into a deep sleep with a smile on my face. I hadn't smiled before going to sleep in about... in about seven years.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The next chapter will make up for this tiny , crappy chapter , trust me ! This was kind of a filler , but it's kind of important because of the future ... GAH , im finished explaining myself , you guys will see soon enough [x