The One with the Ring or the One for Me? |Randy Orton|

Chapter 8: Crush?

              "Oh, I see, so Big Show bad guy in real life?" I ask while we watch Big Show get ready for the Weapon Of Mass Distruction, his finishing move that leaves everyone knocked out in the ring. 

              "...Big Show...or Paul as I call him...is...well..." He stalls I see the enjoyment he gets in his eyes as I can barely hold in my excitement my heart starts to race wondering if this truely was him. "He is a fun guy like he normally is in the ring." Randy finally says with a crooked smile, 

             "Thank God!" I yell throwing my hands in the air, doing a slight happy dance, Randy laughs.

             "So I take it your a Show fan?" He asks looking back at the TV,

             "When he isn't a complete jerk I cheer for him but even when he is the bad guy I still feel for him and want to support him but I can't." I sigh shaking my head in disapproval, 

              Otunga climbs in the ring with a mic and cracks jokes like he is the one that did all the work, he starts to do Brodus' dance then breaks into doing his stupid little poses. "Hate that guy..." I mutter at the same moment that Randy did, we turn to each other and my heart skips a beat as his very serious face slowly melts into a heartmelting smile.

                The commercial starts and Randy fumbles with the remote to fast-forward, “bet she still isn’t watching it.” He mumbles to himself with a snarl,

                “Are you okay…you seemed to be a little…out of it.” I pull myself up just slightly to look him in the eyes,

                “I’m fine.” He says not even looking at me,

                “I come off as nosy, but really I just like helping people so I ask a lot of questions feel free to say ‘Shut up and mind your own business Jazmine’ and I’ll drop it but at the same time… I really would like to help.” I say in hush voice, hoping to sooth him and not set him off. He looks over his shoulder just slightly his eyes meeting mine and my heart flutters in my chest.

                “It’s nothing, just have something stuck on my mind.” He sighs,

                “Well, I’m a good listener and sometimes it helps to talk about it to get it to leave your mind alone.” I give a weak smile, and pat the spot on the bed beside me

                He stares at me, unreadable face but something tells me he is thinking about it. Just when I was about to give up and say never mind he stands up and pauses the TV. “It’s just, I found out that my wife doesn’t even bother to watch wrestling. For years I thought she loved it as much as me then today I found out she can’t stand it.” He says taking a seat beside me, his scent sneaks up my nose and I want to get closer.

                “Well I don’t blame her,” I say, he furrows his brow

                “What do you mean?” He asks, his eyes piercing through mine

                “Just I wouldn’t want to see the guy I was desperately in love with get bumbled to death!” I say in a dramatic voice, he thinks about it for a minute.

                “Actually the only matches she does watch are mine.”

                “That should be that much special to you, one she is watching a show that bores her to death for you and two she is watching you get hit even though I’m sure it hurts her and makes her nervous.” I point out, this time he really does take his time to think about. “I mean I freak out when you get hurt, I could just imagine what she feels like.” I add pushing the hair out of my face,

                “Yeah, you have a point…wait, why would you freak out?” he asks suddenly lifting and eyebrow, heat rushes to my cheeks and I smile awkwardly.

                “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I say quickly looking away,

                “Why would you freak out, Jaz?” He asks again scooting over closer, my heart speeds up with the thought of him staring at me right now.

                “I never said that, those voices in your head must be getting to you!” I grin, I take a breath and turn toward him his grin makes my heart get caught in my throat and it suddenly gets hard to breath.

                “You just said it five seconds ago!” He chuckles, I shake my head again denying it.

                “No, we just went over this you are hearing things, if I wasn’t crippled cause of you I would rush you to the hospital” I laugh, why is he pushing this so much? He knows the reason…what if he needs to hear it…don’t be silly Jazmine, Randy Orton would never like you. I think as I examine his eyes everyone always points out how cold they are however I feel so…welcomed.

                “Fine, looks like we aren’t watching wrestling” he smirks, leaning in closer to me, my entire body tingles with excitement.

                “Pft whatever, when you leave I’ll just watch it I’m recording it.” I wink at him, with a giant smile

                “Well I guess I’ll have to delete it.” He winks back, that wink literally made me feel like I was having a heart attack in a good way of course.

                “You wouldn’t dare.” I narrow my eyes at him,

                “Try me…” he whispers in my ear, his cold breath on my neck sends a sensation up and down my spine.

                “Ugh, fine…I had a crush on you” I put emphasis on the word had, “but I’m suddenly realize I shouldn’t cause you are a horrible person!” I laugh, barely able to finish the lie, his eyes sparkle with what looks like happiness but of course I’m probably imagining it.

                “Well I just wanted to hear it,” he chuckles with a bright grin, “Make you feel a little awkward since you always put me in awkward situations.”

                “Well you heard it, so can we watch Smackdown, geez!” I giggle, turning toward the TV. I swear I can feel his eyes staring at me but I fight the urge to meet his glance, focusing hard on the TV waiting for him to hit play.