Sworn to Secrecy
Written by Mis ED 606

Sworn to Secrecy

Summary: You like him, maybe even love him; he likes you…but that’s as far as it gets. He doesn’t know. You don’t know. With the two is a burning passion that never goes out; but what happens when it actually does? OrtonYou fic…wond’ring what that means?

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to their rightful owners and credit is always given where it is due.

Authors Note: An OrtonYou fic means that the point of view of the OC is your point of view. Now, since I am not psychic, I can’t tell if you’re a red-head, blonde or if you have jet black hair. I cannot tell if all of you have blue eyes or in odd cases, one blue and one green eye. You get the picture. The OC is a girl, her name is Gabrielle White. I know, a very common name. But in my opinion, that best fits it. It makes it much easier to remember. She’s a brunette and she’s 19. She’s in the WWE and she’s really talented.

Chapter One

Gabrielle’s POV:

“Gabrielle, where did you put the mascara?” Stacy asked as I opened a can of beer. Looking over at me with a dagger stare, Stacy rushed towards me and grabbed the can and put it down on the mini bar.

“What was that for?” I asked keeping my hand away from my shirt by a fair distance to avoid the dripping beer on my hand that was caused by Stacy grabbing the can.

“Gabrielle, you’re nineteen. You’re clearly too young to drink beer.” Stacy said dropping the can into a small waste bin beside the bar.

“Stacy, I’m nineteen. I grew out of my minor years when I turned eighteen…you know, the LEGAL age. Besides, there’s no alcohol in that.” I said opening the refrigerator and taking out another can.

“Fine. But let me just tell you that if you are gotten mad at in any way for drinking that young, just say you didn’t listen to your elders. Besides, Randy and I make a good example of young independent people that don’t drink beer.” Stacy said before opening the door after the doorbell sounded.

“Hey sweetie.” Stacy said as she kissed Randy on the lips

“*ehem*” I coughed emphasizing that I was standing right there in their midst

“Hey kid!” Randy said jogging over and giving me a bear hug. “Oh beer! Sweet, can I have one?” Randy said as he took one from the refrigerator, opened it and hit it lightly against mine as I did to him.

“Cheers.” I said smiling

“Men.” Stacy said as she rolled her eyes at Randy

“Stacy…” Randy and I sighed as we laughed at the spilling beer foam.

“Randy, sweetie, we’ll be leaving in twenty minutes. You and Gabrielle just stay here. I’ll go get changed.” Stacy said taking her clothes from the couch and bringing them to the bathroom as she closed the door.

It was one of those days where all of a sudden, I just get light-headed. I walked over to the couch and jumped on it and turned the TV on.

Randy walked over to the couch and did the same.

“You so cannot jump.” I said smirking as I took a sip of the beer.

“I just didn’t feel like it right now. Besides, I didn’t warm up.” Randy said taking a sip of his drink and changing it from MTV to the Discovery Channel.

“Orton! Since when do you watch the Discovery channel?” I said trying to reach for the remote on his side opposite mine.

“Wait. I don’t. But look, mating specials.” He said holding the remote up in the air. “Man those lizards are whacked.” He commented raising an eyebrow

“Randy, turn that off!” I demanded as I impatiently stomped my foot childishly on the rug.

“Gabri, come on, you’ll learn something.” He said with his trademark smirk that kind of pissed me, but I did love the way he says my name, especially with that nick he gave me.

“All I learned today is that Stacy must’ve been dared to date you or she must’ve just been drunk when she started going out with you. So many possibilities so little time.” I said grouchily sitting back down with my arms crossed

“Gabri, you do know if you keep scrunching your face up like that, you’ll end up looking like Kane. Not like you don’t already look like him.” He said receiving a pillow to the face from me as he laughed hugging me tightly and handing me the remote

“You know I love to joke around. Hope you aren’t pissed.” Randy said making me lean on his chest as I smiled to myself

At this moment, I hoped that Stacy would never come out of that bathroom. Inhaling the smell of “Obsession” and taking it all in, I felt, within our two seconds of togetherness, that I was the one he loved. But face it, Gabrielle, Stacy really is all that for him. He loved the legs, the hair, the eyes…face it…Stacy was practically perfect…all she needed now was a Harvard degree and she was literally perfect. Trust me; she did have the most perfect guy on the roster, but in my opinion, the finest man to roam the face of this earth.

And with all emotion, I have to consider myself even lucky enough to be this close to him and mean this much to him…I mean, like a lil’ sis, that is. Which kind of sucks, but someday, he would admit his burning passion for me. That is, if ever I can get it out of him.

Seeing light growing on the wall, I knew Stacy was opening the door. Maybe Randy would appreciate it more if I supported their relationship together. With that, I tapped him and he turned his head to the bathroom.

I put on my best smile and looked at Stacy. She was gorgeous. I wish I had looked like that. I mean, I am happy with the way I look, I finally got the body I wanted, but at the same time I want Randy to like it too. I don’t care about the millions of trainers that would possibly want to train me of the number of beauty contests I am to be entered in…my sole intention now is to please Randy. But that mission would be humanly impossible while Stacy’s around. At the same time, I do not want to annihilate Stacy for being his *eye twitching* almost *choke* fi--- *dis-contort neck* fi--- *reaction of that guy in Fairly Odd Parents when he says “Fairy Godparents”* fiancé.

Seriously, the knife just delves more into my flesh as Randy calls me to talk “alone” and listen to him ask me as to when the “Right Time” would be. And my very cliché response to him: “Randy, she says the word boyfriend too many times. She says how glad she is that you haven’t been moving on too fast. Now, if you ask her already, then you’d most probably find yourself in a hell of a situation. But if you think it’s the right time, I‘ll be there to secretly hook the bungee chord on as you step off the top of the Empire State building.”

And that always convinces him.

And back to reality: Randy just stared at Stacy as his jaw started to fall. I took a tissue and pretended to wipe off the fake drool on his chin to send him a message.

“Dude, it’s starting to flood.” I said as I stood and walked towards the bar to place both our beer cans on.

Hesitating to look back from where I was standing, I sensed Randy walking over to Stacy. I then turned around to see them making out. I thought up of something to break it just so they could actually leave the room for their date.

I coughed and saw them break it up as I told Stacy that I loved her earrings. She then replied and told me that they were mine. “You can have it.” I said reluctantly as she came over and hugged me. Well, it’s not like I ever got the chance to use it anyway.

Wow. Instead of seeing myself walking down that aisle with Randy, I’ll see my earrings having all the fun. It’s just too bad I can’t be the earrings…but thing is, Randy would never make out with a pair of red looped earrings, his tongue would just slip right through and ---- ewwww ---- BACK TO REALITY.

“Now you two best be running off. I have to spend time with me, myself and…what’s her name…I. Now go! Before I kick you both out the door myself.” I said as Randy came over and kissed me on the forehead. If only he would move down four more inches next time.

I walked them out the door…which was a “very tiring distance” and waved them off until they reached the elevator. I stuck my head back inside the room and closed the door. Tonight, it was me, popcorn, Will, Grace and the couch, until Stacy came back with endless chit-chattering regarding her date with Randall.

Sitting on the couch and practically feeling depression sweeping over me as I watched re-runs of Will and Grace, I heard a knock on the door. I wiped the sad look on my face and changed it to something that look sleepy, that way, maybe that person could come back some other time when I’m not wallowing in self pity.

I opened the door and leaned on the door frame. “May I help you?” I asked as he lifted his head up.

“What do you want, Edge?” I asked as he looked me in the eye. We were pretty close in the past. Quite a bit of history too, we trained together for a while, but when he went a-wol, I stayed away. He got even angrier when I stopped training with him. Stacy told me he fancied me, but then, I felt the opposite about him. So I didn’t know what to expect when he came to my door.

“You look gorgeous.” He said smiling at me

“Answer my question.” I insisted

“Yes, I’ll go out with you.” He said somewhat thickly.

“Edge.” I said sounding like a mom

“Fine. This may sound stupid but---“

“Like you aren’t.” I muttered under my breath

“huh?”

“No, go on.” I said

“As I said, this may sound stupid, but my roommate, Val Venis, is busy with a few ladies and my bed is full of lingerie. There’s even a waiting line in the room and there are women practicing with my pillows!” He said as I just started to laugh.

“So, why are you here?” I asked trying to contain myself.

“Well, every room is full and even though Evolution’s got an extra room in their suite, I still don’t want to get within fifty feet of them and---“

“No snoring, no sounds, no getting horny with your porny dreams, no night lights, television off when Stacy’s snug in bed, you’re out of the room before nine a.m. You’re on the couch. I’ll call room service for a pillow and blanket.” I interrupted him as I let him in the room.

“You’re good.”

“What else do you expect of me?” I said closing the door

He walked over to the couch and sat on it as he gave a small smile and went out to the balcony.

I followed him and saw him smoking. From behind, I took the cigarette, stepped on it and kicked it behind the plant pot nearby.

“And no smoking.” I said as I leaned on the railings.

“So, how long have you been smoking?” I asked as I tried picturing the places in the distance of the night.

“A while.” He replied blowing out the smoke that was in his mouth before I actually stomped on the cigarette

“A lil’ more detail.” I said looking at him

“Since I got a divorce.” He said as my heart just stopped. All this time that I knew him, I was never informed even once about this divorce? But he and Jennifer were doing so well, I have no idea what could’ve gone wrong.

“So how long has this divorce been on?” I asked as I stopped slightly to wonder if I said that correctly

“A year and a half.” Edge said taking out a cigarette pack

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked him as I looked back into the distance

“You never asked.”

“You’re acting as if you’re expecting everything to pop inside my head that easily.”

“Well, you act like it usually does.” He responded taking out two sticks of cigarettes (is it called sticks?)

“What’s the second ‘dose’ for?” I asked turning to him and seeing him light the two. I didn’t bother to nag him about not smoking.

He shrugged slightly at my question

“What do you mean you don’t know?” I asked him as he finished lighting the second one

“Try it.” He said handing me a cigarette as he spoke with one in his mouth

“Are you crazy?” I asked as I just looked at the cigarette he was holding out for me

“Well, people usually say I am.” He responded as he took my hand and placed the cigarette in between my fingers

“I guess I can’t argue with that.” I said as I examined the cigarette.

“Here,” he started as he demonstrated how to smoke one. He put it in his mouth, inhaled, removed the cigarette and blew the smoke out.

I did the same and instead of exhaling the smoke, I coughed it out and somehow didn’t stop coughing for quite a long period of time.

I walked over to the refrigerator, as Edge followed, and took out the first glass or bottle I could find using my hands as it was almost impossible for me to see what was in front of me.

I drank up, not noticing that Edge was telling me not to drink it.

Now knowing what I drank, I practically finished almost half a bottle of a very strong scotch. Before I knew it, I was out cold.

All I wanted to know now was what happened when I was out.

Seems like the next thing I knew was that Randy and Edge were now giving each other blows to the mid-section. I just wanted to know how that happened.

Chapter Two

Author’s POV:

With Gabrielle unconscious, Edge, in time, caught her and carried her up. At the same time, he held the broken bottle of scotch that must’ve broke when Gabrielle dropped it as she missed the bar counter. Slowly, on his way to her room, he stopped in the middle of the living room and looked at her. In his eyes, she looked beautiful and she looked like someone who was worth his time, effort and love. As you all noticed, Edge thinks quite too highly of himself. As usual, he is DESTINED *with popping neck veins and red glowing eyes* to be the World Heavyweight Champion.

Back to reality: as he held her right there in the middle of the living room, he was practically hypnotized at the sight of her face that close to his that he did not notice Randy and Stacy come in the room.

Edge, who now kicked the door of Gabrielle open, still didn’t see Randy and Stacy standing right there.

Stacy, on the other hand, saw them right away and tapped Randy as she pointed at Edge who was carrying both the broken bottle and Gabrielle.

Randy took it the wrong way and rushed towards Edge and took Gabrielle. Edge, who is oblivious to even a gun point in front of his face, turned to see Randy putting Gabrielle down on the couch.

“Hey! I was about to---“ Edge got cut off as he felt a fist fly into his face.

“I know exactly what you were going to do to her!” Randy said as he continued hitting Edge.

Stacy, who rushed over to Gabrielle, tried to help Gabi regain her consciousness.

“Gabi, wake up…” Stacy trailed off as she ran to the refrigerator and took out some ice and a towel on the counter.

Gabrielle’s POV:

All I can tell you now is that my head was feeling extremely heavy and somewhat cold. Looking up and trying to see beyond the blurry vision my eyelashes created as I tried to open my eyes, I could see a figure standing over me.

“Gabi!” a familiar voice exclaimed, “Randy, she’s awake!” that must’ve been Stacy.

I turned my head to see Randy and Edge hitting each other like mad. Edge, who was now on the floor, taking in all Randy’s punches, tried to muster up some words.

I stood up quickly, ignoring the throbbing headache, and ran over to Randy and Edge.

With the headache I was trying to fight, I placed my hands on Randy’s shoulder to try and separate him from Edge, who was now getting a major nose bleed.

“s-stop, R-randy, p-please.” I tried to muster up as I tried to push Randy.

With a headache to painful to bear, all I knew was that it took over my eyes and the next thing I knew was that I was out cold.

Several moments later, I felt a bit better than I did a few moments ago. I opened my eyes to see Randy out on the balcony and Stacy surfing the channels on TV.

Looking over at me, Stacy called Randy over.

“Randy, she’s awake.” Stacy said softly as Randy looked over his shoulder and walked over to sit on my bedside.

“You alright, kid?” He asked me as he brushed my hair back and tucked some behind my ears.

“What happened?” I asked, well, you all know that that is the first thing people would say once they regained consciousness.

“You went out cold, when you tried to break up the fight.” Randy said as he held my hand

“The fight?” I asked as I sat bolt right up.

“Yeah. Randy was able to get Edge to leave the room. We were worried. How did he get in here anyway?” Stacy asked as she placed her hands on her waist.

“You what?!?!” I almost shouted as I heard what Stacy said

“We got him to leave the room.” Stacy repeated

“Why? He was supposed to spend the night.” I said

“And don’t tell me that he was going to spend it right beside you in your bed.” Randy said

“No! He was going to sleep on the couch! He got kicked out. And you both know that I’m not the kind of person who would be that cold that I would leave him to stay sleeping in a janitor’s closet!”

“Gabrielle, he deserves that kind of treatment.” Randy said

“How could you be so cold?” I asked as I stood up.

“Gabi, where are you going? You need rest.” Randy said

“Somewhere.” I replied as I took everything I owned and stuffed it quickly into my bag.

“And where, may I ask would that be?” Randy asked me as he watched me pack

“With Edge.” I said just to piss him off

“What!?!?!” Randy exclaimed as he looked somewhat pissed

“I won’t allow it!” He said once more

“All of a sudden, you become my dad? Remember, Orton, I’m an adult---“

“And a foolish one too.” He added

“I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you, but I want the old Randy back. The one that really cares for me.”

“But I do care for you, Gabi. It’s just that, I don’t think Edge can be trusted at all.” Randy replied

“Sure. Alright…next thing on my list…sleeping with Batista.” I said sarcastically

“Don’t you dare.” He said

“Dare? A dare? You know I’m always up for a challenge. I accept.” I said to piss him off as I stormed out of the hotel room

“Gabrielle!” he said chasing after me.

He finally saw me as I was about to knock on Evolution’s suite. He ran towards me and carried my over his shoulders as I continued kicking and screaming.

“Orton, put me down!” I said as I started hitting his back

“But you have to calm down first!” He said as he spanked my bum

“Put me down!” I demanded as I started to kick as hard as I can in all directions so hopefully Randy would be able to lose balance and I could run away.

I wasn’t too serious about the “sleeping with Batista” idea…I just wanted to prove a point. I wasn’t a kid anymore. I understand how overprotective Randy may get when it comes to the ones close to him (haha…I’m close to him…well, as a lil’ sis.)

“You are not losing your virginity to someone as big as an asshole as Dave!” He said heading back to the hotel room

I stopped kicking and screaming and asked him calmly “How did you know I still have my virginity?”

“Gabi, I know almost everything about you. I know that you are a big hearted person and---“

“Aha! You said big-hearted! I just said that a moment ago!”

“What?”

“I mean, if you know I’m big-hearted, why won’t you let me do my good deeds?” I asked as he put me down and looked me in the eye

“Gabi, sometimes, not all good things can be done.” He said sounding like my Christian Living Education teacher back when I was in second-grade.

He continued, “Gabi, I know you’re free-spirited and all, but you have to know that’s it’s hard to let go of you that way.” He said looking at me sincerely

“Well, you just did and that was a big mistake on your part!” I said as I ran for the elevator

“Here we go again.” I heard him sigh as he chased me.

I pressed the elevator button and entered as soon as it opened, “Hurry up!” I rushed the door as it closed slowly

“Haha!” I said as the slit was too small for Randy to fit in.

Unfortunately, he knew I was heading down to the lobby. I was about to piss in my pants when I realized that I was sort of claustrophobic.

As the elevator ‘dinged’ I sighed with relief.

Dear god.

Randy stood right there with his arms crossed and his trademark grin.

I rolled my eyes calmly and ran for my life, but then realizing that he caught me and carried me over his shoulders again as he entered the elevator.

“You should really stop running around so much coz this is getting kind of tiring.” He said as the elevator closed

“Well, at least you’ll burn some fat off that fat ass of yours.” I said as I looked at his bum

“What fat?” He said as he turned around to see his butt like a dog chasing his tail

“Randy, I’m getting dizzy.” I said as I covered my mouth to prevent anything unnecessary from exiting my mouth and landing on his Armani…although at the moment, that would’ve been a good idea.

“Oh. Sorry.” He said as he stopped and got off at our floor.

“Hey Randy.” A familiar male voice said.

“Hey Chris.” Randy replied

“What’s going on? Hey, is that Gabi?” Chris asked as Randy adjusted my position on his shoulder as I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes

“Hi Chris.” I said as Benoit went behind Randy and looked at me oddly

“Randy’s just helping me out.” I said out loud. But as Randy started to walk, without taking his eyes off me, I mouthed out to Chris “Call 911” and he just gave a puzzled looked and disappeared into the elevator

“Randy, why do you like tormenting me like this?” I asked as he started opening the hotel room door

“I am not tormenting you. You’ll understand and you’ll thank me later.” He said as he entered the room

“Watch the head!” I said as my head came too close to the door frame.

“Sorry.” He said putting me down

“It’s about time.” Stacy said filing her nails as she sat on the couch with her legs crossed

She stood up and walked over to me

“Gabi, never ever scare us like that again.” She said putting her hand on my shoulder

“What exactly are you saying? Randy was the only one that went out there and worked his ass off. You just sat here and filed your nails. Soon enough, you won’t have nails!” I said as I slammed the door to my room and locked it

“Is she okay?” Stacy asked Randy

“She’s just probably in a bad mood since I stopped her from all this stuff she wanted to do.” He said within my earshot

“I’m not surprised that it took you that long to register that information in your head!” I shouted on my side of the door

“Gabi, listen, I’m sorry, alright?” as Randy said this, my eyes rolled naturally.

“Stacy, I’m gonna hit the sack, if anything goes wrong in here, call me.” He said as silence lasted for quite sometime.

They must’ve been making out.

I just jumped on my bed and cried. There was something in me that clicked on the ‘tears’ button. I had no idea why I was crying so much…I just know that I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning was a headache so bad, it somehow affected the rest of my body. But one thing I knew was that it was not a stranger to me. Almost all headaches are starting to grow into me.

So, I just forced myself to stand up.

I hastily packed up my belongings and put my bags on the side of the room as I inspected other places to make sure that nothing will be left behind.

I opened my door and saw that Randy was sitting on Stacy’s bed. I must admit, he did look good. He was just wearing a simple white body fit shirt and sweat pants that fit him well.

Stacy on the other hand was in a tank and shorts. And to my dismay, I was wearing a “Shady” hooded sweatshirt and loose sweatpants.

Randy and Stacy looked at me once and I just walked out the door and slammed it as hard as I could.

That felt good.

I walked over to room 1933 and knocked on the door.

Assuming the resident of the room was currently drunk, I tried to make sure Val didn’t touch me, so I just hastily slipped inside the room and looked for Adam.

I finally found Adam and I slowly shook him. He woke up with a startle.

“Gabi? What are you doing—“ I cut him off as I placed my hand on his left eye

“I’m sorry. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.” I said as I gently ran my fingers over his eye

Placing his hand on my hand, Adam smiled and thanked me.

I didn’t know why he thanked me, but after thanking me, he tucked my hair behind my ear and sat up.

After what seemed like hours of talking, I left the room finding myself in a predicament. To me, it didn’t seem like one. If Randy found out, Edge would find himself six feet under.

It was something I didn’t think I would want at the moment. But I responded positively on Adam’s part due to the fact that I wanted to show Randy that I can do things my way, and he doesn’t run my life.

I know, I’m flattered by the fact that Randy would stop at nothing to protect me and Stacy from anything at all; but right now, I don’t think that’s what I need right now.

I appreciate everything Randy has ever done for me, but sometimes, you just have to do things on your own. He won’t always be there, even if he assures me that he will.

There will always be at least one circumstance whereas he won’t be there. And I am not in any position to blame him, because I know he has a life of his own.

I just hope it wouldn’t take him that long to realize that I have one of my own too.

Chapter Three

Gabrielle’s POV:

Well, I guess I should consider myself somewhat lucky. During the plane ride to Richmond, Virginia, I got to know Amy more. She was really nice and she wasn’t too caught up in the hype like everyone else was. She just wanted to let all her rage out on Trish. I wouldn’t argue with her there. I wanted the same.

The Women’s title didn’t matter much to me at the moment. I just wanted to find myself and the identity I seemed to have lost while I was letting Randy baby me around like I was his little sister. I won’t deny it, I did love all the attention. I still remember one time where he cancelled a date with Stacy just to stay by me since I was sick and all. It was really sweet of him to do that for me. But sometimes, people just have to know their limits.

And it seems that Randy hasn’t registered that thought in his head yet. And what a pretty head it is.

Right now, Amy and I were sharing earphones on a disk man and were both singing to Nirvana’s “Smells Like Teen Spirit”.

“Turn the lights out!” I sang as Amy did it with me. We wanted to laugh, but we didn’t since the best part was just about to come.

“Hello, hello, hello, hello…” Amy and I continued as the notes started to sink…then we shouted out the next words as we unconsciously startled some other wrestlers awake.

With one open ear, I heard Trish babbling her mouth out about how she needed the rest to retain her beautiful face.

“It’s not like anyone can see it!” I shouted out as I high fived Amy as we both laughed hysterically.

Fifteen minutes and some seriously bad singing later, Amy and I noticed the seat belt light “ting” on. We put on our seat belts, took some gum and started to chew it. About the gum, they say that when the plane or vehicle ascends or descends from a somewhat heightened or deep place, your ears start to click, and to prevent that from happening, you gotta chew some gum.

To my dismay, I didn’t exactly chew gum, I got jellybeans instead. With that, my ears started to click like mad.

“Dammit.” I cursed aloud…but it seems that Amy couldn’t hear me through the clicking going on.

As we finally got down to the airport, I came out of the plane with both Jericho and Shelton on my sides as they helped me down. Everyone knew how alto phobic I was and how I hated heights, even though I was fond of flying off the top turnbuckle during matches. The only thing you’d ever catch me doing during a flight is listening to music and talking. I’d never stand up on a plane.

As we got down, finally, on the cemented plane grounds, I shook my head and didn’t look back at the plane. I thanked Chris and Shelton as they made their way to sign a few autographs for the fans that waited at the foot of the plane. Amy did the same and I decided to do it too.

As we finally got out of the airport, an hour later, Amy, Victoria, Christy, Maria, Candace, Nidia, Stacy and I found a limo waiting for us. As for being the youngest, I ran to the limo and jumped in excitedly.

Stacy, who was the last one to enter, didn’t seem to have closed the door.

“Stacy, aren’t you gonna close the door?” I asked as I started reading all the wine bottles.

“Oh, I’m waiting for someone.” Stacy said as Amy rolled her eyes and laughed to herself.

“I’ll see you guys at the hotel. I’m gonna catch a ride with Stacy and the girls.” Oh no. Shit. Shit. Shit. And double shit.

Stacy moved down as Christy moved over to sit beside me.

“Hey sweetie.” Stacy said as Randy entered the limo and closed the door.

I quickly grabbed a wine bottle and covered my eyes.

“Hey Stace.” He said as he kissed her

“Gabi, what’s the name of the hotel again?” Stacy asked as I slowly put down the bottle…my cover was blown.

“The New World Virginia Suites.” I replied as I looked at anything but Stacy and Randy

Randy’s POV:

I wasn’t mad, angry or grouchy at all when I saw Gabrielle sitting all the way across the limo. I just somehow felt a huge rock on my shoulder. I felt as if, I had broken a promise, and that I have not done my job as someone for Gabrielle to look up to. I felt troubled.

She never got mad at me before and I was practically crushed when she got mad at me. I didn’t know how to make it up to her, but I knew I wanted to.

It’s just that something inside of me was even more crushed when the girls started talking about “the latest gossip” everyone was talking about on the plane.

End of POV

Gabrielle’s POV:

I was in even bigger shit when Victoria opened her mouth.

“Gabrielle, so tell me, is it true?” Victoria asked as a short silence was broken

“What?” I asked looking at her as I wondered why

“I mean, with you and Edge.” Victoria said as I saw Randy mouth to Stacy “did you know?” as Stacy shook her head.

“What about it?” I asked as I crossed my legs

“I mean, hello, Gabi! You were like the only topic on Edge’s mind during the plane ride. Even if I covered my ears, the man wouldn’t shut up.” Victoria said as Nidia nodded in agreement

“You mean Edge actually likes you? How’s that possible, he’s never liked or been with anyone for three freakin’ years.” Amy said putting down her earphones to join the conversation

“Amy, I was seated right across Edge and when Victoria plugged her ears, he still didn’t shut up.” Christy said as she turned from Lita to me.

“You guys are lying. He would never do that.” I said as I rolled my eyes and laughed to myself at how impossible that situation would be.

“No. I’m serious, Gabi, the man is nuts…well not really nuts, but kind of acting like a five year-old boy with a new puppy. And trust me, he loves his puppy.” Victoria said as Candace and Maria looked at each other in shock.

“You’re joking!” Candace and Maria said in chorus

“No offense, but that’s kind of a late reaction there.” I said to both of them as they smiled madly

“So come on, tell us, what happened? All he mentioned, aside from “she’s the sweetest” blah, blah, blah and shit, he said that it was at the hotel. What happened? We’ll die if you won’t tell us!” Christy said

Before saying another word, I decided to piss Randy off, which was generally my initial plan, so, I made up a few things and twisted a few things, hoping Randy would get the other standpoint. Just for fun.

“Well, all I did was enter his room. After that, a little tête-à-tête and little more tête-à-tête, and I guess my visit kicked off a little better than I expected. Let’s just say I got more than I bargained for.” I said as I smiled and saw all the girls, even Stacy, giggling madly

I had no idea, what Randy felt now, but I do know, his face already told a lot.

“Randy, are you okay? You look constipated.” I said as I smirked

“Oh. I’m---I’m okay. I was just thinking of something.” He replied as he stuttered quite a bit

“Were you thinking of how you would beat up Edge again?” I said sarcastically

“First of all, you shouldn’t be within a fifty foot radius of him.” Randy said

“Listen, didn’t I tell you not to interfere with MY life?” I said as I emphasized the word “MY”.

“I’m not interfering; I’m just looking out for you.” He replied right back

“Yeah, by manipulating me!” I said angrily in a way

“I’m not manipulating you, I’m looking out for you.” He said as he tried clarifying it.

At that moment, I am glad to have managed to have ignored that statement. But within two seconds, the words “I’m looking out for you” start to sink into me.

Gabrielle, once you let him “look out for you” what more of your life is left for you to enjoy? This was the response of my pessimistic side, telling me to say something, and quick.

I ignored it.

I was under some intense pressure, both emotionally and mentally. This was something I didn’t need right now. But one thing came to mind, and trust me, it was a brilliant idea.

If you’re all wondering, the last portion of my conversation with Edge consisted with him asking me out to make up for anything he must’ve done. Well, that’s where the problem lies, he didn’t do anything. It was all Randy, all the time. I know Edge wouldn’t force me to try the cigarette, I forced myself to take it. I remember him trying to warn me not to drink the contents of the bottle I held, but I was too caught up in the moment that I didn’t listen. It was partially my fault. As I was about to say no, I remembered Randy. He was practically manipulating me, so I said yes.

I wasn’t doing this to make Randy jealous and leave Stacy for lil’ old me. I was doing this to prove a point, I was doing this because I want Randy to see the error of his ways. I just hope it works that way. Not otherwise.

I don’t want him completely out of my life, I just want him to respect my decisions, hoping that’s how our relationship will turn out. As friends, that is. Even though I have been longing for a relationship that will exceed friendship, Stacy’s my friend, I want the best for her and she seems happy.

What am I kidding? I can’t stand it. I can’t stand Randy being with anyone else. Sure, I’ll admit it now, but it will never get out. If ever it does, then my life is literally flushed.

There’s this burning passion inside of me, and the more I hide it, the fire grows. The more painful it gets to admit to the mirror that I am keeping the truth from myself.

The veiled passion is tolerable for now, but I don’t know how much longer this can last. It hurts, but I know it’ll all be worth it in the end…I hope.

***

Alright, tonight, my nerves were acting up on me. I started shaking slightly and my hands went cold. I was pacing back and forth on the living room rug as Amy came out with a towel on her hair and a robe on.

“You seem anxious about something.” She said as she opened the closet and scanned her outfits.

“Gabi?” She asked as nothing came out of my mouth. I just paced and paced and paced.

Lita then walked over to me with a brush in her hand and stopped me from pacing.

“What is wrong with you? You’ve been pacing for an hour.” She said as she tried to get me to look at her since my eyes started wandering around the room nervously

“Let’s talk about this.” She said leading me to the bed.

I sat on the bed as she sat beside me and took the towel off her head and combed her hair.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been pacing around for --- wait, does this have to do with your date with Adam later?” Lita asked me as she stopped combing her hair

“Well, no…I mean, yeah…uh-no---I think so----I dunno---I guess---“ I said too quickly that Lita shoved a pillow on my face

“Cool down. Just answer me calmly and tell me why you have been, literally, cutting the rug.” Lita said as she placed a hand on my shoulder

“Alright, it is about the date. I’m only used to Adam as a friend and that’s as far as it gets, but at the same time Christy called and told me that Stacy and Randy would be going to the same club. Amy!!!” I whined as I fiddled with my fingers

“Firstly, before we skip anything, I need to know what happened between you and Randy.” Lita said as she resumed combing her hair

“Well, I think, seriously Randy’s been manipulating me. He’s been to overprotective and I want to prove to him that I can make decisions on my own and that I do things my way, my time. And he just seems to have not gotten the message yet.”

“So, tell me, is that the reason you’re going out with Adam? Just so you can make Randy jealous?” She asked

“No, not the jealousy. I’m after trying to prove to Randy that I can do things on my own and that I do what I want, when I want. Get it?” I said

“And make him jealous?” She said

“Yeah.” I said, after realizing what she asked me, “Hey!” I said as I crossed my arms

“Face it; I know you’ve been crushing on Randy for some time now.” Lita said as she continued combing her hair

“How did you know?” I asked Lita wondering how in the hell she got that info

“Just think of me as a mind-reader.” Lita said raising an eyebrow

I half-smiled and stood up from the bed, “So sorry, this conversation won’t be able to last any longer. I have to get ready for the date.” I said glumly as I walked over to the bathroom

“Wish you luck!” Lita shouted out

“Thanks, I’ll need it.” I returned as I closed the bathroom door

I was now dressed in a black transparent turtle neck long-sleeved top and had a black tube inside; along with a black school girl mini skirt and stiletto boots that reach six inches under the knee.

As I came out of the bathroom, Lita looked over and saw me.

Her reaction looked like it read: Are you nuts? But what she said was different

“Gabi, you look gorgeous!” She said as the doorbell rang

“Wish me luck.” I said as I inhaled deeply

I opened the door and as Adam looked at me, he just stared.

“Do I really look that bad?” I asked thinking that that might have been what he saw

“No. You’re gorgeous. I love what you’re wearing.” He said as he looked me up and down

Silence

“Oh. I’m sorry, I just got a bit carried away.” Adam apologized as he motioned for me to exit.

“Amy, I’ll see you in a few hours.” I called out

“Cool, have fun, Gabi!” She replied

“Bye Amy,” Adam greeted as he closed the door for me.

It was pure and absolute silence on our way to the club. The club was named Sinfuego, which means “no fire” in Spanish. It was a semi-formal club and it was a high-end one too.

I have never actually seen Adam in something as formal as this before. He wore Armani and smelled like a male model. I know how a male model smells like, since my cousin is one, and before Stacy really went serious with Randy, she’s been chasing my cousin like mad. It’s a good thing she never got with him in the first place, coz he’s gay.

I have never really been to a real club before. I mean it’s my second year in the business and no on allowed me to go to the clubs. Although Jericho did try sneaking me in once, but then he heard it from Randy; luckily, Jericho persuaded Randy to let me in, but once I saw the stripers, Randy got me out of that club before you can say ‘strip club’.

I was surprised when we entered without question as we passed a really long line of people. Adam escorted me all the way in until we both got a booth on the top balcony that was overlooking the dance floor.

We ordered some drinks and started talking to each other about what’s been going on with the both of us since we haven’t seen each other that much in quite a long period of time. Adam, who seemed very open to anything at the moment, asked me something that made me somewhat petrified or motionless for quite a bit.

“I have one question,” he started as I took a sip of my drink and nodded, “I wanna know, what is it with you and Randy? I mean the both of you were so close before, I just don’t know how you two are all of a sudden, well, not in speaking terms anymore.” Adam said as I took some time to think of something to make up, or maybe something that could change the topic.

Before I spoke up, I saw Randy and Stacy walking over to the bar right beside us. With that, I turned to Adam and changed the topic of our conversation.

“Adam, this probably isn’t the right time. Maybe we can talk about that in the future. But right now, I feel like dancing.” I said as I stood up.

“Hang on, I don’t know how to dance.” Adam said. Well, for me, that was okay, since I had a plan anyway.

“Don’t worry, your dancing skills won’t be necessary today.” I said as I pulled him gently by the necktie and led him to the dance floor down stairs.

End of Gabrielle’s POV

Narrator’s POV:

As Gabrielle made her way downstairs, Randy couldn’t help but notice the fact that Gabrielle was a good dancer, which would lead to some very disturbing dancing.

With that, Randy told Stacy that they should go down and dance.

“Is this about Gabi?” Stacy asked as she obviously knew that they were there

“I just want to dance. I’m in a good mood today.” Randy said faking a smile, which she never even noticed.

“That’s the spirit!” Stacy smiled as she dragged Randy into the dance floor.

In the middle of the dance floor, Adam stood there wondering what the hell Gabrielle was up to. As Gabrielle saw Randy, she started dancing.

Randy could not believe what he was seeing. He was seeing the angel in Gabrielle flying away and the she-devil taking over her dance moves. Gabrielle was grinding.

Randy made sure that he was at least within the corner of Gabrielle’s eyes, because he had a plan.

End of Narrators POV

Gabrielle’s POV

Everything was going great, I was grinding up on Adam and he got in to the music a bit, but he still sucked at dancing and----

Holy Shit. Quadruple shit. Triple shit. Double shit. Shit. (sorry about the cusses)

Randy and Stacy were right there beside me and Adam and they started grinding too! So unoriginal!

But then, I judged too early, Randy and Stacy started making out while dancing!

Oh that bastard!

With that, I took Adam’s hands and placed them on my butt. It felt weird, but I knew that it would be worth it sometime.

I saw Randy look over as I started stroking Adam’s hair gently.

I cannot believe I was doing this…but you know I was desperate for my independence.

Before I knew it, I felt a hand on my shoulder as it pulled me away from Adam.

Within two seconds, Adam was knocked out and Randy was standing there with his right fist clenched up tightly as several people moved away and watched in shock.

Before Randy could take another step as he neared Adam, I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back with the little strength I was able to muster up.

“What did I tell you?” I asked him as he put his fist down

“Gabi, he was clearly going too far.” Randy said as he pointed at Adam who was supporting himself with his elbow.

“Randy, that’s it. I’ve had it with you. I didn’t want to do this…but you need a taste of your own medicine.” I said as my fist came flying to his face

I had no idea what has gotten in me, I felt that it had to be done. Or else I would never have my independence. I just hope he really learned his lesson this time and I just hope that this time, he’s got that message registered in his head. It was about time too.

End of Gabrielle’s POV

Randy’s POV:

I wasn’t mad at her for doing that, she was right. I deserved that.

As I ignored the blood that started as my lip busted. Stacy helped me up and we both walked out of the club five minutes after Adam and Gabrielle’s departure from the club.

As we got back to the hotel, it was just in time when I saw Gabrielle and Adam standing outside Gabrielle’s hotel room.

She saw me and turned away.

She was still on it. And I didn’t believe what I saw. My eyes were clearly deceiving me. But then, Stacy has just told me that it hasn’t.

End of Randy’s POV

Gabrielle’s POV:

As I saw Randy, I quickly turned away.

I continued talking to Adam about what a great time I had tonight and that I was going to make up for another damage Randy has caused.

As Stacy entered her room, Randy stood outside watching me and Adam.

With that, I pulled Adam in for a long deep kiss.

That was my “make Randy jealous” nerves talking.

After that, I hugged Adam and told him to come in the room. I wasn’t going to do anything, I was just going to put some ice on Adam’s busted lip.

Although, I tried to make it seem to Randy that something else was going to happen.

With that, I left Randy on his own in the hallway.

I have no idea what happened to him, but I did know that tomorrow was going to be a very, very tough day.

To Be Continued

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