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Summary: One rainy day in November, sets off a chain of eye opening events
Notes: Lita is not married, Lita was not pregnant. Anything else goes, enjoy and please review.
Thank you for the reviews. I don't know why I re-posted this.. Just had an urge to do so.
Lita walked into the arena on Monday, ready to talk to him and determined to sort things out. The rain had done her a world of good, although now she was suffering for it. True to Trish's words, the redhead now had a head cold..but at least her heart was clear. She came to the realization that yes, she cared for him. Love, like all other things, would just come in time. As it were, she felt they were well on their way there. Trish had also been right about him bringing out the best in her. There were a few moments where she had felt like this, and before he came along..those moments had passed; distant memories in the spanse of time. Of course, she also had memories of him, recent ones that weren't so good and recent ones that were nothing short of mindblowing. She had never asked to be swept off her feet, never expected for him to be romantic; but he had been. And he still was..at least when she wasn't keeping a distance. Because, in spite of every bright moment in their relationship; Lita still had her doubts..her worries and her innermost fears. No matter how hard he tried to convince her that he wouldn't hurt her, some part of her was waiting for it. After all, it happened before, why wouldn't it happen again?
The redhead let out a sigh, raking a hand through her hair as she turned the corner. Her mind racing over the past, the present but never touching on the future. Lita had made up her mind, to return to those live for the moment days. Take things one day at a time..no matter what it would bring. And that included her relationship with him. Hazel orbs absently scanned the nametags on the locker rooms; the redhead noting where hers was before she turned the corner. Eventually, she stopped an arena crew member to find out exactly where he was; and once that information had passed, she set off. She knew what she wanted to say, knew what she had to get off her chest and she could only hope that it wasn't too late. She felt safe in knowing that he at least wasn't giving up. Or so Trish had informed her after she had gotten back from her walk. All that was left to do know was find him, talk to him and put the past few days behind them.
Too bad things don't always go the way you plan.
A choked sob escaped the redhead as she stood just outside his locker room. Oh, he was there alright. But, at the moment his lips were too busy to talk. Lita clenched her fists, not bothering to interrupt this little moment and turned on heel. Ready to write him out of her life and ready to move on until he stopped her. Damn it. She had wanted to walk on, pretend she didn't notice him. Pretend that he didn't effect her the way he did. But, the reality was- he did effect her. She was bothered by it and more than she wanted to be. Her jaw tightened, the redhead bristling as she turned to face him.
"I can explain."
"Don't touch me." She hissed through clenched teeth, wrenching his hand from her shoulder. "And don't even think you can explain. I'm not blind."
He sighed, raking his hands over his hair. "Lita, please just let me explain."
Lita arched an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't need any explaination, I don't want your excuses. And I don't want you around." She shook her head, turning on heel to return to her locker room.
He reached for her again, only to have her spin around; her still closed fist connecting with his cheek.
Hazel orbs narrowed, "I won't say it again." She warned dangerously, her shoulders shaking as she all but fled for her locker room.
"Damn it!" He cursed, rubbing his cheek before he returned to his locker room, abruptly shoving one of the newer Diva's out. It was a mistake, he hadn't kissed her..she had kissed him. He knew what happened and he knew what Lita thought she saw. Problem was, how to fix it.
Moments later, an enraged Trish Stratus marched down the hallway; stopping only to pound on his locker room door. She hadn't expected for Lita to find her so quickly, nor did she expect to see the fiery Diva on the brink of tears. First on the agenda for her, giving him a piece of her mind. And later that night, getting Lita's mind off the arrogant, self absorbed prick. Truth be told, the petite blonde had always hoped she was wrong. Given, there was a time when she really doubted he could ever care about anything other than himself; but when he and Lita had started talking..that all changed. He was turning out to be quite the disappointment. No sooner did the door open, his frame just in the doorway; did Trish get in his face. A perfectly manicured nail was shoved in his face, the blonde's nostrils flaring.
"How could you do that to her!" Trish fumed, shaking her finger at him. "I thought you were different, she thought you were different. Why?"
"Trish look, I just need--"
"An ass kicking is what you need," Trish snapped out harshly, her hands flying to her hips. "I can't believe that you would do that. Doesn't she mean anything to you?"
Why wasn't anyone giving him the chance to speak? "Trish, look I need to talk to her."
An eyebrow rose at that, the blonde rolling her eyes. "You aren't going anywhere near her. Do you understand that? She's a mess right now and it's all because of you." She shook her head, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Congratulations by the way, you've joined another elite group. Not many can say they've won her over and subsequently broken her heart."
"Come on Trish, all I need is a chance."
That was enough for the petite blonde then, her hand flying up to add to his already bruised cheek. "Stay away from her. She doesn't want to see your face and quite frankly? Neither do I." She gave him no chance to reply, spinning on her heels to head back to the distressed redhead.
'Well, so much for asking Trish for help.' He sighed, slamming the door shut. This night was not starting out to his liking. First, one of the wanna-be's had just waltzed right into his locker room, not to talk. Oh no, she didn't want to do that. His ego admitted that it was nice to be on the receiving end of a kiss, but all of him agreed..not at that price.
It was crystal clear to Randy Orton that Lita wasn't in a forgiving mood. Not that he could really blame her. Whether it was his fault or not, he screwed up. And in a big way where she was concerned. He remembered how reluctant she was at the beginning, how it had taken weeks just to get her to go on a friendly date. Nothing serious, just out with someone she could call a friend. He had given her the time and space she needed, helped her through it all and never expected much in return. It was no lie that he liked her, but he never hinted at it and never let those words pass his lips. Instead he let things take their time and waited for her to see who he really was. And now..well now, he had just made a mess out of everything; undone what had transpired.
Life sucked.
Lita let out a sigh, settling further into the booth. Trish had talked her into going out after RAW and she had sweetened the deal by getting Dawn Marie there. Lita hadn't spoken to anyone, save for Trish and a few words with Victoria; but for the most part..the normally vibrant redhead was quiet. Distant and numb to be more precise. As it were, Trish had explained everything to the brunette Diva from SmackDown. And in turn, Dawn Marie had a hissy fit, promptly declaring that Lita needed a real man. While Trish hadn't been overly quick to agree -- really thinking that Lita just needed time alone -- they did decide that the redhead needed a girls night out. Preferbly away from the hotel that the RAW roster was occupying that night. In the end, Trish played the part of responsible driver; toting the redhead from the hotel and to the next city where SmackDown had their house show. And, being there meant one of two things. One was that hopefully no sign or trace of Randy Orton and two..the SmackDown roster out on the town. Of course, neither Trish or Lita was really up for seeing the lovebirds known as Jackie and Charlie; but at the same time it was nice to see at least one of the Diva's happy. Plus, given the alternatives, they both figured this was as good as it was going to get.
No sooner had Lita set down her drink, did Dawn Marie come striding over; grasping the redhead by the hands to drag her out to the dance floor. And in spite of the fact that he was first on her list of disliked people, Lita found herself missing him. Her thoughts drifting to him no matter how hard she tried. Why did things have to be like this? Was she just that unlucky or was it fate for her to not be happy? Because, she had found happiness with him; much like she had found happiness with Matt. But, no..that got thrown back in her face. And given, while he didn't publically break up with her twice; he did worse. He cheated. If anything, Matt had been faithful..for the most part anyway, the redhead recalling that one incident with Stacy Keibler. But still, history was seemingly repeating itself again..only this time she was the one walking away. Turning her head from it all and leaving him to think about where things went wrong. Lita was determined to completely forget about him. If only for this night. And even if her broken heart still ached for him..she wasn't about to give in.
By the time Lita had left the dance floor, knocked back another drink and subsequently returned; Randy Orton was the last thing on her mind. Instead she focused her attention on her fifth dance partner that night; none other than good friend Rey Mysterio. Unlike the well meaning Rob; Rey at least had the sense to not bring up the topic of Randy. Instead he let the redhead ramble on..even if it was more of a druken slur. From the corner of her eye, she could distinguish a blur as Dawn wrapped up with Eddie Guerrero. Lita could just see Trish, though she couldn't see who she was with..only the tattoo's on his back. Blury hazel orbs blinked, the redhead squinting to see but before she could place the unknown; Dawn Marie tugged on her arm. In spite of trying to get away from the RAW roster, well really from Randy; the wrestler in question had just walked in. But he wasn't alone. With him, fellow RAW wrestler's Chris Jericho and Maven. And just behind Randy, none other than John Cena. Dawn pursed her lips, her eyes narrowing a fraction at the four as they made their way into the club. Lita wasn't exactly hard to pick out in a crowd and the last thing Dawn wanted to see was an all out arguement.
Dawn stepped in front of Lita first, holding a near defensive position as Chris, John and Randy stood before them. But, instead of letting either of them get a word in first; the brunette Diva turned her attention to her fellow SmackDown star.
"Why is he here?"
John shook his head, fully expecting this from her. "It's none of your business Dawn."
Dawn arched a sculpted eyebrow, "Well, it's my business when it's concerning a friend of mine. So I'll ask again, why is he here."
Cena just shrugged, offering no explainations. It wasn't really his business either; but Randy was a friend..and when he asked if he wanted to hit the town he had readily agreed. Of course, he didn't know exactly why Randy was willing to head there when John could've just met him. But, he found out soon enough. He understood that Randy had somehow made a mistake, but he didn't know what it was. Not that he needed to know anyway, because it wasn't his business. Whatever happened was between Lita and Randy.
For his part, Randy ignored Dawn; determined eyes set on only one person. "Lita please, just give me a minute to explain."
The redhead merely raised a brow, opening her mouth to respond before she was cut off.
"I thought I asked you to stay away from her." Trish Stratus spoke up from beside Lita. "She doesn't want to see you."
"Do you know that?" Orton questioned then, "Do you speak for her?"
"I know enough to know that she doesn't want to have anything to do with you." Trish spat back evenly, her eyes narrowing dangerously at the wrestler. "So, why don't you just leave before you get matching mark."
Randy shook his head, "Please, just one minute. That's all I'm asking."
The redhead let out a controlled breath, squaring her shoulders before she began. "What is there to explain? I saw all I needed to see and that's that."
"No you didn't." He insisted, ignoring the dark looks he was receiving from the other two Diva's. "Li, please. I gave you time when you needed it, why can't you give me this?"
When Lita wouldn't respond; Chris Jericho spoke up. "I told you it wouldn't work, Orton. Can't you see? She's been under the influence of the cold hearted one herself." His eyes sparked at Trish then, a devious smirk on his lips.
Trish huffed, willing herself not to cry. "Screw you Chris."
Jericho snorted, "No way. No how. I know where've you been and I see where you're going." He inclined his chin to Tyson Tomko, but still addressed the blonde Diva. "Is that your newest flavor of the week? Or were you messing around with him behind Christian's back?"
Trish pressed her lips into a thin line, though inwardly she was breaking all over again. "Believe what you want Chris..it really doesn't matter now anyway."
Chris only rolled his eyes, sending a look to Orton. "Can we go now? It's quite obvious she ain't talking."
Randy shook his head, pleading blue orbs locking with cold hazel eyes. "Li, please. Just listen to me and then I'll leave you alone."
Trish shook her head then, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Come on Li, he's not worth it. Let's just go back to the hotel."
Lita remained silent through it all, wanting to hear him out and yet..she couldn't erase the scene from earlier. She had put her trust in him and he broke it. "Dawn, thanks for meeting us here. Rey-Rey? Sorry you had to see all of this." She turned slightly, to hug them both before she turned her attention back. "Chris, Maven, John..good night."
Orton sighed, stepping in front of her before she could move an inch. "Don't walk away without giving me a chance, please."
Something in his eyes pulled at the redhead. Damnit. She let out a tired sigh, replying quietly yet cold. "Not tonight, not tomorrow. I need time and I need you to just stay away from me. Do not call me, do not call my friends asking for me and do not even think about showing up at my house." She offered nothing else, merely allowing herself to be tugged out of there by Trish.
For his part, Randy watched as they disappeared through the crowd; his eyes trained on Lita until she vanished from his line of sight. Maybe it was a good thing, because it would give him time to think about how to really make this up to her. And hopefully, with that time, she would be able to forgive him. He made his way to the bar, promptly parking himself there and refused to budge when Chris tried to talk him out of it. He didn't care about having a good time right now, all he cared was that there was a slim window still open.