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When John isn't able to keep his promise of training Kelly and asks his best friend Randy to do it, trouble stirs. Kelly, a skeptic on love, finds that Randy and John are both in love with Eve. She also unwillingly finds herself as the new object of Randy's affection.

I gasped as Randy grabbed me from behind, my phone slipping from my fingers and falling to the mat.

"I thought I told you to focus?" he asked, his lips at my ear.

I tried to wiggle free but he was too strong.

"I just wanted to see if John was going to be here soon," I told him. I felt my face becoming flushed with him so close to me like this. Didn't he know what personal space was?

"I see," Randy said.

He let go and stepped back. I turned with a furrowed brow, not sure why he seemed different all of the sudden.

"I told you he was coming today, didn't I? He wanted to see how I was doing now that you're my trainer."

Randy looked to the mat, his mouth hard. "I see, so he thinks I'm not capable of teaching you."

I was quick to shake my head, a small breath of surprise escaping me. "Its not that," I told him. "I asked him to come."

Randy looked up, meeting my eyes. "Why would you do that?" he asked. His voice was low.
I sighed, crossing my arms. "I haven't seen him in a while is all," I frowned.

Randy nodded once and I wanted to ask him why he was so tense. But I didn't have the chance as I heard the door to the training room open and John step inside.

"John," I smiled, getting down from the ring to greet him.

I hugged him lightly before Randy joined us.

"How's everything going?" John asked.

"It's going great," Randy forced a smile. I nodded in agreement.

"I'm glad," John said. "I'm sorry I couldn't train you any longer myself, Kelly."

I shook my head, "It's fine, really! I'm sure you're very busy with the wedding planning and everything."

John nodded and laughed. "I am very busy, but it's worth it."

"I'm sure," I smiled.

I then questioned him on the planning and Randy turned to pack up his things. He wasn't interested in hearing of his best friends wedding? John invited us to dinner that night. I looked to Randy but he declined. I frowned at John.

"I'd love it if you joined us," John added, looking to him.

Randy's back was turned to us and I saw his shoulders tense. He turned with one eyebrow raised. He seemed ready to make some cruel remark so I looked to him, my eyes pleading. I knew that even though they were best friends they were often in an unspoken competition with each other. I guessed that Randy was angry that John was getting married first.

"Sure," Randy said then.

John smiled then and left, saying he would see us tonight. I smiled. But when I turned back to Randy it quickly faded. He was staring at me, his blue eyes intense.

"What?" I asked softly, so as not to anger him anymore.

"Don't think that I will do something just because you're the one who asks Kelly," he told me.

"I know that."

"Do you?" he asked. "Because it seems like you think you can somehow control the way I act."

I shook my head. He rolled his eyes and left the room. I guessed our lesson was done for the day and left too. I went back to the hotel and showered to get ready for dinner. But even as I tried to focus on other things I found myself thinking of Randy and John. I was fairly new to their lives. It was wrong of me to assume things about their relationship. But the way they acted towards each other was so puzzling. John was always cool and collected while Randy was easily angered. I didn't understand why some of the things that John said made Randy angry. To me they were just simple sentences, with no hidden meaning. But Randy seemed to take them a different way. I accepted the fact that I would probably never truly understand. There was knock at my door then, breaking me from my thoughts. I went to open it and found Eve.

"Oh, hi." I smiled.

She smiled too, pulling me to her for a hug. "Its really great to see you Kelly. I'm glad you could come to dinner."

"Thank you for letting me join you."

Eve came into the room then, quickly glancing in the mirror. It was no wonder that John would marry someone like Eve. She was gorgeous and talented. Randy and John showed up a few minutes later to lead us out to the cabs. John and Eve walked ahead of Randy and I, holding hands. I looked to Randy to see that he somehow looked uncomfortable. His hands were in the pockets of his suit jacket and he chewed on his lip. He noticed my stare and shot me a look. I gave him an apologetic smile and reminded myself to keep to my own business.
The restaurant wasn't to far from the hotel we were staying at. It was a small Italian place and it smelled delicious. Eve and I sat on one side of the booth as Randy and John sat on the other side. They seemed to be more at ease now. Not long into the dinner, Eve left to use the restroom. Without her the tension seemed to lessen between Randy and John. I gave them a small smile and looked down to my drink.

"Kelly, are you okay?" John asked me.

I nodded, "I'm fine, really." Randy shot me a suspicious glance. "I'm just tired is all." Randy seemed satisfied with that answer and nodded approvingly.

John then asked me if I would go check on Eve. But before I could agree, Randy was already up and gone. I could tell John wanted to follow him but he refrained.

"Kelly, are you sure everything is alright?"

I nodded again. "Yeah."

"Is it Randy?" he asked. "He can have a temper at times. I wouldn't want him to hurt you."

Hurt me? I shook my head. "I don't think he would hurt me, John."

John's brow rose. "I saw the way he grabbed you just before I came to see you guys this afternoon."

I let my mind go back to the moment. He had grabbed me roughly, but it was just his way, wasn't it? He didn't intend to hurt me.

"Its alright, John. Please don't worry about me. You have plenty of other things to worry about."

Eve returned to the table then, without Randy. She said he had stepped out for some air. But Randy didn't return for the rest of the dinner. I watched his food get cold and felt the need to go find him. I heard John and Eve whispering as they thought I wasn't paying attention.

"What did you say to him?" John asked her.

She shrugged, "Nothing. I told him I don't love him."

John frowned.

So was that it? Was Randy in love with her too? Dinner went by slowly and I found myself glancing to the door, waiting for Randy. But he never came back. John and Eve left right after the bill, but I lingered. I was dark out now and as I stepped out of the restaurant, I felt a chill. I sighed, seeing my breath form a cloud in front of me. I smelled cigarette smoke then and scrunched my nose. I looked to the direction it had come from and saw Randy. He was leaning against the building, the cigarette about to fall from his lips. I went over to him.

"Why did you disappear?" I asked him.

He looked to the side, pretending I wasn't there. I stepped into his line of sight. "Hello? Can you answer me?" My voice came out more annoyed than I had intended.

He shrugged, "I didn't want to see them. I knew this was a bad idea."

I frowned, feeling my teeth chatter against the cold. He shrugged off his jacket and put it around my shoulders. It was such a simple act, but it was nice. What right did John have to think he would hurt me? What right did he have to judge him? I felt my eyes tear up from the anger I felt.

"Are you crying?" His voice came out soft, surprised.

I turned away, angrily whipping the tears, "No."

He placed a hand on my shoulder and I turned, meeting his pale blue eyes.

"Why are you crying?" he asked.

"I'm crying for you!" I nearly yelled at him, more tears spilling.

His brow furrowed.

"It's not fair!" I continued.

"What's not fair?"

"You love her too!" I cried.

His eyes went wide. He didn't have time to mask the surprise. "You'll mess up all your makeup by crying you know," he said then, coolly. He threw away the cigarette butt.

"I can't stop once I start," I sighed, trying to glare at him.

I felt his hand on my lower back then, pressing my body to his. His other hand caught my cheek, directing my face to his. A gasp escaped me. He then crushed his lips to mine. I tasted his tongue. When he was done, he smirked, pulling away. I looked to him, still in shock.

"There, you stopped crying."

Thank you for checking out this story. Reviews are greatly appreciated. -Faith.