Just when you think everything's perfect in your life...You get weak.
And everything that you thought made sense in your life...well...you were wrong...dead wrong.
Linda Ann had been the semi normal girl in the local high school in St. Louis...Everyone called her Ann instead of Linda, cause there were about a million Linda's in the high school...She was on the cheerleading team, didn't really have a steady boyfriend, and didn't really want one. She was more interested in getting into college rather then trying to keep up a normal high school social dating life.
Sure she dated, but most of the guys just wanted to have sex. Linda probably wouldn't have minded, but she wasn't about to have sex with someone she didn't at least like. And trying to like most of the under sexed over hormoned guys at her high school was pretty much impossible.
At least that's what she thought until she ran into him.
She was 16 getting ready to turn 17, in her Junior year, and was walking to Chemistry with her best friend Tawny, when they both rounded the corner and Ann was knocked down and her book went fly. Tawny said, "Oh my God Ann are you okay?" Ann shook her head trying to get rid of the cobwebs, and said, "Yeah, What happened?" Tawny said, "You got run over."
A male voice said, "I didn't exactly run her over now did I?" Ann looked up and came to see the most incredible blue eyes she'd ever seen. He was so tall, and the navy blue T-shirt he had on fit him like a second skin. Ann said, "Then what did happen?" The guy squatted down and he said, "It is my fault...I wasn't looking where I was going, and didn't see you until it was too late. Here, let me help you up."
He held out his hand and Ann gave him her hand, and his big hand and long fingers closed around her small hand as he helped her stand up to a vertical base again. Once she was standing he was looking down at her...she was beautiful, much more beautiful then the other girls at the school, for some reason he couldn't remember seeing her around, until he looked at her jacket and noticed she was a cheerleader.
His voice was smooth and silky as he said, "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you anything did I?" Ann smiled and said, "No I'm fine. Thank you for asking." He said, "I know just about every one in this school...But I'm trying to figure out why I don't know you." Ann said, "I moved here last year, I don't know a lot of people, except Tawny here and the girls on the team. My name is Ann Litchfield."
The guy smiled as he saw her stick her hand out and he took it and said, "Randy Orton." Ann said, "Randy Orton huh? You wouldn't by any chance be related to a Robert and Bob Orton would you?" Randy smiled nervously and said, "How do you know my Grand father and dad?" Ann blushed a little and said, "I grew up watching wrestling. I've been watching it since I was 3." Randy smiled a little bigger and couldn't help but think 'where have you been all my life?'
Randy picked up Ann's book and handed it to her...and she said, "Thank you." Randy said, "Is there some chance we can talk later?" Ann said, "Sure...But if you want to talk, you have to find me...I have to go or I'm gonna be late for Chemistry...Bye."
Randy smirked and watched as she walked away and said, "Yea...Bye." As he took off for his class.