Chapter Five: Trust
Lakin looked at John in disbelief for a second before she noticed that he wasn't making eye contact with her. "You're lying. Jeffrey didn't tell you shit. Now, move out of my way."
"Will you tell me what's going on then?" he asked, ignoring her order to move.
"I don't even know you. And even if I did tell you, you wouldn't understand."
"Help me understand then, because it seems just a tad bit suspicious that you say you're going to the courtyard and then five minutes later, you're not there."
"Isn't it a woman's prerogative to change her mind? Now, for the last time, move out of my way."
John knew he was on the losing side of this confrontation and reluctantly moved from in front of the door. He followed her into the room where they saw Jeff sitting on his bed, flipping through the channels.
"How was the courtyard, guys?" he asked, diverting his attention from the TV to his friends.
Lakin stole a quick glance at John out of the corner of her eye. "It was alright. A bit of a disappointment, actually."
Jeff smiled slightly back at her. "Well, you know nothing can compare to the woods of Cameron, Lakey."
"Yeah, I know. I think I'm just going to get changed for bed now." She grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and walked into the bathroom. As soon as she shut the door, she knew that John was telling Jeff that she had not gone where she said she had. Lakin groaned, hating the fact that most of the time she was treated like she was still thirteen years old.
She put on her clothes before walking out of the bathroom to see Jeff and John lying in their respective beds. She laid down beside Jeff and rested her head on his chest as he put his arm around her. Nothing was said until they heard the soft snoring coming from John's side of the room.
"Where'd you go, Lakin?"
She looked at Jeff when he used her full name. "I don't know what you're talking about, Nero. I went to the courtyard just like I told you I would."
"John said you weren't down there. Where were you?"
"Jeffrey, you're not my fucking keeper. I'm thirty years old. I think I can take care of myself."
"I know, Lakey, but I don't appreciate you lying to me. Plus I'm the one that brought you here and it's my job to keep you safe from all of the assholes that I work with."
"Fine, you want to know where I went? I went to see Randy Orton. You happy now?"
"You what?" Jeff said loudly, causing John to groan and put a pillow over his head.
"You heard me."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because you wouldn't tell me anything, Jeffrey. I know you knew who the man in my dreams was, but you weren't saying a damn word. At least now I have a name."
"And what name did you get?" Jeff asked, although he already knew.
"Adam Copeland. And whether you like it or not, I'm going to find him and the reason why he's been in my dreams." And with that, Lakin turned over on her side, facing away from Jeff, leaving him with a sense of dread.
After gaining his composure from his encounter with Lakin Montgomery, Randy Orton gingerly sat on the bed in his hotel room, cell phone in hand. He dialed the number that he had come to know during the days of Rated RKO and waited for an answer.
"Hey, Edge. It's Orton."
"Hey, Randy. Long time, no talk."
Randy rolled hi eyes. He didn't have time for this friendly bullshit. He just wanted to know why Hardy's friend was asking about Adam. "Yeah. Listen, man, I have to tell you something. About an hour ago, a girl came to my room."
"Whoa, Orton. I don't want to hear about your sexual encounters," Adam laughed on the other end of the phone.
"I wasn't going to tell you anything like that. This girl was asking me about my last couple of years on RAW and more specifically about my tag team work. I told her that you and I had a program going for a while with DX. She asked me what your real name was and I told her. Then she asked for a picture of you."
"Okay, so maybe she was just a fan trying to pry information out of you. Big deal."
"That's the thing, Copeland. She's not a fan. She came to the arena with Hardy today."
"Really? What's her name? What did she look like?"
"I never got her name. She wouldn't tell me. But she's a blonde; about 5'7 has brown eyes. Seems kind of backward if you ask me."
"But if she was with Jeff, surely she would know who I am considering everything that happened."
"Like I said, man, she seems a little backward. Maybe she's mental or something. I don't know. I just thought I'd let you in on this to see if you knew anything about her."
"I'm just as lost as you are, Orton," Adam replied, this whole conversation piquing his own curiosity.
"Alright, man. Let me know if you figure out anything."
"Sure," he said before hanging on.
Adam knew, however, that he wouldn't tell Randy anything he found out. For the most part, he considered Randy a friend, just not a good one. He didn't trust the Legend Killer or his intentions completely. There had to be some other reason Randy wanted to be in on this.
He shook his head and sat his cell phone on the bedside table in the hotel room. It was too late to thank anymore on this. When he got home later that week, he would do his own investigating.
Lakin woke with a start, her heart beating heavily and her breath shallow. They were talking about her; Randy and Adam.
He knew she existed. Granted, he had no clue who she was or why she was asking about him, but he knew she was out there.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her body before turning over and seeing that Jeff and John were still sound asleep. She looked closely at Jeff, feeling horrible about the way she treated him before they had gone to sleep. He had always been the one who was there for her even after their own sordid history together. She knew he was just trying to prevent a repeat of the darkest period of her life, but she had to find out who Adam Copeland was.
She knew he wrestled as Edge. She now knew that something had happened between him and the Hardy brothers, but she needed to know who he was. The afore mentioned was just what he did. It didn't define who he was.
She looked around the darkness of the room and noticed a yellow blinking light. John's laptop. She stole another glance at the owner and slipped out of bed and quietly tip toed over to the table on which the electronic sat. She quickly grabbed it, pulling it from the charger and making her way to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her.
After turning on the light, she sat on the floor, her back against the entrance. She put the computer in front of her and stared at it for a moment. "How in the hell do you work this thing?" she whispered to herself.
Lakin started pressing keys but nothing happened. She ran a hand through her golden locks before pressing one final button that brought the laptop to life and a screen popped up, signaling the need for a password.
"You've got to be kidding me," she muttered as she thought of any possibilities as to what it might be. After only knowing the guy for only five hours tops, she knew it was going to be a difficult chore. She typed in 'Cena' but was promptly denied access.
She groaned loudly in frustration before remembering that there were two sleeping men in the next room, one whose laptop she had borrowed without permission.
She was sitting, pondering any other possible password when she was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Lakin? You almost done? I gotta piss."
"Shit," she muttered, closing the laptop. "Yeah, just a second," she said, looking around the bathroom for some sort of drawer or cabinet to temporarily store the computer, but there was none.
"Seriously, Lakin. I gotta go," John said, growing impatient.
She had no choice but to set the laptop in the shower and pull the curtain. She flushed the toilet to make it seem like there was a legitimate purpose for her being in there before unlocking and opening the door to run smack dab into the bare chest of John Cena.
"Sorry," she said quietly before sliding past him and making her way to the bed she shared with Jeff. She laid down but kept her head up to keep an eye on the bathroom.
"What are you doing, Lakey?" Jeff asked, sleepily, his eyes still closed.
"Nothing, Jeffrey. Go back to sleep."
"I will when you do."
"I'm not tired," she lied. Truth was she was beat, but she had to make sure John didn't find the laptop in the bathtub.
"Lay down. Maybe you'll fall asleep," he replied, finally opening his eyes lazily to look at her.
She didn't say anything; just briefly looked down at him as the bathroom door opened and John walked out, with no laptop in hand.
Lakin quickly laid her head down and snuggled into Jeff's chest, her body finally relaxing. She was just about to drift off to sleep when she heard Jeff's voice in her ear.
"It's not nice to take stuff that isn't yours."
Wow, it's been a while since this has been updated. It's been kind of difficult for me to write it, but I think I'm getting to the point where it should be easier. Hopefully, anyway.
Thanks to giftiebee, Laffy., Enigmatic Lotus Leaf, cherrybomb13 and Alkira Sonoma for reviewing chapter four. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and pretty pretty please review!
Until next time,
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