One Shots || Wrestler edition || CLOSED

The Reunion - Randy Orton

"Remind me again why you're not going?" Isabella asked me pointedly.

"I've already told you why." I sighed in reply to my way too nosy best friend.

"Yeah I know." She rolled her eyes. "You don't want to risk running into him. But really Alex, what are the chances he will actually be there? Didn't you tell me he was like a super busy person?"

Even though I had told her about the guy who used to be my best friend for my entire childhood and then carelessly broke my heart like it was nothing, I had never really given her a name.

It was better that way.

"Yeah he is, I doubt he's even in the state right now." I admitted. "But there still is a chance so no thanks."

"Well I think you should go. If only to show everyone there tonight how amazing you are and how well you are doing for yourself." Isabella continued her attempt to convince me to go.

'You're a mess.' his voice sounded in my head.

I sighed. Oh how I wish I could prove him wrong. About everything he said about me.

Before I could say anything though Isabella suddenly got up, walked over and smacked the back of my head. "Stop that."

"The hell Issy! Stop what?" I groaned and gently rubbed the back of my head.

"You got that look in your eyes again. The one you get every time you think about something he told you. Stop listening to it. He was a jerk and doesn't deserve any of your time. Get over it, stop believing those ridiculous things and go to that reunion." Isabella rarely went off on me like this but apparently enough was enough. "You are so wonderful Alex, its his loss that he didn't see that. But you have to stop letting him control your life."

I pulled her in a tight hug "You're right. I know you are right. I just don't know how to stop it."

"Well first thing is dress up like the bombshell you are and go to that reunion. Simple."

"Oh yeah, so simple." I chuckled although I realized that maybe my friend had the right idea.

"Come on, close the café early today and I'll help you get ready for the reunion."

"Alright." I agreed and walked to the door to flip the sign from open to closed. Luckily the morning rush had disappeared and besides me and Isabella there was no one else in the café at the moment.

Once we got to my apartment above the café we went straight to my bedroom to find clothes for me to wear. Isabella was way more skilled at this than I was so I let her take the lead.

"You need to look sweet but fierce at the same time. Like you've put in effort but not like you were trying too hard. It definitely needs to be a dress but not a long one since we don't want you to be overdressed." She listed off as she searched through my dresses for just the right one.

It didn't take her long, 5 minutes later she held the dress out to me. "Now go put this on and knock em dead."

-

There were more people at the reunion than I had expected. I had gotten my name tag and was talking to a few of my former classmates.

"I honestly can't believe how much you've changed Millie." I told the beautiful blonde to my right.

Mildred, who used to be seen as one of the biggest nerds in my class with her big glasses, braces and straight A record was now one of the most gorgeous girls in the room. She was among the few people I counted as a friend back in high school but she had moved across the country for college and we had lost touch.

"Going away for college did me well." She shrugged, always having had problems with receiving compliments. "It's nothing like what you and Randall have made of yourselves."

My face fell when she said his name and she must have noticed. "You lost touch?"

Mildred hadn't been at our prom and hadn't known about the falling out that happened that day. No one at school had dared to say anything about it.

"We never spoke again after school."

Apparently, even though she had changed a lot, she was still a bit oblivious as she shot me a bright smile "Well I guess this is your chance to change that. He's making his way to us right now."

I groaned softly, knowing I couldn't just walk away like I wanted to so instead I straightened my spine and braced myself.

"Alex and.. Millie? Damn is that you? It's good to see you both."

Mildred embraced him like an old friend, which they were, but when he reached to give me a hug after that I took a step back.

"It's good to see you too Randall." I said with a reserved smile.

A flash of hurt crossed over his face before it made way for reluctant acceptance. It actually angered me that he even dared to feel hurt by this.

Randall Keith Orton, known worldwide for his work as a WWE wrestler and to some even as an actor, my former best friend and now least favorite person in the world. The guy who broke me more than anyone ever had before or since. The voice in my head that always tore me down.

"Look Al..."

I held up my hand to silence him. "I really don't want to hear it. Why are you even here?"

"I came to see you again of course. I really missed you Alex."

I couldn't help it. Before I even knew it I was laughing almost painfully.

"Missed what? The way I used to let you walk all over me? The knife you left in my back? I honestly don't feel like reminiscing things so if you'll excuse me."

I left before he could say anything in return. All I wanted was to leave this stupid gymnasium and school behind me.

Randall caught up with me quickly in the hallway "Please, Alex. I can explain."

"I don't want to hear your excuses." I turned to face him with a glare. "It doesn't change what you did."

"I know." He looked down with a look I couldn't decipher. "I'm sorry."

I clenched my fists in anger. "Don't apologize, your words mean nothing to me."

I lied. I knew I did. His words were what still haunted me to this day after all. His words were the thing that broke me as they had meant everything to me. His opinion was the only one that had mattered and I had always taken his words seriously. The worst part was that I still cared. I didn't think something that happened all those years ago would still bother me if I didn't care. I've had falling outs with other people before and lost the anger towards them as soon as I stopped caring. But Randall still made me furious because I still cared.

"I think you should go Randall. I've had enough."

"Fine, I'll leave you alone." He sighed, sounding almost defeated. "For now at least."

With that he walked away and I could tell that this was far from over.