Disclaimer: Original story with borrowed characters. This is an alternate universe story. I do not own any of the characters except my own. No disrespect intended.

Chapter One

Randy looked around his home. It was a large three story brick home with a swimming pool in the back yard and a tennis court, but he had lived there alone. His father, known as Cowboy in the wrestling world, was rarely there, leaving the teenager with only a housekeeper for company.

The night before his father had sprung disturbing news on him, telling him he was getting married – to a woman he barely knew, but it would be Randy's life that would change. He was used to doing whatever he wanted when he wanted. He was accustomed to having parties with no parental supervision and he knew his new stepmother would stand in the way of his relaxed life. He despised her even though they had yet to meet.

"How do I look, son?" Bob walked into the large living room that had been decorated by his deceased mother so many years before. It was all he had of the woman he barely remembered and the thought of someone taking that away angered him.

"Like a fool." Randy growled and stomped his own leather dress shoes toward the front door. He slammed it and headed to his father's truck. His father may have demanded his attendance, but no one could make him be happy about it.

"Well, I guess this isn't going to be as easy as I hoped." Bob softly moaned as he climbed in and started the vehicle. "But I'm warning you, Randy. Keep your mouth shut if you can't be respectable. Patty is a sweet woman."

"You mean a dirty waitress."

"Watch your mouth!" Bob bellowed. "I love this woman and I really can't remember when you became so spoiled. I didn't raise you …"

"You were never around to raise me," The fifteen year old fumed. "Don't you think it's a little late to find some woman to pawn me off on? I don't need a mother!"

"What you need is a good ass whooping." The country born man bellowed. "We're here. You better mind your manners."

The local courthouse was almost as old as the town itself. He stared up at it, hating it and the new world he was about to enter.

"She has a daughter almost your age," Bob spent there last steps trying to persuade Randy into giving his blessing, but he refused. "Andrea goes to your school."

"I don't know any Andrea," he continued to pout.

"She's a grade behind you, I believe." Randy rolled his eyes. "There they are." A woman wearing a simple white sundress with blue flowers waved her hand madly with a big smile and his father seemed to forget about him as his lips broadened and he quickened his steps to wrap his arms around the gold digger. Beside her a girl wearing glasses and an ankle length pink skirt stood with her arms crossed over her old fashioned blouse. Randy moaned again. Andrea Dalton, better known as Fugly, was not the ideal step sister and would damage his reputation just by association. He belonged to the social elite of his high school and he enjoyed a spot as the football team's captain. He was a great athlete, an awesome quarterback and a valued player on the field. His life equaled that of celebrity status when he walked down the halls with his group of friends. Everyone knew him, he could have any girl he wanted and every guy wanted to be him.

Andrea on the other hand, was a blister on humanity's thumb. She was slightly overweight, always wore ill-fitting and out of style clothes and he had never seen her without her hair pulled back into a tight bun, but it was the first time he had ever seen her without a stack of books. He would have been happy if she was a faceless nobody, but his friends knew her and she and her friend were the subject of many of their jokes. He, himself had never started the teasing, but he had often laughed and joined in. Now he would have to deal with their ridicule as well and that made him instantly hate her. It wasn't fair how much his life was going to change when the winter break was over. It just wasn't right that his world was crushed because of his father's crush on a woman he had only known a month.

"Hi, Randy." Patty touched his arm. "I've heard so much about you." He wanted to say he hadn't heard a damn thing about her, but instead he smiled politely.

"Nice to meet you, ma'am," but inside he wanted to chase her away. He wanted to act out and terrify her so she would never say I do.

"Oh, don't be so formal." The brunette had a kind voice and she had one strand of grey hair that tattled her age even though her face appeared quite young. "This is my daughter Andrea," she introduced the young girl who gazed up with terrified eyes.

"Yeah, I know Andrea," he tainted his voice with a growl and glared daggers, warning her right from the beginning. If the nobody had made plans to make her life better just by knowing him, he was going to make sure she knew better right from the beginning. Nothing would change. Nothing!

"I think it's our turn, baby." The sentimental nickname his father used made his stomach churn. How embarrassing it was going to be when all his friend found out that his father had married the waitress from the truck stop on the highway.

They were joined by a tall man nicknamed Diesel, his father's co-worker and closest friend and a woman who must have been close to Patty. Most likely another waitress and Randy wondered if her friend had the same plan when she smiled at Diesel, but he knew the longtime family friend was smarter than to let some woman reel him into a money grubbing trap. It was just too bad the man had not been able to talk some sense into his father.

The magistrate that performed the marriage had a romantic heart and her office was made to look as beautiful as a wedding chapel. It was decorated with roses and had wispy curtains draped around a set of open French doors that led out to a balcony. The couple stood out on that balcony, overlooking a large cascading fountain and if he did not look to the side and see the desk and book shelves, he would not have been reminded that it was a quick and cheap event.

He mumbled under his breath as the vows were exchanged, wishing his father would back out, but he would not be so lucky and inevitably, it was sealed with a kiss.

"Don't worry, kid. Your old man knows what he's doing. He would have been stupid if he didn't grab that one up." Diesel patted him on the shoulder as they walked out the court house. He, too seemed taken with Patty and Randy felt all alone. "You'll see. So, I hear it's just you and me this weekend. A guy's night. What do you want to do?"

"Who cares?" Randy shrugged. "He sure as hell doesn't. Why don't you buy me a case of beer? It's not like my old man would care."

"You're Dad loves you more than anything in this world."

"Sure he does." Randy growled as the newlyweds said good bye to their children and friends and climbed into his father's truck. They were heading off to their honeymoon at some sleazy hotel without a care in the world about how unhappy their children were. He could tell by the sad look on Andrea's face that she was not thrilled with the new situation.

"Your father wants Patty's daughter to stay with us this weekend. She should be coming over later tonight. They will move their things when your father gets home."

"Oh, you mean he's going to stay home for once." He could not hide the resentment he had for his father. "And since when do I need a babysitter. I'm always on my own."

Diesel laughed.

"I'm no babysitter, kid. I just need a place to crash until I hit the road again on Monday. If you don't want me to stay, I can grab a room somewhere."

"I don't care." But Randy knew the man was only trying to make him feel like he had a choice. He knew better. His father probably wanted to make sure that the two teens didn't do anything that would be considered inappropriate considering their new sibling status. The thought of him touching Fugly Andrea made him want to vomit and it was worse when he thought about how much he would soon know about the gross girls every day habits.

"Where should I sleep?" Andrea asked with a quiet whisper and downcast eyes when she was dropped off by Patty's friend. She held a backpack on her shoulder and a bag in each hand and her body trembled.

"You can pitch a tent in the backyard for all I care, Fugly," he spat. "Just stay far away from me."

"Hello." His housekeeper, Rose, came out of the kitchen drying her hands and betraying Randy by greeting the young girl with kindness. "Mr. Bob has already picked out a beautiful room for you miss. Randal, why don't you help your new sister."

"She isn't my sister." Randy continued to resist and Diesel slapped the back of his head with a large hand, forcing him to snatch one of her bags and head up the staircase behind Rosa. He groaned even louder when she climbed past the second level and headed toward the attic space. That was his space and now it would be invaded by a nerd. The third story was nothing but two bedrooms, each with a private bathroom and a sitting space in the middle. He usually felt like he was living in his own little apartment and now he would have to share it with someone like Fugly Andrea. He cursed his father even more.

"There!" he threw the bag on the bed, turned on his heel and stormed out. "And don't you show your face when my friends get here later."

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