A/N: I'm not sure where this idea really came from, but I'm striking while the iron's hot. This will be a five part series, kind of like my last fic featuring Lita, but with my all time OTP (one true pairing), Chris Jericho/Trish Stratus. I loved these two together and I really, really missed writing them. Each part will be connected, and will chronicle their relationship, the ups and the downs and all that good stuff. I really hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. First part is high school A/U. Enjoy & leave reviews/constructive criticism.

Trish bit her lip and pulled at the hem of her skirt as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was beyond nervous for tonight's event. After three years of trying and working her ass off to be noticed, it had finally paid off. The object of her affection had finally noticed her efforts, and now Trish was being rewarded for all of her work in the form of a date with the most popular, handsome guy in the private school she attended in Ontario.

Some would say that she had been a bit overzealous with her efforts, piling on makeup and dressing in sexy clothing to get his attention. After all, there was something to be said for subtlety, right? And Trish really wasn't the kind of girl to go that far to get a guy's attention, but this wasn't just any other guy. This was a guy who blurred the lines of high school hierarchy, a guy who was the quarterback of the football team and lead performer in the choir simultaneously. He wasn't just some regular Joe.

Chris Irvine was worth all of the time Trish had spent, in her eyes. She didn't expect her friends or even her family to understand, but to her, he was more than special. She couldn't quite explain why, either, he just was. They had barely even acknowledged each other during their time at school; in fact, Trish couldn't remember Chris ever having spoken to her before her best friend, Amy, set them up, but she always made sure to say "hi" to him if their paths crossed, or flash a smile at the very least.

Trish had tried so many times to work up the courage to speak to him, but she always backed out at the last minute. What was she going to do? Run up to him and profess her undying love for him? Okay, maybe that was a bit dramatic, but seriously, was Trish really supposed to tell Chris that she had been crushing on him ever since the time he came to her 13th birthday party? He hadn't even done anything other than show up with a present and a smile. So yeah, doing that would go over real well.

Trish could feel her stomach bubbling nervously, and she took a few deep breaths to calm herself as she glanced at herself in the mirror once more. She wasn't dressed immaculately, but she thought that she looked pretty cute in a knee length miniskirt and silver, sparkly halter top. The blonde had no idea where she and Chris would be going on their date, and a part of her was actually worried that he would change his mind at the last minute and leave her hanging. If he did, she supposed she couldn't blame him.

"Be cool, Trish," she soothed. "Be cool. You can do this."

A sigh escaped from her lips as she looked at herself one more time in the mirror before grabbing her small clutch and heading downstairs. To her surprise, Chris was already waiting in the living room when she arrived, talking with her mom and sister and laughing. Trish was perplexed by how comfortable he appeared to be with her family, and a small smile came to her face as she observed the three of them. Perhaps she had been wrong in not making a move sooner, but in her defense, she had been terrified. But the Chris that was just a few feet away from her was anything but scary.

Clearing her throat, Trish walked into the room and nodded at her sisters.

"Christie, Melissa, don't scare the poor boy," she smiled widely. Her two younger sisters looked up, guilty looks on their faces, and shrugged sheepishly.

"We were just talking…" they mumbled in unison. Trish shook her head and smiled widely at Chris.

"I'm really sorry about them," she apologized. "Sometimes I wonder if they're adopted."

"No problem," Chris replied, flashing Trish a dazzling smile. "So, shall we?" He held his hand out to the blonde, laughing when he noticed that her cheeks were flushed.

"Why so nervous, Trish?" he questioned, tilting her chin up with his hand. "Isn't this what you wanted?"

More than you know, Trish thought to herself, but kept quiet. She had never thought that Chris would be standing here, in her living room, about to take her out on a date, but he was. She almost had to pinch herself to make sure that it was real, but one look into Chris' eyes told her all she needed to know: he had been just as nervous as she, but now that he'd finally gotten it together and was taking her out, that nervousness had disappeared. Trish had so many things to say to him, so many different feelings to express, but at the same time, she didn't want to hurry things along. Chris was here, now, and that was all that mattered.

Inside, she was squealing. Chris Irvine was actually interested in her. Her, Trish Stratus, practically a nobody and certainly not worth his time.

She just hoped she didn't screw it up.