Chapter 1

"BOO!"

"Jesus Christ! You scared the shit outta me!" Trish scolded him as she clutched her chest. She watched as the goofy smile spread across her best friend, John Cena's, face. He threw his head back and laughed loudly.

"You should have seen the look on your face!" John teased, still chuckling.

Trish rolled her eyes. "Very funny, jackass."

"Aw, don't be mad at me." John slid his arm around Trish's waist and squeezed her tight. He stuck is bottom lip out and batted his beautiful blue eyes at her.

Trish chuckled softly. "You're lucky Cena."

"JOHN!" A voice shouted loudly, interrupting their conversation and bringing the busy hallway to almost silence.

It was like nails on a chalkboard to Trish's ears. She didn't have to turn around to know who it was. John turned towards the direction of the voice.

"Um... Ya want to get over here where you belong? You know, with your girlfriend."

"I'll be right there babe. I'm just talking to Trish," John answered. John looked at Trish, giving her his 'sorry' eyes. "I'll talk to you later?"

Trish scoffed. "Yeah… If she lets you."

"Oh stop! I don't need it from you too."

"Better get over there before she throws a hissy fit, besides, the bell is about to ring and I gotta get to Physics class."

"Okay. I'll text you later," John called to Trish as he hurried away.

Trish closed the door to her bedroom and dropped her book bag on the floor. She sighed loudly as she plopped onto her bed. She laid back and stared at the ceiling for a few minutes, trying to clear her head before she started her homework. Just as she got comfortable, her phone went off. She dug her phone out of her pocket and looked at the screen. It was a text from John.

Hey Midget – J

She smiled at his message. John and Trish had been best friends since before kindergarten. They grew up two houses away from each other and still live in the same houses. He called her Midget for as long as she could remember and she called him Meathead. It was their 'thing.'

Hey Meathead – T

What are you up to? – J

Nothing. Getting ready to start on homework – T

Homework is for dorks! :-P – J

Ohhhh excuse me for wanting to actually make it out of high school and into college. You do realize were only 4 months from graduating, right? – T

Oh course. I cant wait to get the hell outta there! – J

She chuckled at Johns answer.

I know, you tell me all the time – T

Look I wanted to apologize about earlier – J

I seriously don't know why she hates me so much. I've never done anything to her – T

John was dating Nikki Bella, the most popular girl in their high school, and also the biggest bitch. All the guys wanted her and all the girls wanted to be her. Nikki hated Trish with a passion and Trish didn't know why. If Trish was honest with herself, she really didn't particularly like Nikki either but that was because she treated John like shit. John always waited on Nikki hand and foot. He did whatever she wanted, bought her anything she wanted, and it still was never enough for her. She always had something to bitch about when it came to him.

She doesn't hate you – J

Haha! Yeah okay. You keep tellin yourself that Meathead – T

She doesn't! She just hates everyone haha – J

Just more so me. I don't know what I ever did to her. I've been nice every time I had to talk to her – T

Don't sweat it Midget. You're my best friend, you're in my life and she'll get over it – J

Okay Meathead, I've got tons of homework to do and a paper to finish so I'll talk to ya later – T

Alright Midget. See you tomorrow – J

"Well don't we look like a sunny, happy, ray of sunshine this morning," Natalya joked as she slid into Trish's white Ford Explorer her father had bought for her as an early graduation present.

"Shut it," Trish warned with a glare.

"What wrong with you?"

Trish sighed loudly. "I was up super late last night. I had a ton of homework and a paper to finish writing last night."

"Did you finish Mrs. Fisher's crazy ridiculous paper?"

"Yeah. It took me half the night, but it's done. Did you finish it?" Trish asked.

Natalya frowned. "It's not done well, but it's done. I'd rather turn in a shitty paper than no paper at all."

Trish pulled into the parking lot of the high school and began looking for a parking spot. After a short search, she found a spot and parked. Natalya and Trish grabbed their bags and headed into the school. The hallways were bustling with loud students enjoying their freedom before the school day started. The girls made their way to their lockers to swap some books for their morning classes. As Trish was looking through her locker to ensure she had everything she needed, her locker door suddenly slammed shut on her. She jumped slightly and turned to see what happened. She was surprised when she was met by the sight of Nikki Bella.

"You had better stay away from my boyfriend," Nikki warned, pointing a finger in Trish's face. The edge to her voice was piercing. "I hate to kill your pathetic little fantasy but he's mine and that's not going to change so keep dreaming."

"What the hell are you talking about Nikki?" Trish snapped.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. You're jealous of me. You want what I have but guess what? You'll never have it!'

Trish clenched her jaw, trying to stop the venom that was threatening to spill through her lips. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I don't want your boyfriend. John is my best friend. He's been my best friend since we were kids. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less.'

"Ladies..." John's voice broke through the heated conversation. Trish and Nikki looked away from each other and towards John's voice. "I assume were getting along nicely, right?"

Nikki scoffed loudly and rolled her eyes. "Just having a little chat with her baby, that's all," she answered with a fake smile."

John shot her a look. He was clearly not buying Nikki's explanation. His eyes moved to Trish. He could see she was seething. "Tri...'

"I gotta get to home room," Trish snapped, cutting him off. She quickly spun on her heel and headed off down the hallway followed closely behind by Natalya.

John turned his attention back to Nikki. "Was that necessary?" he scolded with a frown.

"She needed to be put in her place."

"She's my best friend Nikki and you know that. F-R-I-E-N-D," John spelled out dramatically. We've been friends since we were little kids. We grew up together for Christ's sake. There's nothing going on between us so just leave it alone! I don't know how many other ways to tell you that'll get it through your head!"

Trish sat in home room tapping her pencil roughly on her Economics book. She was going over the incident with Nikki over and over again in her head. Each time making her angrier than she already was.

"You know if you keep tapping that pencil like that I'm gonna take it and chuck it out the damn window?"

Trish snapped out of her angry thoughts and focused on the boy in front of her. She frowned at him. Randy Orton, who was also one of her good friends, had twisted around in his seat to face Trish.

"What's got your panties in a knot?"

"I'm not in the mood right now Randy."

"I see that. So like I asked, what's got your panties in a damn knot?" Randy retorted sarcastically.

"Nothing. I'm fine," she answered as she subconsciously began tapping her pencil again.

Randy quickly reached out and grabbed the pencil out of Trish's hands. He promptly snapped the pencil in half and tossed it across the room into the trash can.

"Seriously Randy?"

Randy shrugged as a cocky smile spread across his lips. "Hey, at least I warned ya first. I don't usually give warnings. You have to admit, that was a nice shot though... Nothin but net."

Trish chuckled softly at Randy. "So conceited."

"I know," Randy answered with another cocky smile. "So let's go... Out with it... What's your problem?"

Trish scoffed. "What's my problem? Nikki... Nikki Bella is my problem."

Randy nodded with a knowing smile. "She's still giving you problems?"

"Ugh... Yeah... I don't know what her issue is. We're friends... We've been friends since we were kids..."

"What did she do now?" Randy pressed.

"I was at my locker with Nattie this morning getting some stuff out and all the sudden my locker slammed shut. I turn around and there she is with this look of pure hate on her stuck up, snobby, face. Then she opens her mouth and it all goes downhill from there."

"Did ya hit her?" Randy joked with a grin.

Trish chuckled. "No I didn't hit her."

"She should have!" Natalya interjected.

"Damn!"

"She starts running her mouth to me about 'stay away from my boyfriend,' yadda yadda yadda with her finger pointed in my face..."

"Where was John?" Randy questioned.

"He walked up before we really had it out," Trish answered.

"And what did John have to say?"

"I don't know. I walked away before I snapped out," Trish answered, bluntly. "I don't know why she can't just get it through her thick skull. We're best friends. That's it. We've been for years. There's nothing romantic between John and I... There never was..."

"Did you ever think she feels threatened by you?" Randy posed.

Trish stopped for a moment and thought about what Randy had just said. "Why the hell would she feel threatened by me? She's the prettiest girl in this entire high school. It's the prettiest girl most handsome guy in school relationship. I'm just... Me."

"Maybe because she knows you know John better than anyone... Better than her and John and you two have a bond that she'll never have with him."

"But it's nothing romantic..."

Just then the bell sounded, signaling the end of home room. All the students began to get up and head towards the door for their first period classes. Randy waited patiently as Trish gathered up her things.

"I'm gonna run. Mr. Moser will have my head if I'm late again," Natalya called to Trish as she rushed towards the door.

"Okay Nattie. See you in third period," Trish called back.

Randy gestured for Trish to go first. "Come on, I'll walk you to first period."

Trish smiled. "You're such a gentleman."

"I know, I can't help myself," Randy retorted as his trademark cocky grin spread across his lips yet again. He slid his arms around Trish's shoulders as they headed to the B wing of school. Trish had first period French and Randy's first period German class was directly across the hall. "Don't let her get to ya, Smalls. She'll get over it," he reassured her, giving her a gentle squeeze.

"Thanks Randy, I needed that," sliding her arms around his waist and giving him a squeeze back.

"Anytime Smalls. I'll see you after class."

Trish continued on her way into French class and took her seat. Her teacher, Madame Heller, promptly began handing out tests as soon as the bell rung.

"Les étudiants, vous avez toute la période pour compléter ce test. Rappelez-vous, il compte que la moitié de votre note. Placez-le sur mon bureau lorsque vous avez terminé et absolument pas parler."(Students, you have the entire period to complete this test. Remember, it counts as half of your grade. Place it on my desk when you're done and absolutely no talking.)

About fifteen minutes into class, Trish could hear her phone vibrate in her bag on the floor. She decided to ignore it and continued her test. Five minutes later she could hear her phone vibrating again, then again, and again. Trish nervously shifted her eyes to Madame Heller, She was sure Madame Heller had heard her phone because she heard everything. Trish watched Madame Heller who continued to read her book at her desk. Trish slowly reached down and unzipped the pocket of her bag and pulled out her phone. She carefully sat back up and hid her phone under her desk as she hit the power button to see who was calling her. Her phone lit up and it read '4 New Messages.' She opened her message box and there were four messages from John.

Hey – J

Hello? – J

Why aren't you answering me? – J

I take it you're mad at me? – J

Trish sighed softly and rolled her eyes.

Can't talk, taking a test – T

Trish slid her phone back into her bag and went back to taking her test. After a few seconds she could hear her phone vibrating again. She shook her head and ignored it. Then it vibrated again.

"Je sais que je n'ai pas entendu le téléphone de quelqu'un d'aller hors de ma classe," Madame Heller warned, looking up from her book. (I know I don't hear someone's phone going off in my class.)

Trish waited for Madame Heller to go back to her book and slowly reached down and pulled her phone out again.

I need to talk to you – J

About what? – T

This morning – J

There's nothing to say – T

Yes there is – J

I gotta go – T

Trish turned her phone off, dropped it back into her bag, and went back to concentrating on her test. Her mind kept straying from her test and back to the incident from the morning and what John wanted to talk about. She struggled to finish her test and just finished by the bell. Trish got up and walked up to Madame Heller's desk to turn her test in.

"Trish, je suis surpris que vous. Il ne vous faut une période complète pour effectuer un test," Madame Heller questioned. (Trish, I'm surprised at you. It never takes you a full period to complete a test.)

"Je suis désolé madame Heller. J'ai beaucoup sur mon esprit. Passez une bonne journée," Trish apologized. (I'm sorry Madame Heller. I've got a lot on my mind. Have a good day.)

"Obtenez votre tête droite. Tu es mon meilleur élève. Rendez-vous à la chère du matin." (Get your head straight. You're my best student. See you in the morning dear.)

Trish headed out the door where Randy was waiting for her.

"How'd you do Smalls?" Randy asked with a smile. "Like I even have to ask. You aced it like always."

"I dunno. I think I bombed it," Trish answered with a frown.

Randy looked at Trish with a confused look. "You think you bombed? I've never in the four years I've known you heard you say that before."

"John was texting me. He said he wants to talk but I don't really want to talk about it again. Maybe it would be better if he and I weren't friends?"

"Are you serious?" Randy asked, shocked. "You two have been friends since diapers. You two are best friends. Why in the hell would you say that?"

"He shouldn't have to put up with the shit he does. Nikki already treats him like shit and being friends with me is just adding to the problem. She starts shit with me, he feels bad and apologizes to me, and then she starts fighting with him. It's a vicious circle. She'll never like me and she'll never accept us being friends."

AN: Thanks for reading! Hope you guys like this one! Reviews are very much appreciated!