Life in the Hills 2
-Chapter 1
"Back in West Beverly'
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It was like Yesterday, she was a student there. It was really Nine years ago, that the West Beverly Class of 2009 graduated. The Blonde Bombshell was returning to her Former High School only for a New Job she was offered. The Guidance Counselor. It was her time to give the 'lovely' students of West Beverly, some guidance. Make sure they avoid everything bad and stay on the bright path to success. Oh, She was certainly going to have fun with this. It was going to be an Adventure she would never forget. It was going to be just like her old high school days, minus her friends and plus some four hundred brats at her feet.
Of Course, her look was professional. It was a Ruffle color block dress, with her Bright blonde pulled back into a ponytail. I mean, your suppose to give guidance dressed in something supplicated. Nothing Trashy like a Tube Top, that says 'Wanna get Dirty?' Oh No. She's a twenty Seven year old Woman. She's Classy, Not Trashy. With a Coach bag slugged over her Shoulder and a box of belongings in hand, she entered the School. Bright Smile on, just like a teacher.
Walking through the bright blue door, She felt as if she was really a student. With the Blue Lockers against the Yellow Painted walls and a Huge Wildcat's sign over them. It brought back Memories. Times like when she would walk down in her cheerleading outfit, doing a few chants or Gossiping about the news around school. Practically Anything. The Students hadn't filled the hallways yet. It was only a quarter to eight, and there was only a few students around. After All, It was the first day. The students were probably recovering from a nice Summer Vacation.
Her heels stomped down the halls, walking to her New Office. Confidently walking down the hall, she saw a brown door. Her name Plaque was there, reading her beautiful name; 'Ms. Stratus' Ah, Ms. Stratus. This kids now had to call her by her Last name. Trish felt respected at hearing Ms. Stratus. She couldn't help but feel in control of all those brats… I mean, students here. This was going to be a Hell of a Ride. More like a Huge roller coaster, but she decides the route of it.
A Brunette leaned against the Door, with a Confident Pose on. Her professional look consisted of a Black suit, along with a white shirt and black heels. She looked like a Million bucks and certainly had a million bucks. That ring on her finger, certainly cost more than Trish's life. In Fact, Probably her existence. A smile Plastered on her face, She waved to Trish.
"It is my newest Guidance Counselor!" Announced the Brunette, giving Trish a Huge Hug.
"Principal McMahon, Trish Stratus here for duty!" Trish stepped back, doing a little salute to the youngest McMahon.
"Trish, You can call me Stephanie. I really don't care." Stephanie McMahon smiled.
Stephanie McMahon was following in the footsteps of her Father, by becoming the Newest Principal of West Beverly High. She was as tough as nails and smart, just like Albert Einstein. No one would walk over her. With a Harvard Education, what would you expect. She personified the words Strong, Beautiful and Smart. You bet that Stephanie was going to straighten this kids out. I mean, they are tiny terrors but Stephanie will definitely not tolerate that crap, at all.
"Okay, Fine." Trish smiled. "I can't believe I'm here. Back in West Beverly."
"I still can't believe My father gave me the job." Exclaimed the New Principal. "I had to fight tooth and nail for this job."
Trish chuckled before speaking, "Daddy McMahon wasn't going to give up easily."
"Took the words right out of my mouth. He really needed to step down. He had been here for almost twenty five years. He needed to relax and take some time for himself." Revealed Stephanie.
"It's time he relaxed. If I remember correctly, Kids would make him pull his hair out." Trish joked, making Stephanie giggle.
"Well, He's home now. Enjoying the Retirement life, I guess."
Trish couldn't help but notice the size of the rock on Stephanie's finger. She took a hold of her hand, staring at the shining diamond. "Jesus Christ, Steph! Who's the lucky Guy?"
Stephanie blushed lightly. "I didn't tell you? I'm engaged!"
"Oh My god! Congratulations! Who's the man Stephanie?" Kindly asked Trish.
"You don't know him but I'll be sure to introduce you to him. His name is Paul Levesque. We meet in College and we've been dating On and off for a while." Stephanie revealed. "And over the Summer, he moved here and he proposed. So, I'm getting Married Nex year!"
"Oh My God! That is amazing to hear. I'm so Happy for you." Trish conveyed giving her another hug. "I bet you two are going to be very happy."
"I sure hope so." Stephanie bit her lip. "What about you? Aren't you married?"
"Uh, Not anymore." Trish hated the topic of talking about her failed Marriage. She was ashamed off what had happened, never wanting to talk about it. "It's a Long Story."
It truly was a long story.
Five years Ago
The City of Lights. The City that is always awake. It was none other than Las Vegas! One of the Party Capitals of the World. Sin City was a Place of non-stop Partying. Anything Happens in Vegas. You know that saying; 'What happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas'? Well, that's not one hundred percent true. You should Just ask The two newly Graduates, Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus.
"Do you Chris Jericho, Take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in the state of matrimony ; to love, honor and comfort her and keep her in sickness and in health and forsaking other's as you both shall live?" The Pastor said.
He looked a bit odd. He was dressed as Elvis. But then again your in Vegas and anything could happen. Chris nor Trish really noticed. They were king of, Drunk, you can say.
"I do, do, do, do!" Chris announced. The alcohol in his Breath and his ability to not stand on his two feet, clearly told everyone, Chris Jericho is Intoxicated.
"Do you Trish Stratus, Take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in the state of matrimony ; to love, honor and comfort her and keep her in sickness and in health and forsaking other's as you both shall live?
"Oh, Yes. I do!!" Shouted Trish. Just like Chris, Trish wasn't all there. Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the drunk Trish Stratus!
"Here are the rings." The Pastor handed each of the rings, with little dice on them.
Chris placed it on Trish's ring Finger and Trish placed it on Chris's Finger. The Pastor smiled and said his final words, "By the Power invested in me, From the Viva Las Vegas Chapel and Of the State Nevada. I now, Pronounce you, Husband and Wife. You may kiss the Bride!"
The Wedding Music Played as The Bride and Groom, had there first Kiss as Husband and Wife. "Congratulations you too! Tell your friends to come."
The Pastor left as Chris and Trish stood their, looking at each other. "I'm Mr. Stratus!"
"And I'm Mrs. Jericho!" Trish cheered. "How are we going to celebrate this?!"
"DRINKS!"
"Chris." She groaned. "We spent the past few hours drinking. Don't you think we should do something else?"
"What do you have in mind?" He winked at her, causing her to giggle.
"You'll see." Trish dragged him out of the Chapel, into the Light of Las Vegas. What a Crazy Night it was and will continue to be crazy.
"Okay, I won't ask anything." Stephanie said. "Let's go see your new office."
Stephanie and Trish walked into Trish's new Office. A class room, with a beautiful view of the courtyard, where many students would hang out and relax. Her Desk had her little name plate, saying Ms. Trish Stratus. It felt so surreal that now she was once the student but is now the one the student has to listen to. Trish placed her box on the desk, full of her personal belongings.
"Well, you are ready to decorate your office?" Sarcastically spoke the Newest Principal of West Beverly.
"Yeah, Its mainly a few picture frames."
Stephanie looked through the box, seeing pictures of a Blonde hair Boy. He looked very similar to Trish, so that meant only one thing. Trish had a son. "Trish, you never said you had a son?"
"I didn't?"
"No, Never. He looks so adorable." Stephanie examined the picture, with the Little boy playing with a Beagle. It was like a Kodak Moment. "He looks a lot like you."
"Really? A lot of them say Evan looks like his Dad." She let out a smile, unpacking the rest of her belongings.
"He has a little of you in his face." Stephanie complimented. "How old is he?"
"He's Three. He grew up so fast."
"They all do." Stephanie admitted. "Even though I don't have one, I just know it."
"It was like Yesterday, I remember the Day he was born.."
Three years ago
"ARRGGGHHH!" Shouted the Blonde. She was down, laying on a Hospital Bed. She was in Pain. A lot of Pain. Child birth isn't easy. . It's not Pretty. Though she still had support from her husband, who was holding her hand, pushing with all her might.
"You need to Push!" The doctor shouted.
"I'm trying!" Trish shouted as she started to Push. "Arggh!"
"Come on Trish. You can do it." Chris tried his best, to keep her going. "I know you can."
"Chris, It's like Pushing a Car out of my Vagina!" Trish shouted, squeezing his hand even more.
"Ouch!"
"I see the head. Keep Pushing!" The doctor acknowledged.
"ARRGHHH!" Trish pushed once more, until all she could hear, was nothing but a Baby's cry. She did it. Letting out a few deep breaths, she placed her head back, resting. After being in Labor for a few hours, it really takes a toll out on a woman. Chris looked over as the Doctor presented them there baby. Though it was covered in Blood and Goo, the Baby looked amazing.
"Congratulations. It's a boy." The Doctor announced.
"Trish, did you hear that. It's a boy!" Chris said, looking at his wife. She was totally worn out. "I'm actually a Dad."
"You want to cut the cord?" The Doctored asked Chris.
"Sure." Chris took the medical scissors, cutting his Baby's boys Cord. It felt as if it was a life changing moment.
"We'll get him washed up." The Nurse said, as she took the baby to get it cleaned up, to give to his Parents.
"Where's the baby?" Trish asked. "I want to see him."
Chris lightly brushed The top of Trish's head, looking into her eyes. "He's fine. They are just going to clean him up and make sure everything is okay. That's all."
"I can't believe I did it." Trish said. "And let me tell you this. Don't expect another kid anytime soon. Labor is a Bitch."
Chris Laughed. "What if I said I wanted another kid?"
"You can go Adopt because I am not going through that pain again." Trish sighed. "I wish you were pregnant, so you know what it feels like."
"Thank God didn't give me or any men Vaginas." Chris joked.
"Here's your son. He's all cleaned up and wrapped in this nice little blue blanket." The Nurse handed Trish the Baby. He laid in her arms as Trish looked at him. His big Green eyes stood out and he even had small hair on his head already.
"He's so small."
"He's so cute." Trish said. "He's adorable."
"Have you guys thought of a name?" The Nurse asked.
"Well, We never talked about it a lot. We always said we would decide today and I've been thinking and I'd like to name him after my Dad, Evan. If that's okay with you?" Chris asked Trish.
"I like Evan. How about Evan Alexander Jericho?" Trish said. "I always loved the name Alexander, so can we make it the middle name?"
"Perfect." Chris said.
"So Evan Alexander Jericho? Is that his name?"
"Yes." They said in unison.
"He looks like you." Trish said. "He has your eyes."
"He has your nose too." Chris said. "I can't believe we are parents. I'm a Dad and You're a Mom. It feels so different."
"I couldn't be anymore happier." The new Mother revealed. "We are a Family now." Chris leaned in to Trish, giving her a Kiss right on her forehead as the two continued to look at their new baby boy. The newest Jericho was in Town. This Family was feeling much more completed. It was a once in a lifetime feeling. How lucky are they to be blessed with such a beautiful baby? Not everyone is lucky. The couple laid there with their son, happy as can be. Nothing could ruin a special moment like this.
"And Now he's three." Spoke Trish. "I can't believe it. Sometimes I wished he was still a little baby."
"All mother wish that at some point." Stephanie admitted.
Trish placed the picture right on her desk, this way she would always have a great view of it. "Perfect. Every time I scold a student now, I'll just look at the picture to calm me down."
The Principal Laughed. "I think your going to be doing a lot of that."
"Well, That's my job. Tell kids what to do and if it means yelling at them, then let it be." Trish shrugged her shoulders, as she took a seat in her huge chair.
"I'll leave you now. If you have any problems just let me know and I'll help." Stephanie offered. "I'll see you later."
"Bye Steph!" Trish said once more, right Before Stephanie exited her Office.
Trish looked at her Desk, knowing a lot of work will have to be done with this Job. There's so many students here and keeping track of them won't be fun. It will be a challenge. A challenge she is willing to face. That is what Life consists about. Facing The Challenges, going through the bumps and coming out of it as a more of a strong and confident human being.
Just as Trish was about to start some paperwork, a Knock came to the door. "Come in."
The Door opened and it was Chris and their Son, Evan coming through. "Mommy!" Evan ran to Trish's chair. She jumped on top of her giving her a big hug.
"Hey Baby, You came to visit mommy on her first day?" Trish asked as he nodded. "You like mommy's new office?"
"Yeah!"
"Not bad Trish, Not Bad. Didn't know West Beverly cared this much for there employees." Chris joked around.
Chris hadn't changed much. He looked taller but still had his short blonde hair, with the front up. He had some facial hair too, while wearing his Jeans, sneakers, t-shirt and leather Jacket. He looked like a Little Biker in it. Chris's personality hadn't change much either. He was still goofy and funny, Just like during the West Beverly Days.
"Oh shut up Chris."
Both of them felt odd looking at Each other. The situation they were in was a bit complicated. You see, the Two are divorced. They have been for quite some time. This whole thing started two years ago…
Two years ago
Trish just Place Evan to sleep after what was a long day. The two were going all over the place and she finally got Evan to go to sleep, after so long. She placed a soft kiss on his forehead and quietly exited the room, trying not to wake him. Exiting the room, Chris entered there small home, located in Beverly Hills. The Family just moved in a few months ago. Trish glared at Chris, wondering where he had been.
"Where have you been?" Asked Trish. "I've been worried sick about you!"
"I just went out and I'm fine. No need to worry." Chris shrugged his shoulders as he reached into the Refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of water. "What have you been up to?"
"Oh, Nothing. Just trying to put our son to sleep." Trish started to clean up the living room as Chris sipped on his water. "That's what I've been doing every night since you just disappear."
"I don't disappear." He denied. "I just want to enjoy myself."
"And you think I don't want too?" Trish was like a Volcano. She was about to explode at any second now. She refused to be walked on.
"You do. You get to be with our son and spend time with him." He sipped on his water. "Mom's love that."
"Of course Mom's love that. But we need some time too." Trish scolded.
"Whatever."
"Don't 'Whatever' me. I do so much for this Family and all you do is go to work, then go out with your friends, come home and continue to do nothing."
"I do plenty!" Fired Back Chris. "I bring Money home for this Family. I support it"
"So do I! I cook, Clean and watch the Baby. I do so much and all you do is come home and go to bed." Trish yelled. "That's all you do and you know it."
Trish stopped what she was doing as Tears appeared in her eyes. She slowly began to cry. With all this stress, she needed to let it out somehow and through tears was the only way. Chris looked over, seeing his Wife. She was hurt. He embraced her and tried his best to comfort him. "I'm sorry Trish. Your right. I need to be more with this family."
Trish cried on his shoulder until she noticed a odd smell. She sniffed his jacket, knowing it was perfume. It was a woman's perfume and it wasn't hers. She immediately pushed him away, giving him an awful Glare. "Get away from me."
Chris acted Confused. "Trish, What are you talking about?"
"Why does your jacket smell like Perfume? It's not even my perfume."
"Trish, What are you talking about?" Chris was trying to play this whole thing off.
"Chris, Answer the Question."
"Trish, I-"
"Chris, Answer the Fucking Question!"
Chris was backed into a corner. He needed to say something before Trish blew up. "Trish, I just misplaced my jacket and I don't know what had happened to it."
"You were with another Woman weren't you?" Trish asked. "Weren't you?"
"Trish, Of course not."
"You were with another woman, while your wife and son were here."
"No, That's not it."
"That explains why you go out so Much. Actually, Every night. I stay home to take care of your son while You Fuck some Bitch, every night. You're a Cheater!" Trish accused. "You Bastard!!"
"No, I didn't.."
"Just Leave. I want nothing to do with you. What we had. Well, It's OVER!" Trish yelled one last time, before she went back into her room, shutting the door. She leaned against the door, slowly crying. This wasn't suppose to happen. There Happily ever After never came.
A few Days later and Trish asked for a Divorce. The whole process took a Long time but it became official. She was once again Trish Stratus. Not a Jericho. With the whole divorce, Trish and Chris share custody. Now, Chris would have him during the day with him working at a Bar at Night. The two managed to Balance the whole thing out.
"He really wanted to see his Mom in action Today." Chris revealed. "So I promised him that."
"What a Way to start the first day of work." Trish let out a smile. "I hope he's okay and everything."
"He's not a problem. I love spending time with him, right kiddo?" Chris rubbed his head.
"Yeah! It's a lot of fun Mommy." Evan said with a bright smile. Though this Divorce did separate the two, it brought Chris and his Son, Much closer than ever. Evan hadn't been this happy in such a long time and Trish couldn't be happier to see her son, like this. With his Father, like it always should have been. Trish just wished maybe they could get back together one day and be the Family, but she didn't know how Chris felt and didn't exactly know if it was the right choice. Chris on the other hand, He wanted to be with Trish.
It's All he Wanted.
A/N: Back with the sequel! So what did you all think? For the next five chapters, expect this format, with the flashbacks and getting you back up to date with everyone. Chapter six, is where everything will start once again. I hope you all are enjoying it. Remember to REVIEW! Thanks again for reading.
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