A/N: Update! New chapter for you guys. First of all, can I say thank you to everyone who reviewed my first chapter. I was truly blown away by the level of response I had. I'm thrilled that you guys are still enjoying my little saga, and I hope that you will love 'Impossible Princess' as much as I do. I'm glad that you also like the direction I've taken in it. The drama? Well, you all know we well enough now to expect it! And there's more to come! Mwahaha!
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Riley grinned ruefully as she sipped on the diet coke she held in her hand. It was ten forty-five at night, and the part at Jeremy's house was already in full swing.
It seemed students from across the state had heard about the party and had decided to crash the party. In truth, Riley was sure she didn't recognise the majority of people. But that didn't matter. This wasn't her party, so she wouldn't have to concern herself with the issues of party crashers. She could just enjoy herself with her close circle of friends.
That seemed to be a particularly difficult task this evening. Despite the fact that she had spent the best part of the afternoon with her father, which always made her ecstatic, she was still seething at her mother. It seemed to Riley, that no matter what she did, her mother was determined to destroy every ounce of credibility that she had with her peers. Showing up at school out of the blue to pick her up was unacceptable, even if it was to take her to see her father. She could have had the decency to call ahead first.
Riley could feel her cheeks flushing at the memory of her mother interrupting her kiss with Jeremy. Silently vowing to get some form of revenge, Riley looked up to see the boy in question approaching. Navigating his way through the people clustering throughout his house, he grinned as he found Riley. As always, he looked sexy as hell in a loose fitting pair of jeans a red polo tee-shirt. His arms were toned and tanned to perfection. They were probably Riley's favourite feature on her boyfriend. The way his large arms could just wrap themselves around her and make her feel the world didn't matter as long as she was between them was magical.
More than once recently, Riley had found herself what it would feel like to be in Jeremy's arms in an all together different setting. She was a growing woman, and of course her thoughts were bound to stray towards the sexual at some point. She had accepted this, but it still didn't mean that she didn't feel guilty about it. And as much as she maintained that she was determined to remain a virgin until she found 'the one', Riley couldn't help but day dream about making love to Jeremy. She had shared everything else with him, why couldn't she give herself to him physically?
It wasn't as though he pressured her, nor that she really didn't want to jump his bones. Everyone wanted to screw Jeremy. He was easily sex on legs, and Riley was aware that he could have his pick of any girl he wanted. But for some reason, Riley had yet to take the plunge and finally complete the act. It was a big step after all. She knew that once she did, there would be no way to take it back. The idea of regretting losing her virginity plagued her more than she liked. And some part of her wasn't sure why she imagined herself regretting sleeping with Jeremy. Was she truly in love with him? Of course I am. What a stupid question.
Sighing at her own self-doubt, Riley realised this clearly wasn't the time to dwell on such things as her boyfriend approached. Dropping into the spare seat on the couch next to her, his arm found a natural place around her shoulders. Butterflies danced around inside her stomach as she felt his bicep flex between her shoulder blades as he held her close. No-one else made her feel the way he did. No-one else could.
Kissing her temple, Jeremy slurped at the beer he held in his hand. Across from the pair was sat Melody. As was custom with the girl, she had brought her very own stash of alcohol with her, the idea of drinking beer from a single source 'like the rest of the teenage rabble' was her idea of hell. Melody was currently enjoying a cocktail she had created for herself. And in true Melody fashion, she was already checking out the party for potential male talent. After all, being as hot as she clearly was, it would be a crime to go home without someone on her arm.
Looking over at Riley and Jeremy, Melody could help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Of course she could have any man she wanted. Everyone knew she could, and she quite often did. What everyone didn't know was that Melody secretly craved the kind of closeness that Riley and Jeremy had. She wanted someone to care about her the way those two cared about each other. There was something to be said about having the same person to come to every night. Not that Melody knew. She'd never kept a boyfriend for longer than two months. And it was all her own doing. They never broke up with her; it was always her running a mile.
For someone who craved a relationship, she had an uncanny knack of running away from them like her life depended on it. Sighing dejectedly, she leaned back in her chair and studied the pair with a lazy interest.
"Hey baby. You having a good time?" Jeremy squeezed Riley's shoulders gently, as she turned to face him.
"This music is dire, but I'm good." Riley smiled, letting her free hand fall to rest on his thigh. She was actually in a fairly bad mood, and the fact the music was some hip-hop rubbish didn't help matters. Knowing this was her boyfriend's party, she was desperate to appear upbeat and happy. But it just wasn't happening tonight. "I'm just still really pissed at my Mom for earlier."
Across from the couple, Melody rolled her eyes. "Come on Riley. Give the woman a break. That was hardly the most embarrassing thing your mother has ever done. Besides, she took you to see your Dad. That's cool, right?"
Jeremy nodded enthusiastically, but Riley was still unconvinced. "She pulls this crap all the time. It had less to do with seeing my Dad as it did her checking up on me. I swear she is a one-woman reputation wrecking crew. It was mortifying. Can you imagine if someone like Savannah had seen her? I would never live that scene down."
"Still, you got to see your Dad right? In the same room as your Mom? That's got to be progress." Melody smiled encouragingly at Riley.
"Yeah, but they barely said two words to each other all afternoon. Mom sat there with a face like thunder and Dad couldn't even meet her eyes. Something is going on there. Why they think I don't know is beyond me." Riley shrugged her shoulders. She had dreamed for a long time about her parents getting back together. But if today's debacle was anything to go, she was dreaming in vein.
"Don't worry about it," Jeremy soothed, "your Mom is cool. And so is your Dad. They'll work things out. I'm sure of it." Jeremy kissed Riley's temple tenderly. "And try not to be so hard on your Mom. She isn't as un-cool as you like to make out she is. She could have turned up to school today in a trash bag and still be the greatest Mom ever. Be thankful you're the daughter of Trish Orton and not someone else."
"Dude, you saw Mrs. Orton?" The three turned to face the oncoming force of nature that was Jared Wells. Standing at a little over six-foot, with sandy blonde hair, he was Jeremy's best friend. It was always amusing to Riley that the four were friends. If anything, they were all the version of each other in the opposite sex. Where Jeremy and Riley were attractive but not in an overtly stunning way, Jared and Melody easily had careers as models if they so wished to pursue it. As it was, as much as Riley and Jeremy were in a solid relationship, Jared and Melody remained 'friends with benefits'. They happily acted as other's bed buddy should the situation call for it.
Dropping onto the arm of Melody's chair, the brunette grimaced as she moved herself from out of his way. He was quite inebriated by the seems, if the sloppy yet beaming smile was anything to go by.
Jeremy nodded that he had seen Trish, already fearful of what was coming. Jared grinned lazily. "Oh man. She is totally fine. I would so love to hit that shit all night long. I bet I could give that woman some real Stratusfaction." Almost toppling from the edge of the chair, Jared made vague thrusting motions with his hips.
"Dude," Riley squeaked in indignance. "That is my mother you are talking about!"
"Sorry Riley, but your Mom is totally fine. Like really." Jared licked his lips as his eyes seemed to space out. Lost in a vision of a naked Trish Orton flat on her back with her legs in the air, he chuckled to himself. Coming back to his senses, he grinned wildly at Jeremy. "Man, she is a total MILF!"
"Jared!" Melody whined, landing a well aimed slap across his leg. Even though Trish wasn't her own mother, she certainly didn't need to hear some pubescent fantasy about her best friend's mother.
Shrugging his shoulders, Jared was clearly oblivious. "What? It's true. Even Jeremy thinks so." Melody's eye brow arched as Riley turned to face her reddening boyfriend. "Like totally. He said that time we went to Riley's house for a pool party last summer and Mrs. O was wearing yellow summer dress? He told me all about how he wanted to bend her over the diving board, and rip her panties off with his teeth so he could -…"
Jared voice came out as a strangled whimper as Jeremy hurled a cushion directly into his face, effectively cutting off the admission. Knocked off balance, Jared collapsed into a heap on the ground behind Melody's chair. Melody snorted with laughter, as Riley folded her arms across her chest. "You'd like to bend my Mom over and do what exactly, Jeremy?"
"Nothing babe." Jeremy smirked weakly, colour burning brightly in the rounds of his cheeks. Was there anything more embarrassing that your girlfriend knowing you had fantasised about her mother? "Jared was just being a dick. You know how he is."
"Oh I know how the pair of you have an unnatural obsession with my mother." Riley stated, standing up from the chair. "I think I need to get some fresh air from all this testosterone. Don't say anything nauseating about my Mom while I'm gone now, will you?"
"We won't," Jared groaned as he finally righted himself. "You know Riley, you should take it as a complement that a lot of guys in school find your Mom totally hot. Like, statistically speaking? She's gotta be in the spank-bank of at least ninety per cent of the -…"
Jared yelped as Riley smacked the back of his head as she passed him. Melody continued to chuckle as Jeremy dived at his friend, getting him in a headlock with ease. Shaking her head, Riley carefully eased her way passed several drunken teens dancing wildly in the room. Smiling at some that she recognised, she took a detour towards the kitchen as she saw the queue for the bathroom stretching endlessly. So much for that idea. Knowing the house like she did, Riley planned on using the kitchen door to get to the pool house and use the bathroom there. Anything to get away from the disturbing mental image of Jeremy and her mother.
The kitchen was fairly empty by comparison to the rest of the house. The sound of the music and strands of conversations filtered in but nothing was entirely clear. Glad of the reprieve, Riley leant against the island in the centre of the kitchen. Deciding the bathroom could wait, she moved around the island to reach the top cupboard. Pulling the wooden door back, Riley removed Jeremy's stash of potato chips. Ripping the bag open, she emptied them into a nearby bowl. Munching away, she only became aware of the other person in the room as she nearly tripped over them.
He had been bending down to get into the bottom drawer of the freezer, and swore in response to Riley's foot being inserted into his kidney. Managing to keep her bowl of chips stable, Riley stepped back as whoever it was stood to their full height.
"Lucas!"
Shrieking with delight, Riley dropped the bowl onto the work surface and hugged her friend closer to her. Lucas Cena smiled as he recognised Riley, squeezing her petit body closer to him. "What's up Orton?"
Lucas Cena was the first born son of professional wrestler John Cena and Candice Michelle. The same age as Riley, there were in fact only nine months separating the pair. He was every inch his father's son. His broad shoulders and sculpted muscles were visible through the taut black tee-shirt stretched over his body. He had the same masculine jaw-line, as well as a pair of bright blue eyes. He had been one of Riley's first crushes, despite the fact they had been friends since they were old enough to walk.
"I didn't know you were coming tonight! Hell, I didn't even know you were in town." Riley giggled. "It's great to see you."
"You too," Lucas grinned, retrieving the packet of ice he had left on the ground. "I'm here with you Dad. OVW is in town this weekend, they're holding try-outs. Your Dad is heading up this one." Riley nodded, realising that made sense to her father's presence here in LA. "A couple of the guys heard about the party, and so we decided to head over. I was hoping you'd be here, I ain't seen you in ages girl."
Riley smiled warmly. "I know. It's been too long." Picking up on what Lucas has said, Riley couldn't resist questioning him further. "You guys are here holding try-outs?" Lucas nodded. "When?"
"Next weekend and the following week on Wednesday through Friday." Lucas arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued at Riley's interest in detail.
Riley nodded, as though it had been a random thought and nothing more. Secretly, she knew full well it had been anything but innocent as the excitement bubbled wildly inside her. Maybe now she would finally have her chance to get into the wrestling industry. But that was nothing for Lucas to be concerned about. Deciding a topic change would be appropriate to not let on any more, Riley moved onto a familiar subject. "Is Maisy in town with you too?"
Madison 'Maisy' Cena was the younger sister of Lucas and long-time friend of Riley. The two girls had been close growing up, and maintained their friendship despite the distance of living hundreds of miles away from one another.
"No," Lucas admitted. "She's back home with Mom. You should come visit us. I know she's dying to see you."
Riley nodded, snatching a potato chip out of the bowl. "I miss her too. I'll call her on the weekend." Lucas nodded, finding the bottle of beer he had placed on the counter.
"Did you hear I got called up to WWE?" Lucas grinned at Riley's reaction.
"Seriously?" She squealed, unable to believe her ears.
"Seriously. I got the call two weeks ago. I've going to finish the month up with OVW, and then I'm heading up to SmackDown. It is freakin' awesome news." Lucas beamed with pride at finally being able to move from the WWE's training facility to the big leagues and nationally televised broadcasts.
"I'm so happy for you Lucas." Riley smiled warmly, re-attaching her arms around his neck to hug his body close to hers again. "I bet your Dad is thrilled to hear you're finally taking the big step."
"He is." He smiled proudly, the hint of a blush colouring his cheeks at the knowledge that his father had gotten all misty eyed when he'd found out his son had made it to the premier level of the company. "And what about you Orton? When are you going to get your cute little butt to OVW and get into the business?"
Riley sighed, the chip she was about to eat resting inches away from her mouth. This was a sore subject for her, despite her secret ambitions. "Have you met my mother Lucas? Let's not even go there."
"She still stopping you from applying to join the company?" Lucas asked with as much sympathy as he could muster. It was no secret between the friends that Trish Orton had flat-out refused to allow her daughter to sign up to a professional wrestling training promotion. It had led to numerous screaming matched between mother and daughter. The outcome had always been the same. Riley was forbidden from joining any wrestling organisation.
"Yeah. Last time OVW was in town? I was basically under house-arrest until they moved on. She just will not even consider it. And it pisses me off. Who is she to run my life and tell me what I can and can't do with my future? I swear she doesn't even stop to think that maybe that's what I want out of my life. To be a wrestler." Riley sighed again, this time moving her shoulders animatedly. Her dreams of becoming a wrestler were the biggest bone of contention between herself and her mother.
"What does your Dad say?" Lucas enquired, reasoning that as her father was still involved with the company, he might be more open to the idea of his daughter joining. Randy had often joked with Lucas's father that Riley could perform a decent headlock long before she could walk properly.
"Doesn't say a word on it. I barely see him as it is, so any time we do share is not really taken up with my Mom's stubborn attitude. He can't support me any less than the regime of my Mom at any rate." Riley chewed thoughtfully on another potato chip. "I don't see what her problem is. She was a wrestler, Dad still is. The business is in my family. I could be a forth generation superstar! I just wish she'd listen to me and to what I want for a change. Just for once. Maybe then she'd have a clue about who I am."
Lucas chuckled warmly. Placing his arm around Riley's shoulder, he hugged her closer. "She'll come around Orton. I know it. I mean you're wicked talented. Didn't you beat half the guys on your school's wrestling team before they stopped you from competing against them?"
Riley grinned at the memory. The faculty had said that they were merely trying to protect her from being hurt by boys twice her size. Riley knew the only reason why they had stopped her was because she besting all their champions in the state league. She was a gifted wrestler, and everyone knew it. Everyone it seemed, accept Trish. "Oh you know it Cena. In fact, I bet I can kick your ass from here all the way back to West Newbury."
"Is that a fact?" Lucas's eyebrow arched onto his forehead. Never one to back down from a challenge, he carefully placed the glass beer bottle down on the surface. Standing to his full height, he easily towered over Riley as he grinned mischievously.
"You know it bitch." Riley smirked. Inclining her head upwards, she easily adopted the cocky attitude her father had perfected over the years. "You're looking at the new Legend Killer Cena."
Lucas chuckled warmly as he captured Riley in a bear hug. "You'd better work on your Mom and get your ass to OVW girl. It's on."
Relaxing back onto Jeremy's bed, Riley sighed. Her eyes were focused on the ceiling above as Jeremy contented himself with tracing circles over his girlfriend's stomach. The party had ended an entire hour after Riley's curfew, and she still hadn't even thought about going home yet. Getting close to two in the morning, the last thing Riley wanted to was to go home and face the wrath of her waiting mother. She could already picture the taught features of Trish, sat on the couch with her arms folded across her chest.
Jeremy's house was heaven by comparison. The house was empty and bathed in silence. It was also in complete disarray thanks to the teenaged revellers, but that would be tomorrow's problem. At least it would be for Jeremy.
Resting his head on the pillow next to Riley, he smiled gently as he turned to face her. Tilting his head upwards, Jeremy's lips connected with Riley's in the briefest touch. She tasted like cherry, and he swore he would never get enough of the flavour of her mouth. Finally pausing from the rainfall of kisses, Jeremy pulled his head back. "What are you thinking about babe?"
"Just stuff." Riley sighed, shifting herself to lay closer to Jeremy.
"Stuff? Damn that's profound." Jeremy chuckled lazily, resting his across Riley's stomach. Her top had ridded up slightly so his forearm rested skin to skin with her. Riley didn't deny the burning feeling that his skin left. The warmth even spread altogether lower than her stomach, centring at a more delicious place. Trying to ignore her growing arousal, Riley locked eyes with her boyfriend
"Alright. I was thinking about maybe talking to my Mom again about me applying to join OVW. I'm almost eighteen, and it's what I want to do. You never know, she might think differently this time." Riley glanced at Jeremy hopefully. As drunk as he was, he clearly didn't think it was one of Riley's greater ideas.
"I hope to god you're joking blondie." Raising to rest his weight on one elbow, Jeremy eyed his girlfriend suspiciously. "You remember how it kicked off the last time you two talked about? I swear I have never seen a human being turn that many shades of red. It was like World War Three at your house all week."
"It could be different this time," Riley protested weakly. "She might have got the pole out of her ass long enough to consider what I want. This is what I want to do with my life Jay. She should respect that, not keep shooting me down all the time."
"She's your mother baby." Jeremy carefully lowered himself, resting his head on Riley's breast as hiss fingers explored her sides. "You know she's only looking out for you the best way she can. Maybe you should go to college first. Get your education in something you want, and then think about going into the business."
Riley chuckled with more sarcasm than she had wanted. "Coming from the guy who turned down a full football scholarship to join some crappy indie federation? I don't see you focusing on your education."
Jeremy sighed gently in the darkness of his room. He had dreams of becoming a wrestler just like Riley did. And despite his natural talent at football, he wanted something altogether different. "All I'm saying is that you're a talented girl Riley. There are loads of things I know you'd be good at. Maybe you should explore the world and see what's out there first. Besides, you ain't even eighteen yet. There's no need to decided on what you want to do for the rest of your life now."
Riley remained silent, even though she felt the weight behind Jeremy's words. His fingers continued to trace patterns over her sides. Sucking in a breath silently, Jeremy moved his head down to join where his hands were. His lips explored the skin with a gentle desire. Riley moaned softly, her hips squirming as Jeremy continued to kiss her stomach. His hands moved down from her sides to rest on her thighs, gently rubbing them in a backwards and forwards motion.
Letting her head relax back on the pillow, Riley could feel her resolved slipping away. Deciding maybe the time was right to be with Jeremy, she tried to relax as one of his hands ventured between her thighs, exploring the denim of her jeans. His lips moved even further down, below her navel. Lapping at the skin as though his life depended on it, Jeremy took the plunge and slid his hand all the way between her legs.
Riley's body immediately stiffened at the contact of Jeremy's hands. It may have been on top of her clothes, but the sensation was enough to snap her to her senses. Trying to sit up, she had difficult in doing so as Jeremy' free hand was pressed over her stomach. "Jay stop it. Jay…"
Jeremy mumbled something into her stomach, his hand never stopping its exploration of what was hidden between her thighs. Riley's face contorted with effort as she bucked her hips, hitting Jeremy square in the face with abdomen. "Get off me Jeremy!"
He fell backwards off her, clutching at his throbbing nose as she immediately got off the bed. Feeling her heat pounding in her ears, Riley snatched up her shoes, and headed straight for the door to his bedroom. She didn't quite make it however as his hand caught her arm. He was stronger than her, and span her around in his arms to face him. His eyes were wide with remorse as he held her face between his hands. "Riley I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do anything to make you uncomfortable. I'm sorry baby."
Lowering his head to hers, his kisses fell over her mouth like falling rain. Riley was unresponsive, staying motionless in his arms. "I'm sorry baby. I got a little carried away. You just…I go crazy every time I'm near you Riley. I love you so much and I really want to show you that I do." Riley finally looked up into Jeremy's eyes, feeling her resolve crumble. "I know that's no excuse. I'm really, really sorry Riley. Please don't be mad at me. I just lose it being around you. I've never felt like this about anyone before."
Riley smiled gently, tilting her head to kiss Jeremy's lips. "It's okay. I know how it feels to want to just ignore everything and go for it. I do. And it's going to happen Jay. I just need to feel ready."
Jeremy felt relief flood through him. "Of course. I respect that and I respect you. I would never force you into anything. I love you and I will wait till you're sure."
"Thank you." Relaxing into his embrace, Riley hugged Jeremy closer. "I need to go home. My Mom is going to kill me, so I'd better face it."
Stepping out of the embrace, Jeremy watched Riley head to the door. "Hang on. I'll grab my sneakers and I'll walk you."
"It's okay baby." Riley smiled. "It's not far. I can get there alone." Jeremy looked unconvinced and continued to search for his shoes. "Besides, I think you need to take a cold shower. You're going to take someone's eye out with that thing."
Looking confused for a moment, Jeremy glanced down to see his hardness tenting the front of his jeans. His face flooding with embarrassment, he looked up sheepishly to Riley who smiled. She wasn't offended in the least that he was that much aroused. In fact, it was more the opposite. She was secretly pleased in the display of how much he wanted her. Bidding him goodnight, Riley headed out the door and towards home.
Dropping back onto his bed, Jeremy slapped his palms against his face. Feeling remorse and his actions a few moments ago, he couldn't help but curse himself. "You stupid, stupid dick!"
He meant what he said when it came to Riley. He was never going to push her into something she wasn't ready for. He really cared about her and wanted her to be ready when they finally slept together. Still, he was still presented with the problem of his erection and the desperate need for relief. Of course he could relieve himself, but where was the fun in that.
Grabbing his cell phone, he flipped it open and dialled a number that was easily familiar to him by now. Waiting for it to connect he, smirked as he heard her gush with excitement to realise it was him.
"Hey girl it's me. Man you looked hot in your dress tonight. You wanna come over here and model it for me? I reckon that outfit will look so much better on my bedroom floor…"
Jeremy grinned wildly. God it was good to be him.
