Well for those of you who did not know, I was on a long vacation to America. So we were driving in Vegas and we passed all these wedding chapels. My cousin and I (who happen to be die-hard wrestling fans) were trying to look for the Little White Chapel (which was the same chapel triple H and Stephanie got married in, in that segment) And then we found it and we were screaming like two 11 year old girls at a Justin Bieber concert. To think we drove on the same street as trips and Steph... Ahhh! Anyways I'm back and updating this fic. Thanks for all the reviews for the first chapter. I was shocked to learn that a lot of you guys have watched the movie Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. Aha, I thought I would have been the only one... Well enjoy this chapter!
Stephanie groaned as she switched on the lamp beside her head. She glared at her phone that was currently vibrating on the bed-side table. She looked over at her alarm clock. 5:34 AM. She rolled her eyes and picked up her phone. She flipped it open and mumbled incoherently at the message that was displayed.
"Get your lazy ass out of bed, McMahon."
That asshole! Why did he keep doing this all the damn time? He knows how much Stephanie values her sleep. She is defiantly not a morning person. He just keeps finding new ways to push her buttons. She slowly climbed out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom. Half an hour later she heard a honk of a car and looked out her bedroom window. She gave a small wave as she grabbed her things for the day and headed out the door of her apartment. She smiled as she saw her best friend leaning on his car, munching on an apple. His dirty blonde hair sprawled across his broad shoulders. His hazel eyes lit up when he saw her walk out and a knowing smirk crossed his face.
"Had a nice sleep, McMahon?" Obviously he was trying to piss her off even more. Stephanie rolled her eyes and snatched the apple out of his hand.
"Just get in the car, Levesque. " She took a bite and smirked at the disapproving look on his face.
"Is that anyway to greet your best friend? Give me attitude and steal my apple?" He questioned as he hopped in the front seat beside her.
"Well, maybe I would be nicer if you stop sending me those damn text messages every fucking morning!"
Paul gasped sarcastically as he put his big hand over his mouth for further emphasis. "Watch your language, young lady!"
"Whatever, let's go! We're going to be late for class!"
Paul rolled his eyes and started the engine. "Oh my! Don't want to be late for that..." he mumbled as he pulled out of the driveway.
Stephanie and Paul walked side by side as their sneakers squeaked on the floor. Paul noticed two cheerleaders staring at him. He sent a wink in their direction as the two brunettes giggled like little school girls. He let his eyes travel up their bodies. Stephanie rolled her eyes in disgust. Paul hit on any girl with a pretty face. Especially the cheerleaders. Stephanie hated every one of Paul's girlfriends. It's not that she was jealous or anything. Oh no! She doesn't have those kinds of feelings for Paul. She just couldn't figure out why it was so hard for him to find someone with beauty and brains? These stupid cheerleaders probably didn't know how to spell the word cheerleader. Paul on the other hand didn't seem to care. Any girl with a pretty face and a great body was good enough. He glanced over at Stephanie and noticed the repulsed look on her face. He flung his arm across her shoulder as they walked through the busy corridor.
"What's with the look, McMahon?"
Stephanie snorted ironically and pushed him away from her. "You men are such pigs! Why can't you find someone that has their head on their shoulders? Someone who has brains and beauty?
Paul chuckled as he playfully twirled Stephanie's chestnut strands with his finger, "What do you mean, someone like you?" he said with a wink.
Stephanie's blue eyes lit up with horror. She playfully pushed him away with a small laugh. "In your dreams, Levesque!"
Paul raised his shoulders in a shrug. "Hey, it's not my fault that you're madly in love with me, Stephanie." He stated with a playful glint in his eye.
Stephanie chuckled and punched him in the shoulder. "You just keep telling yourself that."
Paul smiled and nudged her shoulder as they walked to their lockers. "So, you're still up for wrestling tonight at my place?"
Stephanie opened her locker and turned to her best friend, "Of course! You know I can never miss watching Monday Night Raw with my best friend"
Paul grabbed his books with one and slammed it shut with the other. "Good,"
Wrestling was a special bond both Paul and Stephanie shared in their friendship. It was what made them best friends in the first place. In second grade, Stephanie came to class wearing a 'Macho Man' T-shirt and ever since that day, they talked about wrestling, watched wrestling together, went to live events together and even played wrestling with each other. It was something the both cherished in their friendship.
"By the way," Stephanie let her sentence trail off as she held her books across her chest and walked beside her best friend. "My dad got us WrestleMania tickets for next year." She couldn't contain the smile on her face as Paul turned to her with most ridiculous grin in the world.
"Are you serious?" Paul's eyes lit up with excitement as they continued to walk down the hallway.
"Paul, my dad owns the company, remember? It's not that hard to get tickets," She smirked, "besides, my dad can never say no to me."
Paul chuckled and shook his head, "Daddy's little girl," He mumbled. Stephanie slapped his huge forearm.
"Do not ever call me that. I already get enough of that from my brother! You know, I can always find someone else to go with me." She said as she tried to conceal her smile at Paul's puppy dog pout.
Paul stood in front of her and placed both his hands on her shoulders. "I'm so sorry Steph," He said in a fake apologetic tone. "I don't know what I was thinking, p-please take me with you?" His mouth narrowing into an apologetic frown.
"Get out of here!"
Stephanie chuckled as she lightly shoved him away from her. He walked backwards, still smirking at her. He did not notice the blonde woman behind him who was heading his direction, not looking at where she was going. He soon found himself on the floor as the blonde came crashing down next to him. Stephanie gasped as she watched the two collide. Paul sat up on the floor and turned to notice the blonde picking up her books. He shifted so he was facing her, Her long blonde strands covered her face as she quickly tried to retrieve her books. Paul turned is head to the side and noticed one of them lying next to him. He picked it up holding it out to her.
"Here."
The blonde looked up at him. Paul's eyes nearly jumped out of its sockets. She must have been new, he'd never seen anyone so stunning in his life. Her blonde hair fell lightly across her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. Her light hazel eyes were now staring at him with anger. But Christ, if she was not the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen….
"Thanks," that was her cold replay. Her voice was soft and sweet but harsh all at the same time. She grabbed the book from his hand and gathered the rest of her belongings. Paul realised he had been staring at her for too long. He cleared his throat awkwardly.
"I'm- I'm so sorry." Paul mumbled. The beautiful blonde just rolled her eyes and made it to her feet. Straightening her black pencil skirt and adjusting her blouse. Paul got up off the floor, checking out her body as he got on both his feet. He stood just a few inches away from her. She was actually quite short compared to other women, but that certainly didn't matter. She had a killer body to make up for it. Her outfit complimented her curves in every way and her black pumps really flattered her toned legs.
Paul smirked as he moved closer extending his hand to her.
"You must be new, I'm Paul. Paul Levesque." He said with a lopsided smile.
The blonde glanced down at his outstretched palm and narrowed her eyes at him.
"Well, Paul Levesque," She said in sarcastic tone. "Why don't you learn how to walk straight, before you start hitting on me?" She tiled her head to the side and gave him a fake smile.
Paul was taken aback with her bluntness. However, he kept his cool. "Who said I was hitting on you? I was merely introducing myself."
The girl nodded her head, "Well, it's been nice meeting you.." Her voice trailed off waiting for Paul to finish the sentence.
"Paul."
"Yes, Paul. Well if you'll excuse me, Paul. I'm late for my class." And with that she turned on heels and walked straight passed Paul and an amused Stephanie. Boy, Paul sure did crash and burn. He looked over at Stephanie to find her chuckling in amusement. Paul glared at her when he suddenly realised he didn't catch her name.
"Hey!" He hollered through the nearly empty corridor.
The blonde stopped in her tracks rolling her eyes before turning around to meet his gaze. "Yes?"
He ran his big hand through his hair as a smile adorned his face. "I-uh, didn't quite catch your name,"
She gave him a tight smiled as she simply answered, "its Trish, Trish Stratus."
And with that she was gone. Paul watched her as she disappeared around the corridor. Stephanie walked up to him, leaning her arm on his big shoulder. "You like her?" Stephanie asked knowing her best friend all too well. He shrugged letting his eyes follow down the corridor where she disappeared to.
"She's kind of a bitch if you ask me,"
Stephanie simply nodded, "okay, whatever you say." She paused as she notice they were the only ones still in the corridor. "Shit! Let's go. We're already late!"
Stephanie walked off towards their first class. Her hair bouncing up and down from and ponytail and her old sneakers squeaking against the polished floor. Paul watched as she walked ahead. Still thinking about that feisty blonde.
"Trish." He nodded and smirked to himself before making his way to his first class.
Well that's chapter 2. Forgive me if that sucked. I'm still incredibly jet-lagged. Next chapter will be up sooner rather than later. Review little Cherubs, review!