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Chapter 3
Frustations
"Okay class bring out your book and a clean sheet of paper. No book, no quiz!" Mr. Hunter Helmsley, their Calculus teacher said with an authorative voice.
Trish nervously raided her bag in search of her book. She couldn't afford to miss this quiz. This quiz would compensate all her missed classes due to cheerleading practices. Suddenly, she felt someone nudge at her elbow. She turned to look at Jeff Hardy. Jeff is FDH's local violin virtuoso. He doesn't have as many friends because he is too shy. Although kind of weird, Trish found him rather cute.
"I have an extra book I can lend you." Jeff offered and handed her the book. Trish giggled seeing how the book was terribly shaking in Jeff's hands. "Thank you Jeffrey!" Trish said with a genuine smile.
"It's Jeff." Jeff corrected. They then went on with the quiz. Trish got a passing grade which enough to get her by Calculus. When the students were exiting the room, she caught up with Jeff.
"Hey Jeff!" Jeff's jaw dropped open. "Is she really communicating with me??" He thought to himself. "Thanks for the book!" Trish handed him the book. "So much for keeping my hopes up" he thought again. "You're welcome!" Jeff said out loud before walking away. He was stopped mid-step because Trish was tugging at his arm.
"Listen, you don't know how much you helped me by lending me your book. How can I make up to you?" Trish asked. A trembling Jeff replied, "Oh no! It's okay! I never really expected anything in return."
"Please? Hmm.. Do you have a date for the Spring Ball on Friday? Cause if you don't, would you mind escorting me?" Trish batted her eyes at Jeff. Jeff stared in disbelief. He subconsciously nodded and took a huge audible gulp.
"Here's my number and address. You can call me anytime this week." Trish said while writing on a pink scented piece of paper. "Bye Jeff!" Trish winked at a dumbfounded violin maestro.
John spotted Victoria out of the corner of his eye before he sauntered over to her. "Hey Victoria!" John said. "Hey John!" Victoria greeted in response. "I don't mean to be too forward or anything but would you like to go with me to the Spring Ball?"
Victoria stopped dead in her tracks and turned to look at John. "John, I'm already going with my husband."
"You're m-m-m-married?" John stuttered. He couldn't get the right words out his mouth probably because of the roller coaster of feelings he's boarded.
"Well yah! Over the summer! After all, we are of legal ages right? There's nothing stopping me and Steven." Victoria spoke as if it was not an issue. "I appreciate the offer though. I'm very, very flattered!" Victoria gave John a peck on the lips before walking a way. A disappointed John headed to the field.
"Tor! You'll never guess what just happened to me earlier today!" An excited Jeff joined Torrie under the shade of the tree. "What is up Jeff?" A not so enthusiastic Torrie replied.
"Trish Stratus, THE Trish Stratus, asked me to accompany her to the Spring Ball! When I get home, I'll write a song about this." Jeff said while pulling out his violin.
"Good for you Jeff!" Torrie smiled at Jeff.
"Who are you going with on Friday?" Jeff asked Torrie. "I don't know. I don't know any girl in the campus who's the least bit interested in the opposite sex but me." Torrie said simply. "Guess I'll be going solo.. again!" Torrie said with a smile.
"Don't be too upset about that Tor! We'll make sure you'll have fun!" Jeff said with a reassuring voice.
"Who ever said I was upset? It's such a thrill watching all you guys throw up and waste away! As I think of it, it makes me more excited! I'm having problems with my wardrobe though. I'm thinking of renting a white suit."
"I'll tell you when I'll go hunting for a decent suit. You can come with me." Jeff told Torrie.
"Thanks Jeff. Come on we better hurry if you don't want Mr. Nature freak Ric get the mic of us for being tardy!" With that, Jeff and Torrie ran to their next class, Environmental Science.
After cheerleading practice. In the parking lot.
Stacy was tidying up her things at the trunk of her car. She was about to close the trunk when someone mentioned her name. She looked to see Santino Marella walking up to her.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm.. I sure would like to cut that cake." Santino said with his eyes glued on Stacy's perfect butt. Santino neared her and held Stacy's hand. Stacy tried to get free from his hold but he was much too strong. Stacy didn't fight back because she knew she would only get hurt. Just when Santino cupped Stacy's face he released his hold on Stacy when he heard a familiar voice.
"Is there a problem here? Santino shouldn't you be somewhere else right now? I'm sure Mr. McMahon won't be too happy if he finds out you're responsible for that vandalism outside his office." Randy threatened Santino. With that, Santino ran to his car and then sped off. Although he acts as this tough bully in school, Santino is just a big coward.
"Thanks Randy. You just saved me an icky sloppy kiss of death!" Stacy sighed in relief.
"Hmm.. Mind saving me one?" Randy cocked an eyebrow at Stacy and smiled his famous smug grin.
Stacy walked up to Randy and inched her face to his. She stopped when their lips were about a centimetre apart and then spoke, "Go find Candice. I'm sure she's dying to be kissed by you." And then she pulled apart.
"But I want you! At least go to the dance with me?" Randy said.
"Not from what I've heard. Look, I might accept your offer until you found that one ball you want to play." Stacy put her lips on Randy's ear and then whispered "you might even score a touchdown" Stacy stepped in her car and then drove off leaving an astonished Randy Orton behind.
After Football practice, John dropped Torrie off at her house. Without altering her look, Torrie sprinted to her room. Luckily, she wasn't seen by her mom and dad. Thinking what she was going to wear to school the next day, she browsed her closet. In her horror, her wardrobe has been completely made over. There were tank tops instead of loose shirts, her baggy jeans were replaced with skinny jeans and short shorts, there were dresses and minis where her polos and overalls used to be. And what's that? Water bras!! Like she needed any more enhancements to her already problematically huge chest. This was it, Torrie Wilson is officially dead as a dodo.
"Mom! Mom!" Torrie ran down the stairs in search of her mom. In her hurry, she stumbled off the last step and busted her lip. When she found her mom in the kitchen, she confronted her.
"Mom, what happened to my clothes?" Torrie said politely but unhappily.
"Oh we gave it to the local charity downtown sweetie. Don't worry! Every bit of clothing was replaced with a new one. I think you even gained more."
"Well, you could have consulted me before doing this.. this.. chivalric act mom!" Torrie complained.
"Darling, I know how it pleases you to help the unfortunate so your dad and I thought you were already up for this. I'm sorry honey, if you want, I'll buy you more!" Torrie's mom comforted.
"No, it's okay. Just, forget it!" Torrie ran out of their house. Once outside, she climbed a tree to get to John's window. She knocked on John's window but he couldn't hear through his headphones. Torrie tiptoed on a branch and this time, knocked vigorously on John's window. Because all her weight was in that one branch, it snapped off. John heard the loud noise and looked towards his window only to find poor Torrie hanging on his window pane.
"Holy sh*t! Torrie!" John sped to pull Torrie up. John pulled Torrie up in one breath and then fell on the floor with Torrie on top of him. In a second, Torrie broke down in tears.
"Oh my God Tor! I'm sorry, I'm really sorry! Are you hurt? Are you crying because of me?" John's conscience was killing him.
Torrie stood up and helped John up before she spoke in between sobs. "No, I'm fine. John, I've been girlified!!!!"
John handed Torrie a roll of tissue and his handkerchief where she can blow her nose into. "What do you mean girlified? You like a boy?"
"No! My parents gave all my old clothes to charity and replaced them with girly, slutty clothes! You should see those clothes man! Do they want grandchildren?" Torrie blew hard on John's hankie. "It was bad enough that I have to pretend I'm their sissy little princess at home, do I have to suffer as much in school now as well? Can't I just stay here forever?"
"And miss the game and the Spring Ball? I know how much you're looking forward to those events. Ayt, I'll make you a deal. You cooperate with your parents and I introduce you to the hottest girls on campus." John suggested.
"But they'll never ever be into me! You know how they like guys!" Torrie said.
"Hey! At least you'll get to meet them. Besides, love really unpredictable. No one really knows who might fall for who. Nothing will happen if you don't try." John scolded.
"Alright Mr. Oprah Winfrey! You have yourself a deal. But please no remarks or comments about how I look." Torrie begged.
"Fine. You up for guitar hero? Loser pays for gas!" John challenged Torrie, a challenge she willingly and readily accepted.
End of Chapter
