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Chapter 3

It wasn't until 1 o'clock in the afternoon that Trish finally began to stir. She blinked the blurriness away and stretched. She sat up and swung her feet off the side of her bed. She got up and wandered into the living room to see if Chrissy was up. As she got closer to the living room, she could hear Chrissy talking on the phone.

"Yeah, she actually yelled at him… I know… I was surprised too… I'm proud of her too."

Trish walked into the living room and sat down next to Chrissy. "Who are you talking to?" Trish whispered.

"Randy," Chrissy whispered back. "I mean, I'll try Randy, but I'm not promising anything."

"What are you talking about?" Trish asked curiously.

"I'm talk…" Chrissy stopped and brought her attention back to the man on the phone. "Yes, that was Trish." Chrissy looked up at Trish, "Uh… Okay…" She extended her arm out with her phone in her hand. "Randy wants to talk to you."

"Uh… Hello?"

"Hey! So listen up, we're having people over again tonight for another cookout. Chrissy is coming and so are you," Randy told her in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

"Umm… Well… I…" Trish began searching for an excuse.

"You umm well nothin. You're coming and you're going to have a good time. Period. End of story."

"But I…"

Randy cut her off. "If you don't come, it'll hurt my feelings. I'm going to think you're avoiding me because of what happened at the gym, and I'm going to really think you hate me."

"I don't ha…"

Randy cut her off again. "Good. I'll see you tonight." And the line went dead.

Trish looked down at her friend's phone and then at her friend.

"So? What did he say?" Chrissy asked curiously.

"Basically he told me I'm going tonight, period… End of story."

"Yay! You're coming!" Chrissy squealed.

"Not like I really have a choice. He told me if I didn't come he was going to take it as I hated him," Trish answered with a scowl.

"Oh stop. You're going to have so much fun! I did! His friends are super nice and so is his roommate. And I don't know if I told you this before or not, but his roommate is super hot!"

Trish chuckled. "No, you didn't tell me that yet."


Randy told the girls to be there around 6, so the girls began to get ready at 4 o'clock to be ready by 5:30. Chrissy talked Trish into letting her pick out her outfit. She decided she wanted them to go in similar outfits. Chrissy picked out a pair of jean shorts for both of them that were short, but not indecent. She paired Trish's shorts with a short sleeved lavender fitted button down shirt. Chrissy's shit was the same except hers was pink. Chrissy told Trish they had a pool and to wear her bathing suit underneath. Chrissy had picked out Trish's white bikini for her to wear, and Chrissy picked a silver bikini for herself.

"Really? All of the bathing suits I have and you had to pick my white one? I only wear that one when I tan because it's so small," Trish asked Chrissy with a scowl.

"That bikini looks super hot on you. Shut up and out it on!"

Trish shook her head but did as she was told. After putting her bikini on, she slid into her shorts and then grabbed her shirt. She slid her arms in then buttoned the front up.

"Are you kidding me?" Chrissy exclaimed in a huff. She walked over to her friend and swatted her hands away from the buttons. "You're not a granny for the love of god!" she scolded her friend as she unbuttoned the top three buttons of Trish's shirt, revealing just enough of her ample cleavage but not too much. Chrissy followed suit and did the same with her shirt.

Trish decided to leave her hair down for now. She smiled to herself when she thought about what Jason's reaction would be to her hair being down. Chrissy opted to put her chocolate brown hair up into a ponytail. Trish went light on her makeup, only putting on some eyeliner and mascara. Chrissy did the same. Both girls decided on flip-flops, and with that they were ready to go. They grabbed their phones and purses, and then headed out the door. The girls hopped into Trish's car and began the short ride to Randy's house.

About 30 minutes later, Trish pulled up in front of the house Chrissy had pointed to. Trish parked the car and the girls got out. They walked up to the door and Chrissy rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, they heard noise coming from behind the door. The door swung open and there stood Randy. He was wearing a pair of swimming trunks and a white t-shirt.

"Hey! There you girls are!" he greeted them with a big smile. "Come on in." He stepped back and waved his arm, gesturing to the girls to come in. Chrissy walked in and Trish followed behind her. After the girls were in Randy shut the front door and followed them into the living room. Trish looked around and couldn't help but to be surprised with how clean the place was. Even with two men living there.

"I'm glad you came," Randy said as he walked over to Trish and pulled her in for a hug. "You don't hate me," he joked, giving her a squeeze.

Trish chuckled. "No I don't hate you."

Randy then turned his attention to Chrissy. "You look… Well… Let's just say I likey and I likey a lot." He pulled Chrissy in and gave her a hug. "You girls can make yourself at home. Inside, outside, whatever you want. I'm going to be heading out back myself. I'm gonna get started cooking."

"We'll go outside with you," Chrissy answered for both of them.

Trish followed Randy and Chrissy to the backyard. There was a large concrete patio with a roof over it right outside the sliding doors in the dining room of the house. They men had the patio decorated with a large grill and patio set with 6 chairs. Beyond the patio was a large in ground pool, complete with diving board and chairs for tanning. Trish sat down at the table on the patio and Chrissy sat down with her as well.

"So Randy, where's your roommate?" Chrissy asked.

"He just ran to the store to pick up a few things we needed. Our friend, Mike, is going to come over as well," Randy answered as he began scrubbing the grill with a wire brush to clean it. "Speak of the devil; I think he's here now. If you'll excuse me ladies, I'm gonna go let him in. I'll be right back."

Chrissy looked at Trish, "Let's go get some sun."

Trish followed Chrissy over to the pool. Chrissy grabbed a chair and pulled it close to the chair Trish was at. Trish went to sit down, but Chrissy stopped her. "You're not gonna get any sun with all those clothes on."

"Well… Uhh... Jason wouldn't…"

"Jason nothing! I don't even want to hear you talk about him today. I want you to relax and have a good time for a change!" Chrissy scolded.

Trish sighed and unbuttoned her shirt. She slid it off and hung it up on the back of her chair. She slid out of her shorts and dropped them on the end of her chair. She adjusted the back of her chair slightly for a more comfortable position, and then sat down. She looked over at Chrissy who had already stripped out of her clothes and was sitting on her chair, smearing suntan lotion on herself. Chrissy handed Trish the suntan lotion and Trish smeared some on herself as well.

A few seconds later, the patio door slid open and Randy stepped out followed by Mike. "Pretty girls in bikini's? Now that's awesome!" the new man bellowed.

"Could you at least pretend to know what it's like to be around pretty girls?" Randy scolded the younger man, shaking his head. He walked over to the girls with Mike in tow. "Mike this is Chrissy, Chrissy this is Mike."

"Hello," Chrissy greeted Mike.

Mike gave Chrissy a big smile. "Don't even think about it," Randy warned. "And this is her best friend, Trish. Trish, this is Mike."

"Hi."

Mike tried again with a big smile. "Nope," Randy told him, simply.

"Well damn, two beautiful women here and I can't talk to either of them" Mike complained.

"You can talk to them all you want, just none of your Rico Suave shit." The girls giggled at Randy's comments. "Come on, come help me cook," Randy told Mike.

The guys went over to the grill to finish cleaning it so the cooking could begin. The girls enjoyed conversation amongst themselves while the guys cooked. The girls were so involved in their conversation; they didn't notice the new man who came out to the patio.

"It's about time you finally got back. I thought you fuckin got lost!" Randy teased.

"Shut up Orton."

Randy chuckled. He watched his friend stared at the girls in their backyard, laying around the pool. "See something you like?"

He smiled. "Yeah, I do."

"I told you. I knew you'd like her," Randy told him.

He nodded. "You were right."

"Dude! You wouldn't let me talk to either of them… Well I get why with the brunette… But the blonde? I coulda tried my luck, but nooooo. You gotta save her for him," Mike pouted.

The man shook his head. "I'm going to go start putting the burgers together," he said, disappearing back into the house.

"Hey, it looks like they're cooking. Let's go see what's going on. I'm starving," Chrissy suggested.

"Okay." Trish got up and followed her friend back over to the patio with Randy and Mike. Chrissy went over to Randy, and Trish sat down at the table. She pulled her sunglasses off and put them on top of her head.

"Ready to eat?" Randy called to Trish.

"Yep. I'm starving."

Just then, the patio door slid open, and Trish let out a loud gasp. All of the attention turned to Trish.

"Are you okay?" Randy asked.

"What's wrong?" Chrissy asked, concerned.

Trish's eyes stayed fixed on the man, and his stayed fixed on her. His mouth hung open slightly from shock. "Tr… Trish?" He blinked his eyes hard, trying to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing.

"John," she whispered. A familiar pain hit Trish in the heart. Immediately, her mind was flooded with the memories of that day in the hallway of her high school when he told her he wanted to breakup after four years out of nowhere.

"One of you two want to tell me how in the hell you know each other?" Randy snapped.

Trish sat silent, her eyes still fixed on John.

"She… I… We…" John sputtered. "We… Dated in high school. She… She was my high school sweetheart. We were… We were high school sweethearts."

"Awkward," Mike said under his breath.

There was a long silence. Shock riddled everyone's face. "So… Food's ready… Let's eat," Randy announced, finally in an attempt to break up the awkwardness.

Randy walked over to the table and placed the plate of hamburgers and hotdogs he had just grilled on the table. Chrissy followed him to the table, and walked around it to sit next to Trish. Randy pulled out the seat he was standing behind and sat down which was across from Chrissy. Mike was already seated at the head of the table, and John took the open seat next to Randy which was across from Trish. Dinner was dampened by an awkward silence. Conversation was very sparse. After eating, Trish decided she was going to go sit by the pool and stick her legs in.

"If you boys will excuse me, I'm gonna go freshen up," Chrissy excused herself from the table.

After Chrissy disappeared in the house, Randy turned to John. John's eyes were fixed on Trish sitting by the pool. He was in his own little world. "You okay man?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. It's just… I dunno… It's been six years since the last time I saw her… Since I've spoken to her… And after all this time, I run into her again, completely by chance… It's crazy…"

"Was she this much of a hottie when you dated her, Cena?" Mike asked with a grin.

John shot him a look. "Don't even think about it Mizanin."

"You already dated her, you're not dating her now, which technically makes her fair game," Mike joked.

John's jaw tightened in agitation. "I will break your face."

"Relax Cena, I'm joking," Mike reassured with a chuckle. "Unless she goes for me… Then game on." With that Mike sprung up from his seat and ran into the house, ducking behind the sliding patio door for safety. The can John threw at him bounced off the side of the house.

John turned his attention back to Trish. He sat at the table in silence watching her swing her legs back and forth in the pool. "Dude, why don't you just go talk to her?" Randy asked.

"I don't really think she wants to talk to me," John answered, still watching her.

"Why not?"

"Because of what happened between us. I broke her heart and at the worst possible time, while her parents were going through a bad divorce… And after four years together, I gave her the lame excuse that I didn't want to be tied down with a girlfriend in college…" John trailed off. "I can still see her face that day in the hallway when I told her." John winced mentally at the memory.

"That was years ago John."

"I know…" John trailed off.

"So go talk to her," Randy encouraged.

John nodded. "Yeah… You're right. I'm gonna go talk to her." John got up from the table and headed towards her slowly. His stomach twisted into nervous knots. There's nothing to be nervous about Cena. Relax. It's just Trish. You've known her forever, he thought to himself, trying to calm his nerves. Well here goes nothing…