A/N: I am pissed that Randy was suspended and that he behaved the way that he did... you would think he had learned his lesson in the past, but no... I just wish he would improve his behavior once he comes back...

Anyway, here we go, 2 new chapters! I was supposed to post this 2 weeks ago but I had a bit of a puppy crisis... but anyway, better late than never, right! As always, I don't own anything and now, on with the story!

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Ten days into the new school year, fear set in. Inexplicable and mysterious, a little nagging voice started whispering in my ear, "Run for it, Randy. Run for your life!" I had no idea what came over me.

That day Stacy greeted me in the hallway with an unbeliveably bright hello, linked her arm into mine and asked me, "We have two hours until our next class. So what are we going to do?"

I told her I had to research in the library and then I made a run for it.

The thing is, it wasn't because things weren't going well between us. In fact, things were well-er than well. They were positively spectacular. Stacy and I had registered for our classes together and we synchronized our schedules so that practically all our breaks coincided with each other. In theory, we could spend every spare moment of the week together. And for the first week we did just that. And it was wonderful.

It was true that I had some research in the library, but it wasn't the complete truth. The research would have taken me all of maybe twenty minutes, but I stayed in the library, hiding like a fugitive. And I didn't even like it there.

A voice from behind said to me in shock, "What are you doing here? Who will I bump into here next? John?"

I looked around and just as shock, exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"

It was Trish, Trish of the many contradictions, Trish the virgin slut, Trish the brain surgeon model.

Trish sat down beside me with a pile of books and we started talking. We had a lot of catching up to do. I hadn't really spoken to her in weeks.

After a few minutes of pleasant conversation. she dropped an atom bomb. "So," she said. "Are you going steady with Stacy yet?"

Things had reached a point where this question was quite common. Everyone nowadays was asking me that question. But it never failed to surprise me. "No..." I said, desperately groping for an appropriate answer. "uh... I mean... we're just friends... really... good friends."

Trish laughed a cynical, worldly-wise laugh and said, "OK, I understand. You don't have to say anything anymore." If I didn't know any better, I would have said she looked jealous. Sharp as a knife, she asked another atom bomb of a question. "So why aren't you guys together?"

Aha. So Stacy wasn't the only woman on the planet with super powers. Trish could see right through me too. Faced with this, I took a deep breath, and confessed that I was hiding from Stacy. I told her that an irrational fear had come over me, and couldn't explain it. I was still crazy about Stacy. I was sure of it. But things were going too well. Something had to go wrong soon. Maybe I wasn't ready for this. Maybe she wasn't ready for this. Maybe she would hurt me or maybe we would hurt each other. Maybe I was just fooling myself. Maybe it was all coming true. And the beautiful reality of it scared me like no scary movie ever could.

I didn't realize I had been talking non-stop for minutes, and when I finally ran out of words, Trish just sat in her chair and smiled at me in a strange way.

"Isn't it great?" she said. "I saw Stacy in the cafeteria. "Why don't you go to her?"

Trish was right of course, and as I stepped out of the dark library into the sun shining on the beautiful scary world as I was on my way to see Stacy, I ran.

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A/N: Just push that little arrow there to the next chapter! ------->