The Stratus Mansion

6:57PM

Trish ran frantically around the house looking for Mickie. Trish's mom sat in the kitchen reading a magazine, while pasta boiled on the stove.

"Patricia…what is going on?"

"NOT right now, Mom. I have to handle something," she said sliding the screen door open that led to the backyard. Her manicured hands were shaking as she closed the door behind her. She had to calm down. She didn't want her mother to see her like this.

Mickie sat at the edge of the pool, moving her feet back and forth in the water. She was thinking about her plan and smiled to herself that it had worked out perfectly. She pulled her flip phone out of her pocket and started to scroll through her messages with Randy. Would it be too soon to text him and make plans for the night? She sighed and looked up at the sky. She really liked him. She never liked a boy like this before. She slowly got up to head back to her room, when she heard the back door slam.

"YOU BITCH!" Trish hollered, sprinting across the grass to Mickie. Mickie gasped and took a few steps back. Trish was red with fury and dressed in nothing but her white cashmere robe.

"Trish…." Mickie said putting her hands out to stop her.

"You thought I wouldn't find out you fucking bitch?" Trish said standing in front of Mickie. Her voice was low and she was breathing hard.

"Um…" Mickie's mind was blank, she couldn't think of what to say. No words could come out of her mouth. She was so shocked that Trish found out. How did she find out!

"You really messed up now," she said with a slow smirk coming on her face. "I'm going on that date with Randy tonight, so nice try at trying to ruin it."

"Whatever" was all that could come out of Mickie's mouth.

"I know you're mad your little plan didn't work out but let me tell you something, and the only reason why I'm remaining calm is because my mother is inside…" Trish leaned in. "You just got yourself in a hell of a lot of trouble. ..JAMES"

Trish turned on her heel and stomped back into the house. Mickie sat down on a lawn chair, her heart was beating fast, she thought her plan was going to work flawlessly, she hadn't thought about what Trish would do to her if she found out.

And she knew Trish was capable of anything.

The Stratus Mansion

7:58pm

Trish heard a horn honk outside while she examined herself in her floor length mirror in her walk-in closet. She ran to her bedroom window and saw Randy's white BMW in the driveway. She squealed and pulled on her red platform pumps and ran downstairs. She paused at the front door to say a quick prayer, fix her MAC lipglass and fluff her hair. She took a deep breath, rolled her shoulders back and stepped out into the night.

He looked too good, leaning on his car, wearing a dark green polo with jeans. A tingle went down her spine.

"Finally," he said opening his arms for a hug. Trish smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and taking in the smell of his cologne. She wanted to stay in that spot forever, but she didn't want to appear desperate so she quickly stepped back.

"I didn't take that long!" she giggled.

"That's not what I meant, Trish," he said looking down at her.

"I don't follow," She looked over her shoulder to see if someone (AKA Mickie) was looking out the window at the two of them.

"I meant finally we are doing THIS." He said taking her hand. Trish's stomach was going crazy. She couldn't believe this was happening but at the same time she could. He led her to the passenger's side of the car and opened the door for her.

Randy and Trish were royalty in this town. They always had been. It was only a matter of time before they would join forces.

"So…where are we going?" Trish asked as he backed out of her driveway.

"It's a surprise," he said keeping his eyes on the road. Trish sighed loudly, which made Randy laugh.

"Someone doesn't like surprises…"

"I've had enough surprises for one day" she said.

"Like Mickie?" Randy asked. Trish sighed loudly again. She had to hold her tongue before she said anything that made her look like a total bitch.

"Can't believe she did that," was all Trish could say as she ran her hand through her hair.

"That was a really fucked up thing to do."

Trish scowled. "Oh, I know!"

"Why do you think she would do something like that?"

Cause she likes you and is jealous of me, Trish thought.

"I don't know…I don't want to talk about it, it was very upsetting. I was worried you would think it was true."

Randy looked over at Trish, they were at a red light. "I knew it wasn't you." Trish smiled and sighed heavily; she couldn't believe this was finally happening. He reached out and held her hand as the light turned green and he pulled off. Tonight was going to be a good night.

The Stratus Mansion

8:20 pm

Mickie laid in her twin bed staring at the ceiling in silence. She saw Trish leave with Randy. She looked gorgeous, of course, and when Mickie saw the look on Randy's face as she approached him she felt like she got punched in the stomach. She saw Trish glance back at the house and knew she was looking to see if Mickie was watching. And she was.

As she ran her hands through her long dark hair, she thought that on the bright side she still had the Torrie situation going on. But then she started to worry that Trish would find out about that too. Sitting up, Mickie began to think. Slowly, she walked back up to Trish's room. She heard Trish's mom downstairs talking on the phone, so she knew she was in the clear. She turned the knob on Trish's door and realized it was locked. Fuck, she thought. Mickie leaned against her door and wondered what to do next. She was going to go back onto Trish's laptop and see what else she could find while Trish was on her date. She knew that if she asked Trish's Mom to open the door for her, she would suspect something and obviously tell her crazy ass daughter. Giving up, Mickie headed back to her room, she would just have to handle things tomorrow.

Carmine's Bella Casa

10:43pm

Trish was so full. She sat back and smiled at Randy, who was still munching on some calamari. Here they were, at the best Italian restaurant in town, ON A DATE. She knew this would be the hottest news at Bellclair the next day. She recognized the scrawny waiter from her Pre-Calc class who stammered as he addressed the both of them. He knew who they were and Trish was sure he would tell all of his internet chat room friends from BHS who he served at dinner tonight.

"That was so good" Randy said as he took a sip of water. Trish nodded, feeling extremely giddy from the glasses of Riesling white wine she managed to get. The waiter knew them so he didn't card them anyway. She was feeling frisky and didn't want her night with Randy to end but school was in the morning and she believed in beauty rest.

"I'm glad we did this," she said.

"Me too."

"What do you want to do now?" he asked as they got into his car. Trish shrugged and tried not to blush. She knew what she wanted to do.

"Go to bed…" she said in a sexy whisper looking over at him. "Alone," she added giggling.

"Really Stratus?" Randy laughed.

"Well…this is a first date. A lady always goes home alone on her first date."

"This is true and we have school tomorrow," he said.

"OY school…you know they want me to help the cheerleading team out for tryouts. Puh-lease. I dropped that for a reason."

"You and your friends dropped when you got that new tough ass coach that wouldn't take your shit," Randy commented.

"Well…yes…but they've been begging me to come back every single year, I guess this is their last chance," Trish thought back to the disaster that ended her cheerleading career. Her and the rest of the Diva's got on Varsity their freshman year. By sophomore year, Trish became co-captains with a senior and the rest of the girls were not enthused. Then, out of nowhere, their coach decided to pack up and leave Bellclair to go cheer for a NFL team and left them stranded. The position was filled with this evil-devil woman who ran their squad like it was the military. Trish felt like a rug was pulled out from under her 15 year old behind. She ended up quitting after the coach sided with the senior co-captain and told Trish she was too young to be leading this squad anywhere. Insulted, Trish cursed her out and added that she was quitting, she knew the rest of the Divas would follow suit. So, she left and the squad has been a joke ever since. It was such a shame because the Diva's loved cheering terribly, if only that bitch hadn't been obsessed with only the seniors.

"You gonna do it?" Randy asked. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head involving Mickie James.

"Yes…I think so."

When they pulled up to Trish's home. Randy got out to get her door. He gave her a big hug.

"See you tomorrow?" he asked running his hands up and down her back. She nodded, trying to contain her excitement. She needed the perfect outfit!

"Yep" she said.

"Pick ya up in the morning?" he asking smiling down at her in the moonlight.

"Perfect." They stared at each other for a few minutes before he gave her a kiss on the check and turned to go.

"Goodnight Trish," She managed to walk back into her house calmly before she kicked off her shoes and went running up the stairs giggling the whole time. She was living in a fairytale.