Title: Growing Up

Chapter 37: Love, Passion, and Fury

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the characters you don't recognize.

A/N: I hope that you all liked the last chapter. I also hope that you enjoy this chapter. I plan to finish this story before this summer comes up. I have a bit more free time on my hands and I plan on using most of it to finish this story. I hate saying make sure you review, but reviews are the only way that I know that people are reading the story and want me to continue it. So if you could, please review. It only takes a few minutes, and I'm very thankful for all that do review. I also understand if you can't review. Thank you to all my readers.

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Thanksgiving seemed to go off without a hitch. Everyone had their rightful dinners and so forth. Andrew and Stacy had a great Thanksgiving, and it brought them closer together. Andrew's older sister loved Stacy so much, that she asked her to be in her wedding this coming up February. Stephanie had a nice family dinner with her family. The day after Thanksgiving she had gone with Paul to his family's large dinner party. Speaking of Paul, his Thanksgiving dinner went really well too. Kendal and Paul had reformed to steal extra desert, but it didn't happen. Candice had actually gone to Randy's house for Thanksgiving. It was just her though. Randy was happy that she had shown up. He had noticed her t.v. dinners, and he couldn't let her have a t.v. dinner on Thanksgiving. Candice and Randy had hit it off great and had decided to date in the small amount of time that they knew each other. Chris had a good Thanksgiving dinner, nothing special though. He honestly couldn't get the whole Trish thing off of his mind. Trish didn't have such a wonderful Thanksgiving. She could barely eat, because of what she had done. Spending time with her family was always nice though. They unknowingly took her mind off of Chris for the most part.

It was now December first. Over the Thanksgiving break, all six of them had filled out college applications to the colleges of their choice. They wouldn't find out where they got accepted until the beginning of March. They all applied to many different colleges, some the same and some different. It was best to get them all done and out of the way now, then to wait forever. Thanksgiving was over, and now it was the season of winter. Winter season, meant Christmas time. Christmas was the best time of the year for all six of the friends. It wasn't so much about getting gifts or anything, but sharing and giving to the needy. Christmas always brought out the best in everyone and made them a bit happier. It would be safe to say that Christmas was their favorite holiday. It was around lunch time at Greenwich High and everyone was pretty much doing their own thing.

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Stephanie smiled to herself as she walked around the halls with a Christmas hat on. She knew it was only the first, but she always got into the spirit way too early. Steph didn't care though. She liked standing out and being different. Her, now red ipod was playing Christmas music. She was currently listening to "Where Are You Christmas" by Faith Hill. She hummed to the song as she continued to walk down the hall. She smiled as she saw her friend Randy making his way around the corner.

"Hey Orton!" Stephanie smiled. "How are you?"

"I'm doing great." Randy looked at his friend. "Are you feeling ok?"

"Yeah, I feel perfectly fine." Stephanie beamed. "Why?"

"You do know that Christmas isn't for another twenty four days?" Randy chuckled.

"I know." Stephanie replied. "Can't a girl be in the Christmas spirit?"

"It's fine with me." Randy laughed. "What are you doing anyways?"

"I'm searching for that guy friend of yours." Stephanie smirked. "The one with the nose."

"The nose?" Randy smirked holding in his laugh as he took notice of Paul standing behind Stephanie.

"Yeah, the one with the nose." Stephanie giggled. "It's out to here."

"It's not that big." Randy tried to secretly help his friend out. "Seriously."

"Randy, have you seen the thing?" Stephanie shook her head. "Its amazing I can find his lips."

"Steph…" Randy began to laugh at the look on Paul's face who was still standing behind Stephanie.

"Maybe I can get him a nose job for Christmas." Stephanie thought aloud.

"Steph, stop…" Randy laughed.

"What?" Stephanie asked now taking notice of the feeling that someone was behind her. "He's behind me isn't he?"

"I'll see you two around later." Randy shook his head getting away from the two.

Stephanie shut her eyes as her cheeks turned a deep shade of pink. She took a deep breath and put on her best smile. Steph slowly turned around batting her eyelashes as she came face to face with her boyfriend. Paul wore a look of amusement on his face. He waited for her little explanation.

"Hey honey." Stephanie smiled innocently. "I was just looking for you."

"Really?" Paul asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I was." Stephanie couldn't help but giggle. "I missed you."

"You missed me?" Paul questioned again messing with her.

"Yeah, I did." Stephanie beamed as she went in for a kiss but her lips met his cheek.

"Sorry, didn't want my nose to get in the way." Paul smirked.

"Oh, you heard that?" Stephanie batted her eyelashes some more. "I, uh…"

"You wanted to get me a nose job." Paul shook his head. "That's fine."

"Hey, where are you going?" Stephanie asked as she watched Paul begin to walk off.

Paul didn't answer Stephanie. He walked away with a smile on his face. He knew she'd follow him. He just had to mess around with her today. Paul looked back behind him and sure enough she was following him. A smirk crept onto his face as he turned a corner. He casually walked down the hall until he came to a door. Stephanie watched as Paul kept walking. She tried calling his name, but he wouldn't answer her. She was afraid that she had upset him. She had to make sure, that he knew she was joking. She watched him as he turned the door knob to a room. As she walked up to the door, she noticed he was in the storage closet. The closets were usually open to everyone during the day. It held a lot of arts and supplies. The room was small and compact with a tiny light bulb. It wasn't that bright in the room. Stephanie wondered why he went in there. She shook it off as she looked to her left and right to make sure no one was watching her. When the coast was clear she opened the door. Stephanie was immediately pulled into the room and the door shut. Once the door was shut, she was gently pushed up against the door as Paul kissed her. When she realized he wasn't mad she hit him.

"Ow…" Paul rubbed his arm. "What was that for?"

"You made me think you were mad at me." Stephanie stated crossing her arms.

"Aw, come on." Paul smirked as he leaned in to her neck as he kissed it.

"No, stop." Stephanie tried to hide her smile as she tried to push him away. Two could play at this game.

"Stephie." Paul said in between kisses to her neck. "You hurt my feelings though."

"No I didn't." Stephanie stated trying not to give in.

"Yeah you did." Paul smirked feeling her give in. "You said my nose was huge."

"Oh, and how do I ever make it up to you?" Stephanie asked caving in.

"I think you know." Paul replied kissing her lips pressing up against her.

"Paul…" Stephanie giggled in between kisses. "We're in school."

"So…" Paul basically ignored what she had said. "No one else is in here."

"What if someone walks in?" Stephanie questioned as she allowed him access to her neck.

"Steph, seriously?" Paul pulled away from her. "How often do people actually come into these closets?"

"Not often." Stephanie blushed.

"It's up to you?" Paul responded looking a Steph in the barely lit room.

"I don't know what it is you have over me." Stephanie smirked as she pulled him to her.

"I thought you'd see it my way." Paul smiled as he kissed her.

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Stacy smiled as she walked into the student lounge. She felt relaxed from her four day weekend. She looked around the lounge and didn't see any of her friends. Stacy figured she'd just read a magazine. She started walking over to the couch when she noticed someone already sitting there. Stacy smiled as she realized who it was. Slowly Stacy went up and sat next to her.

"Hi, I'm Stacy." Stacy spoke introducing herself.

"Hi, I'm Candice." Candice smiled back at Stacy.

"It's nice to meet you." Stacy replied.

"I'm sorry, but have we met before?" Candice couldn't help but notice how familiar she looked.

"Well, I've seen you before…" Stacy started. "But you haven't seen me."

"Where did you see me at?" Candice questioned.

"I saw you at the store on Thanksgiving." Stacy replied. "You were talking to my best friend."

"Randy?" Candice wondered aloud.

"Yeah, Randy." Stacy answered.

"Ok, now I remember." Candice responded. "I saw a picture of you in his room."

"Randy's a great guy." Stacy spoke. "You'll love him."

"I think I already do." Candice blushed.

"What?" Stacy looked at her new found friend. "You two are dating already?"

"Yeah we are." Candice beamed. "We hit it off great."

"Wow, I didn't even know." Stacy shook her head in approval. "I knew he'd pick you up, but I didn't know you two would actually start dating."

"Yeah, is that a good thing?" Candice asked.

"Oh, yeah it's a good thing." Stacy reassured her. "He's a great guy."

"He seems like it." Candice replied.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Candice." Stacy stood up. "We should hang out sometime."

"That would be great." Candice smiled.

"Here's my number." Stacy said handing her a card.

"Is this your real number?" Candice questioned looking at the card.

"Yeah it is." Stacy laughed. "I have it on numerous cards, because I hate taking the time to get a pen and paper."

"Oh, right." Candice laughed.

"See ya." Stacy smiled back leaving the lounge.

Candice smiled at her new found friend. She thought that she wouldn't make any friends. She was thankful that wouldn't be the case. Stacy seemed like a nice enough person, and she seemed to know everyone. Candice was sure she'd make friends. She sighed to herself as she went back to her magazine. As she was about to read an article she looked next to her to find another person sitting next to her.

"Don't trust her." A woman said bluntly.

"Excuse me?" Candice was now confused.

"They are more then just best friends." She spoke

"What are you talking about?" Candice asked. "I don't even know you."

"You may not know me…" She started. "But that doesn't mean you can't trust me."

"Randy told me they were just friends." Candice replied.

"I'm sure he forgot to tell you they dated." She informed Candice.

"They dated?" Candice questioned thinking of the stunning blonde.

"They slept together too." She replied. "They are more then just friends."

"Wow…" Candice looked down at the card in her hand. "She was really nice though."

"That's what she does." She smirked. "She'll make you think that you two are friends, and then she'll pull the friendship card when it comes down to it."

"What do you mean?" Candice asked the girl that she still didn't even know her name.

"She wants Randy all to herself." She answered. "She'll do anything to make sure it stays that way."

"Stacy doesn't seem that cold hearted." Candice stated.

"You sound like you are trying to convince yourself now." She laughed.

"Randy said that Stacy had a boyfriend though." Candice spoke again.

"She wants her cake and she wants to eat it too." She answered. "Trust me, I know."

"How do you know?" Candice asked.

"She faked a pregnancy to keep him from dating someone." She replied.

"Stacy really did that?" Candice didn't know why, but she believed this girl.

"Yeah, she did." She continued. "Why else would a guy like Randy Orton still be up for grabs."

"I don't know…" Candice trailed off.

"Trust me." She stated as the woman stood up and left the area.

Candice sat there thinking to herself. She always knew not to judge people until she got to know them, but this woman seemed to know so many details. Candice thought Stacy was genuinely nice person just from meeting her and the way Randy talked about her. She also thought that Stacy was beautiful. It as almost as if she was perfect. Stacy had a lot to offer. A lot more then what she could offer to Randy. Was she kidding herself? Would this actually be able to work? Could she live up to Stacy Keibler?

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Randy headed down the hall with a purpose. Well not really. He was just on his way to grab something. He walked down the halls and around corners. He had a quick pace going before he quickly turned a corner and next thing he knew, he was flat on his ass. He looked across from himself to see what he had bumped into. There he saw Stacy laying flat on her ass as well. They both looked at each other and started to laugh. Randy stood up and then helped Stacy up. They both dusted off their clothes.

"Sorry." Randy stated with a small laugh.

"It's not a problem." Stacy smiled.

"Are you sure?" Randy asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Stacy spoke. "But why didn't you tell me?"

"Tell you what?" Randy asked.

"That you have a girlfriend." Stacy smirked. "She's pretty."

"You met her?" Randy questioned.

"Yeah, in the lounge." Stacy shook her head. "Well, why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to." Randy replied. "I just haven't had the chance to yet.
"Oh, ok." Stacy giggled. "I'll let that one slide."

"Thanks." Randy smiled. "Where are you heading?"

"That way." Stacy spoke pointing down the hall.

"Me too." Randy stated. "Walk with ya?"

"Sure, I guess." Stacy answered as they both walked down the hall.

Stacy and Randy walked down the hall to where they were heading. They talked about their weekends as they continued down the hall. Once they made it to their destination they stopped outside the door. Randy and Stacy looked at each other oddly. Something wasn't right. They didn't know what, but something was going on. They shared a strange look with each other, before they began to talk.

"What do you need from here anyway?" Stacy asked looking at Randy.

"I need some paint for my next class." Randy answered. "What do you need?"

"A poster board." Stacy replied. "Do you hear that?"

"Yeah I do." Randy responded. "I thought I was the only one hearing it."

"What is it?" Stacy questioned as she looked at the closet.

"I don't know." Randy started. "But it's coming from in there."

"Well, open it." Stacy pushed Randy towards the door.

"Why do I have to open it?" Randy asked.

"Because I said so." Stacy smiled. "I don't want to die first."

"Oh thanks." Randy rolled his eyes with a smile.

"No problem." Stacy stated. "Now open it."

Randy looked at Stacy once more before he put his hand on the door handle. He wasn't sure what was in the closet. It wasn't that he was scared, it was just the fact that he didn't know what was on the other side of the door. Stacy watched as Randy began to turn the knob. Taking a deep breath, Randy ripped the door open to get it over with. Randy and Stacy stood in front of the door with their mouths wide open. You could say their jaws hit the floor at the sight they had just witnessed. Paul and Stephanie were shirtless, and Steph's skirt was hiked up. They were in the middle of something that Randy and Stacy never wanted to see. Paul felt a draft of air as he stopped and looked up. Stephanie taking notice of Paul's actions, she looked too. Paul and Stephanie looked out the door, at Randy and Stacy. They were both red in the face and their mouths the same way. Paul and Steph were in a very awkward position at the moment. They stood their for a minute or two, until reality struck Randy, and he shut the door. Randy and Stacy looked at each other, still wide eyed and speechless. After a minute, they both began to laugh as they ran down the hall together.

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Trish sat at a lunch table by herself. She was trying to eat something. She hadn't been able to eat in a while. Trish knew she had to eat something. Though, she couldn't force herself to eat, she could try to get something in her system. She hadn't seen or heard from Chris the entire weekend. Even though she knew that was going to be the case, she wished she was wrong. Her friends hadn't even heard from him. She had told them that she had gone over to his place to explain everything to him. They were their to comfort her as best as they could. Nothing worked though. She looked up and glanced around the cafeteria. Her eyes quickly landed on Chris. He was just now sitting down at a table with a tray of food. Trish thought about going over to him. She stopped herself from following through with it though. She looked down at her tray. If she couldn't be near him, she'd have to settle for being in the same room as him at the same time.

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Chris sat down at a table alone. Today wasn't going that great. He had Trish in most of his classes, so he had skipped them. Unfortunately to him, he got caught skipping. That meant he had detention. He didn't care at the moment. It was better then going back home and sulking. He was still hurting. It didn't help that he was going to the same school as Trish and Brock. He was lucky that he hadn't seen Brock at all today. He honestly didn't know what he would do if he had seen Brock. Chris looked up as he felt eyes on him. He looked around the room and didn't notice anything. That was until he looked over to the entrance of the cafeteria. It was just his luck. Here came Brock walking in like he owned the place. He remember when Brock was the new guy and knew nothing. It seemed like now, Brock was the king of everything. Chris rolled his eyes as he realized Brock was approaching him.

"Hey Jericho." Brock smirked sitting down next to him.

"Get away from me." Chris stated trying to keep his anger under control.

"What's wrong?" Brock asked knowing full well.

"Lesnar, leave now if you know what's best for you." Chris replied anger building up.

"I thought we were friends." Brock spoke patting Chris' back.

Chris didn't respond to Brock's last statement. The longer that Brock was sitting next to him and talking to him, Chris continued to think of what took place with Brock and Trish. His heart began to race as anger filled him quickly as he continued to think of the two. He asked him to leave twice, but he wasn't listening. Now Brock was asking for it. Chris was at the point to where he couldn't control his temper anymore.

"Wait, I know what's wrong." Brock smirked. "You're upset because I screwed your little girlfriend."

That was the last straw. Once Chris heard those last few words he went off the wall. He turned to his right and threw a full right hand punch into Brock's face. Brock fell back in the chair and landed on the ground. Chris lunged at Brock and began pounding his face in. Chris was like a man possessed while punching Brock in the face. Brock tried to cover his face, but he couldn't fight Chris off. Chris had really lost his mind. A large crowd had formed around the two fighting.

Trish noticed the crowd and wondered what could be going on. She never saw Brock enter the room so she wasn't sure. She stood up throwing her leftovers away and made her way towards the crowd. She managed to shove her way into the group. Finally she was in the very front of the group. Trish's eyes widen as she noticed the fight before her. She covered her mouth as tears began to form in her eyes. She didn't know what to do. She watched as Chris continued to hit Brock in the face and draw blood. Before Trish could make up her mind, a few teachers broke up the fight. Two teachers had to hold Chris back as he tried to lunge at Brock again. Brock had finally sat up on the ground holding his nose. His nose bled all over the place. Trish looked over at Chris with shocked eyes. She couldn't believe that Chris could be that violent. Chris was drenched in Brock's blood. It was all over his shirt and hands. As Trish looked at him, she noticed that he had tears in his eyes again. Chris was still very angry and didn't even notice Trish looking at him. He was glaring daggers at Brock.

"You stay the hell away from her!" Chris yelled.

As Chris yelled that, he felt the teachers loosen their grip on him by accident. Chris took this as his chance to attack again. He jumped on top of Brock again and started punching him in the face again. Chris drew more blood from Brock's face. Brock tried to defend himself, but it was no use. He couldn't go up against Chris. He had lost his mind. The teachers finally gained control of Chris again. They pulled him off of Brock for the second time. Chris seethed as his eyes had the intensity of fire in them. As if Chris had split personalities, his mood changed. His face was now filled with sadness and hurt. Tears filled his eyes, but only a few dropped.

"Stay away from her!" Chris shouted. "Stay away from her!"

Trish bit her lip. She didn't realize how much damage she had done. She could only wonder what had ticked him off. Had Brock said anything? He must have. Chris wasn't the one to flip out this way. She had let her own tears slip down from her eyes. She watched as the teachers took Chris out of the cafeteria slowly dragging him. Chris was putting up a fight to run back, but he failed. He noticed that Brock had sat up again. Brock and Chris had locked eye contact. Chris became sick to his stomach, but he had to make Brock know that he was wrong in what he did.

"She was mine!" Chris cried out. "She was mine!"

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