It was now 2008. The night of Chase, Randy and Angela's high school reunion. A beautiful, tan long haired blonde got out of a red Mercedes. She walked into a lobby and up to an information table. Next to the table was a blown up picture of the graduating class of 1998.
"Hi I'm here for the Westlake High reunion." She said. "I'm-
"You're Chase Monroe." The woman behind the table said excitedly. "I'm a huge fan." "I've seen all of your movies."
"Thank you." "Before I was Chase Monroe, my name was Chase Logan."
"Chase Logan?" She said in disbelief.
"Yes."
The woman got up and pointed to Chase's yearbook photo. "You're her?"
"Yes."
"Wow you look so different." "We had a couple classes together, I'm Katherine Potter."
"I remember you." "Student body president right?"
"Yes." "Here's your name tag." She said handing it to her.
"Thanks." She said taking it.
"Right through those double doors is the reception hall."
"Thanks."
Chase went inside. A few people recognized her. She went to the open bar and got a glass of champagne. After mingling around she saw someone she knew. She went up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around.
"Hi Trevor." She said.
"Hi." He said trying to figure out who she was.
"You don't know who I am do you?"
"You look familiar." "Are you an actress?"
"Yes."
A woman came and stood beside Trevor. "Oh my god, honey, it's Chase Monroe." She said.
"That's how I know you." Trevor said.
"You know me another way to." Chase said. "I'm Chase Logan."
"You are not."
"I'm afraid so."
"Wow." "This is my wife Cynthia." "Cynthia this is Chase." "We dated in high school."
"You never told me you dated Chase Monroe." Cynthia said.
"I didn't know it was her." He looked at Chase. "Well I'd ask what you've been doing since high school but I already know."
"You might know what I've been doing but I don't know what you've been doing." Chase said.
"I'm a wide receiver for the Pittsburgh Steelers."
"That's great." "How long have you been married?"
"Six years."
"Do you have any children?"
"A two year old girl."
"I'll come back to you guys." "Nice meeting you Cynthia."
"Nice meeting you to." Cynthia said.
Chase was walking around. She saw who she thought was Angela and went over to her.
"Angela Morse?" Chase asked.
"Yeah." "Chase Monroe, what are you doing here?"
"Come on, not even you know me?" "I know I look different but it's me." "Maybe you'd recognize me if I was wearing glasses."
"Glasses?" "I had a friend in high school who wore glasses but- "Wait, are you Chase Logan?"
"Yeah."
"You look wonderful, plastic surgery?"
"Just my boobs." "Oh." She said noticing Angela was pregnant. "How many months?"
"Five."
"Your first?"
"Third." "My husband and I have two boys."
"How long have you been married?"
"Eight years."
"I'm sorry for everything I said back then."
"It's no big deal, it was a long time ago." "I can't believe it's been eleven years since we've talked."
"I know."
"So you're a world famous, golden goble winning actress."
"What do you do?"
"I'm a stay at home mommy." "My husband's a cardiologist." "Are you married?"
"No."
About an hour later Chase was at the buffet table. She glanced over and saw Randy standing beside her.
"Randy Orton." She said happily and smiling.
"Hey aren't you that one actress, Chase Monroe?" He asked.
She laughed. "Randy, it's me." He looked at her confused. "What do you get when you take X and divide it by three?"
"No." "You're name isn't Chase Monroe, it's Chase Logan."
"Legally it's Monroe now but yeah."
"You look gorgeous."
"Thanks." "You look pretty cute yourself."
"Thanks."
"You have tattoos." She said noticing them partially sticking out of his long sleeved shirt. "What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a professional wrestler."
"For that company you used to watch on TV?"
"Yeah."
"That's great."
An hour later Chase was getting ready to leave. She found Randy.
"I'm leaving." She said. "It was great to see you again."
"It was great to see you to." They hugged. "Chase, are you single?"
"Yes."
"Can I have your number?"
"Well, are you single?" "I'm not doing what we did in high school." She said smiling.
"Yes I'm single, I swear."
"I'll give you my cell and home numbers." "I'm hardly ever home." "I travel a lot."
"Me to."
"Bye."
"Bye." She left.