To Find Love Again
A Sean O'Haire fan fic
Author Note: I own nothing.
Author Note 2: Thank you for the reviews thus far! I thought I would bore you guys to death! Trust me, it gets better!
Chapter Two
Trista began to set up her laptop on the podium that stood in the back of the classroom for lecture. Since her first class was keyboarding, she pretty much didn't need to do much with the class but to instruct timed writings, and work with the two online classes she had, if not grade any papers. She long had stopped worrying about her situation with her husband. She had a job to do, and besides, she had all weekend to deal with it.
After setting up and turning on the projector machine, she went back to her desk and grabbed the teachers manual to the Intro class. Dismissing her class, she went over her lesson while waiting on the students for the next class to come on. Once they were all settled, Trista instructed them to take notes and began her lecture.
"Good morning class. I told you earlier this week that we will have lecture today. In this class, we will lecture every Friday for the rest of the quarter. I expect you to take notes and ask any questions that you might have. I will also, at the end of each lecture, give you an opportunity to ask questions. If you wait until you do your performance skill exercises, tough luck. I told you at the beginning of the quarter that I will deduct points. Have I made myself clear?"
The students stayed silent. Just then, Stacy had walked in, of course being loud and obnoxious. Trista had to keep her professionalism and ordered Stacy to sit beside her desk and to be quiet. After a moment, she began her lecture, going into Word and going through each step of the worksheet she had, talking as she did it. It took about 30 minutes to go through the assignment, and ask each student if they had questions. Finding that everyone didn't have many questions, Trista gave them their assignment, unhooked her laptop, etc and went back to her desk.
"Stacy, you knew better then to show out like that," Trista scolded.
"I'm sorry, I just said hey and hugged you he he," she replied.
Trista and Stacy had chatted for awhile before her next class had began. It was strictly a lecture class, so while Trista would lecture on, Stacy would listen closely. It was a office procedures class, and basically they talked about the do's and don'ts of the office setting and stuff like that. Trista was talking about the importance of stress, and Stacy listened with great interest while Trista's students did the same.
"Basically, there is stress in whatever you do. Stress can be good or bad. I want to talk about the bad stress first. And that leads me to ask for your homework last night." The girls all groaned and handed in their papers to her. Stacy chuckled at the memory of her doing the same thing in school. Homework blew.
Trista then had asked several questions about what some of them do to relieve their stress . After that, Trista went on to do what she did best; talk about herself.
"As you all know, my husband is a wrestler, and is gone all the time. He only comes home for about three days and he is gone again. That is enough stress for myself, but I usually do things to keep myself busy and not worry as much about him. I shouldn't worry because he is good at what he does. He is careful as what he does to the other guys, and keeps in touch as well. Take last week for instance. He was gone for about two weeks; no break, he went overseas one week and the next week, he was halfway across the country from us. But anyways like I was saying, I do things to keep me from being stressed out from not seeing my husband. Manicures, hang out with friends, writing. Little things like that can keep you busy if you put forth your effort. Believe me; take it from someone who knows what they are talking about."
Trista continued on her lecture, accidentally getting carried away and dismissed them 5 minutes late. Stacy thoroughly enjoyed that lecture, and even commented on the stress factor as far as her work was concerned. They were good students and they had a lot to say as well. No wonder Trista enjoyed her job; she made it fun for everyone, due to her outgoing personality and "go with the flow" aura about herself. Stacy smiled to herself as Trista took up papers and got back to her seat.
It was 12:30 before Leia and Shelly had come by to meet up with Trista. She had just finished with her last lecture of the day, and decided to dismiss the students early and told them to prepare for their case study on Monday. Sorting out some things, she had been set for when she came back; she was ready to head out for lunch. The group had found Mercedes and headed out to Subway for a light lunch and gabbing about whatever they had to say.
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"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Run that by me again!" Trista demanded.
"For the past 2 months, we think Sean has been acting funny as far as relationships are concerned," Leia said. "Stacy and I tried to keep an eye on him, but you know how that is with the brand extension and not seeing each other all the time."
"How do you know this?"
"Well when he was on Raw for inter-promotion, Jackie Gayda was all over him and stuff the whole 3 days he was there," Stacy added.
"And Glen said that Jackie had the nerve to slip him her number and say naughty things to him!" Shelly interjected.
Trista was outraged at what she was hearing. For some reason, she didn't want to believe it. But then again her friends would not lie to her. Sean was everything in this world to her, and she risked countless opportunities and her own career to be with him. If anything, she knew that her friends would know more then her at this point. Maybe Torrie wasn't messing around with him after all. Frustrated, Trista left and went back to the college to finish up her work. She had other things to do until then.
After grading some things and making out plans for next week, Trista headed home. Maybe things were okay, and they were just looking out for her. She refused to believe that Sean would screw around like that. She knew that he was like that before they started dating, but when he was with her, he was a different man.
She pushed the thought away when she pulled up into the driveway. Sean was in the backyard, in the Olympic-sized pool. Figuring he was working out, Trista went inside and continued her work in her home office. She put in a Staind CD in the small CD player that was in the corner and went back to work, leaving Sean be for awhile.
Two hours later, she was still doing reports and dealing with some things with the online classes she had. She was sending out their grade for the week and filing their papers in the folders. She didn't notice Sean coming in and stopping the CD. He silently came up behind her and placed his strong hands on her shoulders.
Trista nearly jumped in surprise. After a brief conversation, Sean had jumped into the shower, while she changed into a light blue sundress and wore white slip on sandals. He had wanted to take her out to dinner. Fine with her, maybe everything was okay. He had also said after dinner they would go to Glen's house to visit.
Dinner at Red Lobster was going smoothly as planned. Since Sean was deemed as a "celebrity", they were seated at a less-crowded area. Trista had always like quieter areas; it was more romantic in a way and more private. During the meal, Sean was his usual self, telling her about weekend plans, and they gossiped over general things. Little did she know that Torrie was watching them. Closely.
Torrie Wilson had seen them come in and get a reserved seating. The night before, she left a message asking him to meet her for dinner tonight, and just ironically they show up at the same restaurant. He must not have gotten the message.
She continued to watch as the couple laughed and enjoyed their time together. Oh, how much she wanted to be with him right now. She had been laying low with him for months now. She knew he was married, but she was determined to change that fact. It all began with a little seduction, which led to fiery passion that both she and Sean longed for. His wife could never give him what she had. She was nothing in comparison to Torrie.
Then Jackie Gayda stepped into the picture. She was trying to get in his bed. If Torrie didn't do the whipping first, ask questions later, there would have been a worse scenario. After the inter-promotion was done, they had 2 days off before heading overseas. Instead of going home to his wife, he was with Torrie, rocking her world and she did for him in return.
Torrie sighed loudly. She was getting real irritated watching the couple. Every time he would lay a hand upon the small of her back, every time he would get closer to her, it made Torrie mad. She just wished Sean would leave Trista sooner and they could continue their relationship. But knowing Sean, he would take forever executing his plans.
Sean had gone to pay the bill while Trista finished up. She ate kind of slow, 1.) Being that she and Sean talk too much and 2.) She felt as if someone was watching her. She couldn't place it. Sean was acting normal to her, and everything seemed fine. Yet, she couldn't shake the thought of him cheating on her from her head.
The visit to Glen's house was alright. Shelly had made brownies for everyone and the guy all drank a couple beers. While they did that, the girls went outside on the patio to talk gossip, only to argue again over Sean. They only stayed at Glen's house for about an hour and a half. Trista was stressed out from all the news she had heard today; until she seen or noticed something, she wasn't going to worry about it. Trista knew that deep down, Sean O'Haire loved her and she did the same. It seemed as nothing would drive them apart, so she thinks.
"Mm, honey I am going to bed," she kissed him goodnight.
Sean returned her kiss. After his wife went upstairs, he grabbed his cell phone and walked out to the patio....to call Torrie.
A Sean O'Haire fan fic
Author Note: I own nothing.
Author Note 2: Thank you for the reviews thus far! I thought I would bore you guys to death! Trust me, it gets better!
Chapter Two
Trista began to set up her laptop on the podium that stood in the back of the classroom for lecture. Since her first class was keyboarding, she pretty much didn't need to do much with the class but to instruct timed writings, and work with the two online classes she had, if not grade any papers. She long had stopped worrying about her situation with her husband. She had a job to do, and besides, she had all weekend to deal with it.
After setting up and turning on the projector machine, she went back to her desk and grabbed the teachers manual to the Intro class. Dismissing her class, she went over her lesson while waiting on the students for the next class to come on. Once they were all settled, Trista instructed them to take notes and began her lecture.
"Good morning class. I told you earlier this week that we will have lecture today. In this class, we will lecture every Friday for the rest of the quarter. I expect you to take notes and ask any questions that you might have. I will also, at the end of each lecture, give you an opportunity to ask questions. If you wait until you do your performance skill exercises, tough luck. I told you at the beginning of the quarter that I will deduct points. Have I made myself clear?"
The students stayed silent. Just then, Stacy had walked in, of course being loud and obnoxious. Trista had to keep her professionalism and ordered Stacy to sit beside her desk and to be quiet. After a moment, she began her lecture, going into Word and going through each step of the worksheet she had, talking as she did it. It took about 30 minutes to go through the assignment, and ask each student if they had questions. Finding that everyone didn't have many questions, Trista gave them their assignment, unhooked her laptop, etc and went back to her desk.
"Stacy, you knew better then to show out like that," Trista scolded.
"I'm sorry, I just said hey and hugged you he he," she replied.
Trista and Stacy had chatted for awhile before her next class had began. It was strictly a lecture class, so while Trista would lecture on, Stacy would listen closely. It was a office procedures class, and basically they talked about the do's and don'ts of the office setting and stuff like that. Trista was talking about the importance of stress, and Stacy listened with great interest while Trista's students did the same.
"Basically, there is stress in whatever you do. Stress can be good or bad. I want to talk about the bad stress first. And that leads me to ask for your homework last night." The girls all groaned and handed in their papers to her. Stacy chuckled at the memory of her doing the same thing in school. Homework blew.
Trista then had asked several questions about what some of them do to relieve their stress . After that, Trista went on to do what she did best; talk about herself.
"As you all know, my husband is a wrestler, and is gone all the time. He only comes home for about three days and he is gone again. That is enough stress for myself, but I usually do things to keep myself busy and not worry as much about him. I shouldn't worry because he is good at what he does. He is careful as what he does to the other guys, and keeps in touch as well. Take last week for instance. He was gone for about two weeks; no break, he went overseas one week and the next week, he was halfway across the country from us. But anyways like I was saying, I do things to keep me from being stressed out from not seeing my husband. Manicures, hang out with friends, writing. Little things like that can keep you busy if you put forth your effort. Believe me; take it from someone who knows what they are talking about."
Trista continued on her lecture, accidentally getting carried away and dismissed them 5 minutes late. Stacy thoroughly enjoyed that lecture, and even commented on the stress factor as far as her work was concerned. They were good students and they had a lot to say as well. No wonder Trista enjoyed her job; she made it fun for everyone, due to her outgoing personality and "go with the flow" aura about herself. Stacy smiled to herself as Trista took up papers and got back to her seat.
It was 12:30 before Leia and Shelly had come by to meet up with Trista. She had just finished with her last lecture of the day, and decided to dismiss the students early and told them to prepare for their case study on Monday. Sorting out some things, she had been set for when she came back; she was ready to head out for lunch. The group had found Mercedes and headed out to Subway for a light lunch and gabbing about whatever they had to say.
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"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Run that by me again!" Trista demanded.
"For the past 2 months, we think Sean has been acting funny as far as relationships are concerned," Leia said. "Stacy and I tried to keep an eye on him, but you know how that is with the brand extension and not seeing each other all the time."
"How do you know this?"
"Well when he was on Raw for inter-promotion, Jackie Gayda was all over him and stuff the whole 3 days he was there," Stacy added.
"And Glen said that Jackie had the nerve to slip him her number and say naughty things to him!" Shelly interjected.
Trista was outraged at what she was hearing. For some reason, she didn't want to believe it. But then again her friends would not lie to her. Sean was everything in this world to her, and she risked countless opportunities and her own career to be with him. If anything, she knew that her friends would know more then her at this point. Maybe Torrie wasn't messing around with him after all. Frustrated, Trista left and went back to the college to finish up her work. She had other things to do until then.
After grading some things and making out plans for next week, Trista headed home. Maybe things were okay, and they were just looking out for her. She refused to believe that Sean would screw around like that. She knew that he was like that before they started dating, but when he was with her, he was a different man.
She pushed the thought away when she pulled up into the driveway. Sean was in the backyard, in the Olympic-sized pool. Figuring he was working out, Trista went inside and continued her work in her home office. She put in a Staind CD in the small CD player that was in the corner and went back to work, leaving Sean be for awhile.
Two hours later, she was still doing reports and dealing with some things with the online classes she had. She was sending out their grade for the week and filing their papers in the folders. She didn't notice Sean coming in and stopping the CD. He silently came up behind her and placed his strong hands on her shoulders.
Trista nearly jumped in surprise. After a brief conversation, Sean had jumped into the shower, while she changed into a light blue sundress and wore white slip on sandals. He had wanted to take her out to dinner. Fine with her, maybe everything was okay. He had also said after dinner they would go to Glen's house to visit.
Dinner at Red Lobster was going smoothly as planned. Since Sean was deemed as a "celebrity", they were seated at a less-crowded area. Trista had always like quieter areas; it was more romantic in a way and more private. During the meal, Sean was his usual self, telling her about weekend plans, and they gossiped over general things. Little did she know that Torrie was watching them. Closely.
Torrie Wilson had seen them come in and get a reserved seating. The night before, she left a message asking him to meet her for dinner tonight, and just ironically they show up at the same restaurant. He must not have gotten the message.
She continued to watch as the couple laughed and enjoyed their time together. Oh, how much she wanted to be with him right now. She had been laying low with him for months now. She knew he was married, but she was determined to change that fact. It all began with a little seduction, which led to fiery passion that both she and Sean longed for. His wife could never give him what she had. She was nothing in comparison to Torrie.
Then Jackie Gayda stepped into the picture. She was trying to get in his bed. If Torrie didn't do the whipping first, ask questions later, there would have been a worse scenario. After the inter-promotion was done, they had 2 days off before heading overseas. Instead of going home to his wife, he was with Torrie, rocking her world and she did for him in return.
Torrie sighed loudly. She was getting real irritated watching the couple. Every time he would lay a hand upon the small of her back, every time he would get closer to her, it made Torrie mad. She just wished Sean would leave Trista sooner and they could continue their relationship. But knowing Sean, he would take forever executing his plans.
Sean had gone to pay the bill while Trista finished up. She ate kind of slow, 1.) Being that she and Sean talk too much and 2.) She felt as if someone was watching her. She couldn't place it. Sean was acting normal to her, and everything seemed fine. Yet, she couldn't shake the thought of him cheating on her from her head.
The visit to Glen's house was alright. Shelly had made brownies for everyone and the guy all drank a couple beers. While they did that, the girls went outside on the patio to talk gossip, only to argue again over Sean. They only stayed at Glen's house for about an hour and a half. Trista was stressed out from all the news she had heard today; until she seen or noticed something, she wasn't going to worry about it. Trista knew that deep down, Sean O'Haire loved her and she did the same. It seemed as nothing would drive them apart, so she thinks.
"Mm, honey I am going to bed," she kissed him goodnight.
Sean returned her kiss. After his wife went upstairs, he grabbed his cell phone and walked out to the patio....to call Torrie.