I'm not really sure if should continue this or not, but well, here's my next chapter...

DISCLAIMER: this story is purely fiction and I own nothing but Sandy's character. I altered some of the facts about the wrestlers found here, to fit the total concept of my story. 

"Hey! Wait up!" a voice called right behind Sandy as she was rushing to her first class. Sandy turned around and saw a tall tanned guy with intense blue eyes gazing at her. It was Randy.

"What are you doing here?" Sandy asked him, with a puzzled look in her eyes.

"Well, I found out from Trish that you're also a Journalism major, so I guess we have all our classes together, so I was wondering if we could, you know, hang out?" Randy shyly asked as they walked down the hall.

"That's the thing, Randy," Sandy irritably explained as she faced him, looking at him straight in the eye, "I don't hang out."

"What's with her?" Randy asked himself as he looked at the leggy brunette Canadian leave him in the hall.

After their classes the whole day, Sandy met up with Trish and Chris in the library for their study group, since they didn't want to study in their rooms or they might fall asleep.

"Hey, girls. How was your first day here in Princeton?" Chris asked as he flopped to the seat next to Trish, giving her a quick peck at the cheek.

"Horrible. You wouldn't believe all the work my professors gave me, and this is only the first day!" Trish complained as she pulled out her notebook.

"Well, mine was bearable, except that your friend Randy tried so hard to bother me in all my classes," Sandy complained.

"Just give him, a chance, Sandy. He's really nice you now," Trish said.

"Besides, Mr. Randy Orton is a guy you can really depend on. I've known him way back since high school," Chris offered.

"Whatever, Chris," Sandy muttered. The two gave her a dirty look. "Alright, alright, I'll give him a chance."

"Good, cause here he comes now," Chris said as Randy approached them and took the seat next to Sandy.

"Hey guys, am I late for the study group?" Randy asked.

"Yes actually. I was just leaving," Sandy said. Trish and Chris gave her another dirty look. "On second thought, I do have a lot of stuff to work on."

"Good, maybe Randy can help you out," Trish mischievously said, winking.

As the four of them finished studying, Chris suddenly said, "Hey Randy, would you mind walking Sandy back to her dorm room? I need Trish to come with me for a second."

"Actually Chris, there's no need for Randy to do that. I can manage," Sandy argued.

"Don't worry about it Sandy. I don't mind," Randy said while he got Sandy's books.

As they were walking back to Sandy's dorm room, Randy suddenly asked, "So what brings a Canadian here in New Jersey?"

"Same reason as you. To study," Sandy said.

"Are you always really this hostile?" Randy asked.

"No. I just really don't like you," Sandy said as she tried to get her books from Randy. He kept it out of her reach. "Come on, Randy, just give me my books. I don't have time for this."

"Not if you let me apologize first with what happened the other day," Randy said.

"Alright, apology accepted," she said. "Now give me my books."

"Not if you let me take you to the movies Saturday night," Randy said, smiling at her.

"Just give me my books, Randy," Sandy warned. She was getting very irritated with Randy, although she had to admit, he was kinda funny.

"Why, you don't like the movies? How about mini-golf then?"

Sandy stomped on Randy's foot and when he dropped his arms she grabbed her books form him, "I'm not interested, Randy. Like I said, I came here to study," she said as she went inside the dorm room building.

"So man, how was it?" Chris asked Randy as he went inside Randy's dorm room, which he shared with a blue-haired New Jersey native, Matt Hardy.

"Don't ask, man." Matt said as he pulled up a chair for Chris to sit on. Randy was sulking by his bed, reading a sports magazine.

"Why, was is bad?" Chris asked, looking at Randy.

"She's not interested. According to her, she came here to study and not to date," Randy said.

"And you believed that? Man, I thought you were a smooth talker," Chris said.

"That's what I told, him, Chris. That girls do always play hard-to-get, so it will not be a problem especially with his smooth lines," Matt offered.

"Look, guys, this isn't like high school. I'm tired of playing around and I don't want to use "the lines" on Sandy. She's different," Randy said as he threw the magazine down the floor.

"Well, someone fell for someone pretty fast," Matt commented.

"Look, Randy, I'll talk to Trish, and I'll see what I can do to make Sandy change her mind," Chris assured Randy.

Meanwhile, two floors up Randy's room, Trish tried to get her friend to talk about what happened with Randy after they left.

"So, tell me what happened?" Trish said as she took off her shoes and started to get ready for bed. Sandy was already in her pajamas.

"Well, he apologized for what he did when I first met him days ago," Sandy said.

"Why, what did he do?" she asked.

"He threw a football at me," Sandy said flatly.

"Ok, then what happened? Did he kiss you?" Trish said.

"What is with you people about trying to set me up with Randy? No, he didn't kiss me, he just asked me to go to the movies with him on Saturday."

Trish squealed in delight. She knew that Randy had a thing for her roommate aside from being so obvious with the way he looked at her. That is why she set up the whole study group thing, to give Randy a chance to ask Sandy out.

"Hey, hey. Get a grip, Trish," Sandy said as she ran her fingers through her long black hair, "I turned him down."

"But why? Don't you like him? He's really nice, you know," Trish said.

"Well, because I've gotten to know him, he can be really nice and funny, in a brotherly sort of way," Sandy said. "But like I said, I came here to Princeton to study, and I don't have time for all these dating stuff."

Did you guys like it? What do you think is the real reason why Sandy keeps on turning down Randy? Well, I need your reviews first and wait for the next chapter! 