Author's Notes: Hey all. This is, (obviously) the second chapter to the story. Thanks to all the great reviews so far. I was going to wait a while to post this chapter, but I decided to keep you intrigued while I had you. This is also a promise that I will continue posting this story. I love writing it and dish out almost a chapter every two nights. So far I have seven finished chapters and am almost finished with the eighth chapter. Please let me know what you think, this one is my baby.

Break for Dinner

So that's how I ended up on the back of Matt's bike when we pulled into Roadhouse Grill around seven-thirty.

"What're we doing here?" I asked as he turned off the engine and kicked out the kickstand.

"I was getting hungry, thought we'd get something to eat." He replied casually, waiting for me to slid off.

"Wait, I . . . I'm supposed to meet Trish at eight for her break." I said and he turned around on the bike to give me a strange look.

"Trish Stratus?" he asked, looking incredulous.

"Yeah" I replied with a 'so what' look.

"The cheerleader?" he asked, clearly not believing me.

"Yes, Trish Stratus, the Cheerleader. Why is that so hard to believe?" I asked with a frown, getting a little mad. I couldn't help it though, I was sick of getting that reaction from everyone.

"Sorry," he replied at seeing how I was reacting to his comments. "Just . . . she's a Townie, a cheerleader Townie at that," Matt said.

"Well, technically, so am I. A Townie, I mean." I stated a little reluctantly looking down at the tail of his jacket. I had a feeling he thought I was a Buzzer but I figured he should know what he's into.

Let me explain. Buzzers live in the more rural parts of the country. They were dubbed so in elementary school, when almost all of the boys had buzz haircuts. Townies, you guessed it, live in town. Townies think they're cooler because they have better clothes, cars and more money as all their parents are layers, doctors, ext. Buzzers think they're cooler because they're not stuck up and know how to fix things as well as hot wires cars because their parents own chop shops or are farmers, ext. There are also sub categories, like Jock Townies, Cheerleader Townies or JD (Juvenile Delinquent) Buzzers and Stoner Buzzers.

So Matt stared at me for a minute with this shocked look on his face. "Lie." He finally said as I wondered how to get him to go. Trish was probably waiting for me and she'd be pissed if I stood her up, no matter how hot Matt was.

"No lie." I said while Matt, apparently taking the hint, started up the bike.

"But . . . but you fix cars and your in detention and . . . you can't be a townie. Trish can't be your friend." He said.

"Best friend." I corrected.

Matt sped out of the parking lot so fast that I had to clutch him so as not to fall off. "So what are you then, a wannabe Buzzer?" he called back to me and I could hear the irritation in his voice.

"No," I answered offended. "I'm . . . I dunno, a JD Townie I guess. I've done the unspeakable and crossed over." I called back to him and, before he could reply, added "You mad at me for not telling you right away?" I tightened my arms around him as I slid forward on the seat so there was no space between us.

"No . . . Not mad. Just a little surprised is all." He replied and I was happy to note that the annoyance in his voice was gone.

"I've known Trish since kindergarten so, even though we're complete opposites we get along pretty well." I explained.

"That makes sense." He replied as we pulled into the DQ parking lot. Trish was sitting in one of those plastic table and chair sets looking more that slightly upset.

"Well, look who finally decides to show." She said while I slid off the bike, handing Matt the helmet. I could see Trish give Matt the once over, only not the way I had.

"Sorry Trish. Matt just came by and we took a ride. Ange let me off early cuz I finished up the work." I explained. "Uh-huh." was all she said.

"Well, I'll catch you later Amy." Matt spoke up.

"Thanks for the ride." I said, turning to him.

"Anytime." He replied, starting up the engine with a kick.

"Really?" I asked with a half smile. Matt gave me a quizzical look, then smiled back at me.

"Want a ride home?" he asked as if reading my mind.

"Yeah, that'd be great. If you don't mind." I answered smiling fully at him.

"Sure, I have to pick something up but I'll meet you back here in an hour." He said right before he took off.

"You have got to be kidding me." Trish said as we made our way across the street.

"What?" I asked already knowing where this was going.

"He is a Buzzer." Trish informed me.

"I know, he sits next to me in detention." I replied, trying not to smile. Well, okay he sat next to me in detention. For two weeks.

"Geez Amy, it figures. I can't believe you even talked to him." She went on and I opened the door for her to precede me into Pizza Hut.

"What does a Buzzer and a JD Townie make?" I asked. I just loved messing with Trish. I wish you could have seen her face when I got off his bike; she looked like she might have fainted.

"Trouble, that's what. Townies and Buzzers Do Not Mix." She replied to my question.

"Don't be a snob." I said before biting into my pizza. Trish, as usual, called ahead so it would be ready in time for her break.

"That's just how things are Amy. I told you dressing like that would get you mistaken for a Buzzer. Now you have them following you around and I can't believe you asked him for a ride." I think I mentioned I've known Trish since kindergarten? Yeah, so just because she can be somewhat of a snob, the good in her outweighs the bad. Most of the time. I'm hoping she'll chill out by college.

"Trish" I said in my most calm voice. "He's really nice and we have a lot in common. Alex and his little brother are friends too, isn't that weird?" I asked.

"Yeah, weird." She replied, as if suddenly losing interest in the conversation. Following her gaze, I discovered why. Since the sixth grade(which is when he moved here), Trish has had only one crush; a guy named Chris Irvine. As luck would have it, he just walked in with two of his friends, guys I knew from school named Adam and Jay.

"Why don't you just go say hi?" I asked, glad for the distraction from Matt.

"Right." Was all Trish said before digging into her pizza. It's really weird to see her like this, she's usually so outgoing.

Like I said, she's the most popular girl in our grade so you'd figure she wouldn't have any trouble talking to a guy she likes, right? Wrong. She flirts with some of the guys on the football team, never really seriously. I think she just does it because, as the head cheerleader, it's expected of her. Why doesn't she try and start up a conversation with Chris? Maybe it's because he's a grade a head of us; not that that's ever stopped some of the guys from asking Trish out.

Though maybe it's because he, like me, is Buzzer friendly. Technically a Townie, he does hang out with a lot of buzzer's, though not exclusively. Now that I think about it, I see Matt with Adam and Jay's group a lot. Hmm, this could definitely prove useful; maybe through the grapevine I could get Trish and Chris together. Then Trish would see how good Buzzers can be and would get off my back about Matt.

"Your mom is going to freak when she finds out your riding around on a Buzzer's bike." Damn, no such luck. With the distraction, I mean. Though her eyes did dart from me to him to her pizza, then back again.

"Give me a break Trish, like my mom would find out anyway." I replied, glancing at my watch as Trish glanced at Chris.

"'I have to go pick up something.' Gee, I wonder what he could be talking about." She added, rolling her eyes. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Chris pick up his pizza and follow the guys out the door.

"Not all Buzzers smoke pot Trish." I pointed out. I highly doubted Matt did. I mean, I didn't know how that well, it's true. But all the smokers hang out together, so everyone knew who they were and I had never seen Matt with them.

"Come on, I have to get back to work." She said, standing up as I took our tray and threw the trash out.

"Huh, guess he's late." Trish commented with a pointed look at her watch as we reached DQ with no sign of Matt.

"Don't sound to happy. I'll see you later." I said, shaking my head.

"What are you going to do if he doesn't show?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow. With a glance to the shop, I noticed Ange had locked up and went home.

"I'll call my mom I guess." I said with a shrug.

"Fine. See ya." Trish huffed and went back into work.

I popped a piece of gum into my mouth and leaned against the building. A girl did not greet a potential date with pizza breath, this much I knew. Besides, I was a gum fiend; it used up all my nervous energy. So either that or I was bouncing off the walls especially when I had to sit still for any length of time. I was only waiting about five minutes when a familiar Vette pulled into the parking lot.

"Well, hello there. Need a ride?" Dean asked, smiling.

"Get lost." You might think I was being a little cruel; but if you had to deal with Dean Malenko on a daily basis like I did you'd soon find out that, unfortunately, he doesn't take anything you say seriously. Even though I wasn't looking forward to calling my mother if Matt didn't show, it wasn't as bad as accepting a ride from Dean.

Before Dean could reply however, I heard the now familiar sound of Matt's Indian. I looked to the left where he was just pulling into the parking lot, up behind Dean. Smiling widely from where I was leaning against the building, I called out

"Hey stranger. Give a girl a ride?"

Matt removed his helmet and looked at me for a second before nodding slightly. Was he really just thinking about it? Nah, probably just thinking about how cute I am. Right.

Matt then glanced over at Dean as if noticing him for the first time and I noticed a look of detest in his eyes.

"Ready?" he asked, turning back to me. Without answering, I walked over to his bike and took the offered helmet.

"Let's ride." I said as I slide onto the bike, wrapping my arms around Matt's waist. Without another word to Dean, who at this point looked mad and confused, we sped out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

At the first stoplight, Matt half turned back to me.

"What did Dean want?" He asked.

"Oh, nothing really. He just always follows Trish and me around. I swear, that guy does not know how to take a hint."

"He looked pissed when I showed up." Matt commented.

"Good, maybe now he'll learn what the words 'Get lost' mean." I replied hopefully. Hey, a girl can dream.

"You got to be home soon?" he called over the noise as we flew down the street.

"No." I called back.

PS Notes: I just wanted to say I've always been a Trish/Jeff kinda girl myself; but since Jeff is thirteen in this and Trish sixteen, that wasn't really possibly. Even though if Jeff was twenty and Trish twenty-three, it would be perfectly fine. Weird, huh? Anyway, back on track. Since the Jericho/Trish storyline(When they were actually together, of course) I noticed they make a cute couple as well, so I substituted Jeff for Chris. You know, in case you were wondering. Thanks all.