A/N: Randy's going to be on Smackdown and John's going to be on Raw! Oh, they won't be together… that's so sad! But it's okay, I guess. I'm still watching them.

Well, thanks for the reviews. Loved them. I noticed some typos in my last chapter, so I'm trying not to have any in this one.

Yeah, poor Stace is so embarrassed, but it's all part of the story! I don't know, I just love writing about that kind of stuff, I guess.

Before I forget, I decided to add in a bit of a mysterious John-Torrie thing.

I'm keeping this Author's note short, okay? Here's the fic.

Chapter Four

RKO. SMK. Just a bunch of initials. But when they're written with red spray paint, in a heart pierced with an arrow, on the school wall, well… …

"I hate Randy Orton!" Stacy glared at the red heart and at all the other newly-painted graffiti.

"Oh, come on, Stace. You know Randy doesn't do graffiti," Torrie Wilson said soothingly to her best friend.

"He doesn't, but he's the reason why everyone smiles teasingly when they see me. Either that or a bunch of girls give me death glares or jealous glances or worshipful looks. I don't like it."

"Umm… well… Maybe he's not really the reason, Stace. Maybe you are." Torrie said.

Stacy looked at her with a deadly stare she almost never used. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

The pretty swimmer wasn't fazed at all. "Well, he obviously likes you, that's why he dedicated that poem to you in English. And what's the reason he likes you? You." Torrie smiled at her own reasoning.

"Torrie, are you telling me you believe that Randy-likes-me thing?" Stacy said in a disbelieving tone.

"Well… John says Randy doesn't take girls seriously, and he never goes out in pursuit of one. He dates for fun. And he also says this is the first time Randy actually spoke about girls when he's out with John and Chris. Before you came, he didn't really care. Oh, and John says Randy's not himself when it's all about you. And that poem thing? That was so out of Randy character, and isn't being out of your own character a sign of being in serious love?" Torrie blabbered, without really thinking of the words coming from her lips.

Stacy's brow almost reached her hairline. "SO… John, huh?"

"Oh!" Torrie turned red. "Umm… really, Stace, don't even try to change the subject!"

"So what's with you and Mr. Word Life?"

"If you must know… He was my partner in drama class, remember? And when we practiced, well, we hit it off and we had a lot of laughs and everything. He was really nice! Oh, and we talked about the Randy thing once, too."

"Uh-huh… And?"

Torrie looked for a way out. "And… based on what he said, Randy really does like you."

000OOO000

"Dawg, that Randy-Stacy thing is all over campus," John Cena observed, taking in the graffiti, the snatches of conversation, and the looks thrown their way.

"And take a look at this." Chris Jericho grabbed a copy of the school newspaper from a stack on a small table and held it for his friends to see. RANDY ORTON'S FIRST REAL FLAME, it said in big, bold letters. Stacy's and Randy's pictures where there, side by side.

Randy Orton grabbed the paper and gazed at the pictures. "We do look nice together, don't we?"

John smiled and shook his head. "That's if she can still stand the sight of you."

"What!" Randy looked shocked.

"That poem was embarrassing city, dawg. Stacy must have melted."

Randy looked blank. "I don't get you."

"Yeah." Jericho cut in. "I don't get it either."

"That's because you're both so busy playing around that you never notice how they feel. Things like that are sweet when you're an item, but when you're not…" John explained.

Jericho snorted.

"Since when were you a girl-care expert?" Randy wanted to know.

"I'm not saying I am," John answered. "Just some things I learned from Torrie..."

"Torrie?" Jericho asked. "So you're together now?"

John turned a little red. "Not really. Just… uhh…" He stopped thinking for a possible excuse when he saw his best bud's face.

Randy looked like he was deep in thought.

000OOO000

"Hi Stace!" Christy Hemme greeted her friend. "How are you doing?"

"Oh fine," Stacy said sarcastically. "The world's biggest slut just told me all about how I trespassed on "her" territory."

"Who? Trish Stratus?" Christy asked disdainfully.

"Yeah. So I told her not to worry, she'd have a lot more territories to mark, beginning with Nelson Frazier (A/N: he's Viscera)." Stacy answered, referring to the humongous pervert who had set his sights on the flirtatious blonde.

"That's right." Christy said. "Don't worry, Stace. Randy doesn't like her, he likes you."

"Christy… … I don't like him."

"From what I heard from you, girl, you just told Trish off over him. Now, what do you think that means?"

"I'm just tired of what people have been saying!"

"Oh. So it's either that or you've got some sort of feeling for him deep down that you just don't want to admit."

Who knows? Stacy thought. Come to think of it, I don't know if I really hate him or what. There's just something about his words and actions the past week… like that "I can't force you but maybe the universe will" thing… and a lot of other stuff! I don't get him!

Christy broke into her thoughts. "So, what's your plan for English class?"

"I don't know, Christy. I haven't really thought about it, despite everything. I'll just face it, I guess."

000OOO000

ENGLISH CLASS!

"Miss Keibler!" Miss Zemanov was fairly bursting with excitement. "After Mr. Orton's simply wonderful performance yesterday, I believe it's your turn to tell us how you felt?

Like the other day, the day was filled with snickers and hoots.

"Silence!" the teacher called out. "Sweetheart?"

Taking a deep, long breath, Stacy stood up. Her voice was soft and halting. "Umm… Miss Zemanov, I- "

Randy interrupted her by making a loud noise with his chair as he stood up. "Miss!"

"Yes, Mr. Orton?"

"I don't believe you have to force her to speak about her feelings in front of the class."

Stacy looked at Randy with shock. What is he doing!

"Feelings aren't opened up in a split second to anyone. Showing your true feelings may take a whole lot of time. And feelings aren't shared to a simple, random group of people. As for the feelings about yesterday's poem… I believe she has the right to keep them to herself."

The teacher smiled understandingly. "All right. Take your seat, Miss Keibler. Today we shall simply discuss the contents of the poem… …"

Several people groaned; Stacy Keibler's reaction to the poem would have been worth seeing.

Randy slammed his fist on his desk and glared at the grumblers. "You got a fucking problem with that!" The room fell silent as they shut their mouths.

000OOO000

I can't believe this, Stacy thought. He just cut me a break. But why! She looked over at him. He was gazing malevolently at the people who had groaned in disappointment over his statement. After a while, his face relaxed and he looked like he was pondering on something.

000OOO000

Feelings aren't opened up in a split second, huh? Randy mentally smirked at the memory of the words he had just said. Just the total opposite of what I did yesterday.

"That poem was embarrassing city, dawg." His best friend's voice rang in his mind.

I am NOT making her feel bad.

He glanced over at Stacy, and then his mind gasped. She was staring at him quite questioningly, like she was asking him about what he had just done. He looked deep into her eyes, which were filled with unspoken questions.

Stace… I do like you, whatever you may think I really feel. And if any of my stupid actions might make me lose you even before I even have you… Well, that would be the biggest mistake of my life.

000OOO000

Stacy looked down, breaking eye contact with Randy. What is he thinking? Heck, I don't even know what I myself am really thinking about. I don't know anything, and this is getting confusing.

She quickly made up her mind. I really need to sort everything out.

End of Chapter

A/N: Well? I think this is maybe the longest chapter. And I really need to know what you think. Was it cheesy? Was it too long? Or is it okay? Tell me, 'because I wasn't feeling so good when I wrote this thing.

Chapter Five: Continuation of this chapter… Stacy gathers the nerve to talk to Randy about the real deal...

Hope to see you all soon! Mwah!