Title: Through Hate Comes Love
Disclaimer: You'd think that I own Randy by the way I talk about him… but sadly I don't.
Author's Note: Over 100 reviews in 5 chapters? Wow, you guys fucking rock! Italicized portions are thoughts in the point of view of the person mentioned, there will be thoughts from more than one person so try to stick with me here.
Chapter 6: Crickets and Lovebirds
Sitting beside Trish, staring at the board, Randy was getting bored fast. Class was getting boring. All Vince talked about was love triangle storylines and how to make the third wheel jealous. Randy didn't need to listen, he could make anyone jealous at anytime he wanted. Hell, he could turn a straight guy, gay.
Trish had made the line clear to Randy. They weren't friends. They weren't cool. They were enemies. The only emotion between them was the complete opposite of love. Trish couldn't make a positive assumption that Randy was okay with what she had told him, but he hadn't bothered her about it for the time being and that was good enough for her. Trish portrayed herself perfectly. She seemed to be paying attention just so that she couldn't get either Randy or her in trouble… again! Just another two months… and this dumb project would be over. Trish blinked as she tried to replay the words that just came out of Vince's mouth. "You will be taking a test where the subject of the exam is your partner. The men and the women will be separated in two rooms. Women will go to room 316 and the men will stay seated here." Trish was about to scream. They had to take a test, now? Everybody shot each other confused looks. When did they jump from love triangles to testing? Randy looked nervous. Everybody was nervous. What kind of questions would be on the test?
Trish grabbed her things and left along with the rest of the girls. Amy looked super thrilled. Trish could only imagine how much she and John knew about each other in the last week. Trish then noticed a thrilled expression on Dawn, Lillian, Lisa, and Christy. The only other person who wasn't thrilled about this test was Stacy Keibler. Then again, Trish couldn't blame her much because during the last challenge, Randy had separated her from Adam and paired her with Rico. Trish sat down on her chair awaiting the arrival of the tests. Vince soon entered with a manila file folder. Inside were the nerve-wracking tests. Trish clicked her pen as Vince placed a test on her desk. Once he finished handing them out, he simply told them to begin and pens quickly started to move. Trish looked over the test. She could see it now. A big fat zero in red would be marked on her paper, or something closer to zero then a hundred.
Question 1: What is the color of your partner's eyes? Oh I know this one! They're blue! Trish quickly scribbled down 'blue' as she headed to the next question.
Question 2: What does your partner like to do on his/her spare time? Does fucking sluts count? I have no clue what he likes to do… I could write 'sex'… Trish bit her bottom lip and decided to put down 'sex'. Hopefully she was right. Trish continued to the next question.
Over at the guys' room, Randy was thinking hard on his test. For the first question he had put down 'green' knowing he was wrong, but he didn't know her eye color. The second question he knew, at least he thought he knew. Trish liked to go shopping and hang out with Amy so he had put 'shopping with friends'. Randy looked over at the next question.
Question 3: If your partner could have whatever he/she wanted to eat at this exact second, what would it be? I WANT SUSHI! I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE SUSHI! GIMME SUSHI BEFORE I KICK YOUR ASS! Randy blinked and shook his head, regaining his composure. Not the best time to be thinking of food…we can go get sushi later, what would Trish want? What do chicks want in general? I could really go for some ice cream right about now… That's it! Ice cream! Randy quickly jotted down ice cream and went on to the next question.
He quickly skimmed through it and answered the question, knowing he was right, but he answered with disgust. Not to be judgmental, but he was not one for hip-hop music. Although he, personally, didn't like it, he knew Trish loved it. He continued on with the test seeing he had only ten minutes left and six questions.
Trish was on the fifth question and it slowly became clear to her that this test wasn't just to see how much you know about your partner's personality, but how they think as well, for the question stated, "What would your partner do if he or she were stuck on a desert with you and there was only limited food?" What kind of fucking question is that? I'll tell you what Randy would do! He'd eat all the food and then have me starve to death! Maybe he'll even eat me too! As much as I hate to admit it… it's probably true… he wouldn't share… dumb fuck should have learned how to share back in kindergarten!
After they had finished the test, everyone packed up and left their rooms and headed out of school since it was the last class. Hunter was throwing another party. Trish didn't think it was safe to go to another party after what had happened in the last one, but she was a risk taker and she was fearless… to some limit.
Trish started to walk past the other "couples", who were hastily discussing what they had put on the test. She could care less at this point. It was just a dumb test. It's not like she needed to shove her tongue down someone's throat in order to kick his or her ass. She quickly headed back to the apartment she and Amy shared, but lately there was more John and Amy than Trish and Amy in the apartment.
Trish quickly opened the door and flung herself on top of her bed. Her goal for the rest of the afternoon was to catch up on sleep. Some stupid cricket kept her up all night. The cricket wasn't making its normal cricket noise; it was making some loud ass mating call because it was a fucking sex deprived cricket! Trish would have stabbed the cricket with a knife if she found it. That was one loud ass cricket if she heard it from the eighth floor.
Looks like I'm not gonna get any sleep tonight either…
The door opened as a pack of giggles and laughter ripped through the apartment. John and Amy were holding hands and kissing. Just what Trish needed… Now she could have dreams about crickets fucking and Amy and John fucking in the next room. Trish buried her face into her pillow and covered her ears with each end of the pillow. Why me? WHY ME?
End of Chapter
Okay… so I was going to write more, but I just have so many other stuff to do so I'll leave it there as a filler page, but I will have another chapter up for this REAL soon. I know it was really short, but I'll update soon! By the way, this is the fifth of seven updates.
Okay, lets get back to the voting. Well I was expecting to get an answer from the one-shot, but this is all that I got:
John Cena and Trish Stratus: 6 votes
Dave Batista and Trish Stratus: 6 votes
Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus: 6 votes
Speak of the Devil… well if you haven't read the one-shot or haven't voted, vote in your reviews for this. Carissa, I counted your vote so don't vote again. Jhanelle and Rachel (Little-Miss-Rachel) don't even think about sneaking votes for Chris Jericho.