Chapter 1:

"Hey Stace!" Randy's voice can be heard from the other end of the hall.

"Urgh! Here comes Orton…" Stacy muttered to herself as she turned her head towards the newcomer.

"So… Finally found a way to get that gum from your hair?" he asked teasingly.

"It's kinda obvious I did isn't it?" she said sternly. "I know you were the one who stuck that gum to my hair!"

"Whoa! Chill… What's wrong with you?" Randy asked as he walked side by side with Stacy.

"Good question Mr. Orton. What's wrong with me is that I hate it when you keep bugging me!" she said and walked away. Randy was left all by himself and was running his hand through his dark brown hair.

"Dawg, what did you do this time? The Stace looks quite irritated… as usual." His best friend John Cena as he came over and put an arm around his shoulder.

"She's just not used being talked to by a complete hotty." Randy said cockily.

"Now that's funny man! You hot!" John laughed hysterically.

"Yeah! And don't you laugh at me!" Randy said as he shot a look on his best friend.

"Dude, You and Stacy had known each other since you were like wearing diapers! And she's not used to talking to you? Come on!" John told him teasingly.

"Come on John!" Randy said as they started to walk towards the school cafeteria.

"You know what Randy… It's really obvious that you like Stacy." John told him.

"Like? Yeah right? And you're Eminem's half!" Randy said as he laughed.

"I'm not kidding bro… It's really obvious." John said a bit seriously.

"Hey guys! What are you talking about?" Trish Stratus greeted as she came over to them.

"Oh nothing. We were just talking about how my best bud likes your best friend Stacy." John said casually as he leaned to kiss his girlfriend.

"John! Drop it! I am not and will never like Stacy!" Randy said.

"Ooh! Really? Is that so Mr. Orton? It's more like of a confession. You should see your face!" Trish said as she laughed along with John.

"I told you I don't like her!" Randy said once again and started to walk away.

"Just a piece of advice bro, stop teasing Stacy. You might lose her one day." John called to his back.

"I wonder why Randy just won't admit that he likes Stacy." John said thinking out loud.

"I don't know. But it's true what you said. He should stop teasing Stacy, he's an inch close to losing his chances with her… I guess." Trish replied as John just shook his head.

"Just a piece of advice bro, stop teasing Stacy. You might lose her one day." the words that John had called to him kept running back to his mind. He does like Stacy. That's the real deal. But what is he suppose to do when everytime he sees her he can't think of anything to say to her. Anything and then he ends up teasing her!

"Urgh! What's wrong with me!" Randy exclaimed.

"I have known you for so long but I can't seem to tell you how I really feel!" he said once again.

"First sign of madness, talking to yourself!" Dave Batista's voice came from behind.

"Oh! It's you Dave! I was just letting something off my chest. You know can't let things bottle up inside." He replied as he pounded his chest like mighty Tarzan.

"Hmm… Then you should start telling Stacy that you like her." Dave told him as he put his Geometry notebook inside his locker.

"Did John talked to you before you got here because if yes, I'm gonna pound him to a thousand pieces!" Randy answered.

"No. It's really obvious that you like Stacy man." Dave exclaimed.

"Not you too!" Randy said and let out a nervous laugh. "They're all around me! Aaaah!" he thought insanely.

"Randy, if you love someone it's better to show it. That's my advice but what you are showing to her isn't likely what I have in mind to capture her heart." Dave told him and patted his shoulder.

"Think about it bro. Make a move before it's too late. And make sure it's the right move. Here's your chance." Dave said and walked away as he saw Stacy was coming their way.

"Make a move. Make a move. Breath in. Breath out. I can do this!" he said to himself as he sprint some guy's perfume to himself.

"Aaah! No one can ever resist the babe magnet named Randy Orton." He said to himself and slowly made his way to the walking Stacy.

"Uh… Hi Stace." he greeted slowly.

"Oh. It's you." Stacy said in an exaggerated happy tone.

"How am I suppose to tell her?" Randy was now panicking.

"Um… Stace…" He started.