Chapter 2:
"Stace…" Randy said once again.
"What is it Orton?" Stacy said as impatience starting to fill her.
"Uh. Stace, I… I… I think you are too skinny!" Randy blurted out.
"Urgh! Bad move! Bad move! Red alert! Red Alert!" Randy thought as Stacy's face turned red with anger.
"Randy Orton! Don't you dare speak to me again!" Stacy yelled and walked away. Randy was left once again scratching his head with confusion.
"Mighty heavens! What have I done to forsake me like this?" Randy asked exaggeratedly with his arms raised and was looking upwards.
"Hi Stace! What's up with you? You look all flushed up?" Trish Stratus said as he noticed her best friend arrived in the girls' locker room.
"I hate him! I hate him!" Stacy kept repeating. "I hate you Randall Keith Orton!"
"Uh oh! What have you done this time Randy? This must be bad. Major bad!" Trish thought to herself.
"What happened?" Trish asked her again.
"He just told me I'm too skinny! FYI! I'm not skinny!" Stacy said her head steaming with anger.
"Cool down Stace. Remember, the more you hate the more you love!" Trish told her.
"What is it with you? Why do you keep teasing me with him?" Stacy asked her exasperatedly.
"Isn't it obvious Stace, you two are meant to be!" Trish said dreamily. "Like me and John!"
"Whatever!" Stacy said and rolled her eyes.
"You just don't believe me do you?" Trish asked her.
"Why should I?" Stacy asked in return.
"Whatever you say, Ms. Scrooge. Whatever you say..." Trish just told her while smiling mischievously.
Back to Randy who was still muttering to himself and walking back and forth the hallways. Students were staring to cast him peculiar glances.
"Uh… Randy? There's been a news going around the campus that you just turned into a madman." John Cena told him as he approached the still distressed Randy Orton.
"I just blew up my chance man! I just blew up my chance!" Randy said repeatedly.
"What chance man! Did you fail Driver's Ed! Did you? Did you? Oh no! How could you! What bout the--" John said hysterically but was cut off by Randy.
"Man, breath! You're scaring the living crap out of me!" Randy shook John by the shoulders.
"Eeew! Gross!" a brunette, exclaimed as she walked pass when she heard Randy, said "living crap". Randy ignored her and poured his attention to John.
"What did you do?" John asked him in a now calm voice.
"News Flash for today. Randy Orton just messed up Stacy Keibler's day!" he exclaimed and ran his hand through his spiky hair.
"I thought you had already ruined that chance way long ago?" John exclaimed but Randy gave him the dude-I'm-serious-here-work-with-me look.
"Just kidding, dawg. Again? Dude, that must be record! You keep ruining Stacy's day and you'd be banished into the gates of despair for not telling Stacy your feelings for her." John said to him.
"Like I don't know that!" Randy snapped.
"Chill dawg! Yeah--- Wait! You really have a thing for Stacy. Now, now is that a confession?" John teased him.
"Well yeah… I really like--- Wait a minute! I just told you that I like her!" Randy exclaimed.
"So? I was just waiting for a confirmation after all these years." John smirked.
"Whatever John. Yeah, I like Stacy! But I think I just totally ruined my chance." he said out loud enough for John to hear.
"Not to worry bro for the Dr. of Thuganomics is here. The solution of your problems can be found with me." John said in a mockingly solemn voice.
"What are you planning?" Randy asked curiously.
"I will need Trish's help for this." John answered as he was alternately raising his eyebrows, Randy just raised an eyebrow but deep inside he was really curious on what his best friend is planning to do. He's just hoping that whatever it is, it would work.
"Just be yourself Randy. Be your own cocky self…" John told him.
a/n: i hope y'all like this fic as the flow of the story continues. please don't forget to r&r guys! thanks a bunch... till next chap guys!