Randy leans for the kiss but…

But Stacy started to cry…

"I… I am sorry, Stace…" Randy apologized when he noticed Stacy's tears rolling down her cheeks. "I am not gonna force you okay. Just don't cry." Randy pulled her to a hug and caressed her hair affectionately.

"Ran-Randy… It's… It's just that…" she stammered, not knowing what to say.

"Hush… It's okay… I just love you so much." Randy said and continued to hug her without knowing what he just said.

"Huh? What did you say?" Stacy asked as she slowly pulled away from him.

"I said, I said I love you so much." Randy repeated awkwardly, she backed away from him and started to walk away.

"Stace, wait." Randy called after her. She hesitantly stopped and turned around.

"You forgot this." Randy came over to her and handed her the wallet.

"Th-Thanks." She answered and continued to walk away.

"Take care okay?" Randy called to her again. She just tried to ignore him and continued to walk. Trish was still studying them from afar, secretly followed her bestfriend to the lockers.

"Stop messing my mind Orton!" she said out loud when she reached the lockers.

"Messing your mind? Or your heart?" Trish asked her.

"Oh hi Trish! How was your walk with John?" she said in an extremely sweet voice.

"Oh! Uh… It was okay. Um… You know, I learned a few things here and there." Trish said. "At least I'm not lying, I did learn that she might like Randy and she doesn't even know it, or she just doesn't want to admit it." She thought inside her head.

"Really? And what might that be that you learned?" she asked in a challenging voice. In the back of her head, thoughts keep pushing that Trish and John didn't really leave. She has the hunch that they have been there all the time spying on the two of them. "Spill it out girlfriend. I know you were there."

"Things… Things about me and John." She answered brightly. "…You and Randy." She added as an after thought.

"What was that last bit, I didn't actually heard it." Stacy said, her head poking inside her locker looking for a hairbrush.

"Nothing. Did I say anything?" Trish answered immediately.

"Whatever Trish, just stop matching me with Randy… I… I don't like it. Don't like it at all." She said slowly, and not to mention hesitantly. Trish however did not answer her. She just smiled at her. It's up to Stacy what she thinks of that smile.

"So by the way Stace, what did Randy said that made you cry?" Trish asked her absent-mindedly. Forgetting that she was supposedly not be there when it happened.

"He... Wait! I knew it! You didn't leave! You were just there spying on us!" Stacy exclaimed.

"No! I wasn't there! It's just that… it's just that your eyes are red and looks like you just cried. Did you cry?" Trish asked her. Stacy shot her a suspicious glare but nevertheless dismissed the idea she had in mind.

"Yeah, I did. I just cried so that he'll let me go. And he's got the nerve to tell me that he loves me." Stacy answered and sat on one of the benches.

"Took you years to figure it out." Trish muttered. "He liked you since we were still kids!" she continued. "You should definitely give him a chance. He's worth it girl!" Trish advised. "And by the way, you're so mean for the drama…"

"But I don't like him a bit." She tried to answer asunemotionally as she could.

"You what?" Trish asked in disbelief.

"I don't like him Trish. And it's really starting to annoy me that he's following me around." She explained.

"Are you sure on what you are saying Stace?" and Stacy nodded.

"But, you two look great together." Trish said in disappointment.

"We may look great together but we don't do great together." Stacy answered and left the room. "I think..."

"Busted." Trish cursed under her breath. "How am I to tell Randy about this?" she thought hopelessly.