"John, We've got a big problem." Trish said to her boyfriend the moment she saw him later that day.
"Huh? What is it?" John asked.
"It's about the Stacy-Randy thingy." She answered slowly.
"Why? What about them?" John queried.
"I guess we should stop the plan." Trish answered slowly, looking at her shoes.
"Why the change of plans? We know Randy really likes Stacy, he admitted it to her just moments ago." John told her.
"But, it's Stacy. She said she really doesn't like Randy." Trish just let the words out.
"What do you mean? But it seemed that She likes Randy too." John reasoned.
"Now, I don't believe that what you see is what you get. She told me that she's starting to get pissed off by being bugged by Randy." She explained.
"Oh…" instead of John's voice, it was Randy's. He had heard the whole conversation.
"Randy?" was all that Trish could say. They could see clearly the pain in his eyes.
"Hey, no hard feelings. She has the right to say what she feels." Randy replied in a casual voice.
"Dude, are you okay?" John asked him.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be? There are many chics out there just waiting for my attention. Why should I waste my time with just one who isn't even interested in me." He answered and walked away.
"Poor Randy. If only Stacy likes him back. It would be like a fairytale love story for them." Trish said absent-mindedly.
"But we don't have the power to control their fate. Right?" John replied.
"Right. Oh I hope we do!" Trish sighed, still thinking on how Stacy and Randy would make a great couple.
"Just get over it Trish. What would you get out of it anyway?" John said sighing a bit. He's disappoint as well and he knew how much Randy likes Stacy so much.
"I just want happiness for the two of them. Coz I have this feeling that they'd find happiness in each other." She replied in a faraway voice.
"Uh. Trish are you okay? It looks to me that a spirit of a psychic just entered your body." John told her as he looked at her oddly.
"Whatever. Let's just get something to eat. I need to get my mind off this subject." She answered and the two of them made their way to the cafeteria.
"How could Stacy resist the Orton?" Randy asked himself.
"She must have some weird taste, she doesn't go for good-looking guys like me." He answered himself in the hopes of consoling himself.
"Aaah! It's her loss not mine!" he said to himself.
It was already night and most of the student body are hanging in a famous bar. Among them are Dave and Randy. Randy was trying to forget about Stacy by drinking some beer in the hopes of washing away the bitter memory when he found out about Stacy's feelings.
"Oh! The agony! It hurts so much!" Randy said as he clutched his chest exaggeratedly.
"Dude, what's wrong with you? Have you gone insane? Coz if you are, I might need to drive you to a mental hospital." Dave Batista asked him after a swig of beer.
"No thanks man, I think I could still handle myself." Randy answered and gulped the remaining beer from his mug.
"Hi there hotty…" a seductive voice came from behind.
"Oh, hi Torrie." Randy greeted the newcomer.
"He-hello To-Torrie." Dave said stupidly.
"Dumbass." Torrie muttered under her breath when she caught the sight of Dave Batista.
"Wanna dance?" Torrie asked Randy and the latter gladly agreed. And the two of them left the table and went to the dance floor. Leaving poor ol Dave alone day dreaming about---
"Hey Dave! What are you doing here?" Stacy's cheerful voice blocked his thought about his dream girl.
"Oh hi Stace! Hi Trish! John!" he greeted the new comers and highfived his buddy John.
"So what are you doing here alone?" Stacy asked him again.
"Actually, I'm not. Randy's with me. But he's off somewhere dancing with some chics." Dave answered casually, while trying to steal glances of Stacy's expression.
"Oh!" Stacy's voice lost a bit of enthusiasm.
"Really? Good for him." John answered and was nudged in the ribs by Trish as she pointed at Stacy's direction.
"Oh, is he really?" John just asked.
Yeah, hey, there he is right now." Dave pointed at the middle of the dance floor. And there they saw Torrie grinding closely to Randy. Randy seemed to be enjoying it.
"Hey, I thought Randy likes Stacy?" Stacy heard whispers going over.
"Yeah, I just saw him said that he loves her on the court this afternoon." Another voice replied.
"Um. Stace, you okay?" Trish asked her best friend slowly.
"Yeah, I am, why wouldn't I be?" She managed to choke out.
"What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I feeling like I wanna slap Torrie's face away? Why am I… Why am I jealous? Wait! No way! I'm not jealous. No chance in hell! I am not jealous. Or am I?"
a/n: i do hope y'all liked this chap. i kinda wrote this chap a few days before the last one. weird huh? it just popped into my mind and decided to finallyput it here. please tell me what ya think and review... thanks guys!