A/N: Alright, this is my newest story I thought of pretty late at night. Don't ask why I was thinking about Britney Spears or her song late at night, I was bored. Sort of based off of John Tucker Must Die, although I did that unknowingly, haha. Enjoy!


Chapter 1 : "Prologue"

Eighteen year old Trish Stratus' brown eyes stared at her fingernails as she crossed her legs, flipping her long bleach-blonde hair over her tiny shoulder. She pushed her pink cell phone closer to her ear. "Yeah, I like the pink nail polish too." She stated before continuuing with painting her long nails. "But it sooo does not look good on Mickie James. She's more of a..." The five foot four petite blonde trailed off as she chewed on her lip in thought, thinking about the newest brunette on the cheerleading squad.

"…a lock in the closet and never be seen again?" Her tall best frriend, Stacy Keibler, suggested with a laugh from the other line.

"Stacy!" Trish gasped, trying to hide her dirty smile. Both girls, as well as everyone else on the squad, knew that Mickie wasn't exactly the prettiest girl around. She was cute, just not... pretty.

"Hey, it's true." Stacy shrugged lamely and ran her fingers through her natural blonde locks. Something in her driveway caught her brown-eyed gaze though. "I've gotta go. Melina's here and we're gonna head to the mall. Talk to ya when I get back!"

"Bye, hun." Trish closed her cell phone and tossed it onto the empty spot beside her on the couch. She quickly and carefully closed the nail polish bottle and placed it quietly on the coffee table in front of her. Letting out a tiny yawn, she stood up while staring at her hand as she shook it, trying to dry the polish faster. Her ears perked up at the doorbell suddenly ringing. She licked her lips and grinned at her nails before pushing her hair behind her ear as she headed to the wide green door before her parents could. Opening it slowly, she peaked her head out before allowing her whole body to squeeze into view. "Hey." She greeted, placing her hands on her hips and smiling up at the person before her.

"Hey, babe." Randy Orton smiled back, greeting her with a soft, quick kiss. His blue eyes glowed in the sunlight and his handsome features seemed to be in full bloom. "How ya been?" He asked slyly, leaning against the door frame and blocking the sun. Trish shrugged emptily, not once letting her gaze leave her boyfriend.

"I've been good. I just painted my nails and got off the phone with Stace..." She excitedly showed him her nails, allowing a low giggle escape her lips. Randy glanced at her nails before looking back at her face.

"Beautiful, just like you." Randy smirked back at her cockily. Trish's arms fell back to her sides as she grinned at him with a small shake of her head. "I must be incredible to have you, huh?" He falsely taunted her. Trish instantly reached up on her toes to let her lips reach his cheek in a quick peck. "Hey, you eat yet?" When she shook her head blankly at him, he continued on, "I scored us a reservation at Lumiere's." Trish's face dropped as she stared at him in amazement.

"Oh my God! Really? Randy, you're the best!" She cried out as she wrapped her arms around him lovingly. He hugged her back tightly, an unmissable smirk planted on his lips. "How'd you manage that?" She asked, stepping back, but still staring at him, hope flickering through her eyes. Lumiere's was probably the most expensive resteraunt you could ever think of, but it was the most romantic and totally worth the wait and cost. Trish had only been there once and it was for when her mom got remarried.

"I have connections..." He smiled, stuffing his hands in his jean's pockets. He eyed her up and down slowly, allowing himself to take his time. He cleared his throat quietly.

"Okay. Uh... let me go get changed. I'll be back down in a bit..." Trish happily announced before kissing him on the cheek once more. She then proceeded to run up the stairs to her room. Randy smiled as he closed the door and sat on the front steps of her long porch. He leaned back, watching the grass sway in the slight breeze. Hearing his cell phone start vibrating, he picked it up and smiled at the number that flashed to greet him.

"Hey, babe." He smoothly greeted as he answered the phone, looking up at the sun. He drummed his fingers on his knee and rubbed his eyes after averting his gaze back to the grass.

"Hey, hottie…" Torrie Wilson smiled on the other line. She played with a stray strand of her bleach-blonde hair and pouted her glossy pink lips. Her light brown eyes danced as she looked ahead of herself boredly. "I miss you..."

"I miss you, too." He pouted as well, thinking about her. The drop-dead gorgeous blonde had been on vacation for the past week or so in France, so he hadn't had a chance to see her.

"You busy tonight?" She asked seductively, adding a bit more eye liner to her eyes. Once content with the amounth she had on, she walked to her closet, frowning as she tried to search for anything worth wearing.

"Nope..." Randy shook his head slowly, but a sudden memory flashed through his mind. He inwardly groaned before letting out a deep sigh, "Oh... eh… I've got dinner with my mom tonight." He rolled his eyes up to the sky before licking his lips. He cocked his head to the side at hearing Trish calling for him inside.

"Oh... Well, um... Have fun. Call me when you get in." Torrie air kissed into the phone, even if she sounded a bit disappointed. Randy nodded eagerly

"You know I will. Bye." Randy air kissed back into the phone as he shook his head now. He hung up and placed the phone back into his jeans pocket just as Trish opened the door, putting on her tiny coat.

"Who was that?" She asked curiously, walking down the steps and stopping in front of him. Randy pushed himself up and dusted himself off.

"My mom. She wanted to know if I could get some milk on the way home." He lied with ease as he wrapped his arm around Trish's waist, grinning at her coyly. "Ready?"

"Always." Trish nodded back at him as she rested her head on his shoulder for a moment. He then led her over to where his blue Mustang was patiently waiting to be driven once more.


A just barely-eighteen year old stepped out of her silver 2006 Mercedes-Benz SLK. She pushed her black sunglasses up on her head, pushing her dyed red hair back, and headed towards California SunShine. It was the best bathing suit store around town. Pulling open the door, she stepped in and was greeted with a much welcomed blast of warm air. She waved slightly at the clerk behind the counter and headed off to find a new bikini, her hazel eyes rested over each bikini she seemed to consider.

"Okay… which one would Randy like?" She murmered, stopping in front of a large rack full of tiny bikinis. She picked up a red bikini and frowned, studying it intently.

"Amy!"

The red head turned around and spotted Candice Michelle approaching her. Amy Dumas groaned, barely managing to not roll her eyes. The busty brunette,Candice, had a reputation as being one of the biggest sluts in the school, and Amy really didn't want to get dragged into it all by being seen with her. She had enough difficulties with her own life. "Hey, Candice." She reluctantly waved, sighing deeply. Candice grinned as she approached the girl she thought actually wanted to talk to her. Amy had to admit, she felt pretty bad for her. Guys only really used her and girls hated her.

"Hey. I was just wondering...Woah... Okay, Ames, that is so not your color." Candice shook her head roughly, returning the red bikini back to the rack. "Erm... Try this one." She picked up a purple bikini and handed it to Amy joyously. Anything and everything she was about to ask Amy dissolved into nothing as her entire focus revolved around helping the taller girl out.

"Thanks..." Amy nodded, slowly backing up towards the dressing rooms. Candice gave a thumbs-up to her and offered a cheeky grin for morale support. Amy swallowed nervously as she found the doorknob for the first dressing room she found and shakily opened it.

"I'll be right here when you come out. Be sure to show me."

"That's what I'm afraid of..." She muttered bitterly. Realizing Candice was still watching her as if she didn't notice the sudden scowl appearing on Amy's face, the red head searched for something nice to use as a response. Short, sweet, and simple were all of what she used, "Of course." She fakely smiled as she closed the door behind herself. She groaned and leaned her head against the wall. "Why is she here?" She mumbled, peering at Candice through the little crack in between the door and the wall. The brunette was merely glancing at some bikinis. Amy ran a hand through her hair, chewing on her lip. She was stuck...


"Oh my God! Really?" Trish laughed happily as she sipped some water inside Lumiere's. She crossed her legs over one another underneath the white-clothed table and smiled across the candle-lit table.

"Would I lie?" Randy asked hypethetically, smiling back at her. Trish shook her head slowly and neatly pushed her hair behind her ear.

"Of course not." She replied before studying her water glass. Randy glanced back towards the front door of the restaurant as Trish looked away, hearing it close. He smirked, spotting Stacy walking in, looking about as lost as she could possibly get. The tall blonde wasn't the brightest light bulb ever, but her looks paid for it.

"Hey, I'll be right back. I'm gonna go see what's up with our orders." He winked before standing up and disappearing through the crowd of people. Trish leaned back into her chair, staring at the water in her glass as she sighed.


"Randy!" Stacy smiled, staring at him. "Thought you forgot."

"How would I forget about my date with my favorite girlfriend ever?" Randy laughed, wrapping his arm around her. Stacy shrugged as she leaned in closer to Randy, feeling the warmth of his body through his shirt.The pair were seated in a booth, luckily on the other side of the wall from Trish. Randy studying Stacy for a bit before cupping his chin with his hand.

"So, what's new?" Stacy asked, not thinking of anything better to start the conversation with as she scanned the menu quickly.

"Oh, nothing much." Randy shrugged as he stared at the table quietly for a moment or two. "How was cheerleading?" He asked as glanced around himself before going back to watching her. Stacy softly smiled as he asked this.

"Pretty much the same as always. We got a new girl on the squad, though. Her name's Mickie James or something, but she was stalking Trish the whole time so no one really paid any attention to her. We think she's a lesbian..." Stacy whispered the last part in case anyone around them knew her. Randy blinked in shock at what Stacy said, not exactly sure if he was expecting it or not.

"Interesting..?" Randy laughed uneasily. He glanced at his watch as a silence fell between them, "Hey, I'll be right back. I'm gonna go to the bathroom." He stood up, walking back towards Trish as discretely as he could. Stacy nodded as she studied the table quietly, playing with her hair boredly.


"Food's here." Trish smiled brightly as she watched Randy sit back down across from her. He grinned back at her.

"I see." He shook his head slowly, "Sorry, I had a phone call on the way to go see what was up." He shrugged as if he were disappointed in himself. "It was my mom again." He lied, adding a roll of his eyes for added effect.

"Next time she calls, tell her I say hi." Trish laughed lightly as she started to eat her pasta as carefully as she could. Randy nodded with a tiny smile of reassurance on his face for her.

"Will do." Randy shook his head as he took a sip of his soda. He glanced at his watch a couple minutes later. Ten minutes had passed by. "I'll be right back. Mom's calling..." He pretended to sigh and let out an ugh.

"Is your phone on vibrate?" Trish asked, not hearing his phone making any sound. She frowned and dabbed her lips with her napkin neatly. He nodded, trying to act proud of himself now.

"Yep. I didn't want to disturb anyone else." He stood up and took out his phone with a small shake of his head.

"Aww... You're so considerate!" Trish gushed as he turned on his heel to leave. She watched him walk away once again, this time, her heat beating joyously. She truely had the best boyfriend ever.


"You ready yet?" Candice asked through the door, knocking for what seemed like the fiftieth time within ten minutes.

"Uh..." Amy nervously glanced at herself in the mirror for the sixth time. Did she really have to show Candice this? She sighed, stepping out of the room as slowly as she could, trying to act like she was happy with this whole thing.

"Aww! Ames, you look so hot!" Candice smiled widely as she hugged her proudly. "Do I have great taste or what?" She softly giggled for heself as Amy bit down on her lip, crossing her arms across her flat stomach. "I'm sure that at the Big Splash tomorrow night, you'll have guys following you everywhere." Candice praised like Amy was her own daughter.

"Thanks..." Amy nodded after a few seconds of hesitation. Why was Candice being so nice all of a sudden? It wasn't like the two had ever spoken, other than saying "thanks" when the other helped pick up something from the ground. "So... speaking of the Big Splash… Are you going with anyone?" Amy asked, even if it was a stupid question, as she headed back into the changing room. Of course Candice was going with someone. She was always going on dates with older guys and was constantly surrounded by guys. Last Amy checked, Candice was with some Josh guy... or was it Steve?

"Nah..." Candice shook her head as she leaned against the wall, surprising Amy. The red head nearly dropped her shirt in shock at that. Big surprise there. "I was thinking about John Cena but..." Amy laughed, fake of course. Figures Candice wanted John. He was only one of the most popular guys in school with a huge reputation for being the best kisser and a great romantic.

"Isn't he single?"

"Yeah. But I just don't know yet. I want him to ask me..." Candice shrugged lamely. Amy nodded, understanding, as she walked out of the room wearing her clothes from earlier. She loosely held her bikini in her hand, brushing lightly past Candice.

"Let me just pay for this..." She quickly headed up to the counter, placing the bikini on it. She leaned against the counter while going through her purse for some money.

"That it?" The guy asked, placing it in a bag. Amy nodded, chewing on her lip as she continued searching. "Fourty-five dollars." Amy nodded as she finally found her money. She gave him the money and picked up the bag, walking out of the store with Candice right behind her like a lost puppy.

"You going with anyone?" The brunette asked as they both approached Amy's car. Amy almost went to laugh at that question but stopped herself.

"Nope, but I was planning on asking someone, even if I know I don't have a chance with him though." Amy shrugged as she placed the bag on the passenger's seat.

"Who?" Candice asked, eager eyes staring at Amy's nervous face. Amy wanted to slap herself for leading Candice onto the subject of dates to the Big Splash, the biggest party of the year that everyone who was anyone was invited to.

"Uh... Randy Orton..." Amy mumbled. She fixed her hazel eyes on the ground in embarrassment as he cheeks flushed.

"Aww!" Candice excitedly hugged Lita, "You two would look so cute together! I could hook you up if you want..." The brunette trailed off mysteriously, raising her eyebrows as if to suggest something.

"Nah... It's okay..." Amy waved her off quickly. The last thing she needed was Candice Michelle's help in ruining her own reputation.

"C'mon! It's the least I could do!" Candice begged, clamping her hands together and putting the puppy face into over-drive. Lita chewed on her lip in thought. Did she really want Candice to get into, and possibly ruin, her love life?

"Fine..." Amy rolled her eyes. Candice looked pretty sweet and innocent when she played with the puppy face. Plus, she seemed really sincere and concerned with the whole Randy thing, like she didn't want to screw up this time with guys. And deep down Amy knew Candice wouldn't stop begging unless she killed her, and she could never kill anyone no matter what the conditions were.

"Yay!" Candice bounced up and down, clapping childishly. "I'll call you as soon as I get him to say yes!" She dug around in her purse for a pen and a folded up piece of paper. She thrusted it into Amy's face, watching her scribble her name and number down on the paper. Amy reluctantly handed it to her, wanting to snatch it back from her as Candice's eyes danced as they read the digits. She placed it carefully back into her purse and hugged Amy tightly.

"If he doesn't want to, he doesn't have to..." Amy shyly said, swallowing any pride she possibly had left after all of this. Candice rolled her eyes as if taunting her new-found friend.

"Why wouldn't he? Once he sees you in that bikini tomorrow night, he'll regret not asking you earlier." Candice waved her off. "I'll talk to ya later!" She then ran off. Amy sighed deeply, sitting in her car. She closed the door loudly with a groan that almost sounded like a low scream of frustration.

"She's gonna turn this into one big mess..." She growled, shaking her head. Candice plus guys never was a good equation, especially when another girl was involved. But Amy barely knew the girl, so it was only fair that she gaver her a fighting chance, right?


A/N: Did you like? Don't worry, it's just the beginning. Beginnings for me always suck… so do the endings...-shrugs- Hopefully you liked it and will be kind enough to review. I have no idea why I made Candice the one to talk to Amy. She was the first Diva I thought of. Don't worry, she's not gonna be with John. I already know who is. Next chapter, the Big Splash!