A/N: Aww… Thanks for the reviews! You guys rock! I'll try and update as soon as I can, but seeing as it's Summer... I'm surprisingly busy, haha. But I'll try, don't worry.
Chapter 2 : "Almost Revealed"
Dear Diary,
Hey, I just got back from my big date with Randy Orton. Yes, Randy Orton! Only the hottest guy in school! I know, I can't believe it either. We've been going out for a month but I'm still shocked about it. Haha. He was so romantic the whole time, even if he kept disappearing to talk to his mom. I think she's a bit over protective of him, what with him being her only son and his dad leaving to be a professional wrestler and all. But in a way it was kinda cute. But I would've gotten annoyed if I were him. Ah well. What can you do? Well I'm gonna go to bed now, after all, it is 2 A.M. and we have the Big Splash tomorrow night. Well… tonight actually. Haha. Night!
Trish sighed dreamily as she placed her journal under her bed again. She couldn't believe that she got in at two A.M.! It still felt like ten, though. Luckily her parents didn't kill her. Randy managed to sweet talk his way into their good graces again, which Trish found severely sweet and unnecessary, but it worked. She shrugged, getting under the blankets and shutting off the lamp. She turned on her side, closing her eyes and falling into a deep sleep.
Stacy woke up to the sound of a blaring alarm clock. She mumbled some few choice words and slapped the Snooze button. "I'm up... I'm up…" She mumbled, yawning. Sitting up groggily, she glanced around her blue room. It was Saturday. Why was she waking up at seven-thirty in the morning? She sat there, pondering for a bit while drifting in and out of her last dream.
"The Big Splash!" She smacked herself in the forehead as the huge party came crashing back to her memory, "I swear, I'm getting blonder and blonder with each passing day." She shook her head, climbing out of her queen sized bed. She smiled at the bikini she was going to wear later on that was laid ontop of her chair next to her desk. It was a light pink one that Melina had picked out for her yesterday at the mall. She could picture heself in it now actually. Her and Randy were both there, laughing and talking as always. A faint smile formed on her lips as she continued to think about this. Her phone's shrill ringing nearly caused Stacy to jump out of her skin.
"Hello?" She answered her phone, letting out deep breaths as her heart continued to race inside her chest. She groaned as she ran a hand through her hair, now fully awake.
"You excited?" Trish asked on the other line cheerily. Stacy blinked, momentarily forgetting what had been the reason for her waking up so early.
"For..." The taller blonde urged her to continue on. Trish's line went quiet, causing Stacy to raise her eyebrow in confusion.
"The Big Splash of course!" Trish shook her head wildly. "You keep getting blonder and blonder, I swear…" She laughed after a moment. Stacy nodded in agreement as a tiny laugh escaped her lips at that.
"Ooh..." She rolled her eyes good naturally as she opened her door, heading downstairs to grab some breakfast. "Of course. What are you wearing for it?" Trish crossed her legs happily and leaned back into her soft couch.
"A red bikini. You?" She asked, looking at her pink nails. Stacy pursed her lips in thought as she continued on her way to her kitchen.
"A pink bikini."
"Just remember, you have to make sure it's something that won't cause a wardrobe malfunction like last year." Trish laughed at the sudden memory, which made Stacy stop what she was doing and groan.
"I know, I know. But how was I supposed to know it would untie itself when I was shoved in the pool?" Stacy asked innocently with another roll of her eyes. Trish laughed again, clearly enjoying this, unlike her friend.
"How was everyone else supposed to know it would untie itself at all?" The shorter blonde pointed out. Stacy shook her head in frustration. "I remember I had to grab you a towel and Ashley had to grab your top." Stacy glared into the phone.
"Off that subject..." She pressured, nodding her head as if Trish could see her. The other blonde only shook her head slowly, playing with a stray strand of her bleached blonde hair.
"But..." She continued merrily chatting about the accident, "I saw someone who kept staring at you..." She teased playfully, grinning from ear to ear. Stacy stopped what she was doing and stood still, trying to remember what had happened last year.
"Who?" She asked, starting to gain interest as she blinked unsurely, wanting to strangle Trish for putting her in suspense.
"Jason." Trish answered cheerily as if to suggest something. She sipped on her orange juice before staring at her nails with a pout. Stacy remained quiet for a while, seeming to think over what Trish had said.
"Jason who?" She finally asked, not once hearing that name in her life, or at least she didn't think she had. Trish rolled her eyes and sighed deeply.
"Reso. The blonde guy in your Science, Math, Literacy and all other classes?" Trish slapped herself in her forehead at her friend's stupidity. Was she really that blind? Or was she just completely brain dead?
"Pervert..." Stacy mumbled darkly in response. She glowered at the thought of some guy she barely knew staring at her her. Trish only laughed some more and fluffed up her hair.
"I'm gonna go now. Have fun witht those precious memories of yours and I'll see ya at six tonight." Trish giggled and hung up before her best friend could say anything else. Stacy sighed deeply and hung up, tossing the phone onto the nearby couch as she rubbed her forehead, feeling a headache coming on. It was too early to think about things like this.
"Alright, which one?" Torrie asked with a frown, holding up a pink bikini and a blue bikini. She tapped her foot unsurely on her white fluffy carpet and stared at Maria Kannellis, who was sitting with her legs cross on Torrie's Queen-sized bed. The brunette had a pink pillow in her lap as she scrutinized each bathing suit individually.
"I'd say... the pink." Maria nodded, pursing her lips in thought. After seeming to consider that Torrie would look better in pink, she nodded and flipped her hair over her shoulder. Torrie nodded, tossing the blue one back into her closet among the hundreds of other outfits she had stuffed in there.
"Alright, thanks. So who are you going with tonight?" Torrie asked, placing the pink one on her chair and lightly laying next to Maria. She let her arms rest over her head as she stared up at her best friend.
"Carlito." Maria smiled, feeling a bit proud of herself. She had barely any boyfriends and she was kind of hoping that her and Carlito Cooley would last a while. He was one of those sweet, charming guys who would never in a million years make a girl purposely cry.
"The afro guy?" Torrie asked, almost choking on her air and raising an eyebrow. Maria nodded excitedly. "Why...?" The Idaho native really couldn't picture Maria going out with someone like Carlito. Though he was kind, he had a bit of a habit for somehow managing to piss off all the guys around him.
"He's really nice and kinda cute." Maria shrugged and studied Torrie's facial expression, "He asked me yesterday. You going with Randy?" She decided to switch the conversation over to Torrie, not exactly liking to talk about herself too much.
"I think. He hasn't asked me yet, but I'm sure it's a rule that you have to go all dances and public affairs with your girlfriend, right?" Torrie asked uneasily, glancing at Maria nervously. Maria looked to be in deep thought as she comprehended what Torrie was asking.
"I think so." The Chicago girl nodded. It wasn't exactly normal for a guy to go with another girl to one of the biggest parties of the year when he already had a girlfriend after all. Maria decided that would count as cheating...
"I haven't seen him since I left for Paris." Torrie admitted shyly, almost feeling embarrassed for herself, "I hope he's okay..."
"Don't worry. You'll see him tonight." Maria reassured her with a grin. Torrie nodded, feeling a little better about all of this.
Trish pulled up to the giant mansion where the Big Splash was held. It was Dave Batista's and he held the Big Splash every year. It was always held in the outdoor swimming pool since there was so much room there. She stepped out of her red Mustang and walked through the gate to the backyard, her head held high as if to prove she was better than everybody here.
"Hey, Miss head cheerleader." Dave winked, laughing as he received a hug from Trish. She giggled at him and pushed her hair behind her ear.
"Hey, Dave." Trish shook her head at him but grinned, "Randy here yet?"
"Nope. But I'll tell ya when he comes." Dave nodded to her as he placed his hands on his hips. Trish nodded back.
"Thanks." She cleared her throat and headed over to where Stacy was standing by the pool. When Stacy saw Trish, she smiled almost instantly.
"Hey!" She greeted warmly after stepping back from Trish's hug, "Wow, you look good!"
"Really? Awhh, thanks!" Trish giggled at the compliment, "You look good yourself."
"Ha, thanks." Stacy nodded and crossed her arms, eyes watching people just arriving. Trish frowned and stared at the few people in the pool. The taller blonde suddenly groaned, peaking Trish's attention once agin. "Mickie actually came?" Trish's eyes widened as she turned around and instantly spotted the spunky brunette who looked a bit too excited to be invited to the party. She looked like she was proud she was invited... Too bad everybody in school was...
"Ugh..." Trish groaned as well, placing her forehead in her palm. "First at school and cheerleading and now here?" She sighed deeply, slouching her shoulders as she crossed her arms stiffly across her stomach. Stacy shrugged emptily.
"She's stalking you..." She laughed suddenly, seeing as it was pretty much a fact. Trish glared and opened her mouth to say something, but stopped herself and instead shoved Stacy in the pool with a huff. She turned on her heel and marched off towards the chips, where Ashley Massaro was standing.
"Hey Trish." Ashley greeted her as soon as the blonde approached her. Trish smiled, waving a half wave. "You haven't seen Matt or Jeff have you? They said they would be here..." The punky blonde frowned as she let her fingertip rest on her Monroe piercing. Trish couldn't help but be kind of jealous of Ashley. She had the punk image and everything, but was still a cheerleader. It was like she didn't care what people thought of her, which was true. Ashley's hair constantly had different colored streaks in it, thanks to her boyfriend Matt Hardy's younger brother by two years, Jeff. Today her hair had pink streaks, which stood out against her bright blonde hair and black bikini with skulls on it.
"Don't worry, I know Matt is probably on his way. Jeff's probably holding him back because he doesn't know what hair dye to use." Trish joked, laughing. Ashley smiled and ran her hand through her hair.
"That's probably it." Ashley shook her head. Trish grabbed a handful of pretzels after eyeing them for a few moments.
"You with Matt?" The Canadian asked curiously, popping one of the tiny twists in her mouth.
"Yeah."Ashley nodded happily, "You with anyone?" She cocked her head to the side, watching Trish grin after swallowing her pretzel.
"Randy." Trish nodded, trying not to gloat too much. She really couldn't help but feel proud of who she managed to land. It wasn't like it was unusual or anything... She was the head cheerleader and he was the quaterback, so it all made sense in the end.
"Hmm… Guess him and Torrie broke up.." Ashley murmured, tapping her chin in thought. Trish nearly choked on the pretzel she just placed in her mouth.
"What?" She asked slowly, raising an eyebrow at her friend curiously.
"Nothing…" Ashley shook her head, totally confused now. She furrowed her eyebrows together. Surely she would've known if Torrie and Randy broke up. After all, Torrie told Maria everything and Maria had a tendancy to blurt out things to her. Trish nodded, raising an eyebrow but not saying anything. Randy never told her about Torrie... He always spoke about his ex-es...
A/N: Just a little hint to Trish, that's all… I can't think of anything else to say, really. But, was it just me or did Randy Orton look ORANGE on RAW last week? To me he did... But then again, that was the same night I said Mitch and Vince were hot... It wasn't meant that way though… I don't hit on old, ugly ,jackasses. Sorry to break it to ya… Haha. I'm more into the hot Canadian blondes like Edge and Christian...
