A/N: I'm glad that so far you like the story. Yes, I don't think I have any intentions of breaking Ashley and Matt up, so they're safe… for now… Haha.


Chapter 3 : "Uh Oh"

Amy walked up and through the gate. She smiled shyly at Dave on her way in before glancing around, not seeing Randy or Candice. "Well this sucks..." She mumbled as she sat on a nearby lawn chair boredly, trying to make it seem like she wasn't out of place. She watched some of the other people talk and dance. More than half the school was probably there. She then stared at the in-ground pool as the water splashed about inside it, pushing her hair behind her ear. "I should've known better than to of have gotten my hopes up. Candice is just some slut who wants attention and Randy's probably with someone way hotter." Amy mumbled to herself with a deep sigh. Once again she was let down in life. She stood up reluctantly and went to turn to go inside, only to collide into someone's muscular chest, almost knocking her off her feet.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" She gasped as the guy took a step back, startled. Her hands rushed to her mouth as her cheeks grew bright with embarrassment.

"No, no... It's okay." Randy laughed half-heartedly. Amy could only stare at him, her hazel eyes wanting to fill up with tears while her heart pounded inside her chest and her head screamed all kind of insults at her. "Aren't you in my gym class?" He asked, crossing his arms across his bare chest. Amy only nodded, feeling like her voice had completely vanished. "I'm Randy." He went out to shake her hand confidently. Amy took it hesitantly. His hand was so warm she just wanted to pull him into a huge hug to see if the rest of him was.

"Amy…" She said quietly, not making eye contact. If she did, she would probably only be able to stare seeing as she would get lost within a millisecond in his dazzling baby blue eyes.

"You always this quiet?" He asked her, a smirk appearing on his lips. Amy quickly shook her head, still wanting to break down. She finally catches the eye of the crush of her life and she acts like a retard. Great...

"No... It's just I have a headache from this loud music..." She lied uneasily, glancing at the stereo which was, indeed, too loud for her liking. Randy's eyes followed her gaze and he blinked for a moment or two.

"Why don't we go talk inside? I'm close with Dave, he'll understand." Randy motioned to the glass sliding doors. Amy nodded, trying her best to keep her nervousness on the inside as she gave him a reassuringly smile, though it was more for herself.

"Uh... Sure..." She followed him inside and nearly jumped when she felt his still warm hand touch the small of her back, leading her through the door. Who ever said she needed Candice's help to get a guy's attention in the first place?


Stacy groaned and nearly slipped while climbing out of the pool. Though it was warm, it was much earlier than she expected. She coughed out water that was caught in her throat ever since she was shoved in. She sat there with her legs in the water as she tried to catch her breath.

"Damn Trish... Is she trying to push me in the pool every year Dave holds this thing?" She asked herself sarcastically as she coughed again. She frowned and pushed her hair out of her face, rubbing her eyes.

"You okay?" A voice seemed to float from out of nowhere as a person kneeled down beside Stacy. The tall blonde studied the guy next to her for a few minutes. "Hello?" He blinked his blue eyes questioningly, going to wave his hand before her face.

"I'm fine." Stacy snapped suddenly, remembering who it was. It was that Jason guy. The pervert from last year Trish mentioned earlier. She swung her legs out of the water and stood up, dusting herself off and resisting the urge to roll her eyes.

"You sure? Want a towel?" He offered, a bit of hope flickering inside of him as he held out a white fluffy towel. He stood up quickly this way he wasn't looking up at her, but rather down at her. Stacy shook her head and fluffed her hair a bit, not knowing what else to do with her hands.

"No. I'm fine and I have a boyfriend, pervert." She growled as glared at him. Without glancing around, she slapped him across the face and stalked off to go deliver a slap to another blonde she knew. Jason held his throbbing cheek in shock as he stared after her.

"What was that for?" He yelled, rubbing his cheek painfully. What had he done to piss her off!?

"Man, you got bitch slapped!" John Cena barked a laugh as he approached Jason with a can of Pepsi in his hand. His blue eyes watched his friend glare at him dangerously.

"I was just asking if she was okay..." Jason muttered angrily as he crossed his arms across his chest. John shook his head and let a grin form on his face.

"Uh huh. Sure you didn't do anything like last year?" John snickered as he walked away. Jason continued glaring at his friend's back before walking off in another direction, his shoulders slumped.


Torrie spun in a tiny circle, showing off her brand new bikini. "You like?" She asked Maria and Carlito, chewing on her glossy lip nervously.

"Now dat's cool." Carlito praised as he smiled at his girlfriend's friend. Torrie beamed as she let her gaze rest on Maria, awaiting her approval.

"I love it! But I'm sure Randy'll love it even more, though." Maria poked Torrie playfully as she gave a wink as if to suggest something. Torrie laughed after heaving a huge sigh of relief.

"I hope so. Wonder if he's here yet..." She mumbled, tapping her French manicured nails on her chin in thought, eyes searching frantically for that familiar looking face and body.

"Go find him. If you don't see him, we'll still be here." Maria urged the blonde on, lightly shoving her away. Torrie nodded and pushed her blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Alright. See ya in a bit." The taller girl gave Maria a quick hug. After giving Carlito his own hug, she hurried off to go find her boyfriend.


Trish ate another pretzel and smirked when she saw Stacy approach her. The soaking wet blonde glared as menacingly as she could at Trish, her fists tightly clenched, as well as her teeth. Trish tried to look as innocent as she could by lacing her hands behind her back and batting her long lashes at Stacy sweetly. "Wow.." Ashley stared at Stacy, her hazel eyes wide and one thin eyebrow raised. "What happened to you?" The punky blonde shook her head and placed her hands on her hips unsurely, looking Stacy up and down quickly.

"Hun, there's towels..." Trish laughed jokingly, hoping to lighten the mood, even if she knew Stacy could never stay mad at her. The other blonde only continued to glare at her, not even allowing the tiniest of smiles to creep onto her angry expression. Ashley's eyes darted between her two friends blankly.

"Are you trying to make a record or something?" Stacy finally asked, frustratingly throwing her arms into the air as her eyes widened. Trish shrugged, continuing to keep up her innocent act. Stacy crossed her arms across her bare stomach, her gaze not once leaving Trish.

"You were being mean to me, so I was mean to you." The petite Canadian replied chirpily and offered a cheeky grin to make herself seem more adorable. Stacy only rolled her eyes at her best friend. There was no way she was letting Trish live this down that easily.

"I said Mickie was stalking you! How's that mean?" Stacy asked, disbelief crossing her features as she raised an eyebrow at Trish, as if questioning why she was here in the first place. Ashley continued to watch the heated conversation between the two, eyes continuing to dart back and forth.

"I dunno. It just was." Trish rolled her own eyes and waved Stacy off silently. Ashley, feeling like she was missing something, walked off to check if Matt and Jeff were here yet. The two other blondes stayed rooted to their spots for a while longer, both staring at each other, daring the other to speak a comeback, even if it was a joke.

"Ugh..." Stacy shook her head, giving up due to the silence between them deafening her, "I'm gonna go see if anyone else showed up." She gave Trish a slight wave before turning on her heel and walking away slowly, taking her time to stop and say hi to people on her way.

"Have fun with that!" Trish yelled after her, waving at her retreating figure. She stepped on her tippy-toes to peek over the fence, instantly spotting Randy's car. "Maybe I should go find him and surprise him." Trish smiled to herself as the thought occurred to her. Deciding it was a fabulous idea, she confidently placed her hands cooly on her hips and strutted her way through the crowd to discover her boyfriend's where-abouts.


"Oh really?" Randy chuckled lightly as he asked Amy this, a grin on his face and his eyebrows raised in interest. They were sitting on the couch in Dave's living room, acting as if they were the only two currently at the house. Amy nodded, pursing her lips in thought as she let her hands fall between her knees, her body twisted towards Randy.

"Yep. So technically, according to Candice, red isn't my color. But it's my hair color, so I find it weird." Amy laughed quietly, her eyes fixed on her feet. She could feel her cheeks burning, but tried her best to ignore it. Hopefully they weren't matching her hair color.

"I think you would look really good in red." Randy stated, leaning over to look at her better. Amy turned to look at him finally, a puzzled look forming over her shy features. The much taller boy nodded, as if confirming it in his mind. Amy felt her heart skip a beat at those words.

"R... really?" She stuttered, eyes widening as the pink creeped onto her face even more at seeing his face a few inches from hers. Randy nodded once more and opened his mouth to talk.

"Of course." He winked suddenly, his lips turned up in a cocky grin. Amy blushed again at that and she was certain her face resembled a tomato and that no one would be able to tell where her face and hair parted. He then leaned his face even closer to hers, not even hesitating to place his hand on the side of her cheek, gently brushing her hair away. Amy unsurely moved her face towards him, slowly closing her eyes. Their lips met, sending huge shivers down her spine even if she felt like she was floating. Randy closed his eyes and deepened the kiss as Amy leaned in closer to him, her head spinning with so many questions and thoughts. He soon pulled back, catching his breath quietly to himself.

"Wow.." Amy mumbled, touching her lips with her hand. She could only stare at him in amazement. She had only hoped to talk to him, but she really wasn't complaining... Randy's signature smirk reappeared and he searched her face for her reaction.

"You like?"

"Yeah…" She nodded, unsure whether this was a dream or if she was dead. She was sure that this couldn't be real. Randy Orton, the team's best quarterback in history and most popular guy in school, could NOT of have just kissed her, plain, old Amy Dumas.

"Maybe we can go out some time. Here's my number." Randy scribbled his number on her palm with a pen from the coffee table in front of them. Amy blushed once again. This had to be the best night of her life!

"Yeah. That would be cool..." She nodded, trying to shove it aside like it happened every day. She stood up after he finished writing on her. Randy stood up as well, leading her to the door gently.

"We'd better return to the party before Dave thinks I'm robbing his house." The cocky boy laughed, opening the glass sliding door. They both stepped out and back to the party, even if Amy's mind was far from it at the moment.

"Well... I'd better go find Candice. I'll definitely call you sometime." Amy smiled as she said good-bye to him and walked through the crowd, a huge smile plastered on her face. Randy smiled to himself as he laid on a nearby lawn chair, feeling proud of himself.

"Randy!" Torrie exclaimed suddenly as she jumped on his stomach happily. Randy looked up at her in surprise, eyes wide and clearly shocked.

"Torrie! Hey." He sat up so now she was in hip lap. He wrapped his arms around her and put on his smirk, "Haven't seen you in a while." Torrie giggled and shook her head slowly, pecking him on the cheek as if to say hi.

"Well, I've been pretty busy ever since I got back from Paris. Did you miss me?" She asked casually, leaning against him. Randy nodded and kissed the top of her head.

"Of course I did. Why wouldn't I miss my only girl?" He asked hypothetically, smiling at her. Torrie smiled back up at him, eyes shining.

"You have no idea how much I missed you, though." She admitted,a bit of a pout forming on her glossy lips. Randy continued grinning at her as sincerity filled his eyes.

"I'm sure I don't." His grin turned into his smirk once again as he looked around to make sure the other girls weren't around. Seeing that they weren't, he leaned in, kissing her deeply. Torrie, not at all shocked, kissed him back, wrapping her tanned arms around his neck. He broke the kiss after a bit and let his fingers trace her chin. "And I don't blame you for missing me." Torrie giggled once more at that.

"I'm gonna go find Maria and Carlito. I promised them I would go find them again in a bit." Torrie smiled lightly. "But I'll be back later or you could always come find me." The blonde winked, gave him one last kiss, and ran off to find her best friend. Randy nodded, watching her leave. He stood up and walked over to John and Jason who were currently talking to Dave a few feet away, none of them really paying any attention to him. "Hey guys." Randy smiled, giving Dave a hi-five. "Killer party." He complimented as Dave nodded.

"As always." John added with a chuckle. Dave was known throughout the school or having the best parties ever.

"Thanks, man." Dave laughed as well. "Just wait until we get some beer in here..." He trailed off, watching each man's eyes light up in interest.

"You have beer?" Randy asked, smiling. To him, it was probably the most amazing drink ever. And besides, who ever listens to that "You must be over twenty-one" law anyway?

"Not yet. Gotta wait until probably next year." Dave sighed, running a hand through his short hair. "Kinda forgot about it this year... sorry guys..." He apologetically shrugged. Randy frowned in disappointment, but told Dave it was alright anyhow.

"Hey, Randy, your girlfriend slapped me earlier." Jason pointed out, remembering what happened earlier. "Tell her I said sorry for whatever I did..." He shrugged emptily as if he was completely innocent in everything, which as far as he knew, he was. Randy blinked and was about to say 'Which one?' but stopped himself.

"Oh really..." He nodded, still not sure which he was referring to. With slight hesitation, he added unsurely, "I'll be sure to tell her?" Jason nodded and muttered a thanks before going to talk to Adam, who was waving him over. "Who was he referring to?" Randy asked John and Dave as soon as Jason was out of hearing range. Since the two guys were his best friends, they were the only ones that knew about him having multiple girlfriends.

"Stacy." John shrugged and frowned, "I don't think she forgave him about what happened last year." He laughed and crossed his arms. Dave shook his head.

"I don't blame her." The biggest boy of all three pointed out. Randy laughed at them.

"Of course." He glanced over and spotted Stacy walking their way, though not entirely intentional. "I'll be back." He separated himself from the other two and approached Stacy, wrapping his arm around her before she could blink.

"Listen, bucko! I already told you..." The tall blonde stopped herself after seeing who it was and a blush creeped onto her once calm face. "Oops... Sorry..." She laughed lightly. "Thought you were someone else..."

"Obviously," Randy shook his head good naturedly, "I see you didn't forgive Jay yet?"

"No. If you found out someone was staring at you while you were topless, would you forgive them?" Stacy asked, a glare now in her eyes at the memory. Randy raised an eyebrow as he unsurely coughed.

"I'd have a lot of people to forgive then, huh?" Randy asked, a smirk playing on his lips at her rather... blondness.

"Scratch that..." Stacy mumbled, rubbing her forehead. "How've you been?" She asked, changing the subject as best she could. Randy shrugged and ran a hand through his hair before letting his hand fall back to his side.

"Eh... a lil crazed, but I'm surviving." He smiled reassuringly at her. Stacy nodded and let her gaze fall to the ground beneath them.

"That's nice..." She sighed and crossed her arms lightly across her stomach. At seeing that, Randy frowned at her unsurely.

"Why are you wet?" He asked cautiously, a blank expression on his face as he asked that. He knew Stacy wasn't exactly one to go swimming at a pool party, especially only like an hour into it.

"Trish pushed me in the pool." The girl glared, clenching her hands into tight fists as the new memory came crawling back to her mind. Randy stared at her fists, not sure what she was planning on doing next.

"Really? Why?" He asked, trying to make conversation and act like he cared about her being wet. Stacy sighed and pushed her hair out of her face.

"I don't know! All I said was that Mickie was stalking her and she shoved me in." Stacy shook her head as if she were disappointed in herself for not knowing the exact, pin-point answer to his question.

"That was mean of her…" Randy mumbled with a frown, furrowing his eyebrows together in confusion. Stacy nodded as well and her pout deepened.

"Look, I'd better go find Melina so we can catch up on what's happened since last night. Bye." Stacy gave Randy a quick kiss before running off to find Melina. She didn't exactly feel like having to explain herself over and over. Randy trailed back to John and Dave, his smirk back on his face at their faces.

"I honestly don't see how those girls don't find out about each other." John shook his head in wonder as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and watched Stacy walk away.

"Especially Trish and Stacy. They're really close." Dave added thoughtfully, thinking over everything that he knew about the situation. Randy shrugged, pride building up within him.

"I'm that damn good." He admitted, watching John and Dave roll their eyes to him, but both kept quiet. It could be the truth...

From a couple feet away, Ashley stared, hazel eyes wider than ever. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed. Randy was cheating on Trish by going out with her best friend? She shook her head. Maybe she was just imagining things... But why would she imagine something so horrible about her best friend's boyfriend? She had to tell Trish... But what if Stacy and Trish got into a huge fight because of it? There was probably no doubt that Torrie was still with Randy too. Ashley shook her head, still sort of confused, but anger filling her up as if she were a balloon. She had to tell someone...


A/N: Randy's screwed cause Ashley knows! Looks like he ain't "that damn good" anymore, eh? Haha.