A/N: Thanks for the reviews. And don't worry, I'll be updating as soon as I can. I usually have nothing to do late at night -cough-2 am-cough- so I'll be typing either this or my other stories... Sooner or later Randy'll get sucker punched, don't worry. I hate him as much as anyone does. But I can't beat him up now sadly…


Chapter 4 : "Cheerleader Brawl"

The following Monday morning was a not-so surprisingly nice day. The sun was shining and birds were chirping, but barely anyone paid any attention the them. The teenagers were too busy trying to get the sleep out of their systems. Trish, though, was just as cheery as any day. She ran a hand through her hair as she walked out of the Senior parking lot and up the front steps of the school. She happily threw open the front doors and proudly marched in. It wasn't like she was excited to come to school or anything, it was just that she had to show a good example to her peers. They all looked up to her after all.

"Hey, Trish!" Ashley waved Trish over. Trish smiled, waved, and headed towards the punky blonde. She leaned against the lockers beside Ashley's and wrapped her arms around herself. Ashley grabbed her folder before looking at Trish.

"What's up?" Trish asked, sending a grin to a few people as they walked past her. Ashley shrugged as she sighed.

"Nothing…" She lied, still not sure if she should tell Trish or not about what happened on Saturday. "Tired as anything, though.You?"

"Nada..." Trish shook her head, sighing as well. Suddenly, her face contorted into a frown, "We have that big test in Math, right?" Ashley groaned and grabbed her text book before slamming her locker shut angrily.

"Yep." Ashley rolled her eyes and studied her books, "That's something I'm failing." Trish offered a sympathetic smile.

"I think I'll do okay. Math's my best subject..." She shrugged and pushed herself up at spotting Stacy at her locker across the hall. Ashley pushed her hair behind her ear and held her books to her chest.

"Lucky you..." The New Yorker muttered and kicked the hard floor with her black and pink DC's. Trish laughed quietly, not trying to act rude or anything.

"Trish! Come here!" Stacy called, waving as she caught a glimpse of the pair after opening her locker. Trish and Ashley both glanced over in Stacy's direction as Trish held up her finger, signaling she'd be right there.

"I'll talk to ya later, Ash." Trish gave Ashley a quick hug as Ashley said bye. Trish headed towards the taller girl, once again confidence radiating off of her. "What's up?"

"Did you notice anything weird about Amy lately?" Stacy asked without hesitation, placing her books in her locker and grabbing a notebook. Trish blinked. Where had that come from? Since when had Stacy paid any attention to the quiet red head on the squad?

"No... We're not really friends. To me, she's always been weird. Why?" Trish admitted, opening her locker that was only one away from Stacy's. Stacy frowned and grabbed her folder, heaving her purse onto her shoulder.

"Well, she's been... happier..." Stacy shrugged, "Ever since the Big Splash she's been more giddy and hanging around Candice. And then this morning in the parking lot I accidently walked into her car and she didn't get pissed or anything, like she did when Adam ran into her car trying to catch a football..."

"Just as long as she doesn't screw up at cheerleading today, she's fine with me." Trish grabbed a couple books and closed her locker lightly. Stacy nodded and ran a hand through her hair, agreeing with Trish silently. The last thing they needed was another cheerleader who was too absorbed in her social life to actually realize what she was doing at practice, like Mickie.

"I guess. We have that big Math test in a bit, right?" Stacy asked, closing her locker and turning towards Trish fully. The shorter girl nodded her head and let her gaze follow a few select students.

"Yep. We also have practice after school, so don't forget." Trish smiled, shaking her head. Stacy nodded.

"I know, I know..." The two then headed down the hallway to their homeroom class just as the bell rang. Trish took her seat towards the front of the class while Stacy sat in the back. Trish slid down in her seat, sighing deeply. She smiled, seeing Randy walk into class. He smiled at her, winking. Stacy wasn't paying attention, thankfully for Randy. The blonde was too busy scribbling something down on a piece of paper. Randy smoothly slid into his seat on the other side of the room next to Dave, Jason and John.

"Hey." John slapped Randy's hand in greeting, "You seem to be in a cheery mood." He observed, eyeing up his best friend for a bit. Dave also peered at Randy curiously.

"Yep." Randy smiled, leaning back into his seat and continuing to grin.

"Why?" Jason asked he jumped into the conversation and turned around to face him. John and Dave both uneasily watched Randy, having a weird feeling in their guts it was something Randy didn't want Jason to know.

"No reason." Randy lied to the blonde, blowing him off simply, "I just had coffee for breakfast."

"And that's... good?" Jason asked unsurely, eyebrow shooting up in confusion. Randy nodded a few times while Dave and John exchanged a glance.

"Yep." Randy smirked as John gave Dave a questionable look. Dave only shrugged in response. Jason nodded slowly, turning back around as the teacher walked in. Randy smiled at Dave and John. "I'll explain later." He mouthed. The two guys nodded and focused their attention on the teacher as well.


"Alright! Is everyone here?" Trish called out, looking around briefly. Stacy nodded boredly as she sat on the steel benchers, looking at her nails. Candice, Amy, Torrie, Jillian Hall, Ashley, Melina Perez, Mickie James, and Michelle McCool all sat next to her in random spots on the silver benches. They were all wearing gray short shorts and black tank tops. It was their practice attire of course. The actual cheerleading outfits were short black skirts that clung to their thighs (but still somehow managed to allow them to move freely), black sneakers, and a red v-neck tank top that ended at their stomachs.

"I guess so..." Candice shrugged as a yawn escaped her lips. She turned to Amy as Trish's gaze fell off of her, "So, was he everything I told you he was?" She asked eagerly, grinning from ear to ear to her friend.

"Everything and more." Amy nodded and sighed dreamily, "I have no idea how to thank you!" The red head hugged the brunette suddenly, surprising the other girl only slightly. Candice smiled and hugged her back.

"It was nothing. I just had to do some persuading with him…" Candice waved her off. "But now he's all yours." She winked as Amy smiled, nodding along to what she said.

"Alright." Trish looked at them all again as she clasped her hands together, "I think we should try out the pyramid. It hasn't been our best area but we should still give it a shot. We need to be perfect for the next game, y'know."

"Whatever you say, Trish!" Mickie stood up, bounding towards Trish as cheerily as ever. Jillian and Michelle followed her, glaring at each other. The two blondes had a bit of a rivalry all throughout highschool and everyday it was something new between them. Stacy, Torrie, Amy, Ashley, Melina, and Candice soon followed, none of them looking the least bit excited.

"Uh... Let's have Ashley, Jillian, Melina, and Mickie stand here..." Trish pointed to four spots right next to each other on the grass. "Then we'll have Torrie, Amy, and Candice on top of them." She watched the three easily climb up with the help of a few others. "Then it'll be Stacy and Michelle and finally me." She finished instructing, watching the scene unfold before her. She waited for Stacy and Ashley to be ready before climbing up on their shoulders.

"Ow…" Michelle whined in frustration with a groan, "Can we wrap it up soon?"

"Yeah, my shoulder's dying under Michelle's huge ass' weight!" Jillian sneered, smiling sweetly up at Michelle. The tall blonde girl glared down at her, opening her mouth to say something only to be cut off by Melina.

"I have a hair appointment in twenty minutes!" The California native reminded everyone. She was constantly getting her hair and nails done, so they were all used to it by now. Trish and the others all began climbing down slowly.

"Hold on. Melina, you'll get to your hair appointment on time. That is... if everything goes smoothly." Trish took a moment to send a glare at Jillian and Michelle. She let her eyes rest on Mickie, who was bouncing up and down. "I say we should do our routine one last time. After that we can get changed and go home." She instructed. Stacy and Ashley nodded, they weren't really the ones to complain about cheer practice.

The girls all got into their starting positions and proceeded to do the routine they were practicing on for the past few days. Everything was going smoothly and they acted as if there were music in the background alongside a cheering crowd. It was time for the pyramid once again and things continued running well. Once the others were settled, Trish climbed up on top again. She raised her fists in the air and smiled, pretending there was a crowd there.

"Good job, guys." Trish smiled, climbing down. Her feet touched the ground as she walked around and faced them, hands on her hips responsibly.

"Uh... I have a quick question." Amy piped up. The others all looked at her as Ashley climbed down.

"Yeah?" Trish asked, stretching out her back. She fluffed up her hair and blinked towards the girl. Stacy was right, she did seem a bit too happy for it to be normal.

"Have any of you ever dated Randy Orton?" Amy asked, carefully watching Stacy climb down as she bit her lip unsurely. Surely at least one of them would have dated him. It was only natural for the quarterback to have been with at least one cheerleader...

"Yeah." Trish, Stacy, and Torrie all answered her at the same time. Amy nodded, watching Torrie climb down as a wave of confusion splashed on her face. Ashley only stared, eyes wide and heart thumping wildly in her chest.

"Why?" Trish asked, oblivious to the fact that two other girls answered her question. Amy merely shrugged.

"We have a date this Friday and I was wondering if you guys had any advice. I've never dated a quarterback before..." She admitted, climbing down. She dusted off her shorts and watched Stacy suddenly glare at her.

"Uh… No you're not." The leggy blonde scoffed, flipping her hair over her shoulder, "He's my boyfriend..." Torrie frowned as she shook her head quickly, shooting down Stacy's answer.

"Stace, sweetie, I think you're wrapped up in your fantasies. He's mine." The Boise native narrowed her eyes at Stacy, hands firmly placed on her hips as she tried to look as menacing as she could muster.

"No! He's mine!" Trish shouted louder than anyone expected, glaring at all three. Amy watched, confusion continuing to grow within her.

"Well, I'm the one dating him..." She pointed out uneasily, walking up to the three. She crossed her arms across her stomach, watching all of them glare at her at once as if they've practiced it fifty times before.

"I've been dating him for a month!" Trish placed her fists on her hips.

"That's it?" Torrie laughed dryly, "We've been dating since the beginning of the school year." The other girls on the squad all walked over to the four, each trying to comprehend what was going on.

"I've been dating him for almost three weeks." Stacy added, looking at the others in frustration. Ashley only chewed on her lip, guilt building up inside of her.

"I thought Randy was with Stacy..." Melina whispered to Michelle, her eyebrow raised and her hair appointment completely forgotton.

"I thought he was with Torrie..." Michelle mumbled back as she tapped her nails on her teeth nervously. What if a fight broke out?

"He told me he was single, so I hooked him up with Amy!" Candice gasped, beginning to feel guilty about all of this.

"I thought he was with Trish." Mickie shrugged. "Not like he deserves her anyway..." She mumbled just low enough for Candice and Jillian to hear since they were on both sides of her. Jillian and Ashley only stayed silent, Ashley closing her eyes and bowing her head, trying to keep her tears of regret back.

"Well, it's obvious he likes me the most." Torrie exclaimed, shoving Trish, who was across from her.

"Yeah, that's why he went on a date with me and kissed me on Saturday, right?" Trish shoved her back, but harsher and sending Torrie at least three steps back.

"Well, I'm the most recent. So that must mean he likes me more than any of you!" Amy shouted.

"Uh huh. Sure. That's why you were the last one, right?" Stacy taunted, shoving Amy roughly. Amy glared at her darkly.

"And you!" Trish turned her entire attention on Stacy, "I thought you were my best friend! Why didn't you tell me?" She asked, a hint of hurt in her voice.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Stacy challenged, furrowing her eyebrows at Trish. Trish's face drained of hurt and anger replaced it.

"I didn't want you to be jealous!" She declared with a roll of her eyes as she waved Stacy off like she was yesterday's news. Stacy's jaw dropped but she quickly closed it as a comeback formed in her mind.

"Uh huh. I'm extremely jealous of your short little body and cheating boyfriend!" Stacy sneered. "I didn't tell you because you'd be jealous!"

"Of what? You're cheating boyfriend and freakishly long legs? Give it a rest! No one cares how tall you are!" Trish shouted back. Without hesitation, Amy suddenly jumped on Torrie, throwing wild punches at the blonde's face. After staring at the pair for a bit, Stacy slapped Trish across the face. Trish let out a scream but slapped her back, only harder, before shoving her onto the ground.

"You guys!" Jillian gasped, jumping back in shock. Her eyes widened and she stared at them all, not sure what to say or do.

"That's improper!" Michelle yelled, stepping back a foot or two and stomping her foot on the ground angrily. Ashley ran a hand through her hair and chewed on her lip.

"Maybe this wouldn't of happened if I told Trish..." Her eyes darted around after mumbling to herself. She spotted a couple guys walking out of the school. "Uh... WE NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE!" She shouted to them, pointing at the four beating the living hell out of each other as she ran a few feet towards the guys.

"Stop it!" Melina screamed, trying to help out the best she could, even if it wasn't working at all. Jillian and Michelle almost looked like they would start a fight with each other, but didn't thankfully.

"What's the matter with you?" John asked after running up the group, trying to pry Trish off of Stacy. Jason grabbed Stacy before she could get back to Trish while Dave grabbed Torrie and Matt grabbed Amy. Jeff stood there awkwardly before taking notice of the other cheerleaders. A sly grin appeared on his face.

"Hey. I seem to of forgotton my phone number. Can I have yours?" He asked smoothly, winking at Michelle. The tall girl only glared at him in disgust.

"That is such a dorky pick-up line." She replied with a roll of her eyes as she flipped her hair over her shoulder, ignoring him. Jeff pouted before glancing at Jillian.

"Don't even think about it, freak." She put her hand up his face and turned away.

"Man… they were right when they said cheerleaders were bitches..." Jeff muttered, sighing as he slumped his shoulders. Jillian and Michelle gasped in unison, both taking turns in slapping the taste out of his mouth.

"What happened?" Dave asked, looking at the girls with a stern look as he continued to hold onto Torrie, not sure whether or not he should trust her right now.

"I don't know!" Candice admitted, shrugging before proceeding with the replay of what exactly had happened. Her eyes scanned everyone before her in worry. Ashley nodded in agreement, though she wasn't too proud of it.

"Oh no…" John deeeply sighed as he and Dave exchanged a knowing glance. Trish slumped a little.

"That idiot..." Dave mumbled, tightening his grip on Torrie when he felt her try to free herself.

"I still don't see the point." Jason looked at the others blankly. Stacy turned her head away, trying to keep the tears from falling.

"He was cheating on all of us." Amy managed to say, blinking back the tears. "He was dating all four of us at the same time..."

"Oh.." Matt nodded as he looked down at her sadly, his voice going hoarse.

"I see..." Jason nodded, even if he didn't want to.

"I trusted him..." Torrie mumbled, feeling horrible as a sob built up inside of her. She wanted to go curl up in her bed and cry her heart out now.

"Which one of us didn't?" Trish asked, eyes still fixed on the grass. Stacy only stayed silent, if she spoke she would lose it and cry.

"Wait..." Candice broke the short time of silence as an idea formed in her mind. She owed it to Amy to make this all right again. She walked up and next to Amy, giving her friend an apologetic smile as she lightly touched her arm. "Randy cheated on all four of you, but you're beating each other up and crying over him?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That doesn't make any sense to me..." Melina added as she caught onto what Candice was getting at. Mickie only kept her gaze on Trish, wanting to just run up and hug her tightly and tell her everything was going to be alright.

"What else are we supposed to do?" Torrie asked, looking at Candice carefully. Trish studied the brunette, not sure what her point was exactly. Amy nodded, silent. Stacy only studied her shoes, her lip quivering.

"Why not get some revenge on him?" Candice suggested, an evil smirk forming on her lips as she looked over all four of the girls. Ashley let a tiny smile appear as her eyes lit up a little.

"Yeah!" The punky blonde nodded, "Like you could pretend you still don't know anything about each other and act like nothing happened. But then have these 'accidents' keep popping up where you bump into each other. Make him sweat. You could torture him if you really wanted to." She announced, pride overtaking her. Trish wiped her eyes daintily as she studied Ashley and Candice for a while.

"Yeah, make him feel the pressure." Jillian added, looking at them. Trish smiled suddenly as the ideas all formed into one in her own mind and she realized what they were saying. She felt joy knowing that at least she had the cheerleading squad behind her through all of this.

"That just might work..." Torrie nodded, smiling at them. "He'll never know what hit him!"

"You guys aren't gonna kill each other anymore, right?" John asked, not sure if they should let go of the girls.

"Nah. We're cool... right?" Trish looked at the other three, her energy and peppiness coming back to her. They nodded, each mumbling something into nowhere.

"Thanks…" Torrie smiled at Dave as he unwrapped his arms and she took a step to the side. Matt stood next to Jeff over by Jillian and Michelle while Jason and John let go of Stacy and Trish before standing next to each other.

"So, after this, we have to pretend everything went as normal." Trish looked at them all knowingly.

"Yup." Torrie crossed her arms as she grinned silently.

"Okay." Amy nodded. Stacy smiled.

"We should all plan a night to sleep over someone's house and plan. What about this Friday?" Stacy suggested, finding her voice finally. She looked at the other three girls curiously.

"My date..." Amy pointed out, sighing at the memory. Now she didn't really feel like going anymore.

"How about you come over to my place before your date so we can plan some and then you'll come back after it? If he walks you home, say you're practicing some cheerleading thing here." Trish suggested. Stacy nodded.

"Alright." Amy smiled.

"Ugh... I'm late for my hair appointment!" Melina rolled her eyes as she remembered suddenly what she was freaking out about before, "Good luck! I'll see you all tomorrow!" She waved a good bye and then walked away with her cell phone in hand, calling her limo driver. Michelle, Jillian, Candice, Ashley, and Mickie soon followed after saying their own good byes and wishes of luck.

"Thanks for earlier." Trish looked at John as the nine walked down to the school parking lot.

"No problem." John shrugged with a smile.

"No... It was really sweet of you. If you guys hadn't come, we'd probably still be beating each other up." Trish admitted with a shrug and a short giggle. John laughed lightly. "Hopefully you're nothing like Randy."

"Don't worry. I'm about as much as a Randy as you are a Mickie." John laughed again as he jokingly waved her off.

"Good." Trish smiled, stepping up on her toes to peck him on the cheek. "I'll talk to you later." She winked, walking over to Stacy's car. "Remember, you know nothing!" She climbed in the passenger's seat. Matt and Jeff got in their car silently. "Amy, need a ride?" Trish asked the red head that was walking towards the sidewalk.

"Nah, my house is right there..." Amy shrugged.

"C'mon! Stacy'll drive ya." Trish unlocked the back door to the car. Amy sighed, hopping in. She wasn't really complaining though.

"Why don't you call me sometime? Without Randy knowing of course..." Torrie laughed, handing Dave her number. Dave smiled.

"Yeah, defiantly." He stuffed the number in his pocket. Torrie nodded, giving him a quick hug.

"Bye." She then headed towards Stacy's car, not bringing her own car to school this morning.

"Hey... are we cool now?" Jason asked, shoving his hands into his pockets as he raised an eyebrow. Stacy shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess. Sorry about the slap at the Big Splash." She laughed apologetically, feeling a bit embarrassed by that now.

"It's okay..." He chuckled, not too fond of the memory. He'd rather it just dissolve and never resurface.

"But I still think you're a perv." Stacy smiled before getting in her car. Jason's jaw dropped out of shock, but he closed his mouth and shook his head, getting in John's car. Randy was defiantly getting what he deserved.


A/N: Woo! Now that they all know, we shall start the cruel torture for Randy! My favorite part… Haha. Please read and review!