A/N: Thanks guys. Sorry for the bit of a delay, it was hot out and I went to the Supershow last night (which was awesome) and Simpleplanfan188 was over. So... hope this makes it up to you guys?


Chapter 5 : "Not What I Wanted"

Randy swiftly opened his locker the following morning, smiling wide. He carelessly tossed his books into the silver box and gave a half wave at John as he turned away from his locker. "Hey." The blue-eyed boy waved to Randy as he walked up with Dave and Jay close behind him. Randy sent a tiny nod towards his three friends before turning back to his locker.

"Hey guys." Randy continued smiling, taking out a few books and rolling his shoulders tiredly. John threw himself against a locker and crossed his arms tightly across his chest, watching Randy.

"Again with the happiness?" Jay asked, raising an eyebrow as he shook his head almost like he was confused.

"Guess so." Dave shrugged. "What's it this time?"

"Trish called me last night and she wants us to hook up today after school. She said she has to tell me something important." Randy shrugged, winking at the three guys like it was a life-changing situation.

"Ohh..." John nodded. "Good luck then." He laughed as a smile appeared on Dave's face for a brief second before quickly changing into a solomn frown as he caught on to what John was getting at.

"Yeah, I wouldn't be expecting the best. Usually when they say they want to talk about something important, they're gonna break up with ya..." He added with a slight shrug of his shoulders. He eyed Randy suspiciously while the shorter boy rolled his eyes and gave his best friend a slight glare.

"Man, who would break up with this?" Randy asked, pointing to his face. "I mean, who could be stupid enough to do that, huh? Plus... we're not going out." He subtly motioned towards the innocent-looking Jay. Dave and John both nodded, momentarily forgetting that the blonde Canadian wasn't supposed to know a thing.

"Oh... well... I was just saying." Dave uneasily laughed as he scratched the back of his head, glancing at John for help. The other boy nodded, hesitant.

"Hey Randy!" Torrie grinned, running up and wrapping her arms around Randy tightly. "How ya been?" Randy uneasily glanced at Jay, knowing he would probably ask questions since he never told him about the four girls. It wasn't like he didn't trust the guy... well... yeah, it was. Jay had a bit of a reputation for letting secrets spill accidentally and that was the last thing Randy needed.

"Good." Randy smiled, focusing his attention back on the blonde. He wrapped his arm around her waist, "Sorry about missing your practice yesterday. I had to get home right after school, my mom was sick." He shook his head slowly, glaring at John and Dave to at least try and distract Jay.

"Oh... It's okay. Tell your mom I hope she gets better." Torrie innocently smiled at the other three guys. The guys all glanced at each other, tiny grins crawling on their faces behind Randy's back.

"I sure will." Randy winked as they neared his homeroom. Torrie noticed it too as she stopped walking outside the classroom, barely sending a glance in Randy's friends' direction.

"Okay, I'll see ya later. Bye." The blonde lightly pecked Randy on the cheek before walking away casually. Randy, without looking behind him, strutted into the classroom, leaving Dave, John, and Jay alone with their grins of satisfaction.


"Who can answer this question? In what year did the British sail and conquer the Native Americans?" Mr. Bischoff asked, looking up from his text book. Trish stared at the black board carefully and intently. She chewed on the end of her pen, deep in thought. Mr. Bischoff passed her desk quietly, his eyes on the few students who weren't paying attention. Unfortunately, Stacy was one of them. She was bent over on her desk, furiously scribbling on a white piece of lined paper.

"Is that for me?" He asked, eyeing the piece of paper Stacy was writing on. Stacy seemingly ignored him and continued to write. "Is that for me?" He asked again, pausing infront of her desk. He eyed her up and down for a bit, waiting for her response. She ignored him, beginning to laugh to herself as if she were crazy. "Is that for me?" He asked for a third time, anger very clearly in his voice.

"Stacy." Brian Kendrick nudged her, nodding towards Mr. Bischoff worriedly. The much older man placed his hands on his hips, watching Stacy finally stop writing on the paper.

"Huh? What?" Stacy glanced up, a confused look plastered on her face as she searched Mr. Bischoff's face for anything that would clue her in on what went wrong in the class. Why was he in front of her desk? Brian shook his head slowly, looking at the board and tightly keeping his mouth shut before he could mutter something about blondes today.

"Is that for me? "Mr. Bischoff repeated slowly this time, the anger rising in his voice. Stacy shook her head nervously, not sure when he had noticed she wasn't paying attention.

"Eh... no?"

"Then put it away if it's not for me." He glared, continuing to walk along the row of students. Stacy did as she was told, sighing deeply. "Ahh... Miss Dumas. Can you answer this question?" He smirked at seeing the blank expression form on the girl's face.

"Uh... Sure?" Amy shrugged, not really sure what the question was. Some silence followed and soon enough, students began to turn and stare at her like she was stupid. Mr. Bischoff tapped his foot, growing more and more frustrated with today's youth.

"Now?" He glared, trying his best to contain himself from grabbing her shoulders and shaking her violently. Amy blinked slowly as she nodded, still not totally understanding what was going on.

"What was the question?" Amy asked, glancing around herself blankly. Mr. Biscoff let out a low growl as he tried not to slap himself in the forehead. He sighed deeply in annoyance.

"What year did the British sail and conquer the Native Americans?"

"The British conquered the Native Americans?" Amy asked, clearly puzzeled. "I thought that was the Aztecs..."

"THE AZTECS DIDN'T HAVE BOATS!" Mr. Bischoff screamed, finally letting all of the pressure get to him. Everyone's attention was now focused on him, stares wide and unsure of what to do next.

"They... didn't?" Amy asked with another blink as she shrugged aimlessly.

"No. No Miss Dumas, they did not." Mr. Biscoff sighed deeply, trying to regain himself. Amy pursed her lips in thought as she seemed to consider the year.

"Uh... 2003?" She suggested, offering a half smile as if she were proud of herself.

"They weren't around three years ago." Mr.Bischoff continued glaring.

"I know!" Trish smiled, raising her hand excitedly. A chorus of sighs of relief soon followed, the loudest one being from Mr. Bischoff.

"Miss Stratus?" He pointed at her, obviously defeated as his shoulders slumped.

"1872." Trish smiled widely as Mr. Biscoff let a grin finally appear. He wanted to run up and hug and kiss the petite blonde but once again, restrained himself from doing anything that would get him fired.

"Thank you, Miss Stratus!" He sighed deeply once more as the grin continued to stay on his face. "It was 1872 that the British decided to go sail and take over the Native Americans." Trish smiled, glancing a Stacy and Amy, who both still looked confused. She shrugged at them and twisted back around in her seat so that she was looking straight again.

"Wow... they must be old and wrinkly.." Michelle commented as she tapped her chin in thought at the disturbing image.

"And disgusting..." Melina added on to her classmate's original thought. Both girls stared at each other, looking way beyond grossed out.

"They aren't alive anymore." Mr. Bischoff's glare returned, but instead it was aimed at the pair of loud thinkers.

"That's good." Michelle smiled brightly as Melina nodded eagerly. He shook his head, this was going to be a long period.


"So Rands, you gotta tell me. I've been dying all day to talk to you, man. What's up? I mean... one day you're dating Stacy. Then today you said that you and Trish were meeting up and then Torrie Wilson comes up and kisses you?" Jay asked, raising an eyebrow. It was pretty hard playing dumb, but if he wanted Randy to admit that he was cheating on them, he had to seem like he was an innocent bystander.

"Hey, what can I say? I'm a chick magnet..." Randy laughed in the cafeteria as he set his tray on the table and sat down. Jay sat next to him, eyes shining with hope and confusion. Randy frowned, eyeing Jay suspciously, as well as in annoyance.

"But like... what's really going on?" Jay continued to pry, staring at him intently, "I mean... you're not cheating are you? Because, man, that would be low, even for you." Randy studied the Canadian carefully for a few moments as his words echoed in his mind. With a slight roll of his eyes, Randy opened his mouth.

"Dude, you know I'm not like that. Pfft, I could barely handle one girl bitchin' all the time. You'd actually think I'd like to have four around me?" Randy asked saracastically, waving him off slightly as he held back the nervous chuckle forming up inside of him.

"...Four?" Jay asked slowly, eyebrow shooting up innocently. "I only mentioned three..." Randy stiffened, not once blinking as he mentally screamed at himself. How could he be such an idiot? He fixed his shirt nervously, finally allowing that chuckle to escape his lips.

"Uh... I was just saying... Hypethetically of course. I mean... Really... Would you want four girls complaining all the time? I didn't think so..." Randy hurriedly defended himself, instantly losing his cool. His blue eyes darted around quickly, quietly scanning the cafeteria for who was present and who was no. "Oh... uh... Coming John!" He shouted, standing up in a rush. "Sorry to leave so soon, me and John have to go over our homework. Bye!" With an uneasy wink and half smile, the dark-haired boy took off as quickly as he spoke, not once looking back.

"Jeeze... someone's paranoid." Jay laughed to himself, shaking his head silently. Adam Copeland walked up, letting himself smoothly slide beside his friend, a frown appearing as Jay turned to look at him. The blonde noticed his friend had a paper in his hand, but before he could say anything, Adam cut him off.

"Hey. You haven't seen Amy anywhere, have you?" He asked, leaning his arm on the table as his gaze wandered around, silently hoping he saw the quiet red head.

"Nope. Why?" Jay questioned, once again peering at the note, which he could tell was made in a rush.

"I have to give her this weird note thing from Randy. Somethin about canceling for Friday..." Adam shrugged as he not-so slyly stole a Dorito from Jay's bag of chips, munching on it loudly while Jay stared at him in complete utter shock and horror.

"What?" The other boy felt his jaw drop, eyes wide. Randy couldn't be doing this to them. Not now.

"Uh... Yeah... It says here that he has to cancel. Somethin' about his mom bein' sick still or whatever..." Adam shrugged, handing Jay the note so he could read it for himself. It was scribbled in Sharpie, and looked new, as well as torn from a notebook without much care.

"Shit..." Jay's eyes quickly scanned the note. It was right there in black and white, literally. The girls' plan would be ruined, and he felt his heart go out to them. With a sigh, he held the note up in between his fore finger and middle finger, nodding at Adam. "I'll give it to her." He stood up, chewing on his lip nervously as he stuffed the note in his jeans eyes already in mad search for the ever familiar looking group of girls.

"Have fun. Just don't plan on having me deliver the message back to Randy!" Adam yelled after him, snatching the entire bag of chips as he watched his friend walk off, completely ignoring him. His only thought right now was to find the three blondes and red head.


"What were you writing down anyway?" Trish asked Stacy as she turned her head to face her friend as they strode into the cafeteria, a smile forming on her face. The taller girl shrugged emptily, although she smiled as well.

"Nothing except some plans to pull on you-know-who." Stacy let her smile form into a smirk as the two sat across from Amy and Torrie.

"Lemme see 'em then!" Trish said excitedly, grinning now as she glanced at Amy and Torrie happily.

"Okay." Stacy nodded, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the neatly folded white paper. She handed it to Trish, who carelessly opened it with excitement. The blonde scanned it with her eyes.

"What's that?" Torrie asked, leaning across the table. Amy did the same, seeing as they were engulfed in their own conversation when the pair sat down.

"Plans to get revenge on you-know-who." Stacy smiled, taking a sip of water. Torrie smiled at Amy widely.

"That one would be good for Amy's date on Friday..." Trish suggested, pointing to one with a frown as she carefully studied each and every one.

"Oh yeah. Definitely." Torrie nodded in agreement once reading it from across the table. Amy could barely keep the grin off her face.

"Don't shoot the messenger." Jay sighed as he let himself fall beside Trish, a frown appearing on his face nervously.

"Hey Jay." Trish slowly blinked, unsure of what to make of his supposed message. Stacy, Amy, and Torrie all looked at him, blank expressions evident in all of their features.

"Alright, well... When I tell you, don't bitch to me about it. If anything, yell at Adam." He warned, looking at each quietly for a few moments, still trying to figure out how to spill about Randy's excuse.

"My top's still on, so it can't be that bad." Stacy laughed, trying to lighten up the mood. The others all glared at her slightly, none in the mood for a joke. The tall blonde shrugged innocently and turned her full attention back on Jay.

"Randy has to cancel for Friday. He said his mom was sick." Jay pulled out the note, handing it to Amy carefully. The red head snatched it from his loose grip, eyes blazing.

"That's B.S." Torrie glared at Jay as if he were the one who was canceling on Amy. Trish nodded in agreement as a thought popped into her mind.

"He's always making excuses about his mom whenever there's one of us around." Trish's complextion stiffened, eyebrows furrowed together in fury. Jay shrugged, out of anything to say.

"That's all I know." He admitted with a regrettable sigh.

"I'm gonna go talk to him." Amy shot up, slamming her palms on the table and ignoring the looks from the few people over at the next table.

"I'll come with!" Stacy offered, standing up slowly.

"No, he can't say anything about dates or crap in front of any of us. Remember? We don't know about each other." Amy explained with a shrug. Stacy sighed, slightly pouting as the memory came back to her.

"Oh yeah..."

"Okay. Tell us what he says later on today at Cheerleading." Trish told her, staring at the red head with a flicker of hope in her eyes, as well as a bit of desperation. Amy nodded and walked away, a frown on her face while he glare only thickened as she searched for her boyfriend.


A/N: Woo... Another chapter down. Yeah, the whole Social Studies part with the British and crap, I don't know if it's right... So don't go around saying that's the right date or anything. Haha I don't even know if they actually conquered the Native Americans. I just had to think of a Social Studies question...