A/N: SimplePlanFan188 - Lmao, congratulations on actually signing in. (claps) You still need to help me with my new story title and crap. (pokes)
Hello-mrs.-Rita - Lol, thanks.
Shaema1614 - Lol, I'll definatly take your idea of jealousy into consideration. Maybe it'll be Lita's own little plan. lol
xx-chaingang-killer-legs-xx - Don't worry...Your questions'll all be answered probably by the next chapter. (pats back) lol As for Trish taking soccer lessons...(looks around blankly) I guess she wanted to teach John, seeing as he sucks? Meh...I dunno to be honest. lmao
Shadow-Wolf Goddess - Lol, thanks for the freakishly long review. (nods slowly) I know, it's always their playlist and them making their music video. I swear, I had their 'showstopper' song stuck in my head all night long. lol Sadly I didn't watch the VMA's...Anything weird happen? lol Yes, Alex has kick ass hair. It's like...sexy...lol
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Trish stared at the ringing phone for a while the following morning, debating on whether to pick it up or not. Deciding the latter, she chewed on her lip and listened to her answering machine message.
"Hey, you've reached my phone, obviously I can't get to the phone right now. But leave a message and I'll get back to ya ASAP. Love ya!" BEEP!
"Hey, Trish...uhm..." It was John. Trish's heart beating seemed to be the only noise as she stared at the phone, "I see you're not there right now...But I was wondering if you were still alive. My dad dragged me to Massachusetts last night and I haven't heard of ya since school. Maybe when I get back we can hang or go out sometime. Okay...Bye." He then hung up. Trish closed her eyes tightly and leaned back into the couch, trying to think. The phone rang again. She didn't bother to even glance at the phone this time.
"Hey! Guess what?" This voice was different. It took her a few minutes to think of who it was. "I gotta cancel for our plans this afternoon. Lost my soccer ball-" Chris paused to laugh at his own stupidity,"- and I don't think you have a ball. So...Yeah. SHUT UP SONJAY! Uhm...I'm gonna go now. Call me back when you can or just drop on by my place. No! Sonjay, put my dog down! It doesn't swim! Me and Sonjay are hanging by my pool. DON'T DROWN TRISCUIT!" The message ended there. Trish guessed Chris hung up and went to go save his dog from his psycho friend. She cracked a half smile and shook her head.
"Great timing, Chris." She mumbled with a roll of her eyes. She stared at the phone for a bit longer. It wouldn't hurt just to stop by and hang with him, right? It's not like they were gonna go off and pull a Randy or Candice act. She stood up and walked to her room to get changed.
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Lita laid on her bed, staring at her ceiling. She was blasting her radio to drown out her sorrows. 'When There Was Me And You' from High School Musical was playing. She didn't really like the song but it made her think about Randy. She blinked back tears. She couldn't cry. She promised herself she would't cry over him anymore.
"Amy! Turn down that racket!" Her father shouted as he banged on her locked door. Lita, in response, just turned the music even louder. It was blasting her ear drums but she could care less. Music helped her think, and right now she needed to do alot of thinking. She barely heard her dad banging her door now. He seemed to notice it as he sighed deeply and walked away.
Lita closed her eyes and slowly began to sing along to the song. It was fairly easy to remember these words. Suddenly, there was loud banging on her door again. She pretended to ignore it as she continued to sing.
"Lita?" A voice called. It wasn't her dad's this time though. She paused in mid chorus and pressed her radio off. Rolling onto the ground, she opened the door. Her eyes widened at seeing Randy there, looking guilty. "Look, can we talk?"
"Thought there was nothing to talk about." She used his own words against him. Randy cringed and invited himself into her room. He sat on her bed and watched her sit next to him.
"I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean some of the things I said. I really did like you, but nothing more. You're a good kisser though." He paused to smirk his signature smirk. Lita's eyes narrowed at him.
"Are you just here to make me feel bad?" She demanded. "Because you're doing a pretty good job." Randy stared at her for a while.
"No...I want to apologize. I don't do it too often." He shrugged. Lita rolled her eyes but nodded for him to continue. "You want to go get something to eat? You look ready to bite my head off." He joked. Lita averted her gaze to the ground.
"I don't know..."
"C'mon. I wanna make it up to you." He gave her a pleading look. Lita looked at him quietly and sighed.
"Fine." Randy grinned and pulled her to her feet.
"You'll love Olive Garden." He walked out of her room, dragging her behind him. Lita could only nod and grab her shoes before she was shoved out the door.
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Stacy sat down on the grass on her front lawn, her i-pod playing. She closed her eyes and leaned her face up towards the sun, thinking about what had happened. She was so confused by Alex. It was like he was two-faced. She sighed deeply and continued to listen to the music, hoping to be left alone for the rest of the day. Trish wasn't answering her phone and Lita wasn't home. And she didn't exactly feel like calling Torrie incase her and Dave were doing something and she ended up ruining it for them.
Alex ran a hand through his hair and studied her for a bit from his spot on the sidewalk. Chewing on his lip quietly, he decided to go and talk, try and apologize for yesterday. He walked over to her and sat next to her, clearing his throat to get her attention. Stacy opened her eyes at feeling someone's prescence. She looked over at him and almost screamed.
"What are you doing here?" She narrowed her eyes at him and paused her i-pod. Alex gave a guilty smile.
"I wanted to apologize." He admitted with a shrug.
"Well save it. I don't need your apology." She spat. Alex sighed.
"Yes you do. I talked to Dave before. Torrie told him that Lita told her you were upset..." He paused for a moment. Stacy only continued to glare at him, "...over me."
"I wouldn't even waste my breath for you anymore. So just bug off." She turned her head away from him and watched some girls from school walk by.
"Just give me another chance, Stace. I'm sorry for what I said and if you could just-" He was cut off.
"Another chance? Alex, I gave you so many chances over the years." She turned back to him. Alex stopped talking and studied the grass.
"Please, Stace. I really missed talking to ya ever since I moved across town. And then we start seeing each other again and you get all pissed off at me. Do we really have to end our friendship because of a bet?" He asked seriously, looking at her deeply. Stacy just studied his face. He looked upset.
"It's not about the bet anymore. Try remembering what happened yesterday and put yourself in my shoes. You've changed, admit it." She shook her head and watched some leaves float in the wind.
"Okay, I admit I changed. But I can change again. I need you to give me another chance. You're my best friend. Maybe even more, who knows?" He sighed and put his hand on her hand. Stacy watched him for a while but then suddenly jerked her hand away.
"What I need is for you to leave me alone." She glared at him and began to listen to her music again. Alex opened his mouth to say something, but nothing would come out. He stared at her pissed off face and averted his gaze to the grass again. Giving up, he stood up and walked away. Stacy watched him leave, tears coming to her eyes again. She was doing the right thing...right?
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Trish peeked over Chris' fence and smiled at seeing him laying on a chair by his in-ground pool getting a tan. She pushed open the gate and walked in towards him. The radio was blasting and Sonjay was floating on a raft in the middle of the pool. Triscuit, Chris' dog Trish guessed, was staying far, far away from Sonjay and the pool. Chris looked over at her and smiled.
"Glad to see you're still alive." He joked and patted the chair next to him. Trish smiled and sat on it.
"Wow, killer party." She sarcastically said.
"I know." Chris smirked, "The alcohol's coming in a few hours." Trish laughed at that. She watched Sonjay float for a bit.
"Is he sleeping?" She asked, pointing to him. Chris shrugged.
"I dunno. Probably. That guy sleeps like a rock." He smiled. Trish just grinned and shook her head. "So, what's new?" He turned his attention back on her. Trish looked at him and shrugged.
"Nothing much. I still suck at soccer and my ankle still hurts." She glared at him. Chris only grinned even wider.
"Aww...You want me to kiss it for you?" He put on a fake sympathetic look. Trish nodded and acted as if she were mad at him. She thrusted her leg out towards his face.
"You see that bruise? That's from you, you ass." She pointed at her ankle. Chris snickered.
"Guess you can't Cheer for a while, eh?" He studied the bruise. He did a pretty nice job on her.
"Damn right I can't. I'm gonna have to elect Stacy or Torrie Head Cheerleader if this thing doesn't go away by Tuesday." Trish pouted. She liked her job as Head Cheerleader. She got to be the leader and tell everyone what they should do and everyone really liked her. Everyone said she was the best Head Cheerleader since Dawn Marie left.
"Maybe you're just not cut out for soccer?" He shook his head and poked at her bruise.
"OW!" She yelled and put her foot back down, slapping him in the back of the head. "I am so cut out for soccer! I could do any sport you name!" She glared at him.
"Okay. Fine, wrestling match. Me vs. you." He smiled at her and fixed his bathing suit a bit. Trish's face paled.
"W...Wrestling match?" She echoed. Chris nodded seriously.
"You said you could do any sport I named. Sonjay has a wrestling ring in his backyard. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if we wrestled so I can kick your ass."
"My ankle..." She pointed. There was no way in hell she would get in a ring and actually wrestle. "Plus, I don't wear those trampy outfits, sorry to burst your bubble." She smirked. She'd seen her dad watch wrestling and he would get all excited whenever the Divas would come out. They wore basically nothing.
"Pfft...Ankle shmankle. You can wrestle with one leg if you had to. Plus, I think you'd look pretty hot wrestling in that." He raised his eyebrows in interest at her bikini. Trish's jaw dropped as she covered herself as best she could with her hands.
"Pervert." She glared. Chris only laughed.
"So how 'bout it? If you win, I'll quit bugging you and I'll be nice. If I win, I get to continue being an ass according to you." He smirked at her. Trish shook her head, smiling. "Oh, and also if I win, you have to be my date to my dad's wedding." Trish stared at him for a while. "Deal or No Deal?" She could only look over at Sonjay for a while.
"Deal." The two shook hands and stood up. "Think he'll be up by the time we get back?"
"Nah. He'll know where we went. He can still hear us I think..." Chris studied his friend and then headed to his gate. Trish looked around and followed him, hopefully this'll be quick and painless.
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A/N: So things are kinda lookin up. Lita and Randy are talking, Alex and Stacy still pretty much hate each other, and Chris and Trish are going to wrestle...But a surprise is lurking around for someone. Damn..I gotta do something for Torrie and Dave...Maybe something good so that everyone's lives don't suck...(blinks) Hmmm...Wow, this story kinda got off topic, eh? But I still enjoy typing it. It may end soon though, cuz now that everyone knows and everyone's being paired off...But don't worry, some aren't the final couples. Please R&R!
