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Lacrosse Practice
"So Randy. What are you gonna do bout Justin dude?" Grant asked as he shot the ball into the net.
"Dude, I don't know. He bugs the shit outta me, but he hasn't done anything yet so…I guess I won't beat the shit outta him." He said laughing along with Grant.
"I don't think he's stupid enough to mess with you man. Not only will he have to mess with you, but like me, John, Jesse, Kyle, and well…practically the rest of the school." They laughed again as Randy shot the ball into the net.
"Wow, nice shot man. You better be this good when we play Palmdale tomorrow night." Grant said as they went to get their lacrosse balls in the back of the net.
"I think I can manage." Randy humorously said.
"Alright boys! Gather 'round!" Coach Foster yelled as Randy and Grant ran over towards the rest of their team.
Game Night: Jefferson vs. Palmdale
"Stacy!" Aly yelled as she stood up from the stands to get Stacy's attention.
Stacy walked up the stadium bleachers to get a seat next to Aly, Torrie, Katie, Troy, Kyle, and Jeff. It was completely packed. It seemed like the entire county had showed up. Everyone was wearing green and yellow, which were Jefferson's colors.
The varsity team was already on the field doing their warm up. Stacy spotted Randy on the field, looking sexy in his white home jersey. He was number 12, which was Stacy's favorite number. "Go Randy!" she yelled as loud as she could, but it wasn't loud enough due to all the talking and loud murmurs of the fans.
"Ladies and gentlemen. Please give it up for your varsity lacrosse Cougars!" the announcer said over the speakers as the fans went crazy. "Introducing the starting line up…." The announcer continued with the list of names. "A senior, John Cena!" the crowd cheered loudly. "A senior and the co-captain of the team, Grant Featherston." Everyone cheered as they stomped their feet on the stands. "And finally…the senior captain of the team, Randy Orton!" Cougar fans screamed as he made his way to the middle of the field to stand with his team.
"Yeah Randy! Kick some Palmdale ass!" Troy and Kyle yelled, making the people around them laugh a little.
"Go Randy!" Stacy yelled as well.
Second Half of the Game
The Cougars were down 13-15. The team was tired but they knew they couldn't give up. The whistle blew as the Cougars won the draw. They quickly moved it to the offensive zone, settling the ball and waiting for an opportunity to strike. John had the ball and passed it to Randy. Randy quickly and aggressively made a dodge move on his defender and shot. The ball went right past the goalie's shoulder, racking another point onto the Cougar's side of the scoreboard. The crowd went insane as everyone checked the time on the clock. There was still four minutes left, leaving plenty of time for the Cougars to score again.
"This is the fifth goal of the game for captain, Randy Orton!" the announcer said as the fans cheered for Randy. Stacy smiled as her and Torrie looked down at their boyfriends from the stands. They were extremely nervous like the rest of the stadium, eagerly awaiting another Jefferson goal.
Again the whistle blew, allowing the Cougars to win the draw for the second time. Grant cradled the ball all the way down the field, made a quick move and shot it, getting another quick and easy goal.
"Woooo! Yeah Grant!" Aly screamed for her boyfriend. Now they just needed one more goal to win.
The black and white striped referee placed the whistle in his mouth. As soon as he blew it, both guys taking the draw practically tackled each other for the ball. The Lions got the ball as one of the red jersey players ran down to the Cougars defensive end. As soon as he attempted to pass the ball to his teammate, Jesse intercepted the ball and ran it down the field. He quickly passed the ball to Grant who continued to cradle as he waited for the offense to set up.
Grant passed the ball to Randy. Randy tried to make a move to his left but his defender slashed him hard with his stick. Randy backed out as he waited for another opportunity. He passed the ball to John as Randy made a sharp cut towards the goal. John almost instantly passed the ball back to Randy. Randy jumped up and in midair, caught the ball and shot.
"Score!" the announcer shouted as the Cougar fans went absolutely insane.
"Holy shit! That's the coolest thing I've fuckin ever seen in my entire life!" Kyle shouted as he cheered along with his friends.
"Yeah Randy!" Stacy, Aly, Katie, and Torrie shouted.
The game soon ended shortly after, allowing the Cougars to win their first game 16-15.
In the parking lot
"Wow that was a great game." Jeff said as they all waited for John, Grant, and Randy.
"I know. Damn. I haven't been that excited since…" Aly said.
"Since…you last had sex with Grant?" Troy finished her sentence causing everyone to laugh.
"Shut up!" Aly laughed as she punched Troy in the shoulder.
"Ow!" he said still laughing.
"Serves you right."
By this time John and Grant had made their way out to where everyone was.
"Nice game guys." Jeff said as they pounded fists with everyone. "Are you guys ready to party?"
John and Grant laughed. "Yeah man. Let's go."
"Where's Randy?" Torrie asked, noticing that the star player hadn't come out yet.
"He's still in there. But he said that we should just go and he'll meet us there in a little bit." Grant said as he hugged Aly.
"Sounds good to me." Troy said as he looked at Stacy. "Stace are you gonna come or are you gonna wait for him?"
Stacy smiled. "You guys go on, I'll wait for him."
"Are you sure?" Katie asked her friend.
"Yeah. I'm sure." Stacy laughed as everyone said their goodbyes and headed for the party.
Stacy stood in the parking lot, next to Randy's truck. There was a huge traffic jam due to everyone trying to leave at the same time. Stacy just stood there and waited for her boyfriend to come out. All of a sudden, a certain someone walked over to her.
"Hey Stace." Justin said as he stopped right in front of Stacy.
"Hey Justin. What'd you think of the game?" she asked, not really wanting to talk to him, but then again not wanting him to leave.
"It was pretty damn good. Randy kicked some serious ass out there." He commented as they both slightly laughed, causing a mutual awkward moment between them. Stacy could tell that he didn't really want to compliment Randy but since he was a nice he guy he kind of felt like he had to.
"He sure did." Stacy said smiling, looking over at the doors to the school where Randy was suppose to exit from.
"Listen Stace…" Justin began to say as Stacy turned back to face him.
"I know that you probably know by now since, I guess the entire school does…um….that I can't seem to get over you." He said getting closer to Stacy. "I've been thinking about you a lot lately and…I don't think it was right that we broke up."
Stacy didn't really know what to say. 'Was he really gonna bring this up right now?' "Look Justin…" she began to say not wanting to talk about it right at that moment.
But before she could continue her sentence, Justin closed the gap between them and kissed her. Stacy was completely surprised. She tried to push him away but he held her tightly. She couldn't get away as she slowly began to stop fighting back.
Randy had just stepped out of the school doors as he looked over to where he parked. His mouth dropped as a horrible feeling became present in the pit of his stomach. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, hurting his jaw from the extreme pressure. His heart raced as a mix of anger and sadness crept over him. Anger got the better of him as he briskly walked over to his truck.
"Yo Justin!" Randy yelled angrily.
Justin took his lips off of Stacy's and looked over towards the angry voice. His eyes grew extremely wide as fear consumed him. "Oh shit." He said under his breath. He couldn't run cause he would look like a coward, but then again he knew if he stayed he'd get his face beat in.
He quickly let go of Stacy and ran for his car. "Justin!" Randy yelled as he dropped his lacrosse bag and stick and chased after Justin.
"Randy don't!" Stacy screamed but Randy had Justin locked in as his target.
"You fuckin prick!" Randy yelled as everyone was now watching Randy chase after Justin. It didn't take long for Randy to catch up to him as he grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him down on the ground. He began to punch him in the face, one after the other.
"No! Randy!" Stacy screamed running over to where the two men were fighting.
Justin threw a punch and hit Randy right in the mouth, causing a stream of blood to leave his lip. Randy gritted his teeth even harder and continued to throw punches at Justin, landing most of them with ease. A group of older men came over and tried to get the two apart. Although they struggled, they managed to get Randy off of Justin.
Justin's face was completely swollen and his nose was bleeding real badly. "You fuckin asshole!" Justin shouted at Randy as two men restrained him. Everyone in the parking lot was practically gathered round to see the brutal fight.
Randy didn't even say anything. He just stood there as three guys held him back. His chest heaved in and out as he was trying to regulate his breathing. Randy looked over at Stacy with saddened eyes. Tears began to form but he couldn't show them. Not in front of all these people. He still had that aching in his stomach, making him feel like he was going to get sick.
He just shook his head as Stacy stood there, shocked and scared. The three men let him go as he walked back towards his car.
"Yeah. Fuck you Orton!" Justin yelled trying to get the last words in from the fight, thinking that he had won. But clearly by the looks of him, he was the loser.
"Randy, wait!" Stacy yelled as she tried to catch up with her boyfriend. "You don't understand, it was an accident. I didn't even…"
"Are you fucking kidding me Stacy?!" Randy yelled as he grabbed his bag and stick that he had dropped. "An accident? Oh very creative Stace. Must have taken you a whole lot of time to come up with that one." He said in a harsh tone as he made his way for his truck.
"Randy, please! It wasn't like that and you know it!" she retaliated as sadness crept over her. Randy opened the door up to his truck, still breathing heavily. His adrenaline was at an all time high right now and thoughts were running through his mind at a rapid speed. The brief moment that he saw them kissing kept repeating over and over and over again in his head. It felt like a hundred knives had been stabbed through his heart. He had never experienced this feeling before.
"Then how come, when I came walking out of those doors…it looked like you had no problem allowing that piece of shit to shove his tongue down your throat?!" Randy yelled again, delivering a hard blow to Stacy.
Stacy stood there on the verge of crying. She didn't have any words. She felt so guilty due to the fact that she had indeed tried to fight it, but when that came to a loss, she gave in with no objections. She felt guilty for when he initially started talking to her and yet she didn't want him to leave. How could she do this to the guy she loved? Why did she suddenly get those feelings when she talked to Justin? Why didn't she fight back when he kissed her?
"That's exactly what I thought Stace. I never thought that I would say this in my entire life, but tonight you've proved me wrong." Randy shook his head with disgust. "You're a fucking slut." He regretted it right as it left his mouth. He hated himself for it but he was angry and confused. He didn't know how else to express it.
She couldn't hold back the tears any longer as they began to stream down her tan cheeks. "You asshole."
"Get in the truck." He said as he stared back at her with forceful eyes.
Stacy stood there for a second. This was the first time that she had ever recalled being scared of Randy. She contemplated in her head whether or not she should get in. He was her only ride home, and they were supposed to go to a party but…what would he do to her? Never had she had these thoughts go through her head. This was the first time that she had seen him this upset. But she knew he had every right to. She knew he was acting like this because he was heartbroken and that he loved her so deeply.
She swallowed hard and got in the black truck with him. No words were spoken as he drove away from the school parking lot.
10 minute later
"Where the hell are you taking me?" she asked as he took a different road that didn't lead to his house, her house, or even the party for that matter.
He didn't answer as he continued to drive. His eyes fixated on the road ahead of him.
He parked the truck in a dirt parking lot, just overlooking the beach. He turned off the engine and sat back in his seat.
Stacy didn't know what to say as she sat there, peering through the window and watching the moon's reflection glisten in the water.
"Why the hell'd you do it Stace?" Randy asked, still not looking at his girlfriend.
"Randy, it wasn't my fault! He came over to me and I talked to him just trying to be a nice person. Then all of a sudden, he got closer to me and kissed me!" she said now staring at him with her doe brown eyes.
"Well then why the hell did you enjoy it Stacy?!" he shouted with an almost crazed look in his eye. She was surprised by his remark and it clearly showed. "Gotcha there huh Stace? Don't think I couldn't see the way you wanted more. I'm usually used to receiving that from you but it looks like he's taken that away from me too."
'What an asshole!' she thought to herself, completely disgusted with him. "Fuck you!" she shouted as she opened the door starting to get out.
But Randy quickly leaned over and grabbed her arm. He pulled her towards him, making sure she couldn't get out. "Randy! Let go!" Stacy said as he grabbed her leg and pulled her body so that she lay across the front seats. He maneuvered himself between her legs as she pushed and shoved him. Yet even though she pushed and shoved him, she didn't say anything.
She wrestled with him a little while longer before he aggressively pulled off her Jefferson Cougars t-shirt to reveal her bra. He just as quickly pulled his lacrosse shirt off allowing her to take in his god like features for a brief moment. They both breathed heavily and profusely.
Randy waited for a moment before he continued with this sexual encounter. He told himself that if at any moment she said no or that he could tell that she didn't want it, he'd stop. But he looked into her eyes as she tried to push his much larger body off of hers, they read that she really did want it. Randy ignored her shoves and pushes as he made his way to unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down her long legs. She whimpered beneath him as she tried once again to push him off of her. To his surprise, when he pulled off her pants, there were no panties which turned him on even more. Obviously she was expecting something if she wasn't wearing any, and that's exactly what he was about to give her.
He pushed his lacrosse shorts down his legs to rest at his knees. Stacy couldn't help but focus her eyes between his legs. She gasped as his shaft made contact with her center, watching it rub up against her. She still wasn't gonna give up the fight however, as she placed both her hands on Randy's firm muscular chest and pushed him with all of her might.
"Randy." She grunted as he magically unhooked her bra and ripped it off of her body. With her arms still extended, pushing him away from her, he grew hot from the sight of her body. Her blonde hair was still up in a ponytail, her green and yellow ribbon had still not fallen out of her hair after all of the rough commotion, the thin film of sweat that had built up on her forehead from her fighting with him was slightly present, her perky breasts moving closer and farther away from his chest by her quickly paced breathing. She was unknowingly pulling him closer and closer towards her with just the way she would whimper beneath him.
Randy slowly began pushing more and more of his weight on her, making it much harder for Stacy to keep him off of her. She tried with all of her might, but to no avail, she slid her arms around his neck so as to not get them crushed underneath of him as he just stopped short of colliding his lips with hers.
He had a fire in his eyes which surprised Stacy, turning her on in ways she couldn't describe. Randy suddenly shoved his shaft into her center, causing Stacy to moan and pull his body closer to hers. He moaned as well as her walls contracted and consumed his large shaft. He almost superhumanly pumped himself faster and faster into her body. Waves of pleasure and intoxicating feelings took over them as Stacy whimpered and cried out in ecstasy.
He aggressively grabbed the back of her thighs and moved her center even closer to his, allowing him to shove himself harder into her. She could feel his leg muscles contracting as they slid against her inner thighs. His peak was nearing and he could feel himself getting ready to release. Stacy threw her head back as he pumped faster and faster and faster. "Randy!" she screamed with satisfaction as he took her in and she climaxed.
Loud moans and a few more aggressive thrusts ended their sexual moment. Randy rested his head against her collarbone as Stacy heaved heavily.
A few moments passed as neither one spoke a word. What could you say in this kind of situation? They both didn't speak, resting in the same position, asking themselves the same questions. 'What was that? What did it mean? Was it make-up sex?' But usually with make-up sex, you make-up. Neither one had accomplished that yet.
Randy slowly pulled out of Stacy and pulled up his lacrosse shorts. The tension could be cut with a knife as Stacy forcefully pushed Randy off of her and grabbed her bra. Randy was about to retaliate and say something, but nothing came out. He just stared at her while furrowing his brows, confused and angry. "Take me home Randy." She said as she pulled up her tight jeans and buttoned them.
Randy shook his head and breathed heavily out of his nose. She was pissing him off so badly. Never before had they had sex where after they were finished, they would leave upset at one another. Never. Something was completely out of whack and he needed to find out.
"So what was that?" Randy asked perplexed as Stacy sat there rolling her eyes.
"I don't know Randy, why don't you tell me?" Stacy answered back as she redid her ponytail and got her t-shirt back on.
Randy didn't understand. "Why are you acting like this Stace? Never, not once, have we had sex and then after there was still tension between us."
"Why am I acting like this?" Stacy asked completely stunned. "Are you kidding me? Why are you acting like this? You have sex with me and then you don't even apologize for how you acted earlier? That's completely shocking to me. My old boyfriend, Randy, would have apologized for what he not only did to me but to Justin as well. What happened to him? Where's the old Randy that I'm in love with? It's like you've completely changed tonight. Why?" Stacy asked with her mouth still slightly ajar.
Randy looked down at the foot peddles of the car and then out the front window of the truck, watching the waves in the ocean. He just took a deep breath and stared, leaving Stacy to observe his blank expression.
"And you know what else is shocking to me?...you scared me Randy. Never have I been scared of you, but tonight you changed my mind. That's what hurts me the most. So what the hell is wrong Randy?"
He still stared out of the windshield, not once looking over at her. It seemed as though he didn't hear anything that she had just said.
"Randy, what the hell is wrong with yo…"
"I took fucking ecstasy Stacy! Alright? Happy now?!" he yelled as Stacy's mouth dropped. Randy Orton, a druggy? Sure a slight pot head but a pill popper? Her body turned ice cold as fear for not herself but for him crept over her.
"Randy, why would you do that to yourself?" she asked disappointed, scared, and almost crying.
"None of your fucking business Stace! God, just worry bout your own damn problems." He said turning on the truck.
Stacy shook her head and couldn't believe it. Her surprised, confused, and saddened facial expression became more apparent as she couldn't believe that her boyfriend had turned into this beast. He was a completely different person. He wasn't Randy Orton anymore. Never would he have lashed out at her like this. Never would he just sit there and not even look at her. "When did you take them?"
"Right after the game duh, in the locker room."
"Did the guys (John, Grant, and Jesse) do it too?" she asked shocked.
"Nah, they were a bunch of fucking pussies." Randy said as he laughed a little bit.
Stacy just shook her head and didn't know what else to say. "Take me home."
Randy gritted his teeth and threw the truck in reverse, slowly backing out and driving towards Stacy's house.