Okay so I've been away, trying to keep up with school but I managed to slip this one in so…oh yeah and there's a part towards the end that I thought went great along with this song I found called Crash Into Me by Dave Matthews. It really sets the tone if you listen to it while you read the part that I indicated. But, that's just my personal opinion. Enjoy! And please R&R! Thanx!!

Stacy arrived at Randy's house, her head hanging low but she knew she had to be strong if she was going to have any chance of staying together with him. She wiped away her tears and looked into the mirror. She fixed her make up and took a deep breath. "Here we go." She made her way up to the front door, butterflies invading her stomach. She rang the bell and waited for someone to open the door.

"Stace, what are you….are you okay?" Randy asked as he noticed that she had been crying. "Stace what's wrong?" Stacy stood there clad in a white cute tank with jeans and her straight blond hair up in a ponytail. Randy tried hard not to look over her appearance but she just looked so damn sexy that he couldn't help it.

"I have something important to tell you." Was all she said as he led her into the living room, since his parents weren't back from work yet.

He sat down on the couch, patting the empty space next to her implying that she should sit down. "I'd rather stand for this." She said, trying to not sound as bitchy as possible.

Randy looked at her a little surprised but was intent on hearing what she had to say. He could tell by the way she was acting that this wasn't going to be good news, but he decided to grin and bear it all the same. "What is it Stace?"

She cleared her throat and looked deep into his eyes. "Today, after you left, you know I went to leave to go home in my car. Well, then Justin comes running over towards my car, pleading for a ride since his car wouldn't start…."

Randy already looked uncomfortable and had a slight idea about where she was going with this. His blood began to boil as he listened to her speak about him.

"So he asked for a ride and since he doesn't live far from my house I told him I would. So we get to his house and I park the car and then he turns and looks at me and then says he has something to get off of his chest. So he says that he apologizes for the fight that you and him got into at the football game and how he thinks you shouldn't have yelled at me because he said that you knew that I enjoyed kissing him more than you and…."

Randy was furious. His face began to turn red just listening to what this asshole said! He clenched his fists and narrowed his eyes as Stacy continued.

"So then I didn't even know what to say so I just sat there and then all of a sudden he…" Randy didn't want to hear the words leave her mouth but then again he wanted to hear the sad and painful news. "He kissed me and then climbed on top of me and…"

"HE DID WHAT?! I'm gonna fuckin kill him!" Randy shouted as he got up and threw a pillow. He was irate.

"Randy there's more. Please just hear me out." Stacy begged as he just looked at her with pain-filled and frustrated eyes, "He began to rub my breasts and…." She began to cry. "He made me whimper and…I feel like such a slut but I enjoyed it cause for some reason my mind was telling me that it was you who was pleasuring me, not him! I'm so sorry but…"

"You fuckin whore! You fuckin whore…" Randy shouted, his voice quivering from the mere shock and disbelief of what his girlfriend was telling him. He felt like he had just gotten run over by a truck. She had cheated on him not just once but twice now with the same guy! And what made it worse was that she actually enjoyed it!

"Randy please forgive me! I had to tell you or else he would have told you first! Randy please!" Stacy screamed as the tears sliding down her face became endless.

Randy paced back and forth, running his hands through his short brown hair frustratingly. His look of disgust made Stacy feel all that much worse. She hated to make him this upset. He didn't deserve this torture from her.

He wiped his eyes with the bottom of his white Volcom shirt, exposing his tan well defined abs and pecks. "How could you do this to me Stacy? How could you do this to me again with the same guy?!"

"Randy please. I didn't want it. You have to believe me! He just climbed on top of me and began to kiss me! He was too strong! I couldn't get him off of me!" Stacy attempted to defend herself although she knew she was in the wrong.

"But you just said that you enjoyed it! I don't even want to look at you right now Stace. Just leave." He said as he tried to control his breathing.

"No Randy! I'm not leaving. Not til we figure this out." She stated as she walked over to him to try to calm him down.

"Get the hell out Stace. Or I swear I'll…."

"You'll what Randy? You'll hit me? I know you'd never do that to me or any other girl for that matter." She exclaimed as she stepped closer towards him. Her body was about six inches from his, although when he heaved his chest, they would sometimes be a mere inch from each other.

"Just get the hell out!" He shouted as he pointed towards the door.

How could he be so unforgiving? Here she was, trying her absolute best to apologize and tell him the truth about what had happened, but he just ignored her. He automatically assumed that she went behind his back and purposely kissed Justin just because it had happened once before. Although the first time that it happened, it wasn't her fault either! How could he not see the regret in her eyes as she pleaded for him to forgive her? She loved him with all of her heart. Why was he disregarding all of those feelings they shared for one another right now, especially with this important of a problem?

Stacy just stared back at her angered boyfriend and froze. Tears dripped down her angelic smooth cheeks, cascading down to fall upon her white tank top. She crossed her arms, looking out into the Orton's backyard through the large sliding glass door, not wanting to look at Randy's tense and furious expression.

Regret was only a fraction of what she felt, and if she could take it all back, she would in a heartbeat. But knowing that he wasn't going to forgive her anytime soon, Stacy decided that she was just wasting her time standing there. So she grabbed her purse and gave him one final apologetic look. He just stared back at her with hollow eyes and a clenched jaw, looking as though he were about to get into a fight.

Stacy just wiped away her tears and began heading towards Randy's front door. Her sniffles seemed to be the only sound in the entire household as she grabbed the doorknob. But suddenly, as she attempted to open the door, Randy came up from behind her and slammed the door shut.

"Randy, what are you doing?" Stacy asked as she looked at him puzzled, and truthfully a little bit frightened.

But Randy said no words as he forcefully pushed Stacy's back up against the door, grabbing the back of her thighs and lifting her up to where she could wrap her long legs around his waist comfortably. He immediately began to smother her neck with hot wet kisses, leaving Stacy in no position to argue. He aggressively worked his hand underneath of her jeans, working its way to her delicate but throbbing center. He expertly rubbed her, quickening the pace as she breathed harder. She whimpered and moaned, raking her nails through his short brown hair as the fiery feeling in her lower region was almost unbearable. The pleasuring waves of ecstasy went flowing through her body as she came and rested in his arms. "Don't stop." She pleaded for his satisfying actions to advance.

But instead, he removed his hand slowly, not once peering into her doe brown eyes, the eyes that he loved so much. He let go of her thighs as she placed her feet on the ground. The shock and surprise of his actions a second ago made Stacy even more confused than she was before it. Her mouth ajar, still no words. Her eyes roamed his face, hoping for a quick glance her way, but to no avail.

She thought that she should break the awkward silence, supposing that there was some reasoning behind this enticing but unexpected act. "Why did you just do that?" She whispered, although there was nobody to hide their conversation from.

He finally glanced up to look at her. His breathing was steady, but still attempting to return back to normal. A smirk spread across his face. But it wasn't the regular, cute smirk that he was known for. It was evil and sly. He spoke up to answer his girlfriend's question. "I just wanted to see how fast I could get in your pants, since Justin seems to be quicker at it than me."

A hard smacking sound filled the entrance as a red glow slowly appeared on Randy's cheek. "Fuck you." She said as she turned around, opening the door and briskly walking out towards her car, not once looking back at her supposed boyfriend.

Randy stood there, wanting to touch his face from where Stacy had smacked him, but he didn't want to seem weak. He knew what he had said and done was wrong, but he also couldn't help the fact that he was probably in more pain than she was. The love of his life, his girlfriend, continued to go behind his back and fool around with her ex. He knew deep down that she didn't do it on purpose but it seemed that the same instances continued to occur. How was he supposed to know that Justin was the only one that was guilty in these situations? He wasn't there to witness them. Except for the one time at the football game, but he didn't originally hear or see their initial conversation. It was her word against his, and he couldn't continue to be the deciding factor on whether or not their relationship should advance or end.

All the pressure was building up on him and all the frustration overtook his thoughts and mind. "FUCK!" he shouted as he saw Stacy pull away in her mustang as he punched his wall and walked back into the kitchen, contemplating on what his next move should be in this reality game of chess.

Aly's House

"So then he says, 'I just wanted to see how fast I could get in your pants, since Justin seems to be quicker at it than me.' Can you believe that?" Stacy told her best friends, Aly and Torrie, as she tried to retell the events from earlier without crying, but it was no use.

"Stace. I'm so sorry that this happened." Torrie said as she hugged her distressed friend.

"God, I just want to kill Justin right now." Stacy exclaimed as she wiped away her tears.

"What's gonna happen tomorrow? I mean, do you think the guys will like, wanna start a fight or something with Justin and his friends or what?" Aly inquired as they all looked at each other with worried expressions on their faces.

Stacy sighed and rolled her eyes. "I know Randy will start something with Justin. Actually, better yet, I guarantee Randy will start something."

"You'd better talk to him tomorrow Stace so he doesn't do anything stupid." Torrie warned her.

"I'll try but he won't listen. He's so hardheaded and stubborn. I hate it!"

"But he's not the only one. Grant is pretty stubborn himself." Aly mentioned, trying to comfort Stacy.

"Actually yeah he is pretty stupid." Torrie joked which made Stacy chuckle.

"Shut up." Aly laughed along as the girls continued to converse on the events that were more than likely going to take place the next day.

Lacrosse Practice the Next Day

"Dude, seriously, I would beat his ass the next time I saw him man. I wouldn't put up with that shit. Him trying to get all up on my girl like that. No way. He'd be dead." Grant forcefully said as he, Randy, and John finished up practice.

"I know dude. Listen to Grant. We should find him right now and kick his ass. He plays baseball doesn't he?" John asked as both Randy's friends were getting riled up to fight this girl stealing prick.

"Man I would if I knew I wasn't gonna get suspended or even expelled for doin' it. He's gonna pay somehow. One way or another, I will beat his ass." Randy swore as he took off all of his lacrosse padding, leaving him in nothing but his white lacrosse shorts and cleats. He swung his bag over his shoulder and carried his stick in the other hand. "God, I just can't believe Stacy would do this to me man. I never thought of her as a cheater."

Grant and John looked at each other. "Dude, but….I really don't think that Stacy would intentionally do that to you. I mean, the way she talks about you when I'm over at Torrie's or even when it's just me and her walkin' through the hallways…it doesn't sound to me like she would even think about doing something to hurt you dude. She's in love with you and I KNOW that you love her. It's almost sickening." John joked at the end but meant every word of what he said.

Randy smirked at the thought of Stacy talking about her love for him with others. She really did love him and he knew that his heart belonged to her. This sort of thing shouldn't interfere with their relationship, especially when she didn't mean for it to happen. Justin was an asshole and he always made her feel bad for whatever she did. Even when Randy would sit on the sidelines and watch and listen to them when they were a couple, made him sick to his stomach knowing that he was three times more of a better boyfriend than stupidass Justin was. He would always pull ridiculous stunts with her, checking out other girls when they walked together or blamed her for a stupid mistake. Justin was just a piece of shit that thought he could get away with just about anything, even trying to hook up Randy Orton's girlfriend.

"Wow. What a fuckin' coincidence. Look who we have here." Grant yelled out as Justin walked by with his friends, Scott and Ryan, who were also on the baseball team.

"Talkin' bout me Orton?" Justin stopped dead in his tracks with his baseball bag slumped over his shoulder and a baseball bat in his hand.

Meanwhile….

"Alright, Grant should be here any minute now. Their practice ended, what, ten minutes ago?" Aly asked Stacy as they waited for Grant to hop in since Aly was taking Grant home.

"Yeah I think so." Stacy answered. She looked around the parking lot for other lacrosse players, but was really trying to look for Randy.

Another 5 minutes…

"Alright that's it. He's not answering his phone or anything. I'm going to find him. Come on." Aly ordered as Stacy got out of the car with her to go and search for Grant Featherston.

As they made their way towards the stadium field, yelling and shouting became a lot clearer. The two girls entered the stands to look down at the field and see Grant, John, Randy, Justin, Scott, and Ryan shouting at each other.

"Oh my god. You gotta be kidding me." Stacy said to herself as she looked over at Aly whose mouth had fallen to the ground.

"We better get down there quick." Aly suggested as they raced down the stadium steps.

"Oh well look who we have here! The woman of the hour has arrived! Love the short skirt Stacy!" Justin shouted as he licked his lips and arrogantly laughed.

Randy was fuming. He practically had steam coming out of his ears. "You son of a bitch! I'm gonna kick your ass right here. Right now!" Randy threatened as he dropped his lacrosse bag and stick on the ground.

"Randy don't!" Stacy yelled as her and Aly came rushing down beside their boyfriends.

"Stacy. Just stay back." John yelled at her.

"You too Aly." Grant commanded, although Stacy didn't listen.

"Randy please! Don't do this. He's not worth it. Please let's just go." Stacy imperatively demanded as she grabbed Randy's large muscular arm and tried to pull him away. But of course, he didn't budge. He just gently pushed Stacy behind him so that she wouldn't get hurt.

"Come on fag. Let's do this." Scott pried as he stepped up closer to Randy.

"Why don't you step the fuck back bitch." John said.

"Fuck you Cena. And you too Featherston. You both suck each other's balls anyways." Ryan commented, gripping the metal baseball bat in his hands a little tighter now.

"Grant, John, Randy let's go!" Aly screamed as they began to back up slowly, heading for the stands.

"Randy come on!" Stacy shouted as he was still staring back at the three bitch-ass baseball players.

"Yeah, Orton. Listen to your bitch. Yelling at you isn't the only thing she does well with her mouth!" Justin shouted, which caused all five of them to turn around.

Stacy couldn't believe what he had just said. Aly was completely shocked and didn't know what to say. John and Grant just looked at each other, then at Randy. Randy looked like he was about to explode. Right then and there, Stacy knew that she had absolutely no control over the situation now.

"That's it faggot!" Randy shouted as he and Justin ran at each other and began to throw punches.

"Randy! Justin! Stop! Please!" Stacy screamed, even though she knew they wouldn't listen.

Grant and John joined in once they saw Scott and Ryan going after Randy, trying to create a triple team. Justin tried to hit Randy with the metal bat but Randy quickly overpowered him, grabbed the bat and punched Justin square in the face. John and Grant were both kicking Scott and Ryan's asses. They were all throwing punches and kicks, kneeing each other in the gut. It was an all out brawl and all Stacy and Aly could do was scream and watch.

Justin managed to throw a hard right and cut open Randy's lip, leaking blood all over his face and the field. But Randy soon tackled Justin to the ground and wrestled with him until he got a good enough angle to land one final punch to Justin's jaw. John and Grant had already finished off Scott and Ryan who had run away a few yards to make sure they were in the clear of their unforgiving punches. Justin remained lying on the ground, clutching his nose as Randy got up and stood above his opponent.

"If you say one word to anybody about this, you're not a man at all." Randy said as he looked down upon Justin Thompson's swollen and bruised body. "And one more thing…" Randy continued as he bent down closer to Justin's face. "Don't EVER, mess with Stacy again. You hear me?" Justin just nodded his head and coughed hard from the multiple blows to his torso. He had lost the fight, proving that he was all talk and no action.

"Guys come on! Let's go for the final fuckin' time!" Aly demanded as she grabbed Grant by the arm and led him and John up the stadium stairs.

Stacy grabbed Randy by the arm and helped him as well, but no words were exchanged between them. It was almost natural for her to grab his arm and help him when he was in need of it. Stacy decided to break the moment of silence between them as she spotted blood trickling from his lip. "Oh my god, Randy. You're bleeding."

Randy touched his lip to see if he really was and sure enough, he was. "I'm fine. Don't worry."

"Randy please, let me help you." Stacy suggested as she grabbed a tissue from her purse to wipe away the blood.

"No. I'm fine. Just leave it." Randy shortly said as he turned his shoulder to block her from helping him.

"Randy Orton, you stupidass. Let me help you." She commanded as he didn't complain and allowed her to clean him up.

"Yo Stace, you comin' with us or no?!" Aly shouted across the parking lot, as her and Randy were already heading in the direction of Randy's truck.

Stacy looked at Randy and shook her head. "You guys go ahead!"

Randy looked at her like she was crazy. After everything that had happened yesterday between them, she didn't want to leave him with a bloody lip? How could she possibly want to be around him right now? He was such an asshole to her and just got into a fight with the person who had gotten them into this awkward and unwanted predicament.

Stacy looked back at Randy and saw the confused facial expression. "What? You need help. You're lip is bleeding and I know that you aren't gonna do anything to fix it."

Randy just shook his head and threw his stick and lacrosse bag in the back. They both opened up the doors and got in as he started up his Black Dodge Ram and drove out of the parking lot.

"Well, it looks like they might be in for a little make-up sex." Grant joked, but then again, was telling the truth and him and Aly got into her Audi.

"Ooh. Make-up sex. Let's fight on purpose so we can do that." Aly laughed as Grant raised his eyebrows.

"Hell yeah. Let's do it!" Grant said as Aly just giggled and drove out of the parking lot a few seconds after Randy and Stacy did.

In Randy's Truck….

Stacy looked over at Randy, wanting so bad to just kiss him and make everything okay, but she knew that couldn't happen. She looked over his well defined tan bulging muscles and abs, along with his white lacrosse shorts which made Stacy want to just touch herself.

At the same time, Randy looked over at Stacy, causing Stacy to turn her head so she was looking out the window. Randy sort of laughed internally, smiling and scanning over her beautiful body. She wore a short denim skirt with a pair of Ugg boots, and a green Cougars lacrosse sweatshirt on. Her hair was up in a loose bun with a white headband and her make-up accentuated her face magnificently. She was turning him in on in so many ways, especially when she would tease him and switch her legs when she crossed them. Randy thought he was gonna run off the road if she kept up this torture.

Stacy looked back over at Randy once more to see if his lip had stopped bleeding.

"What?" Randy asked, noticing her staring at him.

"I was making sure your lip stopped bleeding, that's all." Stacy simply said as she looked back out the window.

"Listen Stace…" Randy began, drawing Stacy's attention to him. "I don't even know what to say really…um…" He couldn't quite express his emotions as well as he thought her could. He sounded like an idiot but what did he have to lose? "I want to sincerely say that….I am so sorry for everything that has happened in the last few days…"

"But Randy it's not your fau…" Stacy began but was then cut off by him.

"No Stace. It is. It is my fault. I blamed you for something that was outta of your control and I feel like such an asshole for saying those things that I said to you at my house. I could never, ever, ever think those things about you Stacy. I love you way too much for some asshole like Justin to come between us like he has. You're everything to me Stace, and I'd do anything to keep you as my girlfriend."

Stacy didn't even know what to say. She hadn't expected an apology from him at all. She was the one that should be apologizing, not him! "Randy, baby, I should be the one apologizing. It was my fault for being so stupid as to even be ten feet near the guy. He's just such an asshole and I guess…I guess I just wanted to believe that it wasn't true."

Randy pulled off onto another road, which began to look familiar to Stacy. "But deep down inside Stace….I don't know why but…………I felt like I didn't deserve you. You're like the perfect girl. A girl that I hold up on a pedestal who is the ultimate female perfection. I feel like I can't even come close to deserving a girl like you. You have the looks, the brain, the humor, the wit. Nobody even comes close to holding a candle to you. I'm just so afraid that one day you're gonna find a better guy than me who can treat you right and give you everything you want that I can't. I'm just so scared that that's gonna happen one day and I won't ever get you back."

He stopped at the same place that they had parked the last time they fought over a Justin incident; a place overlooking the ocean and the beach, free of any people or lights. It was just the two of them once again. But, it did seem ironic, given the fact that once again, after getting in a fight over Justin, they came there to settle their problems.

Stacy turned to face her boyfriend who had just spilled out his entire heart to her. She almost felt like crying but the joy of him loving her so deeply was far too great to ruin this moment. She scooted closer towards him as she placed her hands on his bare chest. She expertly straddled his lap, leaving just enough room for both their bodies to fit between the steering wheel and the seat.

"Don't be scared of losing me Randy. You are and always will be my one true love, no matter what happens. You are so incredibly amazing that I can't even begin to come up with the words to describe how much I love you. You're perfect in every way, inside and out. And I will never leave you for some other guy. Ever. You're my other half and I don't know what I would do without you. Please forgive me for the pain I've caused you because that's the last thing I want to do is hurt you. I want to be with you forever Randy. I love you so mu…"

(This is where the song starts lol)

Randy quickly smashed his lips against hers, sending electric sparks throughout both their bodies. He slid his tongue ever so delicately into her mouth, creating a soft, beautiful kiss that both lusted for from one another. It was like their first kiss; so passionate yet tender and slow. Her lips were so soft and his were so gentle.

Randy ever so slowly, without breaking the intense and erotic kiss, laid her down across the front seat, positioning his body between her legs. His hand crept up her legs delicately, moving across her tan smooth skin like a butterfly, sending chills all over her body. He lifted up her hips just enough to slide her short jean skirt and her pink laced panties down her legs.

Stacy felt the chilly night air envelope her lower body, calling for Randy's to fall on top of hers to make her warm again. He then lifted off her sweatshirt to reveal a pink laced bra, a perfect match to the panties he had just previously disposed of. Randy elegantly lowered his head, placing small irresistible kisses along her taught midsection. Stacy writhed underneath of him to place his wet sultry mouth around her aching nipples. He sluggishly reached around her back to unhook the pink laced bra; a nuisance that prevented him from pleasing her in an unimaginable way.

He faintly placed his mouth around her nipple, causing Stacy to whimper and arch her back for more. He cupped the other breast with his other hand, caressing it to create stimulation. Stacy tossed underneath of his muscular body, wanting him to fulfill her desire for him. He sucked on her breast harder, causing Stacy to bite her bottom lip and shut her eyes even tighter, engulfing the powerful sensations that ran through her veins.

Randy slowly brought himself up to face her. He placed his lips atop hers and returned to their delicate and sensual kiss that had started the cascade of their sexual actions. He pushed down his shorts to rest at his knees, rubbing his manhood against her center, teasing her with every repeated stroke. Before he entered, they simultaneously broke the dizzying kiss. Stacy grabbed the back of his head and held it close to her own.

He tauntingly entered her slowly but gracefully. Stacy raked her fingers through his hair, whimpering and moaning loudly, enjoying the movement of his manhood inside her. Randy progressively pumped himself faster and harder with each stride he made; making sure to milk her for everything she was worth. Her walls were tight and gripping, forcing tides of pleasure to project through his body. Their moans became louder as Stacy gripped onto Randy's back harder and harder. He soon began to thrust at a much faster pace, causing them both to feel outbreaks of delectable and erotic waves piercing through their bodies. "Randy!" Stacy screamed as she rode the pleasure-filled currents that originated from her throbbing wet center. Randy climaxed along with her as he pumped a few more times to ensure their sexual encounter was completely finished.

The two rested in each other's arms for a little while longer, catching their breath from their erotic workout. The windows in the truck had fogged up completely by then, due to all of the commotion that had just taken place. And with that, both Randy and Stacy held each other for a little while longer, before repeating their sexual actions one final time, and heading home with their relationship patched up and stronger than ever.