Hang Ten Surf Shop

"Your change is two dollars and thirty-two cents." Randy said to the customer as he handed him the money and his receipt.

"Thanks man." The guy said as he grabbed his bag and headed for the door.

"Have a nice day."

As the guy made his way out the surf shop door, another person entered.

"Yo dude, you ready to go catch some waves or what?" John asked as he walked up to the counter and leaned against it, acting like he owned the place.

"Yeah man, let me just grab my board." Randy answered as he headed towards the back storage room. "Yo Dave, I'm gonna go catch some waves man. What time you want me in tomorrow?" Randy asked his boss who was busy sorting boxes.

"Eh just come in at like…four. It's gonna be Thursday tomorrow, right?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, yeah I guess you should just come in at four then. It probably won't be that busy anyways." Dave informed Randy as he carried a box of t-shirts out of the back room and out into the front of the store. "Hey man what's up?" He nodded to John politely, knowing that John was Randy's friend and was a frequent customer of Hang Ten Surf Shop.

"Pretty good thanks." John answered.

"Alright thanks man." Randy said as he carried his board under his arm towards the front door.

"Good luck with the waves out there bros. They've seemed to be pretty gnarly lately." Dave informed the two surfers as Randy and John both thanked him and said their goodbyes, highly anticipating the adrenaline they were about to receive from the monstrous waves.

At the beach…

"So you goin' out with Stacy tonight?" John asked his best friend as the two made their way towards John's silver truck.

"Yeah I'm taking her out to dinner at that new place…um…Copper Moon or something. I've heard some pretty good reviews bout it so…" He responded throwing his board in the back bed of the high-risen truck.

"That's cool dude. I don't know what I'm gonna do with Tor. I guess nothing since it is a Wednesday." John sort of joked but half seriously stated as him and Randy climbed into the truck. "But bro, I heard that there's this real hot chick workin' there and you've gotta see her. I mean, I've only seen her when I drove by there once and she was comin' outta the door….but damn! She is sooo fucking hot."

Randy laughed as John started the engine. "Dude you sound like a stalker."

"Okay…seriously…Randy…this-girl-is-hot!" John excitedly exclaimed as Randy just continued to laugh at his friend's testosterone-driven ways.

"Alright man I'll look out for her. But I'll feel like such a dick though cause Stace is gonna be sittin' right next to me. I don't know if I can be starin' at some other girl right in front of her. Especially when she's so hot anyways. Why would I wanna look at some other girl who probably doesn't even come close to being hotter than Stace?"

"Well that is true, Stace is hotter than her but still…you'd be such a pussy if you didn't check her out dude, seriously."

Randy just shook his head and chuckled. "Do you know her name?"

"It's uh…Melissa or something. But I don't know. Grant told me bout her like two weeks ago so…the name might not be right but she's got black wavy hair and a tight round ass. Seriously dude, she's bangin'."

"Okay, okay. I'll try to look for her. But does Torrie know how much you're into this girl? Cause if she heard you talkin' like this she'd probably kill you." Randy stated.

John just let it roll off his shoulder as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the sandy road. "Actually that gives me a great idea. Maybe I should tell her."

Randy shot a confused but slightly amused look at his friend as he sipped on a bottle of Mountain Dew. "What? Why?"

"Cause…maybe Tor would agree to have a threesome with me and her." Randy almost choked on his soda from laughing as he immediately spit it out of the truck window. John even laughed so hard that he almost ran them off the road.

"Holy shit dude, that would be so damn funny!" Randy managed to say as he sat back in the seat and continued to laugh.

"But Randy, could you imagine having a girl like that and Stacy all to yourself as they pleasured you beyond reason?" John asked looking over at him.

Randy began to envision the fantasy but then snapped out of it and looked back over at John. "Actually I can't imagine it since I haven't even seen this chick yet!"

"Ha ha ha don't worry dude, you will." John assured him, thinking about the possibility of having a threesome with his already hot girlfriend and another sexy girl.

Copper Moon Restaurant

"God this place is so nice." Stacy mentioned to her boyfriend as they sat at their table looking over the menu.

"Yeah I know right. I like it." Randy answered her with a cute grin.

Stacy smiled as Randy stared at her angelic face. "What?"

"You're just so beautiful, that's all."

Stacy smiled and grabbed his hand with hers, tangling their fingers together. "You're so good to me Randy."

Randy just grinned back at his sexy girlfriend, looking over her gorgeous short grey colored dress with sparkling jewels on it. She had her dirty blonde hair half up and her shoulder's exposed her tan smooth skin teasingly. Randy felt the bulge in his pants grow but maintained his cool and tried to ignore the repetitive sexual urges.

A little while after the two had received their meals and had begun to just have some small talk, Randy looked over past Stacy's shoulder. His eyes grew much larger as he spotted the waitress that John had been talking about; and surely John wasn't kidding about how bangin' she was. She wore her hair up in a ponytail with the appropriate black tight pants and white buttoned shirt uniform, but made sure to show just enough of her cleavage to pick up extra tips from her male customers, but of course not making it too slutty to more conservative customers.

Randy was in a daze and just continued to stare at the gorgeous girl who looked to be maybe a year or two older than him; a hot college girl. He was in such a daze that he didn't even recognize their waitress come by and clear away their plates.

"Sir, would you like some desert?" the waitress asked as Randy snapped out of his trance.

"Huh? Oh um…did you get anything?" He asked Stacy who looked a little confused.

"Yeah I just ordered some cheesecake. Are you getting anything?" Stacy answered her boyfriend who was acting sort of peculiar.

"Um I'll have what she's having." He answered as the waitress wrote down the order and headed back towards the kitchen.

"Are you okay babe?" Stacy asked concerned as her boyfriend looked a little flushed.

"What? Yeah I'm fine. So anyways…what were you saying?"

"Well, I think when we get to Chrissie's after prom then…." Stacy began but Randy wasn't really paying attention. He skillfully gazed past his girlfriend's shoulder to stare back at the waitress, but to his surprise, she was staring back at him. She flirtatiously waved at him and then began talking to one of the other waitresses she worked with. She pointed to him as they both giggled and waved.

Randy just smirked and then quickly turned his attention back to Stacy, who hadn't noticed him looking past her as she continued to talk. Randy couldn't help but look back again at the stunning girl, now making her way towards him with a platter of food. She stared into his eyes the entire way as she broke the eye contact when she walked right by him with another table's order. Randy loved the way she was flirting with him. But of course, he tried to act casual.

As time continued to pass, this little game between the two had grown much more noticeable. She began to give him winks and little hand gestures every time she walked by their table which made Randy smirk and feel pretty cocky about himself.

Stacy by now had noticed something offbeat about his behavior. She continued to talk to try and see what was distracting him. But then, the waitress walked by swaggering her hips back and forth in her tight black pants once again which Randy, or any other straight man, couldn't help but glance at. But instead of just taking a quick glance, he continued to stare. He watched her as she stopped back at her usual spot where the waiters patiently waited for their orders near the kitchen door.

Stacy didn't let her eyes leave his for second, seeing as though he by now wasn't even paying attention or even caring about what she was saying. All of a sudden, Stacy saw Randy wink. But it wasn't a wink in her direction. It looked to be sent somewhere behind her. Stacy immediately turned around and spotted the person he was winking at.

A look of disgust swept across her face as she turned back around to face her boyfriend. "Are you serious right now?" She asked extremely pissed off.

"What're you talkin' about?" Randy asked trying to act nonchalant, although he knew deep down that he was caught red handed.

"You've been flirting with her this whole time haven't you?" Stacy angrily accused him as she stared back furiously into his eyes.

"Wait, what? Are you joking?" Randy said as the guilt began to creep up inside of him.

"Don't play stupid with me Randy. I've been watching you for the last five minutes staring over my shoulder and smirking and grinning at her. Do you really think I'm that dumb?" Stacy had had it and was hurt by his rude and careless actions.

"Come on Stace…no I wasn't." Randy defended himself as he sat back in his chair like it wasn't a big deal.

"You're such an asshole." Stacy exclaimed almost crying as she grabbed her purse and got up from the table.

"Where're you going?" Randy quietly asked as he grabbed her arm, trying to not cause a scene at the restaurant.

Stacy pulled her arm away from him and shot him a disgusted and saddened face. "I'm going home."

"But…how am I supposed to get back home?" He asked since she was the one that drove them there.

Was he being for real right now? He was just flirting it up with some other girl right in front of her and all he was worried about was how he was gonna get a ride home? "That's not my problem." She answered him as she walked by him and briskly strutted out the door. Randy felt like such shit at that moment and couldn't care less that the hot waitress had just witnessed their embarrassing quarrel. 'What the hell are you thinking man? Stacy's you're fucking girlfriend. How could you be so fucking stupid?' He thought to himself as their table waitress came with their strawberry cheesecake.

"Um…could I get the check please?" Randy asked the waitress as she nodded her head and walked back to the cash register, quickly bringing him the receipt.

Randy immediately got up from the table and walked out the door, not even glancing back at the girl. He looked right then left, trying to find Stacy in the parking lot. He saw her making her way to her car with her head down and her arms crossed in front of her. "Stace!" He quickly tried to catch up with her as she just ignored his calls.

"Stace! Stacy!" Randy shouted as he grabbed the white door of her Mustang before she was able to climb in.

"Get the hell away from me Randy!" Stacy shouted back with anger, however, not displaying one single tear on her face.

"Stace, come on. This is ridiculous." He said as he stood there in front of her with his white dress shirt sleeves slightly rolled up and his hands placed on his hips.

"Ridiculous? That's all you can say Randy? This is more than ridiculous. Here we are at a nice dinner, having a great time, enjoying each other's company, then all of a sudden, some 'sexy' girl comes walking by and you don't even once glance back at me. Do you know how disrespectful and hurtful that is Randy? Do you have any idea how much it hurts me to see you drooling and flirting with some other girl right in front of me? Especially when this is supposed to be our time together?"

Randy felt the piercing arrow of guilt plunge into his heart, but instead of an apology leaving his lips, a retaliation escaped them. "Are you fucking kidding me right now? You have the gall to say that I'm disrespectful and hurtful for simply flirting with another girl, when you of all people, are so much worse than that? You not only made out with Justin once before, but you practically let him fuck you the second time you two were together! I wasn't fucking making out with her and wanting to fuck her! So don't call me hurtful and careless when you're surely the best candidate for that!"

Stacy just looked at him with burning eyes. She shook her head as finally a soft tear rolled down her soft cheek.

Randy felt like the lowest person in the world at that moment. They had tried to move past that predicament a little while back but it was still digging away at him internally for so long. He had felt the pain of not completely being able to trust her. But at this moment, he was more pissed off about how she was being so inconsiderately hypocritical. The whole flirting thing with the waitress didn't even seem like that big of a deal to him but he knew to her, that it was reflecting his disrespect towards her and how it seemed that he was more interested in the waitress than his own girlfriend.

"Listen Stace I'm…"

"Don't say another word to me." She sharply said as she climbed in her car and shut the door. She started her car and backed out. Not even looking in his direction, she drove past him and pulled out of the parking lot, leaving Randy all alone.

"Fuck!" He shouted as he whipped out his phone. He quickly searched through his contacts and called one of his friends. "Yo John, could you come pick me up? I'm at Copper Moon."

"Wait, what? Where's Stacy?" His friend asked surprised on the other end.

"She left me here."

"What why?"

"Take one wild guess."

"I'll be right there dude." John answered as Randy hung up his phone and waited patiently outside the restaurant. He paced back and forth, pondering on how he was gonna clear up this mess. 'But why should I be worried about this? I didn't even do anything wrong.' He thought to himself. 'I mean fuck, I wasn't even gonna do anything with her. Is it really against the law to check out another girl just because you're in a relationship?'

About 15 minutes later, John picked up Randy and they headed back towards Randy's house.

"So wait, you winked at her and then Stacy saw you?!" John repeated the climax of the story as Randy just sat back in his seat with his hand on his forehead, staring out the window.

"Yeah! She's being such a fucking bitch about it though! It's not like I was gonna go and sleep with her or something. Or even talk to her. God, this just fucking pisses me off to no end! I hate having a girlfriend!" Randy blurted out as he clenched his jaw and furrowed his brows.

John just sat there quietly, not really knowing what to say. Never once had his best friend complained about being with Stacy; never. He couldn't help but feel slightly responsible for the situation at hand since he did sort of force Randy to check out the waitress. But he didn't have to completely flirt with her and carry on like he did. But John wasn't gonna even come close to telling him that, since Randy was already infuriated at the moment.

John pulled into Randy's driveway and parked his truck. "Thanks for the ride man." Randy said.

"Sure. But hey Randy…this'll all work out." John tried to encourage him.

"I don't know. I'll just see you tomorrow k?" Randy responded back as he walked up to his front door and let himself in. John just shook his head and slowly backed out, feeling guilty for forcing this wedge between two of his best friends.

Randy quickly walked inside, slamming the door behind him.

"Randy, is that you?" Elaine Orton called out from their enormous kitchen.

"Yeah." He shortly said while heading up the stairs to his room.

"How was Stacy?" She asked about her favorite girlfriend of Randy's.

"I don't wanna talk about it." Was all he said as he walked into his room and shut the door with a large echoing bang.