Saturday Night

"Okay Stace, you guys haven't talked in like three days. That's ridiculous." Torrie stated her opinion as she fixed her hair in the mirror right in front of her. "You guys just need to make up."

Stacy sat on Torrie's bed, already ready for the party they were about to go to. She flipped through a magazine with a disappointed face, shaking her head which caused her dangling earrings to jingle. "It's not that simple Tor."

Torrie checked over her outfit in her full-length mirror. She wore a tight pair of jeans with a cute light green spaghetti strap top and her straight blonde hair resting on her shoulders. Her light green eye shadow reflected the jade green of her eyes beautifully along with her black eyeliner. "I know that. I just hate seeing you two fighting. Cause then it seems so awkward like in the hallways and stuff. Can't you guys just like, talk about the situation or something? He's probably gonna be a at the party tonight anyways so…just confront him then."

"I'm certainly not gonna confront him. He can come up to me and apologize if he really wants to but I did nothing wrong so…I have nothing to say to him." Stacy simply said, tossing the magazine onto the nightstand next to the bed and walking over to look over her outfit in the mirror as well. She wore her straight dirty blond hair half up with black eyeliner and a cute white and black trimmed top with a light pair of jeans.

"But I can see where you're coming from Stace. He really shouldn't have done what he did and he should know that you just don't do that when you're right in front of your girlfriend, or whoever. Really you shouldn't do that at any time when you're in a relationship. I mean, I'd probably kick John right in the balls if he did that to me." Torrie said, causing Stacy to briefly laugh.

"You know what's so funny 'bout that? I could actually picture you doing that to him." Stacy giggled some more with her best friend. "His balls would be completely swollen after you were done with him."

"Ew Stace! You're so nasty." Torrie laughed along at her friend's semi-perverted humor, which was extremely funny. "But actually I couldn't even imagine the size of those things if they were swollen. Since he already has huge ones already."

"Ew Torrie! I didn't need to fucking hear that!" Stacy laughed even harder as she threw a pillow at Torrie.

"What? You were talking about them swelling and shit! So really you're the perverted one!"

"Nah, I think you take that one girl." Stacy chuckled as she grabbed her purse and checked her makeup in the mirror one last time, making sure that her mascara didn't run after she was practically crying from laughter.

"You're right I do." Torrie agreed proudly as Stacy just smiled at her and shook her head.

"You're such a dumbass." She joked as Torrie just laughed back at her and grabbed her Louis Vuitton purse. "Ready to go?"

"Ready to party!" Stacy exclaimed as they both ran down the stairs and out to Torrie's BMW.

Greg's House a.k.a. The Party

"My girls!" Aly screamed with a beer in her hand as she ran towards her two best friends.

"Aly what? How many drinks have you had?" Stacy laughed as her friend swung her arm around her shoulder, clearly intoxicated by the glaze over her eyes and the slight slurring of her words.

"Too many to count baby!" She laughed as Torrie and Stacy both looked at each other, giggling at how funny their friend could be when she was drunk. "Let's go find my boyfriend. Shall we?!"

"Yeah, let's go find Grant!" Stacy shouted at Aly and Torrie, since the music was up so loud.

"To the keg!" Aly gestured with the red cup of beer in her hand.

Torrie and Stacy greeted everyone in the house as they made their way towards the pool area where the kegs were located.

"Hey! Stace! Torrie! Nice of you two to show up!" Their friend Greg approached them as he was working one of the kegs.

"Shut the hell up Greg. You knew I was coming." Torrie said as he handed her a beer.

"That's what she said." Greg joked as Torrie just punched him in the shoulder.

"You're so gay."

"Yo what up ladies?" A familiar voice called out.

"Grant! My lover!" Aly shouted as she ran up to him and jumped into his arms.

Stacy, Greg, and Torrie all laughed at Aly's actions. Grant carried her back over to the keg, even though he was equally as drunk as her. But it was a little humorous to watch him carry her with such a wobbly walk. "I'm gonna tap that ass tonight." Grant laughed as he smacked his girlfriend's ass.

"Nope. Nope. Nope. I haven't had enough drinks in me yet." Aly reassured him as she just giggled along with him.

"Oh my god you two." Torrie commented as she grabbed a beer from Greg.

"Hey Tor. I think I saw John in the house somewhere. He was askin' if you were here." Grant informed the blonde as he took a sip of beer.

"Oh alright. I guess I'll go and find him then." Torrie said as she said her goodbyes and went inside to find her boytoy.

"So I heard 'bout you and Randy." Greg claimed as they stood next to each other with Grant and Aly. "I'm sorry."

"He's just being a dick and he thinks he did nothing wrong. I just can't stand when he acts like a jackass." Stacy admitted as Greg nodded his head.

"Yeah that sucks. But it'll all work out. It always seems to with you guys."

"Yeah well…I don't know about this time." Stacy remarked as she looked off into the distance, thinking about her boyfriend and how much she just wanted this whole ordeal to be over with.

"But hey…let's not worry 'bout that shit. We're gonna have a good time tonight right?!" Greg rallied as he lifted his cup into the air.

"Right!" Stacy, Grant, and Aly laughed as they cheered their beers with him and took a chug.

"Oh my god! What up my bitches?!" Katie laughed as her, Troy, Jeff, and Pete came walking over towards the four.

"You guys wanna play some Kings Kup over there?" Troy pointed over to one of the tables on the patio.

"Hell yeah! Let's go!" Stacy shouted as everybody hollered and made their way over to the table.

"Woooo Kings Kup!" Aly screamed as Grant carried her over, making everybody laugh due to both of their smashed states.

An hour and a half later….

Stacy had been staying outside for most of the party, trying hard not to come in contact with Randy. She had seen him walk by a few times to grab a beer at the kegs but she would quickly avert her eyes to something else, not wanting him to spot her staring at him. That would probably cause him to think that she was desperately missing him and couldn't resist him. And she was surely not gonna give him any chance to think that.

"Hey, I'm gonna go inside and find Tor." Stacy said to Troy and Julie, who were sitting at the table with her.

"Alright that's cool. I think she's in the garage." Jeff mentioned. "Plus, you can't keep up with us in Kings Kup anyways." He joked.

"Jeff, you're such a fag." Stacy chuckled as Jeff just simply flipped her off.

She quickly weaved her way through the groups of people dancing in the living room and kitchen and headed straight for the garage. She spotted Torrie and John talking with Grant and Jesse out near the driveway. So she again, weaved herself through the crowd of people and finally made it to her destination.

"Hey guys." Stacy said as they all greeted her.

"So how many games of King Kup did you end up playing?" Jesse asked.

"Um like three or four. I don't know I lost count after the first one." She giggled which made everyone else laugh.

"That's my girl." Torrie laughed as she cheered her cup with Stacy's.

As they continued to converse and have a good time, a brief tap on her shoulder made Stacy turn around.

"I need to talk to you," Was all he said as she looked at him with an unamused and slightly annoyed face.

Not knowing why she was actually listening to him, Stacy walked with him to the end of the driveway where they could talk alone and not be heard.

The rest of their friends stood there awkwardly in the garage with a perfect view of the two.

"Dude this is so weird." Jesse commented as everyone drew their attention back to him.

"God, I know. It's just not right when they're fighting. Cause then it's really awkward for the rest of us. I mean, I know they don't mean for it to be that way but…it is." Grant remarked as they all looked back over in the couple's direction.

"Yeah but Randy really shouldn't have done that. That was such a dick move. You just shouldn't do that when you're with somebody. But I mean, it's okay to look at someone else and you know, think whatever about them but…it's another thing to go through with it like he did." Torrie defended Stacy as all the guys looked back at her.

"Nah I totally agree with what you're saying. He shouldn't have been flirting with her that much but still…if I had the opportunity, I'd flirt it up with that hot piece of ass." Jesse laughed as they all chuckled along.

"But would you do that if you were in a relationship with an even hotter girl?" Grant asked Jesse, referring to Randy's situation.

Jesse thought about his answer. "Nah I wouldn't do that."

They all drew their attention back to the couple. Randy stood there with his hands raised and gesturing like they were fighting. Stacy stood there with her arms crossed but, by the looks of her body language, she was putting up a fight as well.

"How could you say that Randy?! You know that you were in the wrong!" Stacy shouted, knowing that he wasn't absorbing anything she was saying.

"So wait. What you're telling me is that I can't ever look at another girl as long as I'm with you. Right? That's what you're telling me to do?" Randy yelled back with force.

"No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm just telling you…" Stacy started but was cut off.

"Yeah. See? You're telling me what to do. Since when do I take orders from you? Huh?"

"You're being such a prick! I'm not telling you what to do Randy. I'm just saying that it's a simple world known rule that you just don't start flirting it up with another girl when you're in a relationship. Especially when your girlfriend is sitting right in front of you! It's rude and disrespectful!"

Randy stood there shaking his head. He was fighting an uphill battle and was surely losing. He knew what he did was wrong but he didn't want to admit it. He took off his grey Hurley hat and raked his hand through his short brown hair, trying to relieve some tension that was building up in his head. He put his hat back on and looked across at Stacy. Her eyes were glistening from the tears that were forming in them, although there was only dim lighting from the streetlamp a few yards away. He hated seeing her like this, but something inside of him didn't want him to let this one go. His pride was too large and was interfering with his decisions.

"Randy, if you can't be a man and apologize to me right now then I'm no longer gonna waste my time with you." She threatened. Her gaze remained sturdy and focused, although when those words left her lips she wasn't really quite sure how powerful her statement was. She had just threatened to break up with him which was one of the last things she wanted to do. But she couldn't continue to be mistreated and disrespected like this; even if he was her one true love.

Randy's facial expression was almost indescribable. A flash of fear, hurt, love, pain, and surprise all combined into one harmonious face that not even his girlfriend had seen him make before. She was really going to break up with him if he didn't apologize? What was she thinking? Over something so stupid and meaningless? She couldn't be serious. He had to push her just a little bit further.

"Well you know what? I feel like I've been wasting my time with you already."

Stacy shook her head and frowned. "So you're saying that all this time that we've spent getting back together and being with each other has been nothing but a waste? And that you have better things to do than besides being with me? God you're such an asshole!"

"Pretty much the only time I enjoyed spending time with you was when I was getting my dick sucked or fucking you crazy!" Randy stood completely still, shocked at what he just said. 'What the fuck did I just say? What the fuck is wrong with you?' He thought to himself as the bitter night air consumed his body. Regret was so miniscule to what he was feeling at that moment that really the feeling was indescribable. He looked over at his girlfriend. Her whole heart seemed to crumble right before his eyes. 'Why? Why did you say that you stupid fuck?'

"Stace I didn't…" But his words were silenced by a loud smacking sound that echoed throughout the neighborhood. A sharp pain flooded his face as he jerked his head to the side from the force. He didn't even look back at her as tears fell rapidly from her eyes; those eyes that he loved so dearly. He couldn't. He was ashamed of himself and the way he treated her. His dignity was gone and his respect for himself seemed to disappear. She had every right to smack him. He unknowingly wanted her to smack him again and again, just so that he could feel the pain that he had caused her.

"We're over." Was all she could manage to say with her quivering voice. She quickly turned on her heel and walked briskly back to the garage.

"Oh my god Stace. What…what happened?" Torrie asked concerned as she wrapped her crying friend up into her arms. But she knew what had happened. She saw them fighting. She saw her smack him across the face. In fact, all of them saw it. John, Jesse, and Grant saw it. They just couldn't believe their eyes.

"I've gotta get outta here." Stacy sniffled as Torrie held her a little while longer.

"Alright, we'll leave right now." She assured her friend. "I'll call you later okay?" She said to John who silently nodded his head. "Come on Stace. We'll go back to my house."

Stacy just sobbed as she walked next to her friend on their way down the driveway. Torrie peered over at Randy with disappointed eyes. He knew he deserved every bit of hostility towards him. Stacy didn't even think to look over at him as the two blondes made their way towards Torrie's BMW, allowing Randy to watch the love of his life, his ex-girlfriend, walk away from him for yet another, and more than likely, final time.

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