Authors Note: Yes Children, this is the second part. There will be a third part coming!

"Hey you know, I wonder what the heck Randy and Christy are talking about over there…How could they just sit there?" Candice yelled on over to Melina, who was dancing almost butt to butt with her.

"I don't have a clue. But just keep your eyes on them." Melina grinned devilishly. "Something, interesting may happen."

Carlito grabbed Candice by the hips, having her face him with almost their noses touching. All she could do was cherish this moment, feeling such an extreme feeling out of him. Almost as if they were reading each other's mind, Candice went in for the kiss. Melina smiled at herself, but also in half disbelief, seeing the newly couple right in front of her eyes.

"Damn. You shakin' that so fine mami!"

Melina looked behind her, smiling hugely, inching closer to Rey with the most seductive look on her face.

"Was that really necessary John?" Torrie questioned.

"Well yeah! That's my song man! That's my song their playing!" John said getting down from the counter. "Come on; don't tell me you're not happy for me!"

Torrie just snickered to herself, rolling her eyes in a friendly kinda way.

"HEY! Bartender!" John then swung his left arm around Torrie's shoulders. "Two Shirley temples!"

"ID?"

John dug into his bum pocket, pulling out a fake ID card he had bought just up at Niagara Falls with Rey last summer. The bartender didn't even bother to look, as he began pouring. Torrie just looked at John with the kind of, 'I-Can't-Believe-You-Pulled-That-Off' kinda look.

"Hey well Christy." Randy puts his hands together, biting his bottom lip. "You look absolutely, stunning tonight."

Christy giggled to herself, and nodded. "Thanks."

The two of them looked at each other, not breaking a second of eye contact. Everything seemed so flushed out, they seemed to be in each other's own little world. Just the two of them.

At just a distance away, Melina's eye caught the pair, slapping Candice on the arm numerous times.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" Melina said, extending her arm to indicate excitedly.

Candice looked over, gasping, as Carlito and Rey also stopped to take a look. John looked over, as Torrie looked over too. Seeing what the four of them were staring at. All eyes were on Christy and Randy. Slowly they inched closer, heads tilted. They went in for the blow, lips stuck on together. Melina and Candice held hands, gripping on tightly, looking over at Torrie whose face also lighted up.

It was a moment of bliss.

But no wait.

Christy pushed away quickly, looking down at her lap, nodding her head, reading her lips saying a bleak, 'No, no!' Randy looked at her with shattered eyes. What was going on they all thought? Christy stood up to her feet, with her hands in the air. Randy sat, watching helplessly, as they all knew something went terribly wrong. Christy looked almost as if she were to cry, pushing through the crowd, smashing her body sideways to exit the noisy club.

Randy put his head down, dwindling close to the table. Putting his right hand in a fist, banging in frustration. He looked up, catching Carlito and Rey's eyes. As they were mouthing the words, 'Go! Go get her!' Also using their arms as gestures, waving out at the door. He knew what he had to do, not even double thinking.

Christy felt the cold night air, brushing against her cheeks. A little relieved to catch a breath of fresh air.

Her moment of peace was broken, soon smelling a disturbing aroma of heavy alcoholic drinks, cigarettes and marijuana. She spotted a sizeable black Cadillac Escalade, blaring their own dance music, hearing a bunch of guys screaming out. Fear grew in her, knowing these people were messed up as ever. She didn't know what the hell she was thinking, or what even Randy was thinking. She liked him, however she felt things were just …. Too fast.

Christy was so immersed into her thoughts, not even realizing she was being followed, honestly, having not a clue where the heck she was even going. She felt a firm, rough hand grab her on her right arm. Stopping in her tracks, as she spun around, only to be surprised it wasn't Randy. But somebody she's by no means met, smelling the reek of drugs and alcohol off of him. As he just grinned at her, with his untidy shoulder length blonde hair, and attired in black. He held a dark brown beer bottle in his other hand. He was a senior at Brearley, Adam Copeland was his name.

"Let go of me you creep!" Christy yelled, jerking her arm away from him.

"Creep?" He laughs. "I've only met you for two seconds and your judging me already!" He takes a step closer to Christy, as she took a step back. But he leaned in a bit closer. "Hey, your that chick with Orton, aren't ya?"

Christy took her left hand, waving the bad breath away from her face. Adam then quickly grabbed her by the wrist, "Aren't ya?"

Christy grew frightened; she didn't know what to do.

"I never liked Randy you know? Asshole of a guy…"

"I don't care! Just let me go!" Christy yelled even louder this time, pulling her wrist away.

She promptly spun around, knowingly enough she had to get out of there, and fast. Adam sped towards her, wrapping both arms around her minuscule body. She quickly reacted, by jerking around. It was no use; he was so much stronger than she was. Assuming it would be easier since this guy wasn't even stable.

Randy pushed the white door out of his way, he was pretty bummed really. This wasn't how he wanted things to turn out. He looked up, seeing the same black Escalade, as the vigorous beats of techno music pounded his ears. She was no where to be seen.

'She couldn't have gone too far. She doesn't even know this area.' Randy thought to himself.

"LET ME GO YOU JERK! SOMEBODY HELP! HE'S HURTING ME!"

Randy's feet stopped, trying to analyze the scream. 'Was that her?' He turned his head every where violently, spinning around and around.

A loud crashing sound of a bottle was heard, hearing every single piece of glass fall.

Like it was detailed for his ears.