A/N: Ok heres a short -n- sweet update for ya. Thanks for reviewing and keep them coming this way! This is a fic that I really enjoy writing so keep the wonderful feedback going. I thought I'd update so here it is. Hope you enjoy it, please read/review.

Sorry for any errors, been lazy to correct and do a second read through lately.

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Chapter 4:

King's Diner was located in the middle of downtown Boston and it was the busiest diner in all of the town. The diner was owned and runned by Jerry Lawler who inherited the place from his father. It was passed down in his family for generations and was a tourist sight in town. John was currently working there part time as a bus boy and as lame as it sounds it was probably the best job he's had. Before working there he's been fired at a pizza place, a carwash lot, and gas station. He was doing whatever it takes to keep this job and being late wasn't going to help him do that.

"John you gotta be more responsible. This is the third time I had to cover up for you and I will not do it again." Lillian Garcia, a blonde latina who worked as waitress says. She had been at the back putting dirty plates into a neat stack when John sneaked in from the back door. "I can't lie to Jerry anymore John. I'm running out of excuses to use to cover for you. So please do not be late anymore." She says placing her hands on her hips continuing to lecture him.

John on the other hand wasn't paying any attention to Lillian and was trying to put on his uniform in a rush. He was struggling with the buttons on the cream colored shirt becoming frustrated with the damn thing. After a moment of watching him Lillian shakes her head and decides to button his shirt for him. "Here." She says slapping his hands off and started to button up his uniform. "Oh John, you can't make it here on time and you can't even put on your uniform without a woman helping you."

He chuckles at her remark. "Thanks Lil, I owe you one girl."

"Owe me one as in not being late for work anymore so I won't have to lie to Jerry and cover for you. I can get fired for doing that you know." She says with a smile looking up at the teen.

"Ok, ok, I promise I'll be here on time. I would of been here on time if my ride showed up. It wasn't my fault." John says as he pulls away from Lillian when she was done buttoning his shirt. John then places his apron on getting ready to clean dirty tables in the front.

Lillian rolls her eyes. "Oh and whose fault is it this time? Let's hope you have someone different than the other times."

John straightens the apron around his body as he replies, "My friend Randy."

Her eyes widen. "Randy? Randy as in tall guy, good looking, blue eyes, wears suits?" She asked.

He raises his eyebrows on her in curiosity. "Yeah, why?"

She smiles. "I just met him, he's in the front. Poor thing is sitting by himself and ordered his fourth milkshake." She informed.

"Is he still here?"

Lillian nods. "Don't go and beat him up now." She jokes.

John laughs. "Ha, I won't. Not here where I can get fired at least."

He left Lillian in the back and stormed quickly to the front where the action was happening. He can see that the diner was busy like always telling him that it was going to be another rough night shift. John scans his eyes through the packed place and spotted the Orton kid sitting by himself at a table besides the entrance door sipping on a strawberry milkshake.

"Orton." He says walking up to Randy.

"J-John." Randy says looking up being a bit startled by the sound of John's voice. "Dude, I been so waiting for you to arrive all evening! Thats why I sat by the door you see!."

"I was late for work remember?" John said rather in a rude unneeded way. "I used the back door so I wouldn't be seen trying to sneak in."

Randy loses the smirk on his face and just frowns weakly. "Oh and about that I'm really sorry man, thats why I'm here. I'm sorry John, I hope you didn't get your ass chewed that hard by Lawler."

John sighed deeply and took the empty seat in front of Randy. "Its cool man. I didn't get in deep shit. Lillian covered for me."

"That blonde Latina chick?"

John nods. "Uh yeah."

"Dude! She is hot!" Randy says with his pants bolting from under the table. "She makes great milkshakes too!" He adds as he takes another sip off the half empty glass of strawberry liquid. John laughs at his best friend always having a blast when Randy's perverted side breaks loose.

"Easy there cowboy, shes married." He informs.

Randy just shrugs and then takes another sip off his milkshake. It was quiet for a moment until he spoke up again. "Is-Stace-mad-at-me?" He muttered quickly with the straw still in his mouth.

He bites his bottom lip wanting to hold his tongue back. As much as he wanted to have this conversation with Randy he figured it would be best if Stacy and him sort out their problems themselves if they were willing to be mature about it. John just shrugs at him back and says, "Ask her yourself."

Randy then quickly takes the straw off his mouth and lifts his head up. "Then that mean shes pissed at me huh?"

"I didn't say that."

"Then why won't you tell me?"

John deeply sighs as he threw both hands on top of his head feeling a bit frustrated. He wasn't in this mess and it was driving him nuts already. "Don't put me in this shit Orton. I hate being in the middle of you two. It drives me up the wall."

Staring back down at his strawberry milkshake, he began to stir the straw circularing the glass with it. "Well if she didn't-" Randy starts to fume when John cut him off.

"I don't wanna hear it." John blurts out.

"But-"

"Get a diary."

"Fine, I will!" Randy laughs switching moods in a second. He was now laughing and John couldn't help but laugh either. He really didn't know what was funny but it was just him and Orton having one of those best buds moments when you laugh about absolutely nothing. "Oh no." Randy says breaking out of his laughs. "Look whose here." He whispers to John.

John turns around and sees Jericho walk in, hand in hand with his girlfriend since last school year, Trish Stratus. The pair where both in matching black outfits with Dior sunglasses that covered their eyes. John gags to himself seeing enough of Jericho for one day. He was about to turn back to Randy when two other familiar figures from school enter the diner. Torrie Wilson walks in looking rather pissed off with Masters trailing along behind her grabbing her arm as they both entered through the glass door.

"Get your hands off me!" Torrie screams loud enough for the whole place to hear causing all the attention to land on them.

Masters however doesn't listen and now places both of his huge hands on her shoulders. "Damn Tor, calm down baby. I'm only trying to-"

"I can take care of myself!" She snaps cutting him off short. "Stop calling me baby because we are not getting back together! Trish take me home!"

Trish who was already rested on a table nearby rolls her eyes and gets off of Jericho's lap and walks forward to Torrie and Masters. She gives Masters look before he took off to the table where Jericho was looking on. "Look I'm hungry, lets eat first." She says.

"NO!" Torrie protested. "You told me that it was only going to be me, you, and Jericho. What the hell is he doing here!" She demanded. "You brought me here and now your gonna take me home."

Trish licks her lips holding back the urge to punch Torrie in the face for talking to her that way. Sure, she knew that Jericho was going to bring Masters, thats why she invited Torrie. "Look honey I had no clue that Jericho was bringing Masters ok? Its not my fault that my boyfriend wanted to bring his absolute best friend, just like I brought mine." She says smiling at Torrie sweetly putting on another innocent look just to win Torrie's trust back like she did many times before.

Since the end of the summer Trish couldn't stand anything about Torrie. She put up with her since freshmen year and couldn't tolerate her any longer. Torrie was a great friend but it was her popularity that Trish wanted, not her friendship. Trish had been planning to dump Torrie on her for quiet sometime now but was still looking for the right moment to crack her in half. She wanted that crown for queen at the end of the year and nothing was going to stop her from getting it. Not even Torrie.

"Honey, please? C'mon Tor, I'm starving here!" She says begging Torrie to come sit down with her. "Look, I'll take you home afterwards I promise."

Torrie then nods. "Ok, fine."

"Uh, Tor your the best!" Trish says pulling her into a hug before they both headed to the table where both Masters and Jericho was looking through the menu. Torrie takes a seat besides Masters ignoring him, as Trish went back and sat on Jericho's lap. Jericho takes off his sunglasses and immediately spots John and Randy who were seated nearby. "Hey Cena!" He hollers across the diner. "Sorry to interrupt your date with Orton but my girlfriend is hungry here! Are you gonna do your job and take our orders or what?" He says making Trish giggle.

"I'm not a waiter." John answers back.

"But you work here."

"Right, but I'm not a waiter. I don't take orders." John corrects.

Jericho nods as his eyes widen. "Oh yeah, thats right, your a bus boy!" He blurts out laughing. Trish and Masters laugh as well. Torrie just sat there looking bored, she didn't laugh at all.

John was about to say something back but Randy jumped in and yelled. "Oh yeah? Well at least he has a job unlike you losers!"

John slapped himself in the forehead. He appreciated that Randy came to his defensive but not here. Not at the middle of his shift where a fight can break loose and he can get fired. Like he expected the three stopped laughing and Jericho threw back another insult. This time at Randy. "Yeah? Well at least Andrew Test had the ball sack to make a move on Keibler. I heard they were going out Orton!"

Randy begins to fume ignoring the looks that John gave him asking him to not say anything back. "Shut your mouth or else I'll-" He chokes out not knowing what to say.

"Or else you'll what?" Jericho challenges. "You'll tell your father? What is your father gonna do Orton?"

Masters jumps in the mess before Randy can answer. "Be careful man, his father just might fire your father!" He laughs and again the three of them start pounding on the table laughing their asses off as John held Randy back. He had to get off his seat and block Randy's way so he wouldn't be able to launch himself at Jericho, Masters, and possibly Trish.

"Stay cool man. Not here Randy, I can get fired." John whispers to Randy but Randy wasn't paying any attention. His icy blue eyes were on the spot and he looked deadly at Jericho. John looks towards their table as well saw Torrie sit there in silence continuing to look at her friends laugh hysterically. He was guessing that she didn't find any of this funny. Maybe Rey was right ; Torrie was different.

During the rest of his work hours he felt like he was babysitting Randy more than washing tables. Randy had decided to stay until he got off so he ended up keeping a close eye on Orton just to make sure he didn't beat Jericho to a bloody pulp. Jericho had been there with his crew for over an hour and John had literally gotten down on his knees and thanked the Lord when they left. He no longer felt like Randy's nanny.

"I'm so gonna get back at them!" Randy snaps as they both exit the diner after John's shift. "Who the hell do they think they are? I'm Randy Orton damnit! How dare they bring up my father like that! Bastards! My father can have them kicked out of this town in a matter of seconds!"

John decides not to say anything back as he hoped in Randy's car. Randy continued to rat on about nonsense and John knew half the time he didn't know what he was saying. He was obviously pissed off at Jericho but John knew it wasn't because of Jericho's remarks about his father like he was indicating. It was because of Jericho's remark about Stacy and Test about them dating. That can't be true can it? It seemed as if Randy was wondering the same thing. John thought he heard him mutter, "No, she can't do this to me. The traitor, the backstabber!" as he drove on.

He wasn't sure if what Jericho said about Stacy was true but he was sure of one thing. Randy had snapped.

XxX

"So your ready for the big game tomorrow John?" Charlie Hass asked him the very next day during the lunch period as he and Shelton began to trade off their Pokemon cards.

The three of them sat at a circular table at the back of the lunch room. John decided to spend the lunch period with these guys since he wasn't able to find Randy anywhere. He was going to take a stab at it and guess that Orton was cutting again. Randy's mood hadn't changed since last night. This morning the only words John and him exchanged was a simple hi and that was the end of the conversation. Randy hasn't said a word to him since then and John hasn't seen him around since they left his car at the beginning of the day. He probably needed sometime alone to cool off which John can understand.

"John?" Charlie Hass snaps a finger in front of his eyes after he passed Shelton one of his many Pokemon trading cards. "Are you ready for the big game tomorrow?" He asked again as Shelton laughed seeing that John wasn't paying any attention.

He then snaps out of the trance and shakes the thoughts of Randy out of his head. "Sorry man. What were you saying?"

Shelton chuckles. "He asked if you were ready for the big game tomorrow homie."

"The game?"

"The first game of the football season its tomorrow. You haven't forgotten have you?" Charlie asked.

John slaps himself mentally. How can he forgotten about that? "The game, oh yeah! Yeah, I'm ready." He answers not looking forward for it as Shelton and Charlie laughs some more.

"Man, what is wrong with you?" Shelton asked. "Are you feeling ok?" He added as he places a hand on John's forehead to see if he was sick. John was about to flinch until Shelton quickly removed his hand off him, shoved the Pokemon cards down his pockets in one motion and seemed to be in a rush.

"Are you ok?" John asked looking at Shelton as if he just grew three heads. But before he can get an answer three chicks approach their table. One girl had dark, chestnut red hair, very petite and tan, Junior Christy Hemme with her best friend along with Charlie's girlfriend, a dirty blonde haired girl with sparkling, bright makeup that always matched her clothes, Jackie Gayda. But John wasn't familiar with the last face. She too had blonde hair like Jackie but she wasn't colorful at all. Instead of the bright rainbow colors Jackie was known to wear, this other girl wore nothing but black. She was clad in a black skirt with fish net stockings, comebat boots and matching black top with a baseball cap to top things off. Her lip was pierced along with her nose and if John was seeing right her left eyebrow was pierced as well. Wow, hardcore...hardcore. He thought to himself looking at the girl up and down.

"Hey guys." Christy smiles showing her off her perfect white teeth as Jackie pulls a chair besides Charlie and gives him a small peck on the cheek. They greeted Christy back expect for John who was now looking at Shelton who stared dreamily at the hardcore girl. "Oh!" Christy then says. "Where are my matters? Guys this is Ashley. She just moved here from California. Today is her first day." Christy says pushing the hardcore girl forward. "Ashley this is Charlie, John, and Shelton."

Before John and Charlie can get a word out to welcome the new girl, Shelton quickly gets off his seat and shakes her hand. "Nice to meet you Ashley. I'm Shelton, we have art together in the morning." He says.

Ashley smiles and nods her head. "Yeah, I remember you from this morning. Thanks for cleaning up that mess I made with the paint. I'm not very good with paint as you witnessed."

John smiles to himself seeing the look of love in his friend's eyes. He gladly gets off his seat and motions Ashley to sit down on it so she'll be next to Shelton. "Oh no, its alright." She says refusing to sit down.

"No its cool. I was just gonna leave." John says insisting her to sit and she did so. The two instantly start talking again about art class as Jackie tried to take Charlie's Pokemon cards away from him telling him that he was too old for that. Seeing that they were busy he turns to leave bumping into Christy who was still standing. "Excuse me." He says passing by her taking his lunch which consisted of nothing but fries with him.

He walks out of the cafeteria feeling like a complete nerd for eating in there. Chowing down on his fries he walks to an empty bench and takes a seat on it facing the three foot glass window that provided a great view of the courtyard where all the popular kids ate. He gags at the sight of them eating their healthy homemade meals as they sat in the sun enjoying the last days of the summer season. John takes another bite off his fries when he spots Jericho and his band setting up to do another round of plays. His band had been playing everyday at lunch this week in the courtyard and it was the same old songs that was only enjoyable for headbangers.

John takes another french fry and places it inside his mouth when he felt a figure approach him from behind. "I don't like their music very much." A sweet sounding voice floats around him as the smell of erotic berries invade his nose.

John looks up and sees Torrie Wilson approach almost causing him to choke on the french fry he just consumed. "May I sit here?" She asked indicating to the empty space besides him.

As if he'd say no. Then again who the hell would say no? "Uh yeah, go ahead." He answers making room for her to sit.

"Thanks." She smiles as she takes a seat next to him after placing her books and purse down between them. The smell of her perfume gets stronger when she sat herself pulling down her skirt just to make sure it didn't lift any higher when she took a seat. Torrie then crossed her legs while taking out a ziplock full of fresh pealed, small cut, apples out of her purse. He was guessing that was her lunch.

John takes his eyes off her feeling a bit weird that she was here next to him. This was the closest he's ever gotten to her and he was becoming uncomfortable by the seconds. He liked to eat his lunch in peace and seeing that Torrie was here besides him didn't give him that. "Why aren't you out there?" He suddenly asked her.

"Out where?" She questions flipping her long blonde hair back over her shoulders so she can look at him.

"The courtyard. Isn't that where people like you should be?" John asked not knowing how rude that sounded. Torrie then gets off the bench and gives him a withering look of dislike. She looked quiet offended.

"Well if you didn't want me to sit here then you could of just said no." She says as she picked up her books.

"No, I didn't mean that! I was just asking why you weren't with your friends in the courtyard." John tried to explain feeling like an idiot. Smooth move you prat. He thought to himself seeing how upset Torrie got judging by the look she was giving him now.

Torrie stands tall in front of him with her books in her hold and the purse swung over her shoulder. "Why aren't you with your friends?" She asked him back questioning him about the same thing.

He sighs meaning to apologize next but before he can get a word out she starts again. Her face was getting red, looking like she was about to cry in front of him and he didn't understand why. "You know maybe I didn't want to hang around with them for once! We don't always travel in packs you know! I wanted to sit by you because I wanted to apologize for what happened at the diner yesterday. I'm sorry that they made fun of you, and laughed at you, and here I'am saying sorry for something I had no fault in!" Torrie snaps with tears in her eyes as she turned her heel and stormed out of his sight.

John sat there in silence watching her take off being completely speechless about what he just witnessed. Uh fuckin hell. He thought to himself as he threw his fries away at a garbage nearby and began to run after her when he bumped into Stacy who had been in tears. "Whats wrong?"

Aww poor Torrie. I felt like crying when I typed that. Gawd and Stacy is crying too? Whats up with the girls in this chapter? lol. Hit me up with a feedback! I would appreciate it! Thanks.