A/N:

Hey thanks for the all reviews! I really enjoy writing this story out of all my fics so keep them coming. This is probably the longest chapter I have up so far but this is where the story really gets going. A lot stuff happens in this one so please R/R, I would appreciate it thanks! Keep the hollas coming this way!

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Chapter 5

"Calm down." John says softy as he got Stacy alone in a corner behind a couple of lockers. He looks down at her to see her mascara wash off her lashes as tears continued to fall down from her brown eyes. "Stace, whats wrong babe?" He asked looking on concerned as he ran his hands down the bare skin of her shoulders trying to comfort her although he wasn't good when it came to crying girls. For one he wasn't used to them and the other no one ever used him as a shoulder to cry on.

Stacy manages to swallow all her emotions in and then gives him a clear answer. "Randy."

His eyes widen. "Randy? Whats wrong? Is he alright? Where is he?" John grounded out being in a panic frenzy. He automatically thought that there was something wrong with Randy. If someone meant to hurt Orton, he'd be on them like white on rice. He can feel the anger rushing in his veins and his hard fist was twitching to hurt somebody.

Stacy looks down and takes hold of John's fist making an attempt t0 calm him. "Randy is fine John." She says as she ran her long, thin, fingers down the bridges of his hard fist. She looked relaxed for a second sucking her breath in and then all of a sudden broke down again. Her pretty face pouted up in all sorts of sadden angles as she chokes out, "Whats wrong with him John!"

Passing students began to look at them both as they walked by. They were probably thinking that John had done something to her but he ignored their staring eyes and kept his on Stacy's in deep concern. This was crazy, Stacy had been his friend for the longest time now and he's never seen her like this. Her hand that coarsely laid on his dieing fist literally shook and he can feel it vibrating on his bones. "Did he do something? Something to you?" John asked keeping his voice down since the nosy little freshmens wouldn't go away.

John didn't give Stacy time to answer. Instead of staying there to await for one he lefts her go softy and had a desire to find Randy. He didn't need an explanation from Stacy who was too upset to form words. A crying Stacy, Randy's name mentioned, he did the math himself and knew exactly what went on. Orton did something. The anger he felt moments ago transferred to Randy and again his fist came to life and started to twitch again. Randy had been in a bad mood since last night and John knew that he probably took Jericho's comments about Stacy dating Test seriously and snapped.

"John! NO!" Stacy yells after him as she grabbed him by the arm when John made an attempt to walk off. "Theres no need for that!"

"Where is he?" He demanded looking down at her meeting the blue in her face. She was a mess.

"You can't hurt him." She shook her head as she led him back behind the lockers.

He trailed along and bent his head low and whispers. "What did he do to you?"

Stacy shakes her head after a few beats. "Nothing." She answers quickly and John knew that was a lie. No one cries like this unless something happens. "We just got in a fight and he said things but its no big deal really." She manages to say knowing that wasn't the truth. She can see that John was dangerously needing to hurt Randy and she didn't want to cause a fight between the two. John's first football game was set tomorrow and he can get kicked off the team if he fought Randy. Stacy wasn't about to let that happen, not to John, not to no one.

"You guys fight all the time and you never cry. Whats different about it this time? I swear I will hurt him if he-"

"NO!" Stacy snaps. "Just leave it alright! Just forget it, your only going to make things worse!"

"Stace, I'm worried about you." John says as he starts running his hands down her bare shoulder once again but she slaps it off refusing to have his comfort.

"Well stop worrying about me and start worrying about yourself!" She spats as she stormed out of his sight giving him nothing more than that.

That all happened yesterday and John couldn't put the right words together to describe it. He never witnessed Stacy cry the way she did and he couldn't imagine what Randy had done to her. Once again he was in a position he didn't like to be in; in the middle of his two best friends.

All day he has been trying to get a hold of Randy just so he can hopefully settle this situation between them once and for all. His luck in contacting Orton ran thin when he didn't see or heard from him throughout the whole school day. Despite how angry he was with Randy he couldn't help but be a bit worried. Sure, he wanted to beat Orton lifeless but he was too angered at that time to think straight and didn't mean a thing he said or thought of. Randy was his best friend and he would literally hurt his father first before him.

Today, was the first football of the season and he wasn't up to stress about this situation that he absolutely had no business in. Randy and Stacy were almost eighteen and they're old enough to sort out their differences without his help. John had other stuff to clear out.

One thing that was his business though was Torrie Wilson. He meant to apologize to her yesterday since he clearly hurt her feelings and in all honestly he didn't know where it went wrong. They were just sitting on the bench, having a small talk, and then all of a sudden he mentions her friends and she freaks out. Girls, he never understands them these days. What killed him though was the last part of the event, when Torrie had broken down in tears as she apologized for her friends being complete ass clowns to him. It made him feel like an asshole even though he didn't know what he did wrong. He had to talk to her somehow, let her know that he's sorry and didn't mean to say whatever the hell he said yesterday that seemed to hurt her.

That was all that been on his mind up until the sixth period bell rang to make the end of the school day official. John lifted his bottom off his seat relieved that he survived yet another one of Foley's crazy demonstrations in Auto Repair class. It was his least favorite class this year just because Foley was one crazy bastard. He damn nearly burn Christian with hot oil the other day and if he lose his balance anymore he would of got Cena as well.

Exiting the garage like classroom he gets a few props from younger students wishing him luck on this evening's game. "Hey Cena, good luck!" A kid in a red baseball cap shouts to him as a flock of giggly sophomore girls walk pass him in amazement. "OMG, he is soooo HOT!" He heard one of them say and he couldn't help but laugh the comment off. It was nice to be adored and known for once. It was only the first week back and already half the school knew his name. It was amazing really.

When he arrived in the school's main building the halls were already clear and he had a good open view of the girl who clouded his mind since the first period tardy bell rang. Torrie Wilson who was clad in her black and grey cheerleader suit wearing that game day smile every student body was familiar with. She was with her crew of ladies and they stood in a circle discussing something. John stood off to the side to watch the girls for a minute guessing that they were talking about their routines when he finally plugged up all the courage and walked towards Torrie. All day he's been meaning to have a talk with her and he was in a desperate state to do so in the moment just to get if off his chest.

As if she saw him approach, he spotted her elbow Trish to the side and pointed him out to her. "Torrie." He starts but didn't get a second word out because Trish Stratus had stepped in preventing him from reaching Torrie.

"Sorry, but Torrie doesn't talk to losers." The tiny blonde says nastily as she looks at him up and down. "So I see that you have Angle's jersey on. Its quiet a disgrace for a loser to wear a winner's jersey you know." She smiles pressuring John to slap it off her tight face. He doesn't say anything else and just looks at Torrie over Trish's head. She was looking down at the floor not giving him one look.

"Hey John!" Maria waves from Torrie's side. "Are you going to attend the game's afterparty tonight? Its going to be great! I hope you can make it because I really want you to be there!" She says sweetly in complete excitement as she curled a hair strand with her finger looking at him like a little girl with a huge crush.

"Um...yeah I'll make it." He answers looking at Maria seeing that glowed on her face when he said he'll be there. "Torrie I-"

Again Trish cuts him off. "Didn't I just got done telling you that she doesn't talk to losers? Gosh just being in your presence makes me feel like one. C'mon girls and Maria don't ever talk to losers."

"But-but-you spoke to him!" Maria protested as Trish stomped on her heel and dragged the idiot down the hall with her leaving John with Torrie and Candice.

"C'mon Candice." Torrie says but before she walked John caught her wrist.

"Torrie." He says softly even if he was losing his patience. He really hated being ignored. Nothing pissed John off more than being ignored, it made him feel like a fool and he hated nothing more but being the stupid fool.

"Don't." She says pulling her wrist out of his hold. "Just don't talk to me, please."

Torrie brushed his touch away and he stood there without saying another word to watch as she walked with Candice out of his sight. John couldn't help but start feeling a little angered. He felt like he was just shot down on a date by the girl of his dreams and he was two seconds away from inching to her and start to beg. It was weirdest set of feelings he's ever encountered with, Torrie Wilson was indeed doing something to him and he knew what it was. He was infatuated with her but he couldn't put the exact circumstances together to why he was feeling this way. Sure, in the past he found her attractive but he's never paid attention to her until now. Maybe it was because she was no longer with Masters and he saw an opportunity or maybe it was Rey's comment about her being different. Whatever it was, John was perfectly aware of the situation he was putting himself in. Torrie Wilson was a good girl but the good ones always lead you to trouble.

XxXxX

"Chill homes, don't look so nervous!" Eddie says as he patted John on the back in the locker room as Rey was in the background getting his gear on. The game was only a few minutes away and John was already feeling pressure on his shoulders. "Just chill man. Your gonna ruin the whole game for the team if you continue to be so nervous."

"Eddie, do you see what it says at the back of the jersey I'm sporting?" John asked looking up at Eddie as he continued to seat in the bench.

Eddie nods. "Yeah homes, it says ANGLE. Its Kurt's jersey."

"Exactly. I have to wear it during the game. Do you know how much pressure that brings me? I need play up to Angle's standards, I can't fuck up."

"Homes the more nervous you are the more likely you'll fuck up. Tell him Rey Rey." Eddie says looking at Rey at the other side who was now tieing his shoes tight for the game.

"Yeah John, you can't be nervous. You'll be star struck out there if you do. Have you ever seen the stadium during the first game of the season? Its full as hell and your gonna make a fool of yourself if you don't stop putting yourself down." Rey says sitting next to John as Eddie nodded in agreement. "Quit thinking about Angle. You don't need to play like him, just be yourself out there and let whatever happens. You can do it John, I know you can."

He let the words of inspiration run through his head to relax him. John knew that they both had been right. He needed to forget about Angle and just let whatever happens. He wasn't Kurt and wasn't about to play like him. Eddie passed him the black helmet and he slipped it on over his head. The three players got to their feet and headed towards the door to face the mad hungry crowd.

XxXxX

He felt like a bird, a plane, or maybe even Superman. It all went by so fast that he doesn't even remember Eddie making an open pass at him. It was the last few seconds of the final quarter of the game and the two teams were neck on neck. He was standing there fully open in the middle end of the field watching bodies collide in front of him like heavy shielded warriors fighting for Troy. Eddie had been in the middle of the mess when he stole the hiked ball from the opposite team. John watched on as there were only 15 seconds on the clock and they were behind by two lousy points. His heart raced within him when the crowd rose to their feet and started to stomp on the bleachers.

Eddie cruised along between the players but ran short when he was caught. He managed to throw the ball to John as he was taken down hard to the ground by three players. His blue eyes studied the ball as it swirled in midair passing by many heads. "Get it homes!" Eddie yells at him through the bodies on him.

His voice snapped him out of his temporary trance and he leaped forward into the air and received the pass. He buried the ball deep in his hold not hesitating any longer and began to run towards the end of the field to the touchdown line seeing that it clean and safe. He felt the ground rumble as a flock of players run after him but they were too far behind. The crowd was roaring as the cheerleaders jumped up and down on the sidelines, clapping and throwing their hands up on the air in complete excitement knowing that they had won this game.

It wasn't long when his teammates crashed into him after he made the score before the last horn blew. They automatically lifted him onto their shoulders and began to chant his name. The cheerleaders made their way to the field, waving their pon pons in the air, jumping and skipping happily with all wide smiles on their faces. "Ce-NA! Ce-NA! Ce-NA!" They chanted and as much as he hated to admit it, for the first time in his life, John felt appreciated.

Dave Batista still had him up on his shoulders when he caught Torrie from the corner of his eyes. He watched as she drop her pon pons to the grass and got on the mic. She coughs onto it and her voice started to be heard loud and clear through the speakers. "Hey West Newbury! When I say CE, you say NA. CE-"

"NA!" The crowd cheered.

"CE!" Torrie says again.

"NA!"

Gawd, he couldn't believe that Torrie was cheering for him. He felt more important when she did and had completely forgotten how angry he was at her earlier for ignoring him. Her beauty and free spirit knocked his breath away. He really couldn't believe how much beauty she had inside and out. Dave let him off his shoulders soon after when the chants started to die and Torrie had nicely asked the crowd to quiet down because she had something to say.

"Alright, before we leave we will like to present something to the new player." Torrie says to the mic as she teased a smile at John and then winked at him. Jillian Hall then came out to the field out of nowhere holding a small box with her. John watched as she handed it Torrie and the curiosity burned harder within him.

The head cheerleader then made her way next to him and opened the box. This wasn't a bomb, was it? John looked in and inside was a West Newbury High football jersey. Torrie pulls it out and lifts it up in front of him pointing at the back of the jersey that read 'CENA, 76.'

"Congrats." She says sweetly as she handed him his own personal jersey followed by a peck on the cheek. John's heart had nearly stopped beating. Torrie just kissed him.

John had to hold back the desire he had in which he pulled her back in his hold, smacked his lips on her's and kissed her right there in front of her the whole school. He can hear the crowd catcall at them, whistling and some guy hollered, "KISS HER BACK CENA!" Torrie laughed at the comment and he was about to say something to her when Dave lifted him up in the air again. Once again, he was on top of the world.

The varsity team led him back to the men's locker room and the celebration continued on there. Odd enough even Jericho and Masters joined in the fun. They popped a bottle of wine open and poured it all over John's head and that caused a huge water fight. The whole team broke out on each other, turning on the sink and began to squirt each other with cold water. They were having the time of their lives, celebrating on their win. After a few moments the fun died out and the room started to empty since everyone was headed to the afterparty. "Hey you comin Cena?" Jericho asked as he hands John a towel to clean himself up. "Its going to be a crackin party, you should be there jr."

"Yeah, for sure I'll be there." John answers.

"GREAT!" Jericho says. "It starts in about an hour or so. Try to find a date, its nice to be accompanied. I'll see you there."

"Aight."

Jericho then left through the doors with Masters following along. It was weird enough that the two had a change in the way they were treating him. John figured it was because he won the game for them and wasn't going to let the fact that they were nice to him get over his head. They'll be assholes to him tomorrow anyways. A small touch contacted with the top of his shoulders and Rey appeared behind him. "Nice play tonight man. I told you! I told you that you can do it!" The little man says jumping up and down from the benches.

"Whoa there!" John says. "Y'all should be congratulating Eddie instead. He was the one who the stole the hike." John informed because it seemed as though everyone forgot about that.

Rey chuckles. "But your the one that scored the score that made us win! That's all that matters, believe me John. None of the guys pay attention to that, its the scores that matter. You have to learn that. So you coming to the party?"

John nods. "Yeah Jericho just invited me. Are you going?"

"Of course, its a way to celebrate our win tonight isn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

John left the locker room soon after the small talk with Rey and after taking a short shower in the stalls trying to get the smell of wine out of his system. He made his way up the stairs and got up the main level of the school to find it completely empty. No one was in the halls but Joey Styles, the school's late night janitor. He gave John a pat on the bat giving him props for winning the game tonight when he passed by. John threw him a smile back and continued to walk down the halls in complete lonesome. He was suppose to meet Eddie in the parking lot so he was able to get a ride at the afterparty since Orton hasn't made an appearance in his life since yesterday morning. He had given up on trying to contact Randy since there was no hope. He had no clue about Orton's whereabouts.

Just as he turned to the right to exit he spotted Stacy in the hall by the soda machines. She looked like she waiting for him and before he can even blink she had ran into his arms; almost knocking him to the ground. He figured that she was no longer upset with him. "Hey, damn." He says as she squeezed him tight in her hold.

"John, that was incredible!" She praises as she let him go. "I was sitting at the top of the bleachers and watching the game. You played so well! The whole school is going to be talking about this on Monday, I bet you anything."

"Don't say that! I hate being in the spotlight for Christ sake." John mutters. "That's the last thing I wanted."

"Yeah its a way to get Melina's attention. She'll be wanting interviews with you for the school paper." She informs as they both headed out the doors.

He rolls his eyes in annoyance. "Yeah, just to twist my words around like she does to every student she interviews."

"So are you headed home then?"

"Nah, I got a party to attend. Do you wanna come?" John invites hoping that Stacy will come. He had Rey and Eddie with him but would feel comfortable if he had Stacy by his side. John still wasn't adjusted to this new type of living. He never attended parties, jock parties that is.

Stacy frowns. "Oh, the jock party. No, its really not my thing."

"Oh c'mon!" John begs literally getting down to his knees in front of her. "Have fun for once Stace. Come with me to the party, you'll be my date." He grins.

She laughs. "I don't think so John, I have a science project I gotta finish tonight."

"Stace, its a Friday night. You have all damn weekend to finish that." John snarls at her hating that Stacy always had to a damn overachiever. She always did things ahead of time. Its like they were assigned to do a paper on fusion and it wouldn't be due until a month. Stacy would have it done within a week. That's how dedicated she was to her learning. John had predicted that she'll be the president of this country in the future. "C'mon, please. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I'll be your knight and shining armor." John jokes around as he held her hand.

She giggles once again but gave up this time. "If its cool with the other jocks that I come then its-"

"They won't have a problem with it." John cuts her off. "They said it themselves that I was the star of the game tonight, and the star of the game can certainly bring a friend. C'mon, Eddie is giving me a ride." He took hold of her hand once again and they both headed down to the parking lot to meet Eddie. Stacy wasn't sure what she was putting herself in. This was a jock party afterall and she didn't know what to expect but she knew that those cheerleaders won't be happy in seeing a girl like her there.

"John, are you sure?" She asked.

"Positive."

XxXxX

The afterparty had already been in full swing when they arrived there. It was set at a huge cream colored three story house that sat besides a lake. Eddie parked his car in front and they exit out of the vehicle and John didn't hesitate in looking up at the house in amazement. This pad can damn nearly knock the Orton Mansion out of the picture. Even Stacy looked impressed. "Rich people." He heard her say.

They walked through the front lawn and saw how well cared it was. The grass was a color of strong green and all kinds of flowers bloomed from the ground. It was beautiful atmosphere to be in and for some reason John felt like he was home. It was truly inviting. "Yo, whose pad is this? Is this Jericho's place?" He asked Eddie.

Eddie laughed. "Jericho? No homes, Jericho couldn't afford a place like this! Its Torrie's." He informs.

Damn. John thought to himself. He's never been here or even knew where Torrie lived and now he was getting a free invitation inside her home. "She always throws the parties?"

Eddie shook his head. "No, Torrie is not really into the parties and forbids it when we plan to throw it at her place. The parties after the games are traditional and everyone's pad is unavaliable but her's so yeah we kinds forced her to do it. Her dad isn't home for the weekend so that's good."

John nods. "Yeah."

"Well homes, I'll see you back here around 11 ok? I gotta go find my mamacita." Eddie then took off in search for Dawn Marie when he turned back to Stacy who refused to walk up the front steps with her arms crossed on her chest.

"C'mon." John says as Stacy nodded and followed him inside the home. Inside it was more inviting than ever. It was warm, and John never seen such a clean house in his life even though there were kids from school everywhere either drunk or getting drunk. "This isn't really my thing." He heard Stacy whisper to him as she stares at the other being disgusted at the sigh of beer. "John, promise me your not going to drink."

He laughs in reply. "Sorry, I gotta drink tonight."

Stacy rolls her eyes. "I'm going to the bathroom, I think I'm gonna hurl..." She jokes as she leaves John's side and walked up the spiral staircase to locate the restroom hoping she doesn't bump into any of those yeppy girls. John keeps a close eye on her as she headed up the stairs looking out for any drunk perverts looking for a good piece of ass. Just then he felt both Jericho and Masters in his presence as they bumped on him softy from behind.

"Cena! You made it!" Jericho hollered like a crazy bastard on crack as he hands John a bottle of beer.

The two friends than lead John to the living room where the party was happening. The music was somewhat loud and he can already see that people were getting their shakes on in the middle dancing to the beat the speakers gave out. He looked down at the bottle they given him and noticed that it was opened. "You guys didn't spike this, to kill me did you?" He asked curiousity looking at them both.

Masters laughs. "Don't be silly! Do you think we would want to kill the star of tonight's game? So um did you bring a date?"

John nodded in reply. "Yeah I brought Stacy."

Jericho and Masters's jaw drops. "You brought Keibler?" Jericho asked as if he heard wrong.

"Um yeah, its there a problem there?"

"Keibler is a nerd!" Jericho insults. "Cena, this is a party not a study night! Your one of us now and you need to learn how to date and pick your women."

Masters agreed. "Yeah and being in the football team, that gives you a free pass to sleep with any girl on the cheer squad." He nods rather cockily with a smirk on his face as he points out a table in the room where the varsity cheerleaders were seated having a couple of drinks.

Jericho smirks with him. "Yup, you sure are one of us now Cena. Pick your girl but I'm warning you, stay away from Trish, shes mine. You touch her and I'll beat you down like the son of a bitch you are."

John laughs at the comment made. "No offense or anything man but I'm not attracted to your girl. She wears too much makeup for my taste. Haven't you told her that's its ok to let her skin breath once in awhile?" John says giving Jericho a disgusted look. He thought for a minute that Jericho was going to beat him down for insulting Trish but Jericho laughed with him instead.

"We actually agree on something jr. I'll let her know, anyways back to business. Just take your pick."

He looks straight at the table to check out the laughing girls but only one of them caught his eye, it was platnium blonde sitting in the middle, Torrie. Masters seemed to know what was going on in his head and suddenly launched at John, slamming him against the wall. Jericho quickly came to John's defensive and held Masters back.

"Shes mine Cena. No one can have her but me. You go near her and I swear I'll rip your fuckin head off." Masters snaps dangerously.

"If your threatening me, you might as well hit me while your at it." John says standing tall not showing any sign that he was intimidated by Masters and he really wasn't. If Masters wanted to fight him here, then bring it on. He didn't care how big Masters was, he'd still stand up to him. The son of the bitch was clearly getting him started. If it wasn't for Jericho getting in between them, John would of thrown the first hit.

"Ok, ok, chill man!" Jericho says breathlessly pulling them apart. It didn't take him long to drag Masters out of John's sight and it relieved him but didn't calm him down. John's fist was still shaking in fury and he really wanted to hurt somebody. Once his view was clear he caught Torrie's eyes on him and looked concerned. He figured she just witnessed what happened. John looked at her back for a second then broke the short eye contact and left the room in a hurry having an urge to find Stacy so they can leave.

He can feel the mad anger running down his spine and was about to punch the wall on the side when Torrie's voice appears from behind him. "John, did he hurt you?" She asked placing a hand on his shoulder and he pulled himself off her touch.

The sight of her made his anger go away. She starting to become his unofficial source for comfort. "Masters? Nah, he didn't hurt me." He says playing it off like nothing happened. "It was close though if it wasn't for Jericho. Are you guys back together or something?"

"What? Why?"

"Cuz he said he'll rip my head open if I look at you again."

Torrie rolls her eyes. "He's an idiot. I don't know whats wrong with him."

"Whats wrong with you? I thought you were pissed at me? Why are you talking to me if you are?"

"I never said I was mad you Cena, and did you just say that you were looking at me?" She asked raising her eyebrows up in curiosity.

He shrugs reddening in the face. "So what? Your beautiful, who wouldn't look at you?" He couldn't believe he just said that.

Torrie giggles. "Do you wanna come sit with me?" She asked offering her hand to his.

John looks down at her open hand and she was asking him to take hold of it. "You really want Masters to smash my head open, do you?"

She sighs. "Do you always answer a question with a question?"

"What do you want Torrie?"

"Your so difficult to talk to Cena. I just wanna make a new friend. That's not too much to ask for isn't it?" She says dangerously getting closer to him, this time taking his hand and placing it in her touch. John couldn't help but notice how smooth her skin felt and it got him wondering if she was this smooth all over. Now he couldn't really blame Masters for being crazy about her. Torrie was indeed putting a spell on him. He knocks the nasty thoughts out of his head and just followed where she was leading him.

John snaps out of the trance when they were now at the back of her house and he was facing an enormous garden just near the lake. "I come here all the time." She says as she sat down at bench in front of small water fountain motioning him to come sit besides her. He follows along and took a seat next to her but kept a good distance. "Its beautiful, isn't it?" She asked as they both study their surroundings of wild flowers and green grass blended in with the night sky.

He takes in the fresh air and replies with, "Yeah it is but its not as beautiful as you."

She giggles again. "Stop it. You kill me Cena."

"So." He begins. "Is this what you do at every party? Just sit out by yourself?"

She nods. "Yeah pretty much. I'm not a big party person but I'm not alone because I have you to share it with." Torrie says softy as she slides on the bench closer to him and locked the gap between them. John flinches a little bit knowing that he couldn't do this. Torrie didn't even know him.

"Listen." He says before she can get anymore close. "I like you and everything but you don't even know me. We can't do this."

"Then give me a chance to get to know you." Torrie says. "I really like you Cena, your not like them. Your different." She continues on getting closer with each word she said. John's heart beated faster in his chest and he froze in his spot not knowing what to do. Torrie slowly placed her lips on his and whispers against it. "Just give me a chance to get to know you."

She moved in closer but this time he didn't reject. He kissed her with all his will as her breast brushed against his chest. Once his tongue invaded her mouth he no longer gave a damn about Masters, Torrie was his lost and not John's. He wraps his arms around her deepening the kiss, Torrie moans against his mouth to the motion of his tongue as it massaged against her's. Little did they know that Masters witnessed the whole thing.

XxXxX

Stacy had been in the restroom for quiet sometime now. She really didn't want to go back out there and face the others. It felt really weird to be at this type of place. She was unpopular though everyone knew her name since she was known to be one of the smartest people in school which gave her a nerd repuation. But wait she couldn't be any worser than Hass and Benjamin right? Those two play with Pokemon card for Christ sake.

She takes a deep breath taking one last look at the mirror in front of her before heading out. She had decided to use the bathroom inside Torrie's room rather than the one in the hallway since a bunch of people were in there having some sort of wild orgy that she had no interest in. Stacy flips her hair back and began to walk towards the door when a large figure walked in. It was Masters.

"What are you doing here Keibler? This is Torrie's room." Master says as Stacy backs off a little bit.

"I know I just used her bathroom. I'm on my way out. Bye now." She says attempting to reach the door when he grabbed a hold of her wrist.

"Your with Cena? You came with Cena here?" Masters asked remembering that Cena said something about bringing Stacy.

She nods. "Yeah, I'm with John. Why?"

Masters doesn't say anything back and released her as sickening thoughts raced on his head. Cena was gonna pay for taking Torrie and he wasn't gonna let him get away with it. The sight of Stacy urge Masters on to do it, he knew it would be wrong but Cena crossed the line, he took Torrie from right under his nose and now he was going to make Cena pay the price.

It was silence for a few moments and that's when she walked towards the door. Masters was blocking her way. "Excuse me." She says kindly trying to remain calm. The guy didn't move, he just stared at her. She can feel her insides getting tight when she realizes he wasn't letting her go. "Let me out!"

Masters grabs her by the hips roughly as he covered her mouth with his giant sized hands. He drags her across the room, Stacy kicks and tries to escape his arms. She bites him hard on his shoulder which caused him to scream and let go. She runs back to the door, when he caught her and pulled her by the hair, she screams as she feels his tight grip causing her roots to ache. He punches her across the face, she then falls to the bedroom floor, back first, she felt the vibe of the loud music downstairs through the wooden flooring. She opened her eyes slowly, soon seeing the lights of Masters as he dragged her to the bed and slammed her body on the sheets.