Another late chapter, right? Well, as I wrote last chapter: better later than never. I'm doing my best to keep going with this story - in fact, I'm doing my best to keep writing all my stories. Going through an awful writer's block that doesn't want to fade away.

Thanks to everyone who read last chapter and thanks too to the people who left lovely reviews. Your support means a lot me.

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Randy and John made their way through the halls in silence. Randy wanted to start some kind of conversation, but every time he looked at John he would feel a big urge to laugh and had to turn his head to another place to hide it from his friend. Of course John ended up noticing it. And of course, he didn't keep quiet.

- What do you want? - John asked between his teeth. Randy's glances were irritating him. More than the surprise encounter with Stacy did.

- Why would I want something?

- You are looking at me and laughing since we left the detention room.

- Do I really have to explain? Did you see the same person I saw moments ago? A tall blonde with light brown eyes...

- I thought you wanted Candice - John interrupted his friend before he could go further with the description. His mind didn't need a detailed description to imagine Stacy's figure. - A friendly advice: stay away from Stacy. She's no good for you. She is no good for anybody.

- I have a different opinion. - John queried himself if Randy was dead serious. Did he feel attracted by a girl as Stacy? His mind was soon made up and the answer was unpleasant: - She may not be good for me, but she is good for you.

A furtive glance was offered by John, who walked faster. He was not going to discuss with Randy. Not when he could end up hurting their friendship - for example, by punching Randy - because the encounter with a certain blonde who knew how to play with his nerves very well.

John thanked God for the football practice he had ahead. It would give him a moment to not think about Vince's newest student.

With the end of another school day, Amy, Candice, Torrie and Trish walked to the football stands. Taking a seat, they saw the field being occupied by their school team football players.

The football practice had started fifteen minutes ago. However it didn't bore the four girls. Not that they would pay attention to the players' practice - if the guys removed their shirts, they would eventually receive their attention immediately -, but the stands were the place where the four girls reunited to gossip. Every single day, or even moment, someone would have something new to share with her gossip teammates. And gossip would always be more important than a bunch of sweaty guys listening to a man yelling at them to run faster or to catch the ball. That day topic was Trish and Amy's new roommate: Stacy Keibler, at the moment better known as Torrie's best friend.

Trish hadn't seen her yet. Something the petit blonde didn't enjoy was being the last one knowing the news. All her friends had met Stacy - Torrie was her freaking best friend! She, yet, had not seen the blonde's features or exchanged a simple word with her.

- Can you call her to meet us? - Trish proposed, staring at Torrie. She needed to feed her curiosity. And everyone knew when her curiosity wasn't fed she could be very annoying.

- Stacy went so speak with Bischoff. He may be her uncle, but I'm not sure if he would enjoy his conversation with his niece to be interrupted by us. Stacy already gets in troubles by herself. She doesn't need my help.

- So, my new roommate is a troublemaker. - The Canadian's features formed a smile. Interesting! - Can you text her a message? I'm sure Bischoff is not going to get mad because someone sent her a message. It won't interrupt their conversation.

- Why does he have to look so good? - Candice sighed. Her eyes had spotted, in her opinion, the only interesting person inside the football field: Randy Orton.

- Why do you have to be so blind? - Amy questioned the owner of a long brown hair. Candice was very into Randy. More than to only have a friendship with some benefits. They could have a relationship full of benefits if took a moment to speak with each other about their flirt. - You like Randy. Randy likes you. You can be a couple, did you know it?

- Stop stressing me out! - Candice exclaimed and sent a dirty look. - We are friends, but you don't have anything to do if I and Randy are a couple or not. It is not of your business.

- Yes, we do - Trish replied and then went further with the topic Randy, Candice and a relationship: - If Randy breaks your heart we will be the sweet friends who will pick up all those pieces and put them together with the help of ice cream and boxes of chocolate. Do you know how many calories they have?

- Can we stop talking about relationships? - Torrie queried fighting with her feet to not get up and walk away. She may not talk about her relationship a lot. However, it was easy to know how bad it was right now. From the four girls sat on the stands, the honey blonde would be the one ending up with her heart broken and eating ice cream and chocolate in the next few months ahead her.

- Torrie, I'm sorry - Trish excused with an apologetic smile. Last thing she wished was to hurt Torrie when she wanted to open Candice's eyes.

- I already sent Stacy a message - Torrie told, ignoring Trish and the glances she was receiving. - I told us to meet us in the bar near the campus.

As it was the only bar attended by Vince's students, the blonde wouldn't have a hard time to figure out where it was. At least, Torrie thought she wouldn't.

After leaving her uncle, Stacy ran until reaching her location: the football field. She was hoping Torrie would still be there. She had no idea where the honey blonde wanted her to meet her. Since she arrived, she had yet not seen the place - or something alike the place - Torrie told her to be.

As unlucky Stacy was no sign of Torrie or any of girls presented to her in the past morning. She would have to figure out by herself where was located the place where Torrie told her to show up. If the blonde was right, when she figured out where the bar was, no one would be there anymore. It was how her luck worked out.

When Stacy twisted her body and gave a few steps to start her search, she found out her day could get worse. From where did he come from? Not only she had to deal him once, but she would have to deal with him twice. People should believe Stacy when she said how unlucky she was.

- This can't be happening - John mumbled under his breath. He had never had an unlucky day as he was having right now. He didn't want to have contact with Stacy or even face her and there she was standing at his front.

If John wasn't happy with the encounter, Stacy wasn't head over heels about it either. How could two people dislike each other so much?

- Are you lost? - John questioned. When the blonde ignored him, his face was illuminated by a malicious smile. - I never thought you could be a pervert.

Stacy sent him a confused glance while he locked with a key one of the iron doors standing at her side. Looking around, she found out herself in the locker-room's hall, more precisely, a mere feet away from the boy's locker-room. Just her luck, right?

- I don't have time to handle you now - Stacy almost yelled and clenched her fists. Deep inside, she counted until ten to stay calm. All her patience had been lost months ago during a very harsh Summer - it was exhausted by him.

- It's only your first day at school. You should control yourself. - He wouldn't stop mocking her while realized it was working. - People will call you lunatic if you start screaming with no reason.

No reason? Stacy was staring at the reason that she would start screaming.

- As I said, I don't have time to handle you - the blonde announced and offered him her best smile. She was aware that he knew how he changed her temper. However she wanted to cover it and a smile could make the work. - I have to go meet Torrie.

As quickly she could, Stacy walked away from John. Her furious and quick steps were interrupted seconds later by his voice.

- Do you even know to where you are heading? - The blonde rolled her hazel eyes. The instinct of murdering him would never fade away, if he kept, and insisted, annoying her like that. Stacy turned around only to be surprised by the next set of words: - If you aren't too proud, I can take you to Torrie.

- Do you know where she is?

John leaned his body against the wall with a joking smile. Of course he knew. He was going to meet Randy, who had been invited by Candice, over there. If he had known sooner that Stacy would head to the spot as him, John would have refused the invitation made by his best friend.

- I'm going to meet Randy who, I'm positive sure, is with her.

Stacy should have known that not only they would study in the same school - and, because she was such a lucky person, certainly share the same classroom - as they would attend the same places.

Maybe it wasn't a bad time to call Torrie and tell she was feeling sick and then to return to her shared bedroom. Fake sickness was an art mastered by any student who did not want to go to school. It wouldn't be difficult to convince her best friend she was not feeling fine. However, Torrie would get concerned and Stacy didn't want to make Torrie to get worried with her welfare and destroy her night out.

- There is only a place where we can be around here to spend time. Is your pride going to let you to accept my help or not? - John asked once again. His offer was about to go away if she didn't rush in accepting it.

- You are being too nice - Stacy said very suspicious. A small voice inside her head was telling her that he was simply doing it to mock her after.

- Take or leave it quickly because my offer is about to go away. - He turned his back to her and gave a step. Now, it was her voice that interrupted his walk.

- I accept it - Stacy replied. She saw his lips forming a smile and it made her to hope to not regret of accepting his help.

- Didn't John come with you? - Candice questioned Randy, getting her body closer of his around the table.

The group constituted by four girls and Randy had occupied a table from the bar, full of familiar faces from school, decorated with no-alcohol drinks - their systems were used to drink, but when classes were only a night ahead it was better to not drink - and some snacks. It was the perfect climate to spend a nice time with your friends.

- I told him to show up - Randy said and looked at Torrie. She had told him about Stacy, who was going to meet them too. Everything was perfect to relax with friends until those two showed up. - However, it would be better if he didn't appear.

- I invited her first - Torrie replied very quickly. While boys said "Bros before hoes", Torrie said "Girl friends before guy friends/boyfriends". - Stacy is new around here, she needs to meet people. And above all, she is my best friend. If you want to, call John and tell him about her and maybe he won't show up.

- How did John meet my roommate first than I did? - Trish asked interrupting the exchange of words between Randy and Torrie. - I have been looking for her and he, who did not know about her existence, met her first than I did?

- John and Stacy already know about each other's existence for a while now.

- Did they date? - Candice asked. When was the last time John had a known girlfriend? That's right, never. One flirt here, a make out session there, but never an official girlfriend - or ex-girlfriend - in the school recognized.

First, Torrie and Randy looked at each other. Then, a beat later, both burst into laughter. If they once thought Stacy and John could become a couple, every thought about it went downhill when the hate overcome the possible attraction after a rumour that John told to not be true, but Stacy didn't trust him.

- Why are you mocking me? - Her curious expression was changed and she welcomed Randy and Torrie with obsessed features. Candice crossed her arms over her chest and waited impatiently for an answer.

- We are not making fun of you. - Randy gained his composure back. He didn't want Candice to be mad at him. - The idea of those two being a couple is unbelievable.

- And that's why? - Amy queried, getting involved in the agitated conversation by the first time.

- I see - Trish exclaimed. - She is one of Randy's ex-girlfriends and John will never date a girl who has already been with Randy. - A fulminate glance was given to Trish by Candice. She had liked Stacy. However if the girl was one of Randy's ex-girlfriends, she had to dislike her. So, it would be better to Trish to be wrong. The petit blonde ignored it and faced Randy. - Poor John, he can't have his dream girl because of you. What kind of friend are you?

- Randy didn't date her, John didn't date her. Stacy is John's nightmare girl. John and Stacy simply don't like each other. - Torrie finished the conversation.

If any of the girls wanted to know what was going on between John and Stacy they would have to ask them. Randy and Torrie wouldn't spread how awful their summer became because those two couldn't stand be at each other side without start fighting as two little children. Yes, two little and young children. Hard to believe they fight over a candy, right? But it happened. The truth was that they would pick up any event and situation to be mad at each other and to drive everyone around crazy.

They froze in the middle of the bar's entrance. John and Stacy stared at the door and then to each other. They were heading into the same room, but none of them made a move to go first. They were in a dead-lock.

- Women first - John said. He was being the nicer he could at this point. Believe him: spending more than ten minutes offering a smile to the girl named Stacy Keibler was almost an impossible mission.

- Are you trying to be a gentleman? - The devious smile she was showing irritated him more than she could realize. - First you took me here and now you are letting me enter first. Why so nice?

- Are we really going to fight over this? - His fingers run through his short hair. Since he offered to help her, John knew he was going to regret. - Can't you just go through the damn door?

- You had never been a gentleman. - The vicious smile draw in her face faded away. The last person on Earth with whom he would be a gentleman was her. Didn't he show it during the Summer?

- We are really going to fight over this - John mumbled under his breath. It was unbelievable. They would always find a reason to pick on each other. This time was because of who entered first in the room.

- Gentlemen don't kiss and tell, did you know that? - Stacy replied ignoring his grumble.

- How many times will I have to say I didn't do anything? - Something that would make John made about their no-existent relationship was the fact she got mad at him without him doing anything; under false pretences. He would rather her to have gotten angry at him for something he had done. - It may be hard for you to believe, but I'm not that kind of guy.

- You shouldn't lie. Never your mother told you the people who lie go straight to hell? - And, as she heard once, people who didn't know the boundaries between right and wrong as her. However, she knew the boundaries between those, but usually she ignored them.

- I'm not a gentleman and I'm a liar. Do you want to keep insulting me?

Stacy lips opened to go further with her accusations. Nevertheless not even a word crossed her mouth because John made his way through the door leaving a furious Stacy behind. He was not going to listen to her anymore. John was tired of her sympathy - yes, he was being sarcastic.

The blonde's eyes followed him before he closed the door right on her face. Should it be a surprise he turned his back at her? Of course not! Taking a deep and relaxing breath, Stacy finally decided to step into the bar.

I'm sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes. English is not my first language.

xoxo

Ainat