Chapter 23: Reunion Pt. 2

Amanda's POV

"There it is! There's the main building of good ole Hazelwood Central High . . ." I hear my sister say from her spot in the backseat as I drive us into the school's parking lot, already packed with a whole bunch of cars from our fellow alumni. "I see the place has undergone some renovations since the last time we were here."

"For starters, all the letters are back in place on the Hazelwood announcement board," Randy says with a smirk on his face as he shakes his head, my eyes continuing to scan the area for an available parking spot. "That board wasn't even fixed when we were still attending this school. Whenever someone read it, they would read it as if they were saying 'Halwood' instead of 'Hazelwood' because a few of the letters were broken off."

"People had to read the real name off the sign on the wall by the front doors in order to figure out the real name. Well, it's fixed now, so mislaying the name shouldn't be a problem for anyone now," I say with a smirk as I park in an open spot between a Jeep Grand Cherokee and a beat up Chevy pickup that looked like it could go into the junkyard any day now. "One thing's for sure though: there will be a lot of people here tonight, judging from all the cars in the parking lot of course."

"We'll probably be three of the most recognizable faces in there," I hear my sister say with a smirk as I cut the engine. "I bet you five bucks that at least a good three of our fellow alumni will try to be cool with us just to get tickets to a WWE event."

"You're on . . . I'm sure we'll see a few people like that at tonight's event," Randy says in a challenging tone as I unbuckle my seatbelt and open the door. "What about you, babe? You want to get in on this to?"

"Nah . . . not this round," I say with a smirk as I step out into the crisp afternoon air. "I actually want to keep my money with me this time around . . . Are you guys coming out of the car or not?"

"Oh . . . we just really wanted to enjoy the smell of your good ole Camaro convertible for just a little while longer," my sister tells me with a sarcastic grin as she got out of my car, quickly followed by Randy, who only looked at me with a smirk on his face as I stared at my sister. "Now . . . let's go see how much our old classmates have changed over the past 16 years shall we?"

"Well now . . ." I say with a smirk as I turn on the car's alarm. "You sure are the eager one aren't you? Since you're in such a hurry to go see how everyone else has been doing, why don't you just lead the way?"

"Fine . . ." my sister says with a sarcastic smirk as she walks past me. "I will. Follow me, my fellow supernaturals."

"Uh . . . did you two just have an impromptu argument just now?" Randy asks me unsurely, a small chuckle escaping his lips as we watched as my sister walked a few cars down the lot.

"No . . . that was just us going through our impromptu witty banter," I say with a smirk as I put my keys into my purse. ". . . Emphasis on the banter. Sometimes, we just can't help ourselves."

"I see . . ." he says with a chuckle as he takes my hand in his. "C'mon, let's go catch up with your sister before she comes back to drag us into the building."

"Now wouldn't that be entrance . . . Are you afraid of my sister or something?" I ask with a smirk as we walk down the row of cars. "Are you scared she may punch you in your pretty little face?"

"I'm not afraid of your sister," Randy tells me defiantly as he shakes his head. ". . . But I am scared of that right hook of hers. I heard that it was pretty devastating after all."

"Yeah . . . I should know," I say with a small pout as I looked back at the memories. "I got hit with it three times after all, all those times under certain circumstances."

"Are you ever going to tell me about it?" asks Randy as he raised an eyebrow, just as they reached a waiting Monica on the crosswalk outside the school building.

"Nope, and we will leave it at that," I say with a shake of my head as I turned to the school entrance, the blue banner hanging above the door instantly grabbing my attention. "Aw . . . well isn't that just a cute looking banner?"

"Welcome back Graduating Class of 1998 . . ." Randy says with a chuckle as he reads the words off the blue and gold banner. "Now that I think about it . . . don't you think it's kind of weird that the school is hosting our graduating class reunion after 16 years? Sixteen years is a peculiar number after all. I figured they would host it after 20 years went by, or maybe 30, or like 25, but not 16."

"I think I have an answer for that. . . ."

We all turn around to see where the voice was coming from, instantly coming face to face with a blonde haired man with a blonde goatee, gray eyes, and protruding cheekbones walking over to us with a smile on his face, dressed in a black suit jacket, a blue button down shirt, and black slacks. I didn't really recognize him at first, and judging from Monica's unsure appearance, she didn't recognize him either, but from the way Randy's face lit up at the sight of him, it was safe to say that he knew the man well. However, the man did look familiar, but I couldn't place a name on him just yet.

"The alumni committee couldn't raise enough money for the 15th year anniversary that was supposed to be for last year, so they moved it to this year." the man further explains as he shows us a tooth grin.

"JACKY?" Randy asks in complete shock as he lets go of my hand and walks over to him. "Damn it man. It's been too long since I've seen your face around these parts!"

"Randy! I didn't expect to see your ugly mug around here for this reunion," says Jacky with a grin as the two embraced, Randy completely ignoring the fact that the blonde man just insulted his face. "I thought you would be on the road, doing house shows or something for the WWE? Did they fire you or something?"

"No, it's nothing like that . . . I just freed up my schedule in order to come here," Randy says with a smile as he holds the man at arms' length. "And what about you man? I thought you were living in Australia working for some big business company down there!"

"I was, and still am," says Jacky as he did a small shrug. "I wasn't even planning to come to this thing, but my wife insisted I had to be here. She said I would regret it for the rest of my life if I didn't show up to at least one of these things."

"Oh yeah . . . the last time we spoke to each other you said you married a blonde surfer chick while you were living in Sydney. How is she?" asked Randy as he raised an eyebrow.

"Janine's good," says Jacky as a small smirk came across his face. "And what about you? How's your relationship situation going? Last time I heard from you, you decided to split up with your wife. What was that all about?"

"Yeah . . . Sam and I had a few differences that we just couldn't overcome, but we split up on good terms. She has primary custody of Alanna, but I do have my visitation rights," Randy says with a chuckle as he begins to lead the blonde over to Monica and me. "And besides, I've moved on to someone else."

"I see . . . now which one is yours?" asks Jack as he takes a good look at me and my sister. "Is it the twin that's giving me the unsure eye who always turned me down whenever I tried to ask her on a date or is it the one with the baby bump sticking out who would always slap me in the back of the head whenever I tried to steal her notes for chemistry class?"

"Oh shut up Jackson Everton," Monica tells him, addressing him by his full name, as she playfully slaps her shoulder, my eyes widening when I finally realize who the blonde was. "You know you had no chance at me, but you still insisted on trying to ask me out practically every week."

"You had to admit. I was very persistent," says Jacky as Monica gave him a hug. "Every time you denied me, I just came back for more."

"You were a glutton for punishment back in those days," Randy says with a chuckle as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, his hands resting along my bump. "You knew Monica was a practicing boxer back then, and you still tried to ask her out, even though you risked getting punched in the face in the process. . .It was like you were just addicted to rejection."

"Rejection made me stronger," says Jacky with a smile as he turns to us. "And let me just say this. I never really thought you would actually go for a cocky, abrasive dude like Randy here, let alone have a baby with him Amanda . . . Are you okay? Have you maintained your sanity these past few years? Should I worry for you?"

"Yes Jacky . . . I'm perfectly fine and I have maintained my sanity over these past few years. You do not need to worry for me," I say with a chuckle as I see Randy send him a sharp look from the corner of my eye. "I guess you can say Randy just won me over."

"Yes . . . and I guess traveling around and working for the same company helped give him ample time to do just that huh?" asks Jacky as a small breeze blew right past us.

"Yep . . ." I say with a smile as we began walking toward the entrance.

"Basically . . ." Randy says in agreement as he quickly pecked me on the cheek. "It took me a while, but I got her to give me a try, and it ended up working out for the both of us."

"So . . . . How along are you in the pregnancy 'Manda?" asks Jacky as he opens up the door for the rest of us.

"I'm like three months along," I say with a shrug as we walk into the school's main lobby. "The baby should be due either at the end of this year or early next year."

"I see . . . and let me guess. Randy here is hoping the baby ends up being a boy?" Jacky asks with a smirk on his face as we walk over to an attendant that was sitting at a table that was displaying nametags for everyone that graduated in our year. Most of them were already gone, but a few were still there, including ours.

"How'd you guess?" I ask with a smirk as I spotted mine and Monica's nametags among the E section, along with Jacky's. I plucked all three of them up and handed them to their respective owners before placing my name tag on my dress. Randy was still scanning the table for his till he spotted it among the last of the O's.

"It's Randy for crying out loud," says Jacky as he places his nametag on his suit jacket. "How could he not?"

"That's true . . ." says Monica with a smirk as Randy shot them both narrowed eyed looks, but sis was paying more attention to the star struck attendant than us. "Excuse me, where are all the alumni gathered?"

"They're all gathered at the gymnasium." the female attendant answers us breathlessly as she points down the hall, her eyes directed more at an amused Randy than to the rest of us.

"Thank you . . ." Monica says with a grin, holding in a chuckle as we walked away from the poor girl. Once we were out of the girl's earshot, Monica let that chuckle of hers free, stifling it with the palm of her hand as we turned the corner, the gym now directly in our sights. "Oh . . . that poor girl, poor girl; she is officially now a victim of the Viper's charm . . . I bet you all that she'll be dreaming about Randy here as soon as she rests her head on her bed pillow."

"Does that happen to you often?" Jacky asks Randy with a smirk as we reach the gym doors. "I think you may have almost given that girl a heart attack by just the sight of you."

"Oh . . . she'll be fine," Randy says with a smirk as he opens the door for the rest of us. "Besides . . . I'm already taken, if you haven't noticed, old friend."

"Oh . . . I've noticed," says Jacky as we walk into the large room. The whole place was decorated with tables, streamers, and balloons and there was an area in the middle of the gym that was cordoned off as the dance floor, as if it was more of a prom than an actual homecoming for the 1998 alumni. "Ah . . . you can still smell the scent of blood sweat, tears, and the crisp rubbery of dodgeballs being thrown at nerds."

"You said it Jacky," Randy says with a grin on his face as he sniffs the air. "Wow . . . this place really hasn't changed in 16 years."

"Wait a minute . . . I do see a few changes," says Jacky as he points to the group of jerseys that were hanging on the wall, the school's athletic Hall of Fame, or Wall of Fame, if you will. "I didn't know you guys were inducted into the Wall of Fame Amanda, Monica."

"Oh yeah . . ." I say with a smirk as me and sis looked up at our jerseys, No. 15 for Monica and No. 8 for me. "We were inducted for our achievements on the volleyball team a good six years ago, but we were doing house shows in Germany at the time, so we couldn't make it for the ceremony. Our parents represented us instead."

"I think they still have our awards from that night at their house . . ." mutters Monica as she turns to the dance floor, instantly going wide eyed at a short brunette who was staring right at us from the buffet table. Well . . . staring at Jacky to be precise. "Um, I think Kendra Barlow is staring at you Jacky."

"Did you just say Kendra Barlow?" asks Jacky as he went pale, a wide eyed look coming across his horror stricken face. "She's actually here?"

"Yeah . . . she's here," I say with a smirk as I turn to the dance floor. "And she's coming this way, with her sights set squarely on you mister."

"Oh Kendra . . ." says Randy with a smirk as he shakes his head. "She had the hots for you from sophomore year all the way to the end of senior year. I think she gained the nickname 'Krazy Kendra' because of it . . . . Judging from the way she's looking at you, I don't think she's gotten over you just yet."

"Yeah . . . I don't think so either," mutters Jacky as he begins to slowly walk away from the rest of us. "If you excuse me, it was great catching up with you guys, but I'm going to focus my attention on avoiding Kendra at all costs tonight."

"Good luck!" I call after him as he heads toward a group of people standing by the bleachers. "Oh . . . I hope he'll be alright."

"I hope so too, but hey," says Randy as he did a small shrug of his shoulders. "For a human, he sure is resilient. He'll make it through the night unscathed, just you wait."

"I hope you're right about that Randy," Monica says with a smirk as we watch Kendra near Jacky's position. "Then again, Kendra was a persistent person, one of the most persistent in our class to be exact."

"There's that too . . ." mutters Randy as he nods his head over to the buffet table. "Hey, are you two hungry yet?"

"Starving!" says Monica as I nod my head yes. "Let's get over to that buffet table before all the good stuff is gone."

"I guess someone's werewolf sized appetite is beginning to show itself once again." I say with a smirk as we walk over to the buffet table.

"I have noticed that I've been eating a lot more than when I was just a hybrid, especially meat," she tells me as the smells of the different foods among the table began to waft through our noses. "But as long as I don't get fat, I should be good. I can probably pig out without worrying about packing on the pounds."

"Uh huh . . ." I say with a smirk as a repulsive odor hits my nose. "Oh man, what's that smell? It stinks!"

"What smell?" Randy asks me curiously as he sniffs the air. "I don't smell anything bad around here. Do you Monica?"

"Not at all . . ." she tells us as she shakes her head. "All of these foods smell good to me, unless . . . it must be your pregnancy."

"My pregnancy?" I ask with a scowl as we reach the table. "How so?"

"Your hormones must be acting up, making some foods that smell good to the rest of us smell bad to you, therefore making you not want to eat them at all," sis explains to me as she hands us each a plate. "It happened to Sam when she was pregnant, and it must be happening to you now."

"Oh yeah . . . Sam and Elaine did tell me about this," I grumble as I looked around the table. "One of these dishes smells so bad to me right now I just want to take up the whole tray and throw it in a trash bin far away from here. I'm also thinking about burning it, but that would probably make the smell even worse."

"Well then, let's figure out which dish stinks to you," suggest Randy as he gestures to the food in front of us. ". . . And have you avoid it at all costs. That way you won't end up eating it, and you won't have to throw it away or burn it in front of our old classmates."

"Fine by me . . ." I grumble under my breath as I take a few more steps, stopping when the bad odor was at its most ripest. "Yeah . . . I think I just found it."

"Oh . . . I see," says Monica as she lets a small smirk come across her face. "The spaghetti and meatballs is our foul smelling culprit."

"Note to self: Warn Sam, your mom, and my mom not to make spaghetti and meatballs whenever you are around," mutters Randy as a thoughtful look came across his face. "Another note: Do not make any spaghetti and meatballs for you for the rest of the pregnancy. You'll probably throw up on me if I do."

"Thank you . . ." I say with an apologetic smirk as I notice a very familiar blonde woman heading our way. "Oh gosh . . . look who's coming our way right now. It's Tiffany Cornwall."

"Sheldon and Randy's ex?" Monica asks in slight shock as I notice Randy's back stiffen a little just as the soon as Tiffany's name passed my lips. "Tiffany Cornwall is coming?"

"Yep . . . look for yourself you two," I tell her as I point to my right. We all turn to see the blonde coming, her body still maintaining the beauty it had all throughout high school. Her stick straight hair fell past her shoulders as she wore a light green dress and black pumps. Her green eyes were now hindered by a pair of black rimmed glasses, but she still looks great nonetheless. ". . . Hi Tiffany, long time no see huh?"

"Yeah . . . it's been a while," she tells me with a sheepish smile on her face. "It's good to see you again Amanda, Monica . . . Randy."

"It's . . . nice to see you too," Randy finally says after slightly hesitating for a minute, his eyes completely stoic. "I didn't expect to see you here tonight Tiffany."

"Neither you Randy . . . or any of you for that matter," she tells us sheepishly. "I figured you all would be on the road doing a house show or attending a charity event or something."

"Yeah . . . well, we all decided that this high school reunion was just something too important that none of us should miss, so we cleared up our schedules and came here." Monica answers her with a smile as I discretely keep a close eye on Randy. Randy's face is like an indifferent mask, but judging from the clenched fist in his pocket, he wasn't really too happy to see Tiffany here. . . . I wouldn't be too if the person that cheated on me was here making conversation with me.

"That's good to know . . ." says Tiffany as she nodded her head. "Um . . . with everyone gathered here tonight, it kinda feels like old times, well except Sheldon's not here . . . May his soul rest in peace. I hope the cops find his killer soon . . ."

"Yeah . . . I hope so too," I say, hiding my sheepishness as Randy and I exchange a quick look before Tiffany could notice, both of us knowing fully well what happened that night Sheldon died. "So . . . what have you been up to these past 16 years?"

"I've been working as a chemist over in Seattle . . . But I guess my job isn't as exciting as working as wrestlers for the WWE," she tells us with a small shrug, her tone very indifferent as she spoke. "It must be fun traveling across the country, and the world for that matter, doing shows for the public's enjoyment and all."

"Eh . . . it has its' ups and downs," my sister tells her with a smirk as I notice her noticing a guy staring at Tiffany from across the room. "Oh . . . look, Caleb Schwartz is looking at you Tiffany."

"Oh . . . I was planning to speak with him tonight. I guess now is a good time to speak to him, if ever . . ." she tells us sheepishly as she did a small wave Caleb's way. "I better get going . . . Have a good night you guys. Oh, and congrats on the baby 'Manda. Who's the father?"

"Uh . . . it's Randy." I tell her as I gesture to the man next to me.

"Oh . . . I see . . . ." says Tiffany in an unsure tone of voice, but the small look in her eye tells me that she wasn't expecting that. Plus, I heard her say 'WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!' in her thoughts. "Well then . . . Congrats you two!"

"Thanks . . ." I say as she walks away from us. I let out a small breath as I turn to Monica and Randy, the former still watching Tiffany as she walked away while the latter was looking at me as if he was unsure what my reaction to the whole Tiffany thing would be. ". . . Well that was different huh?"

"I'd say . . ." says Monica as she shook her head. "Did you hear her scream what the actual fuck in her head when you told her that the baby's father was Randy?"

"She actually said that?" Randy asks us in shock as he raises an eyebrow at the both of us. "You can't be serious."

"Yeah, I'm serious . . . apparently, after hearing that you divorced Sam months ago, she was hoping to hook up with you again. . . Sorry, I couldn't help but listen in to her thoughts for a bit," Monica tells us with a shrug as she begins to pile on some food on to her plate. "But as soon as she found out who the baby's daddy was, she instantly turned a 180."

"Hmpfh . . . like I would ever hook up with that slut again," mumbles Randy as he too began to pile on some food onto his plate. "I'm not going to make that mistake again."

"Trust me . . . you've made plenty of those kind of mistakes back then, especially before you dated Sam," I say with a shake of my head as I begin to pile some mac and cheese on my plate. "Since the word randy is slang for horny, especially in the U.K., your pet name did fit you back in those days huh, Randy?"

"Not this again . . ." mumbles Randy as he elbows me in the arm. "Can't you just quit with that huh?"

"But it is true . . . Wade, being from England, verified the meaning for your name for me. Your shortened first name means horny mister," says Monica as she picked out a chicken wing from a nearby pan. "Plus . . . you were quite the Casanova back then."

"You two seriously need to stop with that . . ." mumbles Randy as he picks up a fork. "What happened in the past is in the past. I don't need you two making fun of my name for the rest of the night okay?"

"Alright . . . we'll just make fun of it tomorrow." I say with a smirk as Monica lets out a small chuckle.

"Oh you're so thoughtful . . ." Randy mumbles under his breath as he sneaks a kiss on my cheek.

"Hey . . . what can I say . . ." I say with a smirk as I pick up a fork and some napkins. "I can be thoughtful when I want to be."

Ah . . . that's what I call a good ole high school reunion. It has its good sides and its bad sides.

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