You Get Me

Summary: It's a story about a girl (Stacy) and a guy (Randy) that used to date back in sophomore year of high school. They've always had a thing for each other but now that it's senior year, and they're close to graduating, the two start to really realize how much they are gonna miss each other when they go off to college. But to every good story, there's a twist.

Characters: Stacy, Randy, John, Torrie, others

It was first period and Randy was bored out of his mind. Listening to Mrs. Mitchell continuing to scrape that annoying chalk on the blackboard made him want to kill himself. He turned to his right where he saw his best friend, John, sleeping on the desk. Randy kind of began to laugh as he had an idea on how to wake him up.

"Mrs. Mitchell!" Randy shouted as the short teacher turned around.

"Yes Randy?" she asked.

"Umm…it seems that John has fallen asleep. Do you want me to wake him up?" Randy couldn't help but slightly laugh when Mrs. Mitchell turned her attention to the sleeping student.

"No, that's okay Randy. I'll wake him up." Mrs. Mitchell stomped over to John with a mean expression plastered on her face. Randy and the rest of the student body knew that Mrs. Mitchell was not one to mess with. And that's exactly why it was gonna be so funny, watching John get the shit scared out of him.

"Mr. Cena! Wake up!" Mrs. Mitchell shouted as she smacked her ruler on the desk. John stood up from his desk.

"What? What happened?" John could barely stand but was totally embarrassed when he realized he was in class.

"This is the fourth time in three weeks, Johnathan, that you have fallen asleep in my class! Now go up to that bored and put your brain to good use!" So John quickly ran up to the board and picked up the chalk. Everyone in the class was laughing hysterically, including Randy.

"Alright settle down. All of you!" Mrs. Mitchell said as the class did as they were told. "Now do number 6, Johnathan. It's not that hard."

So John focused at the board and tried to complete the math problem. He didn't even get past the first two steps on finding the equation when he stopped and turned to face his Nazi teacher. "I don't know how to do it Mrs. Mitchell."

"Well, Johnathan, who's fault is that? Go sit back down…and don't fall asleep!" So John went back to his desk and stared at Randy who was still laughing.

"Thanks Randy. Some friend you are." John crossed his arms and sat back in his chair.

"No problem man." Randy covered his mouth trying to hide the rest of his laughter.

Sixth Period

'Half way through the day, six more periods of hell, then I'm out of here.' Randy said to himself as he raced to his next class. The bell had already rang and he was one of the last students in the hallway. He quickly opened the door to Mr. Donaldson's room and walked in.

"Well Mr. Orton, you're only four minutes late today. I'm quite surprised. You beat your record by a whole two minutes!" Mr. Donaldson shouted as he looked at his watch.

"Sorry Mr. Donaldson." Randy tried to apologize but it never worked.

"I don't wanna hear it Orton. Go sit down so I can teach my class." So Randy walked back to his desk and kind of smiled as the class giggled.

This was definitely Randy's favorite class. And there was only one reason for it, cause in reality, history was the most boring subject. And that reason was that his ex-girlfriend, Stacy Keibler, sat right next to him. He still had a crush on her since sophomore year, which was when they dated.

Stacy giggled when Randy sat down. "Why are you always so late Randy? Is it really that hard to make it to class on time?" She still slightly laughed.

Randy smirked. He loved the way he made her laugh. She was so damn sexy. Her Hollister shirt just tight enough so that he could see the prefect shape of her breasts, her blond hair that was half up. He thought he was gonna have a heart attack.

"Well, you know how it is Stace, I gotta talk to my friends, then I gotta walk all the way to this side of the school…it's just time consuming when you have a lot of friends." He smirked again.

"Well I have a lot of friends and you don't see me not making it to class on time." Stacy responded as she smiled. It was true, Stacy was one of the most popular girls in school. All the guys loved her long legs and wished they could call her theirs. And since she was such a nice person, she had a lot of girl friends too.

"Psh. Whatever Stacy. Whatever." Randy smiled and turned back around to face Mr. Donaldson who was staring right at Randy.

"Are you listening Mr. Orton?" Mr. Donaldson asked as he squinted his eyes.

"Umm yeah." Randy answered. But of course he really wasn't.

"So you know that we have a one hundred point test tomorrow on the Holocaust?"

"What? Are you kidding me? That's not fair, I say we delay it 'til Tuesday." Randy said as he crossed his arms.

The class sort of began to laugh. "Mr. Orton, if you were paying attention, which apparently you weren't, then you would have heard that there is not going to be a test, and that a project is due next week." Mr. Donaldson said with a cocky smile.

Randy felt pretty damn dumb, but whatever. He didn't like Mr. Donaldson anyways, and vice versa. "Oh that's cool Mr. D. Do we have partners or what?"

"Actually, we do Mr. Orton. And your partner is Stacy." Randy smirked and glanced over at Stacy.

Stacy kind of smiled but knew that Randy wasn't even gonna try to help out with the project so she knew she would have to do a majority of the work.

"I'm sorry Stacy, but it was the luck of the draw." Mr. Donaldson said as he began to go over the rubric for the project.

'Luck of the draw is right.' Stacy thought to herself as she looked over at Randy and bit her bottom lip. He was so hot. His baggy jeans and his white Abercrombie shirt which showed the outlining of his ripped body. How could any girl resist him?

The bell rang as the class period ended. As Stacy exited the classroom, Randy delicately grabbed her arm and pulled her over to the lockers.

"What's up Randy?" Stacy asked as she felt tingles when he grabbed her arm.

"Well, I was wondering how we're gonna get this project finished. Should we do it at my house or at yours? Randy slipped his hand into his jean pocket and stared at her mesmerized.

"Well umm…" Stacy began. She remembered that this was exactly how they got together the first time. They were partners for a project so they went over to her house. They flirted and flirted until neither one could take it anymore so they finally got together and…well you know what else happened. That was the night she lost her virginity.

"How bout we do it at my house? Like old times." Stacy winked and began to walk off as she headed down the halls and met up with her friends.

Randy's mouth had dropped but then it soon turned into a smirk. He remembered that night. The best night of his entire life. That's when Stacy and him became a couple. 'God I wish it never ended.' Randy thought to himself as he headed for his next class.

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