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Stephanie sat in the back of the Calculus class, stewing. The weekend, as crappy as it had been for her, had been over far more quickly than she would have liked.
Professor Flair was going on and on, giving the students their lesson for the day. Normally, she had some interest in his lectures, as he was an excellent teacher who made class fun. However, today, she couldn't get her mind off the distraction a couple of rows ahead of her, not to mention, her breakup from Paul.
The brunette knew she was better off without him. After what he'd done, she never wanted to speak to him again. He didn't deserve her, but she deserved far better. She knew that. She looked up from scribbling and doodling on the notebook page she had open before her. A pair of clear blue eyes were on her, watching her with intensity. She didn't know the young man very well, but she knew his name was Chris. She tried to ignore him, even when he gave her a smile. It wasn't that she meant to be cold, but she just wasn't in the mood to be nice to another guy yet. On the contrary, she was in that place where she needed to hate all men.
She'd toyed with the idea of telling her father - or both of her parents - what Paul had done. She knew her dad, at the very least, would carry out some sort of punishment for his heinous actions. But she didn't do it for one reason and one reason only... If she told on Paul, she would have to tell on Shane as well. And in spite of the fact that he was a rat, Shane was still her brother, and she didn't want anything really bad to happen to him.
"And that's it for today as we're out of time," Ric Flair announced, checking his watch and the clock on the wall. "Remember to prepare for the quiz coming on Thursday. Have a good day, students."
Stephanie quickly gathered up her books and things, hurrying two rows ahead. She stopped beside another female studen, who looked up as a shadow fell over her.
Amy looked up to see the brunette standing beside her, over her. She didn't really know her, but she knew the young woman by sight and remembered seeing her at the football game her first day at Cannon's Worth.
Stephanie kept her voice low so as to not alert Professor Flair or any of the students still present in the room.
"You're Amy, right?" When the redhead nodded, she said, "We need to talk."
"We do?" Amy couldn't imagine what this was all about. She and the brunette had never so much as spoken two words to each other.
"Yes, we do. Come on, walk with me."
The redhead stared after her as she made a beeline for the door. In a hurry, she picked up everything and followed the other young woman.
"What's up?" she asked. She was completely in the dark as to whatever was apparently troubling the brunette.
Stephanie pursed her lips, not speaking as they went down the stairs. It was only when they exited the building that she spoke again.
"I have some information I'm sure you'll find quite interesting."
"Huh?" Amy was completely confused. She had no earthly idea what the other girl could possibly be talking about, but she was sure interested in finding out. "What do you mean?"
"Come on - let's sit for awhile," Stephanie said, temporarily ignoring the question. She led the way to one of the free benches nearby and placed her books to the side as Amy sat down beside her and did the same.
"Okay, basically... I know something you don't, and I think you'd want to know this."
Amy shrugged and eyed the other girl with impatience. Was this some sort of game? If it was, she had no interest in playing.
"Well, what is it?"
The brunette eyed her squarely, no traces of amusement on her face. Before she even spoke, the redhead knew she'd been wrong in thinking of a game.
"My boyfriend - I mean, ex-boyfriend - has a little bet going on concerning you." When Amy said nothing, she went on to elaborate. "He and my idiot brother made a bet to see which one of them could get either you or your friend Stacy in bed first."
"What?" Amy's eyes widened a bit, but it sounded so ridiculous, her first instinct was to laugh. "Who's your ex-boyfriend?" As she asked the question, she knew right away who the girl's brother was, and it made her blood boil - Shane McMahon. But she wasn't sure of the boyfriend's identity.
"Paul Levesque," Stephanie replied dryly. "Bastard extreme to the max."
Inside, Amy groaned. She wasn't exactly surprised or too alarmed. She knew there had to be a reason
she hadn't initially liked the guy. What a dumb jerk!