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Paul's ire increased as he watched her from afar. He was hiding out across the campus, in the grass near the Science building. Fortunately, there was enough shrubbery to keep him concealed.
After Coach Michaels had dismissed him from practice, he'd just taken off, gone for a walk. It had done a little to calm his anger, but that had returned when he'd seen the girl. And of course, she wasn't alone... No, she had company in the form of those two blond twerps.
His face contorted into a deep scowl. Amy had been with Adam Copeland and Jay Reso for the better part of the past two hours at least, and it didn't make him happy. But the worst part of all, the one little detail that had him literally seeing red, was that she and that Adam guy were holding hands! They were very touchy feely and all that. What the hell was that? Paul wondered if the lanky little prick had swooped in and put the moves on Amy while he'd been trying to get to know her. That thought caused him to clench his right hand into a tight fist.
Suddenly, a new, equally distracting pair came into his line of vision. And this time, he found himself gripped by more of a feeling of surprise than anything else.
Stephanie - his now ex-girlfriend Stephanie - was strolling across the campus, and she was not alone. Oh, no... On the contrary, she looked quite happy - too happy, considering how recently she'd broken it off with him after feeling so hurt. She was smiling and walking and talking with a guy. Levesque instantly recognized him as Chris Irvine, who was also a member of the football team - the same one whom Coach had assigned to his position when he'd dismissed him from practice earlier that day. Yet another blond twerp. It completely burned him up.
The day was definitely not shaping up to be in his favor. If anything, it was enough to send the burly quarterback into violence.
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"So, what do you want to do?" Stacy asked, a bright smile on her face as she looked at Shane. They'd gone for a walk around the football field after his practice, but that was getting old.
"I don't know," the dark-haired young man lied. He cast a gaze at her face with his big brown eyes, studying her. She was so pretty, but she really did seem totally guileless. There was no way he was going to just spit out in words what he really wanted to do with her. He would rather let his actions speak for him when he got her in a private place.
"Oh, come on," the leggy blonde said genially. "There must be something going on in that head of yours. Let's go do something. Your choice - I'm in your hands."
He arched an eyebrow as he stared into her soft brown eyes. He was glad he had a good poker face.
"Really?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "I'm up for anything!"
We'll see about that, Shane thought. He smirked as Stacy turned to face ahead as they walked... and suddenly, an idea began to take shape in his very devious mkind.
"Hey, here's a thought..."
She looked up, her long blonde hair waving slightly in the soft breeze. She still had a tiny smile on her face and appeared so fresh... And Shane had to acknowledge, not for the first, just how pretty she was. He took hold of her hand in his and continued as she eyed him with anticipation.
"... Why don't we just sit under the bleachers and talk?"
The tall blonde girl gave him an odd look, and he could see the question marks in her eyes. He only hoped she wouldn't ask him anything or protest.
"Um... Okay," she replied. "I suppose we can do that for awhile."
I am so gonna score! the young man thought. On the inside, he was practically bursting at the seams. On the outside, however, he wasn't giving himself away as he kept his features neutral. In silence, he led Stacy across the field to the bleachers.
They squeezed underneath the seats, and it was relatively dark. However, Shane didn't mind, as there was still enough light for him to actually see her. He wouldn't miss the beautiful sight of the blonde in all her nude splendor for anything in the world. He licked his lips as he envisioned it as they sat down on the soft, fragrant grass of the ground.
Without even uttering a word, Shane was instantly right beside her, his lips seeking hers. Stacy seemed surprised but allowed him to kiss her, and she responded in an instant.
Before very long, and much too quickly, things started to get very hot and passionate. The dark-haired football player was still kissing her, and he laid his body almost fully on top of hers. Stacy was actually enjoying herself for awhile, and she held tightly to him as they made out. But then she suddenly felt Shane's hands beginning to roam.
In spite of her body beginning to respond in a pleasurable manner, the leggy blonde felt uncomfortable. She stopped kissing him and pulled away, moving his hand as well.
"Shane, no... Stop."
"You won't be saying that in another few minutes," he murmured, and he went back to what he'd been doing.
Stacy squirmed, fear and annoyance beginning to grip her. She felt his hand slipping into her panties as he tried to finger her. She refused to give in to the physical sensations and protested again.
"No... Stop it, you're going too fast, Shane!" she cried. She grew dismayed and shocked at the realization that he was actually undoing her pants. In a haste, she used her long legs to kick at him and moved away from him, straightening out her clothing. She glared at him, now definitely angry.
"Oh, come on," he laughed. "You know you want this." He gave her his custom smirk. "And you'll be doing me a favor, too."
Stacy gasped and did the first thing her instincts screamed - she slapped him across the face. After that, she grabbed her bag and bolted to her feet.
"What kind of girl do you think I am?!"
Shane gave her a little snicker.
"Why don't you tell me... or better yet, show me?"
The tall blonde could not believe her ears. She simply gaped at him in shock, the horror that Amy had been telling her the truth gripping her now.
"You bastard!" she spat. "All this time, all you ever wanted was to get in my pants, is that it?" She went on before he could respond. "And just to win a stupid bet?"
Shane was surprised to hear that come out of her, but he was good enough to hide his true emotions. He tried a different tactic.
"No, I would never-"
"Oh, spare me!" the blonde yelled. She suddenly realized tears were running down her cheeks. "I thought you truly liked me, Shane! Do you have any idea how badly it hurts to know that was just a lie? Do you? Do you even care?!"
He said nothing this time and only stared at her. Finally, he said something, but it wasn't what she wanted to hear.
"So, are we gonna have sex? 'Cause I'm kinda horny right now."
Stacy was incredulous as she stepped farther away from him.
"You want sex? You're horny?" she countered. "Well, you have two hands!" With that, she turned and
fled from the bleachers, off the football field and far, far away from Shane McMahon.