Let the Good Times Roll
High School Fic. Randy Orton adjusts to high school life. Rated M for language and future chapters for now.
(A/N: Any similiarities to other high school fics is pure coincidental. If you see something really similar, tell me. Ill change it. Also, what pairings would you like? M/M, F/F, M/F...Rating will be changed from T to M for future chapters..)
Chapter 1
The alarm clock went off and Randy Orton slapped it. Summer was over. The early September sun blared in his room and he pulled the covers over his head. Orton had it good. His family wasn't dirt poor, they weren't filthy rich, but he had it good. Damn good. His dad was the owner of Dodge, the famous car company. While has was only 15, he had an already purchased Lexus for his 16th birthday net year.
He got out of bed and threw on a pair of khaki shorts. He pulled out a G-Unit shirt and walked downstairs, grabbing his shoes.He sat down at the kitchen table and stretched his aching body. Yesterday, his best friend John Cena, pushed him down the long, spiral staircase, leaving Orton sprawled out at the bottom, in agony.
Orton stretched again and threw on his shirt and some deodorant. He sprayed himself with Axe and left for the bus stop. He walked halfway down the block, to the bus stop. What rich boy takes the bus to a mediocre school? He thought. He saw the bus approaching. Stuck on a cold bus, with a bunch of stupid, poor people going to a poor school. The bus stopped in front of him and he stepped on. Everyone stopped talking and stared at him.
He walked past all his former friends from 8th grade. Ashley Massaro, Trish Stratus and Mickie James were the plastic bitches, who'd give you head if you scratched yourself. He passed by Mick Foley and Al Snow, the weird ones. He finally saw John Cena, Dave Batista and Adam Copeland in the back. He rushed over to them and the jocks sat down.
"Yo, sup man?" Cena asked and the two shook hands.
"Nothin'. Stupid ass bus is gona scuff up ma sneakers." Orton said.
"Oh, more bitching from the rich boy. Shut up, Orton." The way bigger Dave said. Dave was huge for his age. He sees more of the gym then he does of his house. The man is easily 250 pounds of solid muscle. He was near six feet tall. He was the biggest kid in the graduating class of 2007. While Adam worked out, he was almost the smallest, but that position went to Oscar. Surprisingly enough, Oscar got the most ladies and is now expecting his first child.
John and Randy have been best friends since 1st grade. They've gone through everything together, from sharing crayons in 2nd grade and then in 8th grade, drinking alcohol for the first time. John and Randy were exactly the same size, in weight and height. They were considered the jocks, or studs, of 8th grade and now 9th. They were even man-whores. While, they were both virgins, they have done sexual stuff with girls, more times the Plastics then not, and kissed even more.
The bus pulled up to OVHS, or Ohio Valley High School. They all piled out of the bus. The class of 2011, nervous to go inside. Orton and Cena pushed by everyone.
"Come on, bitches. Don't be scared of no upperclassmen. I'll kick dey ass." Orton said.
Behind him, Ashley made a noise of disgust. Orton turned around and stared at her. "What are you looking at, asshole?"
"Who is you makin' noises at?" Orton said.
"Stop talking gangster! Your not cool and your not hot!" Trish said.
"Haha, it didn't stop you from sucking..." John cut him off. "Ha, your lucky I ain't want people to know you'll slob they knob before you start freshmen year!"
Trish slapped Orton across the face and walked toward the school as everyone started to hoot in agreement. Randy's ex-girlfriend, Candice Michelle, walked up to him.
"Oh my god. That was...well deserved and well coming." Candice said, using a sense of intelligence no one would expect from her. "She missed a cheek." Candice hauled off and slapped Orton on the other side of the face and followed her friends into the building.
"This is gonna be a fun day." Orton said and walked into school building.
1ST PERIOD
Orton and Cena walked into 1st period Honors World History. The teacher was a big man, with long black hair. He was about 7 foot tall and muscular, with tattoos up and down each arm and one that dominantly says, "SARA" on his neck.
"Come in and sit down. I'd advise you to not sit near someone you know will give you a hard time and you'll goof off with because your ass will be out of here faster then you can say Hammurabi." The man said.
Cena sniggered and looked around the room. Amy Dumas and Michelle McCool were the only other people he knew, besides Orton.
"I'm Mr. Calloway. I will NOT take gum chewing, unnecessary laughing, jokes, Sidekicks, cell phones, iPods, candy, chips, dip, nothing. Break my rules once and I'll be sure to have your ass out Honors History." The teacher said.
"Now, I'm going to call you up one by one. Come get a textbook, give me the number, sit down and shut up." Calloway said.
"Randall Keith Orton." Calloway said and Cena stifled a laugh. Of course. Say my full name. I'll never get any ass. Orton picked up a textbook gave Mr. Calloway the number and sat down.
"John Felix Anthony Cena." Damn, if I thought MY name was bad...I don't have Felix in my name at least. Cena got to his feet and grabbed a textbook, gave the number to Calloway and sat down.
After thirty-five agonizing minutes of History, the bell rang and Orton and Cena headed off for their second period. Art, with Mr. McMahon.
Cena and Orton couldn't find room 115 A. They saw Torrie Wilson and yelled her name. Torrie turned around, making sure to flip her hair a little extra. "Do you know where 115 A is?" Cena asked.
"Um...yeah, my 1st period was there, coincidentally. Go straight down this hallway, up the stairs on the left, make a right and two thirds down the hallway, there's your room." Torrie said with a smile. Cena and Orton nodded their head in thanks and hurried off to find Mr. McMahon's room.
"Which staircase? Down, left or right?" Orton asked.
"I think she said right." Cena said.
Orton went up the right steps, followed by Cena. They took a left and saw a lone door, about halfway down the hallway. They ran to it and saw it labeled "Janitor Closet."
"Maybe she didn't say right..." Cena said.
Orton shook his head and walked down the hallway, back to the steps and wound up back and the intersection with the three staircases. They took the left one this time and took a right. They saw that the doors were labeled "A". They found 115 A and hurried in.
"And essentially, the key to...hello there." The old man, who was apparently the teacher, said as Orton and Cena rushed in. "Late, I presume?"
Cena blushed and nodded his head. "Do you think 1 or 3 detentions is suitable for lateness?" the teacher asked.
"Detention? We're only like a minute late!" Orton said.
"Sir, your FIFTEEN minutes late." The teacher said. "Take a seat. I'll let you off the hook, for today. I'm Mr. McMahon and I'm your art teacher." The teacher said, as Orton and Cena took a seat, Orton in front of Trish Stratus and Cena in front of some gothic-looking girl.
Cena turned around and looked at her. "Psst." The girl looked up. "Do you worship the devil?"
"Fuck you, asshole." The girl said and flipped him off.
"Psh, you'll want my sex later, girl." Cena said and turned around.
"I assume you two are Cena and Orton." Mr. McMahon said and the two boys nodded. He got the absentee slip and crossed off their names. "We we're talking about busts."
"Like boobs?" Cena said.
"No..not..." McMahon began but Cena cut him off.
"Oh damn cuz, I was watchin' Busty Cops and those girls...damn they had big busts." Cena said.
"No, Mr. Cena, not like boobs." McMahon said and Cena blushed. "As I was saying..."
20 Minutes later, the bell rang and Cena and Orton left the classroom and went their separate ways. "Im gonna see you at lunch, bro." Cena said as Orton walked down the hallway. At lunchtime, Adam, Cena, Batista, Orton and Paul all sat around, laughing.
"Dude, that was so funny. In art class, John talks about Busty Cops." Randy said.
"You talked about your favorite..porn..in art class?" Dave asked, laughing.
"Dude, he said busts. So I thought of tits." John said.
Adam bust out laughing and spit his soda on the ground.
"I got a number." Orton said.
"Who's?!" Cena asked.
"Kelly Kelly's. Or at least that's what her nickname is. I hear she likes to be naked." Orton said.
"DUDE, she has my 3rd period. She's fine." Adam said.
"Oh shit, here she comes." Orton said as Kelly came skipping over.
"Hey Randy." she said.
"Hey babe, what's up?"
"Nothing...I got my dad's car. I always sneak it...wanna go for a ride?" Kelly said.
"I should be the one asking that." Orton said.
Orton stood up and Kelly and Orton walked out to go have some fun.
End of chapter 1
A/N: Meh, bad starting chapter. I wanna get a feel of this. Gimme your feedback, on suggestions and couples ASAP so I can continue:
