She stands by the pillar, chewing her lip thoughtfully as she gazes at it. Our teacher continues to ramble on and on about how it was built during the Renaissance period, but I can no longer hear or see her. I can only see the natural brunette in the Khaki skirt studying the pillar.

Ashley Massaro is beautiful. No, beyond that... beautiful is an understatement. She is gorgeous. Breath taking, even. She may look like a drug addicted punk, but she is far from that. She might act like a slut around her jock boyfriend, but it's obvious that she doesn't want to. Her attendance records might be shocking now, but she is incredibly smart. I've seen her perfect A+ penciled in underneath my name when our history teacher shows us our marks. Ashley might be mouthy, but her tough attitude hides a sensitive young woman. She's so breakable, but no one can see that.
Just like she can't see me.

I'd first noticed her in junior year while I was studying for an upcoming math exam. She'd been asking the librarian if there were any books on architecture in stock. He'd said no and had sent her away. I'd watched her hungrily as she'd scanned the library, a hand on her hip. She'd sighed when she couldn't see a vacant seat and had sat on the floor with her journal. Ashley had looked stunning that day... I only wish now that I'd had the courage to say hi to her.
Nothing wrong with an outcast seeking out his fellow, right?

I mean, I am Paul Lloyd III, the bisexual emo from Cape Town. My only real friend is Heath Williams, the ginger lusting after the rebellious Stu Bennett. People think Heath and I were strange, to say the least. That Cena bastard had commented once in class about us, saying that I had "alternate ways of thinking." while Heath was "the girl from Wendy's." I'd flushed and put my head down while his friends had laughed. Heath had stood up and tried to pick a fight only to be taken down by the jocks. I fucking hate jocks. They ruin everything.
Especially Randy Orton.

To say I hate him would be an understatement. I loathe the bastard. I have no idea to this day how Ashley- the girl he used to call a fat whore in P.E. - had caught his eye; but it grates my nerves more than anything. He changed Ashley after he'd wooed her. He'd made her dye her hair to please him, forced her to do sexual favors to each of his friends and had even had sex with her on home room's door last week. He is a cocky, manipulative womanizer. Ashley had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

It's obvious under her fake smiles and flirty touches that she hates her position. Queen of the school. Michelle, Layla, Barbie, Maryse... they all act like her friend around her but rip her to shreds when they're alone. They hate her for being with Randy. Speaking of the bastard... here he comes now, entourage in tow.

He slaps her ass and she glares at the ground while they all laugh. He pulls her onto his arm while Dibiase and Runnels try to hit on her. From the looks on their faces, she just turned them down. Orton hisses something in her ear and her expression changes. Did he just threaten her? I sit upright and glare as I see the fear in her eyes. That bastard just threatened her!
"Yo, are you okay?" Heath asks, concerned. I shake my head and stand up. "Oh, fuck. No, Paul. Don't do it."

"Why the fuck not? That bastard just threatened her!" I protest as he tries to hold me back.
"Yeah, but she isn't yours, Paul. You have no reason to help her. You know what Orton would do to you if you yelled at him over her." that stops me from struggling. My shoulders sag and a relieved Heath continues with, "he would get you run out of the town. He can get you buried, Paul."
"Ashley is worth it." I mutter, staring at her. Heath groans.
"You don't know that, Paul. Have you even spoken to her before?"
"No, but-"
"-exactly. You don't know her, man. Just let her go," he claps my shoulder and smiles as Stu walks our way. "Oh, hey."

"Hey," Stu smirks at me. "Still after the punk are we, lad?" I grit my teeth and nod curtly. Stu is almost as bad as Randy when it comes to girls (and boys). Heath is getting played but won't believe me. Heath and Stu talk while I continue to watch Ashley.

She looks desperately around and suddenly our eyes connect. I feel like I've been electrocuted when those sweet brown eyes stare into mine. She continues to stare at me, but then quickly turns her head. I hang my head with a sigh.
That's all I'm going to get, I think bitterly. A look. Fuck you, Orton.

She's so fragile. I'd give anything to get her away from that piece of shit. But I can't.
All I can do is look on helplessly.

To answer any questions, this is a rewrite. I decided to put Justin and Ashley together because I think they would've made a cute and interesting couple. The American punk and the South African highflyer.

I put Orton, Justin and Ashley in senior year. Rhodes and Dibiase are juniors. The Divas are a mixture of both.

To be continued! :}