I do not own WWE or Cody Rhodes, but I so wish I did!
Katie Hemsworth walked through the school hallways, her chestnut locks hiding her smooth creamy skin and a pair of soul searing blue eyes. Dressed in a white and blue plaid shirt and denim shorts, she clutched her books tightly to her chest. Thick black framed glasses perched on her small button nose. The crush of the other students was almost suffocating. The squeaks of rubber soles screeched harshly in rhythm of slamming lockers.
Changing schools was never easy, although Katie was glad that she didn't really have any friends left behind. The joys of being the invisible girl in school. Bodies pressed into her, the rush of students running to their next class to avoid the tardy and a day of Saturday school. Being new didn't help Katie know her way around a school she had barely found. While looking at the white slip of paper which held each class she had, she felt a body slam into her own, making her fall to the floor.
Looking up, Katie saw it was a jock of some sort. How did she know if she'd never been here before? He wore a letterman's jacket, not to mention the sheer muscular physique that swept her breath from her lungs. A white polo shirt was casually tucked into a pair of designer tan dress pants. To be totally truthful to herself, she was never the type to go for a jock kind of guy. But this one was making her seriously reconsider her distaste for jocks. As she bent down to pick up her books that had been knocked free of her arms, she noticed that he reached out to help pick her books up. When she had them safely back in her arms, she stood up and looked at him.
His short dark brown hair seemed flattened by the use of some type of headgear, but she couldn't be sure what it was. Her sky blue eyes looked into his cobalt eyes from behind her glasses. The male seemed to hold himself with all the confidence rested on his deliciously broad shoulders. If she had to hazard a guess, this guy had absolutely no need to be without a date. He stared at her with an intensely curious look.
"Uh, hi," Katie stuttered from the stare she was receiving from boy she was knocked to the ground from. "I'm Katie."
"You're new here," the boy said with a knowing grin.
"Yeah, how did you know?" she blushed, feeling like an idiot.
"No one carries all their books to class," he told her as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "That's why this place has lockers." His voice dropped to a seductive whisper, as though confiding a secret of uttermost secrecy.
"Oh," Kate said as a light blush covered her cheeks. "I haven't got one yet. I'm sorry for running into you."
"Try and to look where you go," he smirked at her before heading to his own class before looking back at her. "Not everyone is as nice as I am."
Katie cradled her hand to her chest, all her books kicked to the wall. The tall blonde she smirked at her and walked off, her clones following her like the sheep they were. Her fingers throbbed where the girls pressed their stilettos in deep. No one came to her defense. She wished that her blue-eyed boy was there. At least he was the only one that made her feel like she wasn't just another anybody, worthy of any ones attention. The bell rang, students dispersing from the immediate vicinity quickly. Katie gathered up her books hastily before checking her schedule. A Study Hall…on the other side of the building. She raced as fast as she could, thankful that most of the students were in class before the second bell.
Katie sat down in the back corner of the room, avoiding anyone's glance. She knew there would be assignments on the first day, but not in the amount that they were given. The seat beside her scraped as someone pulled it out and sat into it. Looking up she saw it was the boy from earlier that had bumped into her. He didn't give her his name, so she'd decided to refer to him as blue eyed boy.
"So bump into any more people?" he asked, leaning casually back into his chair. Long, lean legs stretched out from under the desk. His lazy grin and intense eyes sent butterflies flying through her stomach.
Blushing, she ducked her head. "Um, a few here and there."
"Were they as nice as I was?" he inquired shifting so that he could look at her more closely.
She glanced down at her bruised hand. Several attractive girls had knocked her down and as she was gathering her books, they stood on her hands a few times. "No, not as nice as you were."
"I told you, no one is as nice as I am Katie," he said grinning from ear to ear, not seeing her bruised hand. She sighed, nodded and turned her attention back to the desk. As she grabbed a pen, the blue eyed boy finally noticed the bruises.
"You punch a wall?" he asked noticing her hand; he grabbed it and stroked it gently. Shaking her head, she allowed her hair to curtain across her face.
"What happened?" his tone serious.
"Some girls knocked me down and stood on my hand as i was picking up my books." she noticed his jaw hardening. "I'm sure it was all an accident."
He opened his cell phone and enlarged a picture of a few girls in cheerleading outfits and showed her the picture. "That them?"
She noticed that they were all Blondes. "One said that she was called Kelly." She saw the one that stood on her hand clinging to the neck of the guy sitting next to her.
"Yeah, Kelly's the pack leader of them," he shook his head. "Try and stay out of her way, she's a real bitch."
She gave him a small smile. "I'm used to being invisible. All this really doesn't matter."
"You won't be invisible for long," he told her. "Especially if Kelly views you as a threat,"
She turned and faced him full on, her red lips frowning. He sat there stunned. "Why on earth would she view me of all people as a threat?"
He looked down into his book as the teacher walked by. Waiting for the teacher to make his way to another part of the room before looking up from his book. He looked at her and said. "Because Kelly's a bitch so everyone's a threat,"
Katie pulled out a notebook and started to draw intricate patterns on the cover. "I just want to be the same wallflower I was back at my old school."
"This school hasn't had a new student since," he started to think of when the last time the school had a new student. "Actually this school hasn't ever had a new student. So you'll be sticking out like a sore thumb. Everyone here has been going to the same schools since kindergarten days,"
Katie stared at him, utterly stunned. "Um...no new student? At all?"
"Never," he confirmed with a smug smile
Her eyes widened. "I am so royally screwed." she sat back in her chair, slight tears stinging her eyes.
"So how'd your boyfriend take you moving from where ever you moved from?" he asked looking into his book.
"I didn't have a boyfriend. I told you, I was invisible, something I am really wishing that I could have here, if what you say is true." Katie replied.
He just laughed softly so the teacher wouldn't hear as he started writing some notes in his notebook. She drew another intricate pattern, drawing his attention back to her. "What's your name, blue eyed boy?"
"Blue eyed boy?" he laughed. "That the best you can come up with?"
She grinned at him in return. "First thing that came to mind."
"And why's that?"
She shrugged. "Had to call you something in my head." The paper was quickly filling up with designs.
"So you were thinking about me, huh?" he asked in a smug tone
She rolled her eyes. "Don't let it go to your head. So what is your name?"
He grinned at her before asking, "What were you thinking about me?"
She sighed. "That you are the only fairly nice person I've met so far. Are you going to tell me your name?"
"Does a name really matter?" he asked purposely being coy.
She gave a cute growl of frustration. "Men, you just can't live with 'em."
"And you can't live without us, can ya?" She laughed at his childlike expression.
"Now, I never said that," she gave him a toothy smile
"But you thought it," He leaned back triumphantly.
"If you're not going to tell me your name, I guess, I had better stop talking and get some work done."
"What do I get out of it if I tell you my name?" he asked inquisitively.
She thought for a moment then looked down at the notebook cover. "You can have my Katie Original," she smiled, offering her book for him to have a look at. "The blank notebook comes free," she said in a conspirator whisper.
"I've got plenty of notebooks," he commented. "How about your phone number."
She blinked at him. "You have to be the first guy who's ever asked for my number."
"I won't be the last," he told her confidently.
She blushed. "Fine, you can have my number if you tell me your name."
"I'm James," he said with a straight face. "James Bond."
Her fingers itched to slap him across the back of the head. He laughed at her irritated expression. "Ass!"
"You asked for my name," he pointed out. "My teammates call me James Bond."
"I am not calling you James Bond. That is reserved for Daniel Craig, Sean Connery and the other stars. If you don't tell me your name, i am not giving you my number." she gave him a grin.
He grinned at her. She had spunk, he'd give her that. "I'm Cody. Cody Rhodes."
"Nice to meet you, Cody Rhodes." she offered her hand and turned back to her notebook. Tearing out a page, she scribbled a few things on it and gave it to him. "And there is my number."
"So is this a cell or house number?" he asked holding the folded piece of paper between two fingers.
"My cell, we haven't got a house number yet. Hell, we only moved in yesterday. I haven't had time to unpack."
He grinned before asking, "So you sleep without clothes on?"
She turned around and gave him a cheeky smile before leaning very close to him. "That's for me to know and you to never find out."
"You moved on Ivory Lane, right?" he quizzed her.
She nodded her head. "The Victorian double story. I have the attic."
"The one with the window facing north, right?" he asked knowingly
She gave him a suspicious look. "...yeah."
"I know where you sleep," he told her cheekily. She gave a laugh.
"Cute, really, cute Cody." She nodded and sat back into her chair.
"My Uncle is a cop, he's came over to our place and told us about the newbie's," Katie wrinkled her nose at the label.
"And what did he say?"
"That you're newbie's," he said grinning
"And? My dad had something interesting to say about the cop that talked to us yesterday." She gave him a cheeky smile.
"And what was that?"
"You tell me what your uncle said and I'll tell you what dad said," she replied coyly.
"My uncle doesn't talk about his work," he told her.
"Well my dad said that he recognized Dustin Rhodes from College and asked how his twin Dusty was." She decided to give him a break.
"Tell him he's a fat bastard," Cody replied, referring to his father with a smile.
She laughed. "So is there anything else about this school that I should be warned about?"
"It's mandatory to go to all football games," he answered promptly.
She raised an eyebrow. "How mandatory?"
"Every game," she stared at him with disbelief.
And whose rule is that? Yours or the school?" she scoffed.
"The school," he told her keeping a straight face. Katie gave him a disbelieving stare.
"I'm serious," he told her, looking into her eyes.
"Most schools don't have that rule," she pulled out the school schedule. "And this clearly shows that games aren't mandatory." she gave him a triumphant look.
"You said you didn't want to stick out, right?" he questioned her, deciding to go on a different track. She nodded curiously. "Everyone will notice if you are the only one not there," he told before adding. "And the after parties are a must."
She gave him a disgusted look. "You do realize that I really hate after parties? Way too many pathetically drunk idiots."
"That depends on which party you attend," he grinned at her. She gave him an interested look. Before he had a chance to tell her the difference between the two different parties, the bell rang, signally the end of class.
"Guess I'll see you later, Cody Rhodes!" she smiled, gathering her books.
"I know where you live," he smirked before disappearing into the throng of people in the hallway.
She gave a secretive smile, allowing her hair to cover her face again. Cody Rhodes was an amazing man. And to be truly honest, Going to games wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience, she could always take a book with her. But she needed to talk to Cody again to see which parties are the best to go to. Her phone buzzed in her pocket.
"Don't think of me too much, I might disappear. BEB"
She gave another chuckle and walked into her last class for the day. She really wasn't looking forward to walking home, but until she got her own car, it wasn't likely that she would be able to drive.
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