Title: Do You Believe In Fate?

Authors: Pixiella & LoveToTheCucumber

Betas: Microsoft Works & Word

Fandom: WWE/pro wrestling

Genre: Drama, Romance, Humor

Rating: T

Main pairings: Miz/OC, Christian/OC

Summary: It seemed like it was going to be a peaceful summer, but when four totally different teenagers were sent to a summer camp, everything took a huge turn.

Disclaimer: We don't own anything except the idea, Nevaeh belongs to LoveToTheCucumber, Emma belongs to Pixiella, all the other characters belong to WWE, Vince McMahon and themselves and/or whoever it is that owns them at some level. We don't, that's for sure.

Pixiella'a A/N: *squealing* I'm soo thrilled about this. It's the first time actually that I'm co-writing stuff with other person - and so far it has been oh so much fun and all! This.. Is awesome. And the story is awesome and LoveToTheCucumber is awesome for co-writting this piece of text with me, yay! Hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I have been enjoying writing this~ :DD

And sorry for all grammar and spelling mistakes, English is not our first language. Still, hopefully you read and review this and let us know what you think about it, if we should continue with it or not. Appreciate all kind of feedback with this one.

- Chapter 1 -

She crossed the school parking lot, gathering a crowd of curious people around the classroom windows. Her waist length, black hair jumped in unison with her steps, as well as the hem of her long, black jacket. Even though it was one of the first real summer days, she wore that heavy jacket along with those thick jeans of hers. Every single piece of her clothing, from the jacket and the jeans to the long, gothic boots and the Skillet t-shirt, was black, making it even more impossible to think that she wasn't sweating profusely.

As she pulled the front door open, the familiar smell of knowledge, teachers and fellow students were there to immediately greet her. She stepped inside the building, letting the door shut itself behind her, cutting off her escape route to the real world. Very unwillingly she began to walk along the hallway - she knew that she had to show up in at least one class a day, otherwise the school would kick her out and -

Her thoughts were cut off, when she suddenly bumped into someone. She took a quick look through her way-too-long bangs, instantly wishing that she hadn't, when her eyes were met by the angry look of her English teacher, Mrs. Long. A tiny, grey haired, old woman, with a short fuse and huge, old fashioned glasses.

"Miss Taylor, I was expecting you for today's class. Where were you?" The youngster didn't answer, she just looked down at the older woman, who ignored her silence with loud sigh.

"Nevaeh, I'm worried about your grades - so far you have failed every single subject but one. And skipping classes is not going to do you any good … Are you listening to me, young lady?"

No, she wasn't. Nevaeh answered with a small shrug. She looked around the empty hallway, as the teacher started to babble about her grades and failed classes - a topic she wasn't interested in at all and had discussed about it a hundred times before.

"Now young lady, either you come to class tomorrow morning or I'll have to fail you…again. Do you understand?"

"Whatever you say, hag," Nevaeh muttered, getting ready to push past her, when she was stopped by the teacher's loud yell: "Young lady, you don't talk to your teacher like that! To the principal's office… Now!"

Nevaeh clicked her tongue in annoyance, almost biting one of her two tongue piercing, as Mrs. Long began to follow her down the hallway, making sure that she really went to the principal's office, like she was told to. Mrs. Long was one of the few teachers, who knew how to deal with Nevaeh - you had to be very strict, otherwise she would walk right over you, especially concerning school.

The walk through the hallway, past all the closed classroom doors and student's lockers felt so much longer than usual, especially when you had your English teacher right behind you, breathing down your neck and pushing you forward, until you finally reach the door leading into the principal's office.

She pushed Nevaeh inside the waiting-room, slamming the door close after her.

Nevaeh took a look around the small waiting-room - she knew that she wouldn't be able to sneak out, Mrs. Long knew her way too well and was probably standing outside the door, making sure that she wouldn't just take off like she usually did.

The waiting-room was pretty small, only two chairs next to the door with a glass window and the text 'Principal Crawford' painted on it with the most cheap gold paint possible. On the other side of the room, next to the door she was standing in front of, was a small two person couch. On her right side were a large reservation desk and a young, blonde haired secretary with green eyes, typing in something on her laptop, before she noticed Nevaeh standing at the door.

"Please take a seat," she smiled to her, Nevaeh not giving her any kind of reaction in return: "Principal Crawford is pretty busy right now, so it might take some time before your turn is up."

With a quick glance, Nevaeh scanned through the room again - a blonde girl dressed in tight jeans and light blue tube top, sat on the couch with huge pile of papers in her hands. Probably a member of the school council, Nevaeh thought to herself with a small shrug, before turning toward the chairs. Only one of them were free, the other one had been taken by some guy with light brown, short hair, and a black hat on the top of his head, which really didn't suit his style well. He had a white t-shirt with loose gray west and well fitting, yet not too tight or too loose, dark jeans. He was currently concentrating on playing around with his cell phone, so he didn't notice that Nevaeh had entered the room or that she sat down next to him, very unwillingly though. She carefully kept her eyes on the three other individuals in the small room.

Soon the office's door was pushed open and another guy walked out off the principal's office. He had short, dark brown hair and he was really tall and tanned. He nodded to the girl in blue; she stood up and walked into the office, closing the door after her.

"Well well, isn't it the man himself, Mike Mizanin, going to the principal's office… Again," the tanned boy chuckled, getting the attention of the guy who was sitting next to Nevaeh: "What have you done this time?"

"You're not gonna believe it, Randy," Mike put on a smirk and put his cell phone back into his pocket: "They didn't buy the, 'my dog ate my homework' excuse… And I fell asleep during class… And I accidentally touched Mrs. Walker's booty… And I insulted Mr. Johnson, but hello, the guy's wife truly is a fat bitch? Can you believe that they actually sent me to the principal, I mean, I did almost nothing?"

"No, I can't believe it," the two guys definitely had the same kind of sarcastic humor.

Nevaeh wasn't interested in listening to their conversation any longer, so she dug out her iPod from her bag, plugging the earphones into her ears and let the heavy music of Skillet take over her mind. Closing her eyes and lowering her look to her lap, she ignored everything going on around her - she didn't hear Randy leaving the room or Mike starting to talk to her. The thing that brought her back from the music world, to real life, was a touch on her shoulder. Quickly her head shot up and eyes snapped open, Nevaeh glaring at Mike from between her long bangs. Mike stared directly into her icy blue eyes.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," Mike chuckled, after Nevaeh finally took out her earphones to hear what the idiot had to say to her: "I was just thinking that I haven't seen you around here before. Your first time in the principal's office?" Nevaeh didn't answer, only stared back at Mike who started to babble about things like, who he was and why he was there this time. Nevaeh didn't listen to him at all - her full concentration was on his hat, her thinking about how stupid it actually looked on him.

Mike noticed her looking at his hat, so he took it off with a smirk.

"You like it, don't you?" Nevaeh didn't answer and it made Mike chuckle: "A shy one, eh? I'll tell you what, only a little kiss and it will be yours."

A snort escaped from between Nevaeh's lips. Damn, she had broken the first rule in her book and actually reacted to a question from one of the idiots that others liked to call "fellow students."

"So you want to give the kiss now, 'cause I have plenty of time here?"

"I don't want it, you can keep it," she muttered, starting to activate her iPod again.

"Come on, I saw your look, you want it… A Kiss… Only one kiss, it isn't much, huh?"

"There is no way in hell I'm going to kiss somebody like you. I would more likely kiss the principal's ass."

"What, seriously?"

"Seriously," Nevaeh stated, starting to plug the earphones back into her ears, when Mike snatched the iPod, receiving an angry glare from her.

"I'm telling you, only a kiss and -"

"Oh my god, why don't you just shut up already? I don't want your hat and I'm definitely not going to kiss you for it!" Nevaeh snapped, crossing her arms over her chest and turning her head away the other way.

Mike sat there with her iPod in his lap, giving a little pout towards her, before he looked at the hat in his hand. Slowly, a smirk began to climb his face and he carefully placed it on Nevaeh's head, making the girl turn back towards him with a really annoyed look on her face.

"It suits you perfectly," Mike smirked, looking at her proudly: "I tell you what, you can have the hat now, but you own me a kiss later then," Nevaeh's face fell, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. The idiot was still trying to sell her that stupid hat. Mike actually thought he had her for a moment, but then a different emotion climbed her face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I'm not interested in kissing a motherfucker like you and I fucking hate your fucking hat, you fucking moron!" Mike looked stunned. His eyes widened as Nevaeh first shot up from her seat, then snatched her iPod from his lap and then ripping his hat off from her head, almost slamming it back to his own head: "And by the way, you look ridiculous with that ugly-ass hat!" she yelled, before grabbing her stuff from the floor and storming out off the waiting-room, leaving both Mike and the secretary looking after her, confused, and with huge eyes.

Lucky for Nevaeh, Mrs. Long had been stupid enough to leave.

"One… Two… Three," Emma slowly counted to herself, before opening her eyes as she heard the bell ring through the long hallways of the school building. Most of the doors, on the both sides of the hallway, were pushed open and one by one the students started to flow out from the classrooms - him being one of the first ones. The short, perfect, blond hair, mixed with his killer green eyes and his white button-up t-shirt and dark jeans…

"He looks so handsome," Emma sighed to herself, keeping her eyes locked on the guy as he stopped in front of his locker on the other side of the hall. But there was something different about him, as he stood there with his friend. Somehow the light didn't reflect from his hair the same way it did last week…

"Oh my God, he has changed his trademark hair gel!" Emma gasped, without letting her gaze leave the perfect guy on the other side of the hall: "I have to find out which one he's using now!"

"Hey, earth to Emma," somebody beside her said, trying to get in contact with her. It wasn't an easy task - the brunette had her brown eyes completely locked on the blond and was so lost in him that she couldn't even see or hear anything else, when he was in her mind -which meant almost all the time.

"Emma… Emma? …Emma Violet Copeland!" her friend Tiffany almost screamed into her ear, getting back nothing but a dreamy sigh. Shaking her head, Tiffany turned her friend towards her, forcing her to look at her: "Wake up, Emma. It's not time for your day dreaming."

"But… But his hair…"

"I know it's perfect and the way the light reflects from it makes his eyes sparkle so beautifully and all that crap we have heard like a hundred times before," Tiffany sighed, following Emma's eyes as she watched the blond leaving the hall with few other guys following him into the classroom.

"Girl, you really need to get a grip now. He's just a guy –"

"Jay William Reso is so much more than just a guy!" Emma snapped at Tiffany, who held her hands up in defeat: "He's the vice president of the school council and the star student of his class! The most popular guy in the whole school and he's not even on a football team or all around sporty guy! And yet everybody on the whole school knows him and respects him! He is a guy who now, for unknown reasons, has changed his trademark hair gel and wears two layers of underwear in the winter! And he also -"

"Emma, calm down, I get it," Tiffany sighed, wrapping her arm around her friends shoulder, starting to direct her along the hallway and into the classroom. Sitting her down on a chair, Tiffany sat on her desk, looking down at Emma.

"This is starting to get too weird, you know. Thinking about him is taking all your time and every time that happens, which seems to be all the time these days, you neglect your school work and you fail the classes."

"I know," Emma muttered with a sigh, Tiffany tapped her on the shoulder with a small smile on her lips.

"Don't worry, he's just a high school crush. Now, did you make your half of the Geography essay?"

A slight color of red appeared on Emma's face - she was supposed to write it last night, but then she turned on the radio and it started to play one of the songs she knew Jay liked oh so much. And, well, then she just couldn't stop thinking about him or the song and in the end the essay was left unwritten as she ended up searching and downloading the song from the internet and spent the rest of the night listening to it. "Well, uh, I…"

"I knew you would forget," Tiffany smiled and shook her head, starting to dig a pile of papers out of her bag, handing half of them to Emma: "So this time I prepared and made your part too. But you own me big time for this one."

"Thanks girl," Emma smiled, quickly scanning through the pile of papers, as Tiffany climbed down the desk, ending up getting a hug by Emma, as she suddenly stood up from her place. Jumping a little Tiffany heard her mumbling something like 'thank you' to her, carefully hugging her back - she was used to Emma suddenly doing things like that, she was really unpredictable when it came to endearments.

Slowly, Emma started to fall back into her dream state, as she lifted her look from Tiffany's shoulder, looking to the door, seeing Jay walk past it with a small on his face, while looking inside the classroom, before disappearing again. He was looking for something, maybe looking for her, seeing how she had looked at him all the year long, maybe he finally tried to come and find her to confess that he actually felt the same way as she did…

He would walk to her, their eyes would finally meet before a confession, before a hug. Her hands, they were uncontrollable, she wanted him…

"Whoa there, girl!" Tiffany suddenly screamed, pushing Emma away from her, breaking the hug. Emma snapped out of her trance, looking her friend confused: "You didn't just touch my ass, did you?"

"Uh, no, sorry, I was… Thinking about Jay… Again, you know… Sorry," Emma muttered, her face turning totally red as she quickly sat back down at her seat. A couple of other students around them were laughing and giggling because of them.

"It's alright," Tiffany stated a little embarrassed, taking the seat next to Emma: "Just… Make sure that it doesn't happen again, okay? Geez girl, we really gotta do something about those trances of yours."

Emma just nodded, not really listening to her friend anymore. Her thoughts were back in the moment, back in the hug, them being close to each other and him whispering in her ear…

"That stupid asshole," Nevaeh mumbled to herself as she stormed through the hallway, almost making people jump out of her way, looking scared after her. "Thinking that I want his stupid hat. Bah! What a fucking idiot…"

Directing her steps toward the front door in order to get out from the building, Nevaeh continued to mumble and curse Mike's stupidity and his stupid hat to herself. Unfortunately she was so concentrated on cursing Mike down to hell that she didn't see or hear a familiar small, old English teacher stopping her and asking what she had talked with the principal.

"That stupid motherfucker can go fuck himself," Nevaeh spat before finally spotting the small, elderly woman standing in front of her, her eyes widening as Nevaeh's words reached her ears. They stared at each other for a while, before Mrs. Long took a quick look on her wristwatch - her forehead scrunching gravely.

"Young lady, you didn't just ran off from the principal's office again, did you?" she asked, sending a glare up to the young girl, who ignored her, continuing to mumble something about Mike to herself and spin a small coil of her hair around her finger.

"That's it, I'm going to call your parents!" the grey haired woman spat.

"Thank you Mrs. Thong! I would love them to pick me up from school, I'm getting tired of taking the bus… Oh, and would you ask them to bring one of those new burgers McDonalds is offering with them? I'm starving!" Nevaeh said with a cocky smile planted on her face. Mrs. Long's face turned strawberry red, Nevaeh was sure that you could fry an egg on her forehead.

"Principal's office, NOW!" she shouted and grabbed Nevaeh hard by the arm

Unwillingly Nevaeh took a seat across the table, avoiding eye contact with the man sitting on the other side, currently signing some papers. He was around his middle age by now, but he really looked younger than that - unlike the other teachers in the school, the principal had short light brown hair and very hip looking small glasses. He had probably shaved this morning since there was no sign left from the small scrubby beard that Nevaeh remembered seeing last time she was inside the office.

Suddenly the principal lifted his eyes from the papers, his brown eyes meeting Nevaeh's icy look which the girl quickly turned away - he was definitely one of the people she didn't want to look in the eyes.

"Well, Miss Taylor, it's nice to see you here again," he smiled, pushing the pile of papers away, crossing his arms and leaning against the table. She pulled a bit back on her seat, her mouth twisting into an unwilling wince. Chuckling, the principal pulled back and straightened his back before cocking his head a bit and forming a worried look on his face.

"I'm really worried about your grades," he started, opening a drawer on his desk, scanning it through for a while, before picking up couple of papers, spreading them to the table. Taking a quick look toward them, Nevaeh saw her name written on them and long line with burning red F's everywhere. "Recently you haven't been passing classes… At all. You have few classes that you have passed in the beginning of the year, but all of them you passed with an D. Your excuses?"

Nevaeh rolled her eyes with small snort. She wasn't interested in this stupid place, she wasn't interested in her grades. Sighing, the principal collected the papers back into his hands, giving Nevaeh a significant look. "You should get a grip of yourself, miss. Or else I'm afraid that I have to kick you out of the school or something like that."

"Like I care?"

"I knew you would say something like that. I'm afraid that you have to care."

"Why should I? If you don't think I suit this place, you can just throw me out whenever you want."

"Well you would like that, wouldn't you? But I'm afraid that I can't do that, this is just your first year so you have plenty of time to improve yourself the next year or two."

"…That's the only option you are giving me?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Although, there is something else -"

Without letting the principal finish, Nevaeh stood up from her chair, grabbing her bag from the floor and directed her steps to the door. Hearing the principal sighing behind her, she looked at him over her shoulder, seeing the begging look on his eyes.

"Nevaeh, come back and sit down."

"Make me," Nevaeh stated, pulling the door open and disappearing to the hallway.

It would be the prom night. She would be wearing the most expensive dress she could find in any clothing store in the city. She would have saved all her money from the past few years, just to be able to buy that dress and wear it one night… But it was definitely worth it. She was the only girl he was staring at the whole evening. She was the only girl people were staring at.

As they walked to the middle of the gym's floor, the spotlights turned toward them and the first slow song started to play. Nobody else was dancing, they were the only couple on the dance floor, him holding her close and she could smell the peppermint scent coming from his tuxedo…

And his voice, speaking those words into her ear… How beautiful she looked, how he had always looked at her, wishing to get to know her, how -

"Miss Copeland, are you paying any attention to the class?" the teacher suddenly screamed, slamming her hands against Emma's desk. Her head shot up immediately, her widening eyes meeting the angry glare of their geography teacher. "Could you please pay attention and answer the question I just asked?"

"Uuh…" Emma muttered biting her lip, her eyes quickly traveling to Tiffany who was sitting next to her, but her look couldn't tell her anything she needed to know about the question or the answer. "Um, seven?"

"Miss Copeland, this is geography class, not math," the teacher groaned, slamming her hands once again against the desk, making Emma jump a bit as a few other kids in the class laughed at her: "I'm warning you, start paying attention to the class or you are out of here."

"Y-yes Miss Brooks," she stammered, the teacher finally turning away from her and walked back to the chalkboard, starting to draw more lines on it while explaining something very complicated about moraines or something like that.

Tiffany leaned closer to Emma, giving her a cheerful smile: "Don't worry, it's not that bad. Brooks is having a really bad day, so it's not your fault -"

"If Miss Terrell could also follow the class, I would be very pleased," the teacher called from the front of the class, making Tiffany's head automatically turn toward the chalkboard as she pulled away from Emma, back to her own desk.

Emma stared the chalkboard, bored, not understanding anything that was written on it. So many complicated words that didn't mean anything to her, that didn't ring any kind of bell in her head. Only if Jay could be there, telling her what everything meant… Then she would understand everything.

But without him, there was no way she could understand. Sighing, she opened her notebook and picked up her pencil, continuing to color some old hearts she had drawn in the corner of one of the pages before starting to write down the name Jay Reso over and over again inside the hearts.

He would sit there next to her, explaining everything to her, making her understand what… Moraine meant. Everything. He would even help her with homework, they would become so close that way - eventually he would end up thinking about her all the time, calling her even if they didn't have any homework to discuss with… And then, one night after the homework was done, the magical hour… Only the two of them, empty living room filled only with candles, him holding her close and -

"Miss Copeland, what did I just tell you about following the class?" Miss Brooks suddenly screamed, making Emma jump up her seat so quickly that it fell from under her and she fell with it to the floor. Other students started to laugh around her, while Tiffany kept looking down to her as she stumbled up from the floor: "Please gather your things and get out of my class!"

Hanging her head down in shame, Emma started to collect her books, notebooks and other things back into her bag. The teacher walked back to the chalkboard, continuing the class.

"You don't have to wait for me outside," Tiffany whispered, handing Emma her last pencil, before the girl pulled her bag on her shoulder, giving a small nod to her friend: "Gail should have a free period right now, go find her. I see you at the match later, okay?"

Sending Tiffany another nod, Emma directed her steps to the door, only to be stopped by a blonde girl, sitting on the edge of the second row, nearby the door. She looked up to her with vicious smirk placed on her lips, blue eyes shining and matching her tight jeans and blue tube top. Emma remembered her being a member of the school council, Michelle McCool.

"Nicely done, Copeland," she smirked to Emma, sending her a grin: "I'm really sure that getting thrown out from the classes is going to make a great impression on Jay."

As Emma's face turned into a burning red, she stormed out from class, slamming the door close. Michelle, and few other girls surrounding her, giggling after her as Miss Brooks turned once again away from the chalkboard, looking toward the door shaking her head and mumbling to herself, "Does that girl ever learn." while Tiffany kept glaring toward the group of giggling girls.

A/N: LoveToTheCucumber: Finally we got it started! The first chapter was pretty long and it could have been longer, but we split it up, so you wouldn't get tired of it, before it's even started xD! I'm writing the next chapter, so be ready! I'm so excited about co-working this with Pixiella... Hopefully you'll read, review, fave and alert :D! Hope to see you all again, byebye for now :D

Pixiella: Ahhahahaa, I don't know why but I still found this chapter so amusing. There is something in it, I don't know what it is, buuuut yeah. I think it's the first Nevaeh/Mike/scene, and the hat.. I actually originally came up with the lines and the whole 'selling the hat thing for a kiss' while hanging out, spending time and writing in a library. XD

Writing about these girls makes me hyperactive. Anybody knows why?

Okay. Please read and review the chapter, let us know what you think and stay tuned for the next chapter. Until we meet again, love and peace out~ o/ :D