Hi there and welcome to my fourth ever rasslin fanfiction! I've wanted to get this fic posted for a long time but I didn't think writing four stories at the same would be such a good idea…Anyway, enjoy yet another supernatural high school fic in the wrestling section with blood sucking vampires and plenty of sexy time!

Rating: M

Pairings: (main pair) Cena/Randy. (sub pairings) CMPunk/Undertaker, Ted/Cody, Edge/Christian and quite a few others.

Warnings: Slash, violence, vampirism, dark themes and Man sex.

Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE or any of its sexy wrestlers! No way am I intending this fic going to be derogatory to them in any way! ^^

One last thing, this fic isn't beta read so please forgive me for any mistakes!

Rose Thorrn High

Chapter 1

Finally, it was my first day of my third year at high school. Well, not exactly my first day of school, we were actually nearly half way through the school year…I had quite a few problems with my parents you see. Because they were so indecisive when it came to picking the perfect high school, I had to miss half the school year because most high schools were apparently 'not good enough for me'. Well that was what my parents said, but I know exactly why they wouldn't let me go to a normal high school. It was actually because they were extremely over protective over me and not to mention they were really strict. They didn't want me to go to any high school because they always wanted what was best for me but unfortunately, their over protective nature was constantly something that weighed me down in life. I had to jump from high school to high school during the course of my years at that stage because of them. They were so damn picky that when they found one tiny flaw in a school's system, they would immediately reject it…

But here I was, standing outside a school that apparently was 'good enough' for me which was a surprise. It went by the name 'Rose Thorrn High'. It was a strange name because of the fact that it had an extra 'R' on the word 'Thorn' which I had no idea why. It certainly didn't look like the best school in the world but it looked decent enough, except that I couldn't help but think that it looked like Hogwarts or something…I didn't know why but maybe it was because of the maroon coloured bricks that covered it or the fact that gargoyles sat on the roof, or maybe it was because of that large, strange looking fountain in the centre of the court yard. The school looked absolutely huge for a high school, I was surprised that it wasn't a boarding school… I also noticed that hardly any one was outside. The weather wasn't that bad, the sun was shining and only a few clouds lingered on the sky and it wasn't too cold.

There was also something else the school had that most high schools didn't have in America. That was school uniform. Yes, school uniform in high school. The dress code was pretty fancy though, I had to wear a black, long blazer which reached down half way through my black pant clad thighs with a white shirt and red tie. The blazer wasn't plain though, it was decorated with white lines that went in random directions and the buttons were in the shape of roses. The school badge showed on the breast pocket and on the badge was a red rose with two capital 'R's underneath it. That was the uniform for the boys in the school and since I didn't see any girls yet, I had no idea what the girls' dress code was.

I swung my back pack over my shoulder and strolled towards the large, rusty double doors of the building and went inside. I sighed in relief when I found everyone was inside, all huddled close together in the large, decorated corridors. The inside of the school looked even creepier than the outside… More gargoyles and dragon shaped statues lined the corridor and that was when I noticed that there were two dragon statues on each side of the double doors I came from. The inside didn't look any different from the outside though, the walls of the corridors were smooth and also a dark maroon colour. The floors were a shiny grey and were shiny enough for me to see my reflection. The walls were really far apart, making the corridor very wide and long but I could see on the other side of it were more dragon statues…Yep, the place looked very fancy indeed…

When I looked at the students, I couldn't help but analyse them. Some were alone, some hung out in large groups while others hung out in pairs. It was strange because the ones that were alone looked very ominous looking and it didn't surprise me why they were alone, they didn't look very appealing to be honest. The kids that hung out in large groups were obviously the cool kids because they were the pretty looking ones. Their beauty was intriguing and I noticed the looks most people gave them, obviously indicating that they admired them. The kids that hung out in pairs just looked ordinary to me, I think it was because they were only best friends or lovers, I didn't know for sure.

As soon as I walked in, every student just seemed to stop what they were doing and just stared at me in awe. The entire corridor went quiet as they gawked at me, some of their eyes were wide while others were looking at me in either suspicion or with interest. Most of them were looking at me in interest though and it made me feel incredibly uncomfortable. I wasn't much of a shy person but I hated when people gave me those looks, sure I knew I was handsome but the stares they gave me were…lusty.

I tried to ignore all the stares that were being thrown at me as I brushed past them and kept my blue eyes cast downwards towards the shiny grey ground. I felt my heart pound in my chest as I walked and could almost feel the students' eyes piercing holes into my back. The silence was killing me and the awkwardness of it all made me want to just sprint out the door. I walked past one of the large groups and heard a faint snicker come from one of the students followed by many others, I tried to ignore them but deep down I felt disturbed…

"John Cena?" A low, gruffly voice echoed from the other end of the corridor. Everyone in the room including me turned towards the sound of the voice only to find a tall, muscular man standing there. He sure looked intimidating, his hair was long and dirty blond and ended just past his shoulders, his forehead seemed wrinkled as he stared at me, a small frown on his face. I slowly approached him, before tilting my head up to meet his gaze. The kids in the corridor were still staring at me but I felt relieved when they were slowly starting to turn their attention back to what they were doing.

"Y-yes?" I stuttered as I looked into the man's eyes. Even though they appeared shadowed by his thick eye brows I could still make out that they were a light blue colour.

"My name is Mr Helmsley, I am your maths teacher and the principal's assistant. Welcome to Rose Thorrn high, we've been expecting you." He answered, his expression not changing, but for some reason he appeared to be amused by me. If he was one of my my teachers, I could tell that all the other teachers in this school were going to be as scary as him, not to mention the students were already starting to creep me out.

I didn't get a chance to see the principal which for some reason, didn't bother me much but Mr Helmsley did assign me to my classes for the year and gave me my class schedule. I sat in the classroom of my first lesson which was English Language. I didn't think it was possible but when the teacher introduced me to my class mates at the beginning it felt even more awkward than when I first stumbled in here. When I stood in front of them I was so close to hyperventilating, the way they just stared at me felt so scary, I didn't know why but their expressions appeared hungry and fascinated…What the fuck was up with these people?

I sat at my desk and watched as the teacher spoke, she seemed like the only reasonable teacher I could find today. Her name was Mrs McMahon and apparently she was the principal's daughter but she seemed friendly enough, in fact I felt that she was the only normal person here. Unfortunately the desk I sat at was in the middle of the class so I felt my classmates staring at me from both the front and the back. I had to admit, some of the kids there did look pretty but some of them looked downright scary. One of them just wouldn't stop staring at me, in fact he sat beside me. His hair was dirty blond and was styled in a really strange looking flick that resembled some sort of faux hawk, his eyes were a bright blue colour and his skin tone was in between tanned and pale. He probably creeped me out the most out of everyone in the room because he kept giving me suggestive looks like wiggling his eye brows and showing off his straight white teeth. There was something strange about his teeth, for some reason his canines appeared sharper than ordinary canines and the shape of his pupils changed shape for a second, almost resembling the slit shape of a cat. I tried paying more attention to the teacher before me than to him but it was no use, his stare made me feel really uncomfortable…

"Michael!" The teacher boomed all of a sudden, making every one sit up, I quickly sat up straight, almost jumping out of my skin. Damn…Mrs McMahon sure was loud.

"Pay attention! If I look at your work and see that you again have only written one line I swear to God I'll bite your head off and send it to your parents through the post!" She yelled so loud, I felt as if my ears were gonna get blown off. The boy that went by the name 'Michael' quickly turned away from me and focused his eyes back on the teacher, thank God, his stares almost made me piss my pants right then and there. I watched as the teacher carried on talking again and I crossed my arms and leant on the desk in front of me, resting my head on them. The teacher kept rabbiting on about the most boring stuff and I felt as if I was going to fall asleep. I wasn't very fond of English class and never have been because I felt as if I didn't need it. What was the point in it? I already spoke English and I wasn't at all interested in writing stories or reading, I was more interested in active things like sports and wrestling.

"Pssst, hey, new kid." A small voice came from beside me, I turned towards Mike, thinking that it was him but he was looking under his desk doing…God knows what so I turned to the other side to see a black haired boy looking towards me. He looked smaller than the rest of the class whom appeared inhumanly tall, he was normal looking and a pair of glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. He was smiling towards me and it wasn't like those weird ass smiles Mike gave me, his smile was more genuine.

"You look like you could do with someone to talk to." He whispered, his brown eyes darting from the teacher to me and then back again.

"Well of course, but we can't talk right now, we're in the middle of class." I answered, trying to avoid his gaze. He sighed and shook his head before smirking in my direction again.

"Of course. We'll talk after class." He said and he turned back towards the teacher, looking almost as bored as me.

The bell finally rang and the weirdoes in the class all rushed outside, I stumbled out of the class getting more stares than ever. I was slowly getting used to it because I had been stared the shit out of throughout English class and I just learned to ignore them. Some of the students threw wolf whistles at my direction too and I couldn't help but blush madly. I waited outside the door for the black haired boy I met earlier. I felt as if he could be someone I could trust and I certainly needed someone to talk to.

"My name's Evan, Evan Bourne. I already know your name, the teacher told us." He told me, giving me a friendly smile.

"Oh yeah you already know…" I replied. I felt a lot better with someone beside me. I still got a hell of a lot of stares but with someone, I could suck it up more.

"Sure, it's break time now, what do you want to do?" He asked, lifting his glasses up so they sat properly on his nose.

"I need to get back to my locker, I left something there that I might need later on." I replied and then we made our way towards the lockers.

We walked past a butt load of students all giving us weird stares but thankfully Evan was the one to introduce me to some of them. He pointed towards one of the large groups that I have been keeping my eye on because they were impossibly beautiful.

"That over there is Chris Jericho, the smartest boy in our year." He said, pointing at a rather handsome boy with bright blond hair. "Those two dark haired girls are the Bella Twins," Evan explained, pointing at two rather pretty girls that looked completely identical. "And that's Dave Batista," This time he pointed at an inhumanly large kid with a closely shaved head and 'mafia' like goatee. "These kids are the most feared kids in our school. Everyone respects them because they're intimidating, especially Dave, I heard he sent a kid to hospital once because they insulted his mom."

I swallowed thickly as he said that, I noticed that those kids were scary beautifully scary and this freaked me out. They stared at me the most when I walked in here, I didn't know why, sure they were the cool kids in school but why were they staring at me for? I opened my locker to grab the things I needed to put in my back pack while Evan introduced me to the rest of the kids, I didn't know but I heard the names Cody Rhodes, Ted DiBiase, Jack Swagger and others being introduced but as I listened to Evan rabbit on about Cody and Ted being boyfriends and it was then when I noticed a truly stunning kid make his way down the corridor…

I felt my breath hitch in my chest as I stared at him. I thought that the group I saw earlier was beautiful but this kid was truly just eye candy. His face was stunning, it was a smooth tan colour and his dark brown hair was cut short and slightly gelled but long enough for him to thread his fingers through it. He was dressed in the black and red uniform just like me except that his blazer was unbuttoned and his long, loosened tie hung out of it. His black pants were on a little tighter than mine making them hug his toned thighs and cling to his ass nicely. He was truly beautiful and his most striking feature was his eyes: They were such a pale blue that were almost icy and as I stared at them I could feel my heart pound in my chest like a confined animal.

He slowly approached the group Evan introduced to me, his hips swaying back and forth as he walked. I didn't notice I was staring at him with my mouth a gape until Evan called my name and waved his hand in front of my face.

"John? Yoo hoo John are you still on earth?" He chuckled and I snapped out of my trance. I tore my eyes away from the hot kid and looked back at Evan, seeing him laughing at me slightly.

"Y-yeah I'm still here." I answered, feeling really stupid.

"You looked like you were in some kind of trance." Evan giggled.

"Oh sorry…who's that kid?" I asked, pointing at the dazzling student.

"Oh that's Randy Orton, he's one of them." Evan replied, frowning slightly.

"What's wrong?" I asked, noticing the scowl on his face.

"Oh nothing, it's just that I'm not very fond of Randy, he's just overly popular."

"You don't like him because he's too popular?" I asked, now that was a silly excuse. How could you not like the guy? He was totally hot! I watched as he stood beside the cool kids, leaning against one of the dark lockers with his muscled arms crossed in front his chest. His icy eyes flicked towards me for a second and I blushed so badly. However, I couldn't help but notice his eyes changing colour for a split second, but I tried to ignore it.

"It's not just that, I just…I don't know, I just don't like him. I don't really like the kids he hangs out with." Evan answered sadly.

"Really? They seem nice though." I said, turning back to my locker and then shutting the door closed. I yelped in surprise when I saw the guy from earlier, Michael, suddenly appear from behind the locker as I closed it. I stumbled backwards, almost losing my footing. He grinned towards me, a grin almost resembling one of the Cheshire Cat and it was again when I saw his sharp canines protrude from his upper lip. I placed a hand on my chest, trying to catch my breath and I frowned in his direction, trying to give him the most intimidating look I had but his expression remained the same.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack?" I hollered. He only chuckled and that pissed me off even more. At the corner of my eye I could see Randy staring at me, making my pulse quicken, he was staring so intensely at me that I felt like I was gonna burst into flames.

"Sorry new kid, I didn't mean to scare you." Michael said in a mocking tone. He placed a hand on the locker beside mine and leant against it, placing the other hand on his hip in a suggestive pose.

"If you think that popping out from behind someone's locker door is not going to scare someone then you're head is seriously fucked up." I growled. He looked so annoying, just staring at his face made me grind my teeth in frustration.

"That shows that you're obviously new here kiddo. If you stayed here for a while longer then you would have gotten used to things like that." Mike answered.

"Well do I look like a freak to you? I'm probably the only one here that isn't!" I yelled a little too loud then because everyone in the corridor all stopped to stare at me for the second time that day and they all fell silent. I fell silent after that and blushed, heck, even the hot guy Randy was staring at me in awe. Damn, I knew I shouldn't have said something like that. Mike just chuckled so loudly… and was it just me or did his eyes glow red for a moment?

"Freak or not Johnny, you sure are interesting." Mike said before turning his back on me and walking off, he called one more time before disappearing down the corridor, "Oh and one more thing, call me Miz, everyone else does so I suggest you do too."

I watched as he turned a corner and vanished. Everyone, including Randy and Evan were still gawking at me with confused and some angry expressions. The huge bulky kid who Evan introduced to me as 'Dave Batista' looked the angriest, his face was scrunched in a furious scowl and his veins bulged through his neck. Randy was staring at me in interest because I could see a small smile stretch across his handsome face. He didn't once take his eyes off me since Miz approached me and this made butterflies flutter in my stomach. Evan gave me a sad expression as he stared up at me in disbelief and this made me feel bad…

"Look I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to hurt anyone's feelings." I apologized. I was looking towards Evan but my words were more directed at the kids in the corridor who were gazing at me.

"That's alright." Evan said happily. "I don't blame you, Miz is a handful."

"What's up with that guy?" I screeched. I noticed that all the kids went back to their own thing and carried on walking down the corridor. The cool group were talking amongst themselves while still occasionally shooting glances my way. Orton was still staring at me, his arms were still crossed at his chest as his icy eyes gawked at me in interest. I tried to ignore him but I just couldn't, especially when our eyes met for an instant…

"Oh well, Miz…he's uh…the school's whore." Evan said, rolling his eyes.

"Whore?" I said a little too loudly, causing the cool kids to glance at me yet again.

"Uh huh, he fucks any one he could get his hands on. Every month we see him with a new boyfriend and even when he has a boyfriend he's fucking someone else behind their back." Evan explained. I just gawked at him, utterly dumbfounded. Sure I knew of a few whores in other high schools I've attended but never have I heard of someone like that. Gosh, no wonder he was giving me those looks back in English class; I was probably his next victim.

"Well, now that I know what he is I'm sure not falling for it." I said angrily. I looked back at Randy to see that he finally turned his icy eyes away from me and was talking to Dave. I didn't know whether to feel disappointed because he turned away or feel glad that he's not staring at me with those piercing eyes.

"Yeah, now come on, class is going to start soon." Evan said, before making his way down the corridor.

"Alright…" I said before making my way to my next lesson.

Here I was, in the last lesson of the day…Math class. Mr Helmsley told me earlier that he was my math teacher and creepily enough, he was standing in front of me in front of the black board, holding a piece of chalk in hand and writing all sorts of equations on it. This time, I was sitting on the table of the very first row meaning I was the closest to the teacher. Mr Helmsley seemed a lot more formal when he was teaching, but he still looked intimidating as his bulky fame wrote at the board.

Math class sure was boring, we were barely fifteen minutes in and I was already bored out of my mind. Mr Helmsley was a pretty fast teacher and I found it pretty hard to keep up. He did, however, ask an occasional question but luckily he didn't ask me anything…yet. The kid that I made friends with, Evan was not in the same math class as me unfortunately so I was once again stuck with the weirdoes that I didn't know very well. I could hear the students behind me snickering at something, meaning not all of them were paying attention to the teacher. This annoyed me a little bit because I could hear someone behind me whistling at me. It wasn't Miz this time, because he wasn't in my class and the kids here were people Evan didn't introduce to me. I turned towards the whistling sound, still wondering how Mr Helmsley could not hear it. I was met with a decent looking kid who looked pretty emo, or was it punk? I couldn't really tell. He had black long hair and quite a bit of facial hair, bordering between a beard and stubble. He had a very visible piercing on his bottom lip and if I looked close enough, his eye colour consisted of an olive green. He was a scruffy looking kid, his red tie short and loose with his shirt tucked out rebelliously. He grinned at me, showing a row of straight white teeth…oh great, another weirdo who wouldn't stop staring at me. As I turned towards him, he whistled again and winked at me, causing me to blush and quickly turn away…What was with these people?

I was startled by the sound of the door snapping open and all the kids, including me, turned towards it. I was shocked at the sight…

It was Randy Orton.

He was in my math class? Why was he so late? As I sat in the class for at least fifteen minutes I noticed that those cool kids Evan showed me were not in my class making me think that Randy wasn't in this class either.

Randy's expression was pretty calm for someone who had arrived a quarter into the lesson. Mr Helmsley just stared at him for a moment before turning back to the board and the whole class went silent. I decided to keep my mouth shut but somehow my eyes landed on Randy's tall slim body. I could feel my heart pace quicken. He didn't even glance around the room but as he walked into the class room, closing the door behind him, his pale eyes landed on mine for a split second. I felt my breath hitch in my throat and my cheeks burned so I quickly lowered my gaze, resting my eyes on my table. I saw Randy coming towards my table from the corner of my eye and he silently took the seat next to me, placing his math book on the table and throwing his backpack under his seat. I didn't think it was possible but my pulse quickened even more, this was closest I've ever been to Randy today and he looked even hotter up close. I took a quick glance at him from the corner of my eye and I could see the details of his face. His tan skin looked smooth and silky and not a single blemish could be seen. His eyes looked even prettier up close and I found it hard to pull my gaze away from him.

Then his eyes shifted to meet mine.

He was staring at me from the corner of his eye as well and I quickly shifted my attention to Mr Helmsley, who was now looking at me. I straightened myself up under his gaze, trying to look like I was paying attention but he noticed I wasn't.

"Cena! Pay attention, you joined this semester late so I suggest you take in all this information because you're going to need this." He growled. I didn't say anything, I kept my mouth shut and nodded but I could hear the kids behind me snickering. Randy didn't say anything, he just looked at me with a curious expression before turning back to his table and opening his book, writing down some notes. I sighed in frustration and tried so hard to pay attention to the teacher's lesson, but I was already lost and I had no idea what he was talking about. I leant forward on my chair, resting my head in my arms as Mr Helmsley continued to go on about algebra and all the numeracy shit.

I suddenly felt something touch the back of my head. My head snapped up and I found a small bit of scrunched up paper beside me. Growling in frustration I picked it up before turning to the direction in which the ball of paper came from. My eyes landed on the olive gaze of the black haired kid behind me and I saw him smirking. Sighing, I opened the piece of paper to see that the kid wrote something inside.

'You're cute. I'm CM Punk, what's your name?' the note said. I rolled my eyes. Didn't Mr Helmsley introduce me to the class at the beginning? It was either he wasn't paying attention or he was just toying with me. Grabbing a pen from beside me open math book, I wrote at the back of the paper:

'Don't you already know my name?'

It took a while for the kid known as 'CM Punk' to reply but when he did, Mr Helmsley paused and turned to me for a moment with a scowl on his face before turning back to the board. I picked up the note CM Punk threw at me and opened it, this time it read:

'I don't know your name, besides, you needed to know mine…'

I threw another note back at him.

'Why do I need to know yours?'

Then he replied with another.

'Because I like you.'

I snickered at that.

'Well I don't like you.'

I heard a slam of two hands in front of me which suddenly pulled my attention forward.

"CENA! I said pay attention! You haven't been paying attention all lesson! Detention for you, I will go through all of this with you after class." Mr Helmsley bellowed.

What? Detention for me on my first day? You've got to be kidding me! I scowled towards CM Punk but this time he wasn't smiling, or giving me those weird ass smirks.

"You can join him Phillip Brooks, I see you've been taking part in Cena's little games." Helmsley added. This time it was my turn to smirk. I turned towards Punk and gave him a smug smile which was my way of teasing. He looked even more shocked to be in detention than me and he looked down at his table and I could make out his fists clenching underneath it. Randy just stared at me again and this time his gaze annoyed me, I wasn't in the mood anymore and as hot as Randy was, I was sick of people staring at me…

The bell finally went and the students started to pack their bags and leave the room. Mr Helmsley ordered me and CM Punk to stay behind so I stayed glued to my seat. Randy was the last one to pack his bag, he quietly stuffed all his pens in it and picked up his book and hugging it to his chest. I watched him walk towards the doorway, taking note of the sway of his tantalizing hips and when he closed the door behind him, I noticed before that he turned towards me and met my gaze for the last time before turning his back on me and disappearing down the dark corridor.

When the door shut, Helmsley turned his attention to both me and CM Punk, the wrinkles on his forehead creasing in an angry scowl.

"Now," He started walking towards me and slamming a huge book in front of me. "I want you to copy all the notes in this book and I don't want you to miss a single number, if you do I'll make you start all over again, understand? You're not leaving until you copy at least ten pages."

"Ten pages?" I exclaimed, looking down at the thousands of letters and numbers in the pages of the book.

"Yes, ten pages, if you have a problem with that we can always make that twenty pages." He said smugly.

"No, ten pages is fine." I muttered quickly before grabbing my pen and getting on with the work. I heard Helmsley tell the same thing to CM Punk behind me and he walked back to his desk before sitting down and writing God knows what into a note pad. I blew out a breath of frustration as I wrote in my note book, taking note of all the equations in the text book in front of me. CM Punk had stopped whistling at me which was a relief but I had no idea how long I would be at this school writing things that I didn't even understand.

I sat in class for about three hours and when I looked at the clock at the front of the room, I noticed that it was seven o' clock. It was shocking, it was getting pretty dark outside and I was worried about what my parents were going to say when I got home. If Mr Helmsley caught me using my phone, he would have surely confiscated it so I didn't bother to text my mom. Helmsley was still sitting at his desk, still jotting down notes in his note pad. After finishing my last equation, I dropped my pen down beside my book and shut it loudly, getting the teacher's attention as I wanted. He pulled his head up and looked at me, raising an eye brow in question.

"I'm finished!" I yelled. I pulled my backpack from under my table and started packing my stuff. Helmsley stood up from his desk at the front and walked over to me.

"Let me see." He muttered. He reached down and grabbed my book which was now filled up with random equations. He flipped it open and let his eyes scan the pages, the angry scowl still plastered onto his face. He gave a slight nod before handing the book back to me.

"Good Cena. You are free to go, and next time, I want you to pay attention, you joined late so you need to pay attention the most understand?" He raised his voice a little on the last word and I forced a nod.

"Yes Sir." I replied. I looked back at CM Punk finding that he was still copying equations. He glanced up at me as I stood up from my seat and for some reason his face didn't look…normal. His eye colour was different, it was somewhat…brighter. Freaked out, I sprinted out the door and ran down the darkened corridors, the lights didn't seem like they were on because most high schools weren't open at this time. I ran past a few of those freaky statues and they only made me feel even more uneasy as I ran, I didn't know exactly where I was going but I was hoping that I would make it to the exit of the school. It was my first day and I already disliked the place. The students and teachers freaked me out and even the place itself was freaky. I could tell just by looking at it from the outside that it was no ordinary school…yes, that's what my senses were telling me:

This wasn't an ordinary school.

I was relieved when I made it out into the school's courtyard where the cold wind hit my face. By the time I got out it was pretty dark outside and the full moon was shining overhead, giving the school a sinister look. I slung my backpack over my shoulder once more before slowing down my pace from a full on sprint to a speed walk. I turned my head back to the school's huge double doors, thinking that someone was going to come out of them but thankfully no one did…

Sighing out loud, I slowed down my walk and went out of the courtyard through the school's large black gate. The path lead me towards a road that was surrounded by a thick forest. My home was pretty far from the school but I couldn't get the bus home because the school bus already left at normal time which meant I had to walk home. It would take me quite a while but it was either that or pay for a taxi.

When I turned my head away from the school on the way out I was suddenly met with a familiar pair of eyes.

They were the eyes of CM Punk.

He startled me at first, not only did I not expect him to be out here but I was sent nearly crashing into him. Besides, I left the school way before him, how the hell did he catch up to me so fast?

"What the? What are you doing here CM Punk?" I yelled, I didn't have time for this right now, I was tired and I just wanted to go home.

"You think you can get me into detention and get away with it?" He replied, his voice just as bitter as my own. I was slightly taken aback by his tone of voice, it was leaking with acid.

"Um, if I recall correctly, it was you who got us both into detention, so don't just blame it on me when you clearly started it," I growled before walking around him and carrying on down the road but surprisingly enough, he was in front of me again...This was really creepy, it was almost as if he teleported in front of me.

"I just wanted to get to know you better, you're the one who was being an ass hole." CM Punk said. He still sounded pissed off. He seriously had no reason to be, he brought this upon himself and it looked like he didn't want to blame himself, typical. I opened my mouth to counter what he said.

"Well maybe if you wanted to get to know me you would have asked like normal people. You just gave me bad vibes now because you kept whistling and passing notes to me!"

"So you're just declining my invitation to be friends?" Punk asked, now sounding a little desperate.

"Hmm, let me think…yes." I said bluntly before walking around him again. This time he didn't suddenly appear in front of me again so I carried on walking.

"Well, your life is now going to become a living hell…" Punk said quietly, his voice dropping into a more dark and sinister tone. The combination of the sound of his voice and the eeriness of what he said made me turn to him with one eyebrow raised. I suddenly felt my blood run cold…

CM Punk's eyes were now glowing a bright yellow and his pupils constricted into a thin slit, resembling one of a cat. I gasped and took a step back, but after that I felt frozen, the penetrating glare of his glowing yellow eyes made me freeze in my tracks. Then his appearance started to change. With a grunt of pain, he crouched down slightly, a pair of fangs erupting from his mouth. The rest of his teeth followed, they sharpened to form a row of dangerous pearly whites and his entire face started to change shape as well. His face bulged out, making it appear elongated like a dog.

Then the sound of ripping flesh sounded.

Black, long fur grew out of his skin, his black school uniform tore into shreds, he grew taller, bigger, his muscle mass increasing and then I was staring into the yellow eyes of a growling beast.

It wasn't just any beast…it was a werewolf.

CM Punk just transformed into a werewolf.

I knew there was something up with him, I knew there was something up with this school. CM Punk was a monster! Maybe the other students were monsters too!

At first I didn't believe my eyes. CM Punk transforming into a werewolf just looked like something out of a horror movie. The sound of him screaming in pain, the sight of his build going from small to large, it was just unreal. It made me wonder whether I was dreaming or not, the day just felt too strange and…different.

But it was then when I realized that despite how unreal the situation seemed, I could still feel the animal's hot breath on me when it approached me so I had no choice but to run.

I ran as fast as I could, letting the adrenaline that was fuelled by my fear carry me as fast as my feet could take me. I clumsily ran into the forest and as I ran, I could hear the growls of the beast behind me and it was quickly approaching me. I looked behind myself and through the thick darkness I could make out the werewolf sprinting towards me. He ran on his fours and because it was so dark his glowing yellow eyes were just bright dots on his head, making the creature appear more sinister. I could hear him growling and gurgling as he ran, his intentions were clear…

He wanted to hurt me very badly.

I was starting to get out of breath but I knew I couldn't stop running because if I did I would be eaten for sure. My heart was pounding so loudly in my chest and my breath came out in laboured gasps. I never knew that after watching loads of horror films, I would be in the character's situation, getting chased by some rabid beast under a full moon. It was so scary and I knew that I slowed down even a tiny bit, CM Punk would have me for dinner.

It was then when I tripped on my own feet.

I fell to the ground with a thud, my cheek being the first thing to hit the ground. I let out a cry of surprise and pain and quickly turned my body around, ready to stand back up but CM Punk got to me first. With a loud growl, he bounced off a tree and pounced on me, pinning me to the ground. I gasped in fear as I immediately felt the werewolf's weight rest on my body and his frontal claws digging into my chest. He stared at me with hungry yellow eyes, saliva dripping from his mouth as he bared his sharp teeth.

It was over, I was going to die.

I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the wolf to rip me to shreds but he didn't…Instead of the agonizing pain of my body being ripped apart, I felt a gust of wind in front of me. I didn't bother to open my eyes as I heard a howl of pain followed by a stabbing sound. I had no idea what was going on in front me but all I could hear was the sound of hissing and growling, the hissing sounded similar to a snake, while I knew the growling came from CM Punk again. And then, with a final gust of wind, I heard the werewolf's footsteps now slowly fading away, probably meaning he was running the opposite direction…Someone or something had saved me…

I slowly opened my eyes and couldn't help but gasp at the sight before me.

It was Randy Orton.

He looked scruffier and dishevelled than normal but he still looked hot, especially under the silver moon light. His hair was all over the place, his uniform was all dirty and dotted with mud. He was licking some unknown substance from his fingers, I think it was blood? I didn't know but the liquid was dark. My breath hitched in my throat once again when he turned to me, his expression calm for someone who had just chased a werewolf away…Wait, it was Randy who saved me?

I didn't know what to say, I just stared at Randy in awe…

That chapter came out longer than expected…Oh well, please review and tell me what you think! I will treasure every review I get and please let me know if you want me to continue with this fic or not! ;)