Hey there! So, I've noticed a total lack of Punk/Kelly fics on this site (and everywhere) so I decided to try my hand at one. I have another wrestling story up, but for now I'm just focusing on this one. I really hope you guys like this story because I'm having so much fun writing it. I adore this pairing! If you have any comments, feel free to leave a review. Thanks for reading!

In just one sentence uttered by her English teacher, Barbie Blank felt her world crashing down. She knew that this couldn't be good at all. While Barbie was a good student in most of her classes, English was her pitfall. She didn't like it and she didn't understand it. She couldn't. But she had a feeling she would have to.

"Barbie, can you see me after school?" Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley asked Barbie as the tall blonde tried to exit her class when the bell rang. Barbie had all but frozen completely.

"What? Why?" She was never asked to see teachers after class. She was a model student (mostly.) She was a good kid. She didn't have any reason to be seen after class. Barbie felt the eyes of classmates on her as they left. After all, why would a teacher ask to see Barbara Blank? What could the queen bee of the junior class possibly have done wrong?

Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley just gave her an unreadable grin. "Well, if you show up, then you'll find out. I'll be here until 2:45." Without another word, the English teacher excused her blonde student and sat down at her desk to prepare for her next class.

Barbie leaned up against the wall outside of her last class to gather her thoughts. Okay, so it couldn't be anything bad, because she hadn't done anything bad. Right? Even though the entire school was of the opinion that Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley was secretly a crazy psycho bitch, she was always rather nice to Barbie. Once, she even gave her an extra study guide to help her study for a test they had. Of course, Barbie had still failed, but it proved that her teacher wasn't out to get her. The blonde pushed everything from her mind and walked down the hall to her locker. After fiddling with her pink lock, she swung open the door and dropped her books in. Barbie fluffed up her blonde hair using the reflection in the mirror hanging on the door and then bent over to gather her Home Economics binder from the very bottom of her locker. When she stood up, she glanced in the mirror and screamed.

"Oh my God, Zack, you scared me!" She placed a French-manicured hand to her chest and tried to steady her breathing. Zack had snuck up behind her and she wasn't expecting to see his face in her mirror.

"Sorry, Barbs! I just wanted to tell you that you look really pretty today." He grinned, his orange-y skin making his bleach white teeth somehow seem even whiter. Barbie gave him a small smile.

"Thanks, Zack. That's so sweet." She closed her locker door and put the lock back on. Her back was to Zack and she wondered if he had walked away. She was proven wrong when she stood up straight and saw him still standing there, staring at her and smiling.

"Can I walk you to Home Ec, Barbie?" he asked. She couldn't say no. He was the sweetest guy and she would be heartless to shoot him down when he had such a big crush on her.

"Sure. Why not?" They started down the hallway, passing many of their fellow students. Barbie smiled and waved to her friends, which was practically everyone she passed. Some of them were laughing. Her smiled wavered a bit when she realized they were laughing at her for being with Zack. It was hardly a secret that he was in love with her.

Barbie's pace quickened once she realized this but Zack had no trouble keeping up. However, when they had almost reached the Home Ec room, they were stopped by a huge, towering figure.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Dream Team! You know, Zack, you have gotta be out of your mind to think you can get with a girl like Barbie Blank." Zack looked up at his offender. Barbie tried to intervene but he held the blonde back with a toned, orange arm (most likely from too much spray tan.)

"You can fuck with me all you want, Orton, but leave Barbie out of this. She didn't do anything to you." Randy Orton's laugh boomed over the hallway. A crowd was gathering. Barbie put a nail in her mouth to chew at it nervously.

"What, do you think you're her knight in shining armor or something? Ryder, she doesn't even like you. You're pathetic." Zack didn't falter. The spray-tanned,spikey-haired junior opened his mouth to reply but a piercing voice cut through the air.

"Excuse me! Excuse me! Out of my way!" Mrs. Vickie Guerrero, assistant to the assistant principal and resident bitch appeared through the throng of students. She stopped in front of the trio and put her hands on her hips. "What do we have here? Did I hear correctly that there was a fight going on? Randy, as a senior, you should be setting an example for the other students!" She turned to Zack and pointed a claw-like finger at his face. "And you! You should know better!" Mrs. Guerrero finally turned to Barbie, who looked dumbfounded. "Barbie, I think you should get to class." It wasn't a suggestion. It was a command.

Barbie shuffled away, but not before looking as the two of them were dragged to the principal's office by Mrs. Guerrero. Barbie headed into Home Ec just as the bell rang, feeling guilty. She was upset that Zack was now in the office because of her and upset that she didn't do anything to defend him. However, she realized it was hard to do much of anything when a sex god like Randy Orton is staring down at you.

The pretty blonde sat down at her usual table, seated next to Rosa Mendes from the cheer squad, Rosa's boyfriend Epico, and the tiny AJ Lee. Barbie smiled and waved at all of them just as Miss Debra Marshall entered the class with a plate of yummy-looking cookies.

"Hi class!" she exclaimed. "Today you and your table mates are gonna whip up a batch of these great cookies. It's my own recipe!" AJ and Barbie looked at each other and stifled their laughs most unsuccessfully.

Home Ec, Barbie's last class, flew by so quickly that by the time her table had finished eating their cookies, it seemed like 15 minutes had gone by, not 50. When the bell rang, Barbie said goodbye to AJ and Primo and let Rosa know that she'd be at practice later that day. As the rest of the school buzzed around in the hallways, letting go of their end-of-the-day energy, she remembered that she had to go see Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley. The thought wiped the happy smile right off of her face and she trudged up to her locker. She placed her Home Ec binder in the locker and grabbed her bag. With one last look in her mirror (after making sure Zack wasn't there to scare her again), she locked up her locker for the day and headed up the hall towards the English classroom.

The door was shut so she knocked even though the door was half glass and she could see her teacher at her desk. The older woman looked up and gestured for Barbie to come in. The nervous blonde opened the classroom door and stepped inside.

"Hey Barbie. Thanks for coming." The English teacher shuffled some papers on her desk and set them aside, leaning forward with her hands clasped. "I called you in because I wanted to let you know that you're on the verge of failing my class for the semester." The cheerleader inwardly gasped. Sure, she knew that her grade had to be completely awful, considering how many of the tests she had bombed so far, but the possibility that she was failing never occurred to her.

"Oh...well...is there some extra credit I could do? Something that can help me?"

"Well, quite frankly, something has got to happen or you'll be kicked off the cheerleading team." Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley grinned at Barbie's awed look. "Yes, believe it or not, some teachers have lives outside of school. My husband, daughters and I go to the football games. I've seen you and some other students of mine. Anyway," she continued, "you're in luck. See Barbie, I'm the kind of teacher that really likes when her students try hard to succeed. You're one of those students. You do all of your homework and you complete my study guides. You just have trouble with my tests. However, I'm also the kind of teacher that doesn't take kindly to lazy students. One student of mine in particular is rather frustrating. He's a literary genius without trying, but that's just it – he doesn't try. At all. This person has not completed one homework assignment all year."

"That's...not good." Barbie wasn't sure of what else to say. She had no idea of what this lazy student had to do with her. Were teachers even allowed to talk about students to other students like this?

"No, it's not. I hand out detentions to him left and right but they don't seem to be doing anything. In fact, I'd go as far as say he likes detention. So I'm shifting gears a little bit." The brunette's face was absolutely glowing then. It was almost like she had rehearsed this speech. On second thought, she probably had. "Instead of detention, I'm giving him a new punishment. You are his punishment. He will be tutoring you from now until your English midterm. If he doesn't help you get at least a 90 on my midterm, which is what you need to pass, then I'm suggesting to my superiors that he gets suspended. And let's just say I have a lot of influence up there."

Barbie was starting to think that her fellow students were right. Maybe Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley really was secretly a psycho bitch.

"Um...that's great. Really great. Thank you. So um...who is my new tutor?" Barbie was very, very wary. It could be anyone. Maybe it was Randy Orton. That wouldn't be so bad.

"Do you know Phillip Brooks?" the teacher asked, leaning back in her chair. Barbie scanned her thoughts for a minute. Of course she knew Phil Brooks. He had greasy hair, a beard and tattoos. He was hard to miss.

"I know of him."

"Fantastic. You guys can set up your own study sessions. If you have any problems, let me know." Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley turned her attention towards her computer and started clicking away. "You can go now, Barbie. Have a good day." Barbie wanted to say something back, but her mouth was dry and the words were stuck in her throat. She turned and exited through the door that she had left open just moments ago. She saw someone was walking up to the door.

It was Phil Brooks. Their eyes locked for a moment and he looked at her curiously. He didn't know about this new set up. He was probably called in by Mrs. McMahon-Helmsley just like she had been. She broke their gaze and hurried to the front doors to get to cheer practice, her heart pounding the entire time.

Something told Barbie that these tutoring sessions wouldn't go quite as planned.

And there it is! I hope you liked it. Thank you for reading!