Author's Note: I don't own anything except for the character of Skye Alexander and her family and friends. The wrestlers own themselves and Vince McMahon owns the WWE. I don't own any music mentioned in this either. The artists own it and yadi-yada. The cat named Snicklefritz is from 'Big Comfy Couch'. Nickelodeon owns Spongebob! And I don't own anything so I won't make this long. I just need to say that I'm doing this for fun! Yeah, yeah. You've probably heard that speech a million times so, I'll shut up now and proceed with the story.
Chapter One
The alarm clock rang as a young red-headed girl rolled out of her bed and landed on the floor. That caused a loud thud, causing her cat Snicklefritz to jump off the floor and onto her bed. The alarm was still going when the girl got up from the floor and turned it off. Her hazel eyes focused on the time. 7:00. She groaned because she hated getting up in the morning. Going over to her closet, she opened it and a landslide of clothes came out. They came in the form of baggy jeans, large t-shirts, hoodies, jackets and plenty of hats. There was a mirror right beside the closet and she took a quick look at herself in her blue and yellow Spongebob Squarepants pajamas. Looking through her clothes, she quickly picked up an oversized black t-shirt with the words "You keep talking but all I hear is blah, blah, blah..." written in white font that looked like chalk writing. She pulled out a pair of black baggy jeans from the landslide, followed with a dark blue hooded sweatshirt and a black and white trucker hat. She quickly changed and placed the hat on top of her head. Opening the door, she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where her younger sister, Petra who was six was eating fruit loops and her older brother Braiden, who was seventeen was finishing off his third piece of toast. Her mother, Desirae was sitting at the table, reading over her case files for the day and her father, Marco was reading the newspaper. "Skye Giovanni Alexander! What took you so long? It's 7:10 and you were supposed to be down at 7:05!" Her mother exlaimed, hardly taking her eyes off her papers. Skye was fifteen and the unfourtunate middle child of the Alexander family. She was the outcast. Her little sister was the best ballerina in her class and smart for a six-year old. Petra had been skipped a grade ahead and was attending second grade with the older kids. Braiden was athletic and was the captain of the high school's wrestling team. He also had girls calling him all the time and was a straight-A student. Besides wrestling, her older brother played football and soccer too. Her mother, Desirae was a successful lawyer, who handled the large cases, some involving celebrities. Her father, Marco was a college professor who taught Physics and was the brain in the family. Then, there was Skye. She wasn't on any sports teams and she didn't have guys calling the house asking for her all the time. She couldn't dance, so she wasn't a pretty ballerina like Petra. She knew not a thing about the law, and was constantly breaking it by hanging out with a couple of bad kids, Dawn and Matthew. Dawn and Matthew were her only friends in school, because everybody had shunned them as punky outcasts. Skye wasn't too bright either, receiving C's and C-'s in class. It wasn't that she didn't apply herself. It was because Dawn and Matthew had always talked her into cutting class. She would hang out with them behind the local gas station and cause trouble. She had been kicked out of the store many times, for causing a ruckus. Skye seemed like she had no passion for anything. But, she did. And that passion was for a young boy in her Math and Science class named Randy Orton. Nobody knew about this. Not even Dawn and Matthew. This was because Randy Orton was a popular boy. He hung out with a junior named Hunter Hearst Helmsely and a senior named Ric Flair. Randy was considered cool because he had a lot of girlfriends and he was friends with the older kids. Skye secretly liked him and it was always to be a secret.
Skye had fazed out as her family worked around her. Petra was gathering her book bag together, as she accidently hit Skye in the stomach with her pencil box. Skye felt the pain and held her stomach. "Petra!"
"It was an accident!" Petra cried, afraid that Skye would lash out and beat her up. Petra hurried over to her mother, as her mother held her tight.
"It was an accident, Skye!" Mrs. Alexander told her, noticing the look in Skye's eyes. She shrugged it off and sat down at the table. At that time, Braiden had finished off his second glass of milk and sixth piece of toast. Her brother grabbed an apple from the fridge and dashed upstairs to his room. Her father had just finished his cereal and drank the last of his coffee. Without saying a word, he got up and went over to the office he had in the den.
"Where's breakfast?" Skye asked, looking at the empty table. Mrs. Alexander was zipping up Petra's pink jacket with Barbie on it for her.
"What do you expect? For me to slave around the kitchen to cook for you? You're fifteen, Skye...get your own breakfast!" Skye rolled her eyes at her mother's comment but turned her back so she didn't see it. 'You cook for Dad, Braiden and Petra. And Braiden and Dad are older than me!' She thought as she was reaching for a piece of fruit when there was a horn honking outside.
"That's your bus, Skye! Go now!" Her mother ordered, as Skye put down the bananna. She grabbed her book bag which was covered with felt drawings and patches from the door and ran outside, quickly slipping on her shoes. Sure thing, the bus was waiting at the corner. Skye Alexander dashed from her front yard to the corner and made it to the bus, just in time.
When Skye climbed on to the bus, Dawn and Matthew were nowhere to be found. "Oh, great! They decided not to come to school today." She thought, as the staring faces were all directed at her, while she walked down the aisle and took an empty seat somewhere in the middle. She threw her back onto the floor, as two blonde girls turned around in the seat infront of her. The two girls were juniors, named Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler. They were popular cheerleaders and dated members of the football team. Randy Orton was a member of the football team. Torrie had gone out with him once. Stacy was taller than Torrie, mainly because she had a very long set of legs. The two girls stared at Skye, as Skye stared back. But, not a single word was exchanged. As the two blondes were glaring at Skye, she looked down at the floor. That was then Stacy and Torrie turned back around and giggled. Skye rolled her eyes but ignored them. The bus doors swung open and a couple of shouts were heard. "Orton!" A voice yelled, and Skye turned around to see high school junior, Hunter Hearst Helmsely standing up to greet his friend.
"Trips!" Randy shouted, as he walked onto the bus. As Randy was walking past Skye, obviously ignoring her like she didn't exist, the bus driver turned around as a couple of other kids were still loading the bus. Skye caught Kurt Angle and Brock Lesnar getting on, and the two scrambled for the empty seat near the back. After have an arguement about who would sit where, they saw that the only other empty seat was beside Skye Alexander. Kurt quickly took the window seat and Brock got the aisle.
"Hey Orton! Helmsely and Flair are already seated together. You know the rule, only two people in one seat. Take one beside Alexander." The bus driver, Eric Bischoff told him, watching as everybody laughed at Randy Orton. Randy Orton shrugged it off, trying to play cool as he tried taking a seat beside a freshman named Alexander Jones. But, Alexander was already sitting next to another freshman named Crash Holly. Nobody knew why his name was Crash. But, Crash looked like Elroy Jetson. "Not Alexander Jones, kid! Skye Alexander!" Eric Bischoff screamed, as Randy Orton made a face as he walked over to Skye. She quietly slid over to the window side and placed her backpack on her lap. Torrie and Stacy were snickering as Randy sat down beside her and looked at her. She saw him peering at the corner of her eye but, she pretended to be interested in the road. Randy finally looked away, as Torrie Wilson turned around and smiled at him.
"Hey Randy! What's up?" She asked, shooting a dirty look to Skye, thinking that Skye wouldn't see it. Skye kept still, fiddling with the zipper of her backpack. Randy Orton smiled at Torrie. His smile was pearly white and was picture perfect.
"Torrie! Nothing much. How about you?"
"Oh, nothing. The cheerleaders are having tryouts to replace a couple of members that graduated last year. You know, it's the middle of September and the sports teams are really getting into action."
"Yeah, I know. The football team has a game in two weeks. I can't wait."
"That's so cool!"
"Yeah. Cool thing about the cheerleaders too. Maybe the guys and I will have more dates." Randy said, winking at Torrie as she giggled like the airhead she was, along with Stacy. Skye envied them because they were around Randy, and all she could do was sit and play with her bag's zipper.
Ten minutes after, the bus came to a complete stop, right infront of Vincent K. McMahon High. The door opened and everybody was rushing to get off the bus. Crash and Alexander Jones almost got run over by the larger students, mainly Paul Wright a.k.a Big Show, which was his wrestling name and Rikishi Phatu, who was the heaviest kid in the school. But, when Rikishi was mad or hungry, he could move. This time, Rikishi was hungry and he needed to make his way over to the nearest vending machine. Skye had finally gotten off the bus, after being shoved back into a seat by Dwayne Johnson, or as his football team called him, The Rock. She pushed through Trish Stratus and Amy Dumas, the school's female daredevil which went by the nickname of Lita, she finally stepped off and walked into the already crowded building. Skye took a quick walk over to where Dawn and Matthew's lockers were and found them to be nowhere in sight. She then walked down the hallway and turned left to go to her locker. Skye was opening it, when a large fist slammed it close. Her green eyes looked up and saw Hunter, along with Ric Flair and Randy Orton. "How'd you like the bus ride with Randy, Skye? Was it like a dream come true?" He asked, as the other two laughed. Skye pushed him out of the way and opened her locker again. She threw her books in and grabbed another set for her next class.
"Hunter, don't you have anything better to do? Schedule a plastic surgery date so you can get that huge nose removed? It's blocking my view of the school. I didn't like sitting with Randy, thank you very much. You guys need to deflate those egos, bastards." Skye stated, shutting her locker and giving Hunter a punch in the stomach. She then walked off to class, as Hunter stood steaming, Randy was silent and Ric was smiling.
"What are you smiling about, smiley?" Randy asked Ric, looking at the senior.
"Don't get mad, Trips. Get even. When Skye didn't notice, I was watching her spin her dial. I know her locker combination. Now, we have to think up the perfect plan for getting Skye Alexander back."
"Ric! You're a genious!" Hunter exclaimed, patting him on the back. The bell rang and the three went their separate ways for classes.
Skye had History that period, with Mrs. Rena Mero. The guys in her class took a great liking to the blonde and large breasted teacher. The girls didn't like her at all. Especially the Principal's daughter, Stephanie McMahon. The two had an ongoing rivarly because Mrs. Mero used to be Mr. McMahon's assistant and the two were constantly hitting on each other. Skye walked into the class and sat in the back, alone. There was another seat beside her at the table but, nobody wanted to take it. After all the students had filed in, and the bell for class to begin went off, Mrs. Mero closed the door and began to take attendance. Skye was the first on the list.
"Skye Alexander?" She called out, looking around the room.
"Here." She said, raising her hand. Mrs. Mero looked at her sitting in the back of the room.
"It's nice to see you in class, Miss Alexander. Now, could you explain why you weren't in class for the past two days?" Mrs. Mero questioned, her eyes shooting at her like daggers.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Mero. But, my aunt was in the hospital and she was really close to our family. I had to go visit her. And she lives two towns over." Skye fibbed, crossing her fingers underneath the table. The teacher looked at her and then shrugged it off.
"Alright. Danny Basham?" She continued with the attendance, as Skye sighed and was glad that she didn't get into trouble. The History class dragged on, with a pop quiz in which Skye scored a 3 out of 15 on. Mrs. Mero saw that Skye had the lowest score and approached her seat while the class was set off to work on their own for the next twenty minutes or so. "Skye, you scored the lowest on my quiz. Now, tell me, how did you do that?" The teacher asked, as Skye stopped tapping her nails on the table, much to the whole class' relief.
"I don't know. Maybe because I guessed the answers?" She replied, shrugging.
"I see that you're struggling right now. Maybe it's because of that aunt of yours. But, anyways. I have a student next period who is in the same grade as you. He excells in this class and I think I can get him to help you. Would you mind coming in at lunch to meet with him?" As Mrs. Mero spoke, Skye kept on deciding whether or not she should come in. But, she realized that Dawn and Matthew weren't at school today and she had noone else to hang out with.
"Okay." Skye told her, as Mrs. Mero smiled and went back to her desk.
After a while, the bell rang and the students filed out of the door. Skye rushed to her locker, and exchanged her books for clothes and ran off to the locker room for gym. It was quite a miracle that she had clothes in her locker but, she knew that one day she'd have to go to gym and this was the one day. Skye hadn't gone to gym class for a week. But, she knew that Ms. Ivory wouldn't mind because she didn't care for people who slacked off. Skye changed into a large white t-shirt with "Jesus Is My Homeboy" written on it and a picture of Jesus went with it. She then put on a pair of black sweatpants and tied her red hair up in a ponytail. The locker room was empty by the time she was finished, so she stuffed her clothes into her bag and carried it out to the gym with her. Ms. Ivory was already taking attendance. She stopped at Trish Stratus when she spotted Skye Alexander walking in. "Well, well! Miss Alexander. I haven't seen you in a week. Nice to see you again. Now, when will I see you again? Next week?" She asked, as the whole class of 10th grade girls laughed at her.
"Tomorrow." Skye said, causing the whole class to go silent.
"That's good." Ms. Ivory told her, as she went back to doing attendance. After the attendance was done, all the gym classes went out to the track for a run. Along with the 10th grade girls, was the senior boys, the freshmen girls and the junior boys. Braiden, her older brother was in the senior boys class, along with Ric Flair and Dwayne Johnson, mostly known as The Rock. The junior boys included Hunter Hearst Helmsely, or Triple H in easier terms, Bill Goldberg and a boy who called everybody a 'sucka', Booker T. The freshmen girls were a group which had Gail Kim and Molly Holly in it. Skye's class, the sophmore girls had Trish Stratus, Amy Dumas, also known as Lita to mostly everybody and Dawn Marie in it. Skye felt out of place as the classes went for a run, because she wasn't as athetlic as the other girls. Trish and Lita were at the head of the sophmore girls class, running with Lita's boyfriend Matt Hardy and his brother, Jeff. Matt was a senior and Jeff was a junior. Matt seemed quite normal, even though he was a bit egotistical compared to Jeff. Jeff had on a bright yellow t-shirt with black shorts. The shirt's color was a bit odd but, Jeff Hardy was very odd. He had rainbow colored hair and wore body paint, even during gym class, where he'd usually sweat it off. Jeff was doing handsprings along the track for the next half a lap while Lita, Matt and Trish ran to catch up with him. They were finishing off their third lap when Skye had just started her second. She took her time, even though she knew that she was the slowest in the class. Her brother ran past her and gave her a little shove.
"RUN FASTER, SKYE!" Braiden shouted with a laugh. He also had the rest of the seniors laughing at her too. She cringed and began to speed up, as Braiden kept on laughing and running. Ric Flair ran past her and screamed,
"WOOOO!" into her ear. She held her ear and glared at him as he laughed. This went on for another lap or so, until Braiden's class was called in. She still had to face the juniors. But, the only junior who had done something was Triple H. When Skye was running, Triple H stopped and tripped her on the track. She fell face first, almost getting run over by Lita and Trish, who were finishing up the four laps they had to do. Jeff handspringed in, and Triple H just pretended that he did the four laps, which he only did three. Skye got up and brushed it off, tears stinging her eyes as she ran.
"Come on, Skye!" shouted Ms. Ivory from the side, as Skye was just starting her third lap. She ran alone, getting yelled at. Triple H had said he wanted to go to the bathroom to his teacher, Mr. Snow but, he just stood outside and made fun of Skye. She had finally pulled in to the class, who was waiting for her. Ms. Ivory looked at her stop watch.
"13:45." She said, with a clear crisp tone. So clear that everybody had heard it, even if they weren't paying attention. It had taken her thirteen minutes and forty-five seconds to run four laps. The others had finished it in less than twelve. Lita and Trish were at the top of the class, their times being in the eight minute range. She brushed off her tears and followed the rest of the class back into the gym, as Triple H ran back in, continuing to laugh at Skye. She ignored him and walked over to her class. They were doing basketball today. As Ms. Ivory was explaining to the class how they would do a drill, the PA system turned on and it was time for the second period announcements.
"Good morning, students of Vincent K. McMahon High! This is Jim Ross here, alongside Jerry Lawler and it is time for your morning announcements." Jim Ross, a senior spoke as Jerry Lawler took over.
"That's right!" Jerry was also a senior. "First order of business, our homecoming dance is arriving! It will take place three weeks from now, the first Saturday of October. I can't wait! The queen will be chosen and they will reign supreme with their escort. And now, Jim is going to read out toe nominees for homecoming queen." Lawler added, as the whole school stopped what they were doing and listened in.
"There are four nominees this year. Number one is, Stephanie McMahon." Stephanie could be heard squealing in delight around the whole school, even though she was in Drama class, which was far away from the Gym. "Second is, Torrie Wilson." Torrie cheered for herself in Chemistry, which was downstairs from the Gym. "Number three is, Stacy Keibler." Stacy was also in Chemistry and she cheered for herself too. Torrie and Stacy did a high five. "And last but, not least is...Trish Stratus!" That was when practically the whole gym cheered as Trish jumped into the air. Lita, along with everybody else clapped for Trish. Skye gave her a very small clap.
"Those are your homecoming queen nominees. There are also cheerleading tryouts starting tomorrow after school for anybody who wants to tryout. The lunch menu consists of pot roast and potatoes. That's all for your morning announcements." Jerry Lawler said, hanging the microphone over to Jim Ross.
"We are Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler. Have a nice day!" Jim told the school, signing off.
After gym, the bell rang, signaling that it was lunch time. But, Skye couldn't go to lunch because she had to go see who Mrs. Mero had picked out to help her. She quickly changed and stuffed her things into her locker. She quickly went by the vending machine and saw that this one was still full. Rikishi hadn't gotten to it yet. She placed her change in and pressed the button for a bag of chips. They came down and she grabbed them, heading over to Mrs. Mero's classroom. When she opened the door, she saw Mrs. Mero standing there was a boy with brown hair. That boy was Randy Orton.
"There she is!" The teacher exclaimed, turning around. Skye and Randy locked eyes. "Randy Orton, this is Skye Alexander. The student I would like you to help. Skye, this is Randy Orton. The wonderful student that is going to help you." She explained, smiling. Mrs. Mero then left the room, leaving Skye and Randy alone, looking at each other.
Chapter One
The alarm clock rang as a young red-headed girl rolled out of her bed and landed on the floor. That caused a loud thud, causing her cat Snicklefritz to jump off the floor and onto her bed. The alarm was still going when the girl got up from the floor and turned it off. Her hazel eyes focused on the time. 7:00. She groaned because she hated getting up in the morning. Going over to her closet, she opened it and a landslide of clothes came out. They came in the form of baggy jeans, large t-shirts, hoodies, jackets and plenty of hats. There was a mirror right beside the closet and she took a quick look at herself in her blue and yellow Spongebob Squarepants pajamas. Looking through her clothes, she quickly picked up an oversized black t-shirt with the words "You keep talking but all I hear is blah, blah, blah..." written in white font that looked like chalk writing. She pulled out a pair of black baggy jeans from the landslide, followed with a dark blue hooded sweatshirt and a black and white trucker hat. She quickly changed and placed the hat on top of her head. Opening the door, she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where her younger sister, Petra who was six was eating fruit loops and her older brother Braiden, who was seventeen was finishing off his third piece of toast. Her mother, Desirae was sitting at the table, reading over her case files for the day and her father, Marco was reading the newspaper. "Skye Giovanni Alexander! What took you so long? It's 7:10 and you were supposed to be down at 7:05!" Her mother exlaimed, hardly taking her eyes off her papers. Skye was fifteen and the unfourtunate middle child of the Alexander family. She was the outcast. Her little sister was the best ballerina in her class and smart for a six-year old. Petra had been skipped a grade ahead and was attending second grade with the older kids. Braiden was athletic and was the captain of the high school's wrestling team. He also had girls calling him all the time and was a straight-A student. Besides wrestling, her older brother played football and soccer too. Her mother, Desirae was a successful lawyer, who handled the large cases, some involving celebrities. Her father, Marco was a college professor who taught Physics and was the brain in the family. Then, there was Skye. She wasn't on any sports teams and she didn't have guys calling the house asking for her all the time. She couldn't dance, so she wasn't a pretty ballerina like Petra. She knew not a thing about the law, and was constantly breaking it by hanging out with a couple of bad kids, Dawn and Matthew. Dawn and Matthew were her only friends in school, because everybody had shunned them as punky outcasts. Skye wasn't too bright either, receiving C's and C-'s in class. It wasn't that she didn't apply herself. It was because Dawn and Matthew had always talked her into cutting class. She would hang out with them behind the local gas station and cause trouble. She had been kicked out of the store many times, for causing a ruckus. Skye seemed like she had no passion for anything. But, she did. And that passion was for a young boy in her Math and Science class named Randy Orton. Nobody knew about this. Not even Dawn and Matthew. This was because Randy Orton was a popular boy. He hung out with a junior named Hunter Hearst Helmsely and a senior named Ric Flair. Randy was considered cool because he had a lot of girlfriends and he was friends with the older kids. Skye secretly liked him and it was always to be a secret.
Skye had fazed out as her family worked around her. Petra was gathering her book bag together, as she accidently hit Skye in the stomach with her pencil box. Skye felt the pain and held her stomach. "Petra!"
"It was an accident!" Petra cried, afraid that Skye would lash out and beat her up. Petra hurried over to her mother, as her mother held her tight.
"It was an accident, Skye!" Mrs. Alexander told her, noticing the look in Skye's eyes. She shrugged it off and sat down at the table. At that time, Braiden had finished off his second glass of milk and sixth piece of toast. Her brother grabbed an apple from the fridge and dashed upstairs to his room. Her father had just finished his cereal and drank the last of his coffee. Without saying a word, he got up and went over to the office he had in the den.
"Where's breakfast?" Skye asked, looking at the empty table. Mrs. Alexander was zipping up Petra's pink jacket with Barbie on it for her.
"What do you expect? For me to slave around the kitchen to cook for you? You're fifteen, Skye...get your own breakfast!" Skye rolled her eyes at her mother's comment but turned her back so she didn't see it. 'You cook for Dad, Braiden and Petra. And Braiden and Dad are older than me!' She thought as she was reaching for a piece of fruit when there was a horn honking outside.
"That's your bus, Skye! Go now!" Her mother ordered, as Skye put down the bananna. She grabbed her book bag which was covered with felt drawings and patches from the door and ran outside, quickly slipping on her shoes. Sure thing, the bus was waiting at the corner. Skye Alexander dashed from her front yard to the corner and made it to the bus, just in time.
When Skye climbed on to the bus, Dawn and Matthew were nowhere to be found. "Oh, great! They decided not to come to school today." She thought, as the staring faces were all directed at her, while she walked down the aisle and took an empty seat somewhere in the middle. She threw her back onto the floor, as two blonde girls turned around in the seat infront of her. The two girls were juniors, named Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler. They were popular cheerleaders and dated members of the football team. Randy Orton was a member of the football team. Torrie had gone out with him once. Stacy was taller than Torrie, mainly because she had a very long set of legs. The two girls stared at Skye, as Skye stared back. But, not a single word was exchanged. As the two blondes were glaring at Skye, she looked down at the floor. That was then Stacy and Torrie turned back around and giggled. Skye rolled her eyes but ignored them. The bus doors swung open and a couple of shouts were heard. "Orton!" A voice yelled, and Skye turned around to see high school junior, Hunter Hearst Helmsely standing up to greet his friend.
"Trips!" Randy shouted, as he walked onto the bus. As Randy was walking past Skye, obviously ignoring her like she didn't exist, the bus driver turned around as a couple of other kids were still loading the bus. Skye caught Kurt Angle and Brock Lesnar getting on, and the two scrambled for the empty seat near the back. After have an arguement about who would sit where, they saw that the only other empty seat was beside Skye Alexander. Kurt quickly took the window seat and Brock got the aisle.
"Hey Orton! Helmsely and Flair are already seated together. You know the rule, only two people in one seat. Take one beside Alexander." The bus driver, Eric Bischoff told him, watching as everybody laughed at Randy Orton. Randy Orton shrugged it off, trying to play cool as he tried taking a seat beside a freshman named Alexander Jones. But, Alexander was already sitting next to another freshman named Crash Holly. Nobody knew why his name was Crash. But, Crash looked like Elroy Jetson. "Not Alexander Jones, kid! Skye Alexander!" Eric Bischoff screamed, as Randy Orton made a face as he walked over to Skye. She quietly slid over to the window side and placed her backpack on her lap. Torrie and Stacy were snickering as Randy sat down beside her and looked at her. She saw him peering at the corner of her eye but, she pretended to be interested in the road. Randy finally looked away, as Torrie Wilson turned around and smiled at him.
"Hey Randy! What's up?" She asked, shooting a dirty look to Skye, thinking that Skye wouldn't see it. Skye kept still, fiddling with the zipper of her backpack. Randy Orton smiled at Torrie. His smile was pearly white and was picture perfect.
"Torrie! Nothing much. How about you?"
"Oh, nothing. The cheerleaders are having tryouts to replace a couple of members that graduated last year. You know, it's the middle of September and the sports teams are really getting into action."
"Yeah, I know. The football team has a game in two weeks. I can't wait."
"That's so cool!"
"Yeah. Cool thing about the cheerleaders too. Maybe the guys and I will have more dates." Randy said, winking at Torrie as she giggled like the airhead she was, along with Stacy. Skye envied them because they were around Randy, and all she could do was sit and play with her bag's zipper.
Ten minutes after, the bus came to a complete stop, right infront of Vincent K. McMahon High. The door opened and everybody was rushing to get off the bus. Crash and Alexander Jones almost got run over by the larger students, mainly Paul Wright a.k.a Big Show, which was his wrestling name and Rikishi Phatu, who was the heaviest kid in the school. But, when Rikishi was mad or hungry, he could move. This time, Rikishi was hungry and he needed to make his way over to the nearest vending machine. Skye had finally gotten off the bus, after being shoved back into a seat by Dwayne Johnson, or as his football team called him, The Rock. She pushed through Trish Stratus and Amy Dumas, the school's female daredevil which went by the nickname of Lita, she finally stepped off and walked into the already crowded building. Skye took a quick walk over to where Dawn and Matthew's lockers were and found them to be nowhere in sight. She then walked down the hallway and turned left to go to her locker. Skye was opening it, when a large fist slammed it close. Her green eyes looked up and saw Hunter, along with Ric Flair and Randy Orton. "How'd you like the bus ride with Randy, Skye? Was it like a dream come true?" He asked, as the other two laughed. Skye pushed him out of the way and opened her locker again. She threw her books in and grabbed another set for her next class.
"Hunter, don't you have anything better to do? Schedule a plastic surgery date so you can get that huge nose removed? It's blocking my view of the school. I didn't like sitting with Randy, thank you very much. You guys need to deflate those egos, bastards." Skye stated, shutting her locker and giving Hunter a punch in the stomach. She then walked off to class, as Hunter stood steaming, Randy was silent and Ric was smiling.
"What are you smiling about, smiley?" Randy asked Ric, looking at the senior.
"Don't get mad, Trips. Get even. When Skye didn't notice, I was watching her spin her dial. I know her locker combination. Now, we have to think up the perfect plan for getting Skye Alexander back."
"Ric! You're a genious!" Hunter exclaimed, patting him on the back. The bell rang and the three went their separate ways for classes.
Skye had History that period, with Mrs. Rena Mero. The guys in her class took a great liking to the blonde and large breasted teacher. The girls didn't like her at all. Especially the Principal's daughter, Stephanie McMahon. The two had an ongoing rivarly because Mrs. Mero used to be Mr. McMahon's assistant and the two were constantly hitting on each other. Skye walked into the class and sat in the back, alone. There was another seat beside her at the table but, nobody wanted to take it. After all the students had filed in, and the bell for class to begin went off, Mrs. Mero closed the door and began to take attendance. Skye was the first on the list.
"Skye Alexander?" She called out, looking around the room.
"Here." She said, raising her hand. Mrs. Mero looked at her sitting in the back of the room.
"It's nice to see you in class, Miss Alexander. Now, could you explain why you weren't in class for the past two days?" Mrs. Mero questioned, her eyes shooting at her like daggers.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Mero. But, my aunt was in the hospital and she was really close to our family. I had to go visit her. And she lives two towns over." Skye fibbed, crossing her fingers underneath the table. The teacher looked at her and then shrugged it off.
"Alright. Danny Basham?" She continued with the attendance, as Skye sighed and was glad that she didn't get into trouble. The History class dragged on, with a pop quiz in which Skye scored a 3 out of 15 on. Mrs. Mero saw that Skye had the lowest score and approached her seat while the class was set off to work on their own for the next twenty minutes or so. "Skye, you scored the lowest on my quiz. Now, tell me, how did you do that?" The teacher asked, as Skye stopped tapping her nails on the table, much to the whole class' relief.
"I don't know. Maybe because I guessed the answers?" She replied, shrugging.
"I see that you're struggling right now. Maybe it's because of that aunt of yours. But, anyways. I have a student next period who is in the same grade as you. He excells in this class and I think I can get him to help you. Would you mind coming in at lunch to meet with him?" As Mrs. Mero spoke, Skye kept on deciding whether or not she should come in. But, she realized that Dawn and Matthew weren't at school today and she had noone else to hang out with.
"Okay." Skye told her, as Mrs. Mero smiled and went back to her desk.
After a while, the bell rang and the students filed out of the door. Skye rushed to her locker, and exchanged her books for clothes and ran off to the locker room for gym. It was quite a miracle that she had clothes in her locker but, she knew that one day she'd have to go to gym and this was the one day. Skye hadn't gone to gym class for a week. But, she knew that Ms. Ivory wouldn't mind because she didn't care for people who slacked off. Skye changed into a large white t-shirt with "Jesus Is My Homeboy" written on it and a picture of Jesus went with it. She then put on a pair of black sweatpants and tied her red hair up in a ponytail. The locker room was empty by the time she was finished, so she stuffed her clothes into her bag and carried it out to the gym with her. Ms. Ivory was already taking attendance. She stopped at Trish Stratus when she spotted Skye Alexander walking in. "Well, well! Miss Alexander. I haven't seen you in a week. Nice to see you again. Now, when will I see you again? Next week?" She asked, as the whole class of 10th grade girls laughed at her.
"Tomorrow." Skye said, causing the whole class to go silent.
"That's good." Ms. Ivory told her, as she went back to doing attendance. After the attendance was done, all the gym classes went out to the track for a run. Along with the 10th grade girls, was the senior boys, the freshmen girls and the junior boys. Braiden, her older brother was in the senior boys class, along with Ric Flair and Dwayne Johnson, mostly known as The Rock. The junior boys included Hunter Hearst Helmsely, or Triple H in easier terms, Bill Goldberg and a boy who called everybody a 'sucka', Booker T. The freshmen girls were a group which had Gail Kim and Molly Holly in it. Skye's class, the sophmore girls had Trish Stratus, Amy Dumas, also known as Lita to mostly everybody and Dawn Marie in it. Skye felt out of place as the classes went for a run, because she wasn't as athetlic as the other girls. Trish and Lita were at the head of the sophmore girls class, running with Lita's boyfriend Matt Hardy and his brother, Jeff. Matt was a senior and Jeff was a junior. Matt seemed quite normal, even though he was a bit egotistical compared to Jeff. Jeff had on a bright yellow t-shirt with black shorts. The shirt's color was a bit odd but, Jeff Hardy was very odd. He had rainbow colored hair and wore body paint, even during gym class, where he'd usually sweat it off. Jeff was doing handsprings along the track for the next half a lap while Lita, Matt and Trish ran to catch up with him. They were finishing off their third lap when Skye had just started her second. She took her time, even though she knew that she was the slowest in the class. Her brother ran past her and gave her a little shove.
"RUN FASTER, SKYE!" Braiden shouted with a laugh. He also had the rest of the seniors laughing at her too. She cringed and began to speed up, as Braiden kept on laughing and running. Ric Flair ran past her and screamed,
"WOOOO!" into her ear. She held her ear and glared at him as he laughed. This went on for another lap or so, until Braiden's class was called in. She still had to face the juniors. But, the only junior who had done something was Triple H. When Skye was running, Triple H stopped and tripped her on the track. She fell face first, almost getting run over by Lita and Trish, who were finishing up the four laps they had to do. Jeff handspringed in, and Triple H just pretended that he did the four laps, which he only did three. Skye got up and brushed it off, tears stinging her eyes as she ran.
"Come on, Skye!" shouted Ms. Ivory from the side, as Skye was just starting her third lap. She ran alone, getting yelled at. Triple H had said he wanted to go to the bathroom to his teacher, Mr. Snow but, he just stood outside and made fun of Skye. She had finally pulled in to the class, who was waiting for her. Ms. Ivory looked at her stop watch.
"13:45." She said, with a clear crisp tone. So clear that everybody had heard it, even if they weren't paying attention. It had taken her thirteen minutes and forty-five seconds to run four laps. The others had finished it in less than twelve. Lita and Trish were at the top of the class, their times being in the eight minute range. She brushed off her tears and followed the rest of the class back into the gym, as Triple H ran back in, continuing to laugh at Skye. She ignored him and walked over to her class. They were doing basketball today. As Ms. Ivory was explaining to the class how they would do a drill, the PA system turned on and it was time for the second period announcements.
"Good morning, students of Vincent K. McMahon High! This is Jim Ross here, alongside Jerry Lawler and it is time for your morning announcements." Jim Ross, a senior spoke as Jerry Lawler took over.
"That's right!" Jerry was also a senior. "First order of business, our homecoming dance is arriving! It will take place three weeks from now, the first Saturday of October. I can't wait! The queen will be chosen and they will reign supreme with their escort. And now, Jim is going to read out toe nominees for homecoming queen." Lawler added, as the whole school stopped what they were doing and listened in.
"There are four nominees this year. Number one is, Stephanie McMahon." Stephanie could be heard squealing in delight around the whole school, even though she was in Drama class, which was far away from the Gym. "Second is, Torrie Wilson." Torrie cheered for herself in Chemistry, which was downstairs from the Gym. "Number three is, Stacy Keibler." Stacy was also in Chemistry and she cheered for herself too. Torrie and Stacy did a high five. "And last but, not least is...Trish Stratus!" That was when practically the whole gym cheered as Trish jumped into the air. Lita, along with everybody else clapped for Trish. Skye gave her a very small clap.
"Those are your homecoming queen nominees. There are also cheerleading tryouts starting tomorrow after school for anybody who wants to tryout. The lunch menu consists of pot roast and potatoes. That's all for your morning announcements." Jerry Lawler said, hanging the microphone over to Jim Ross.
"We are Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler. Have a nice day!" Jim told the school, signing off.
After gym, the bell rang, signaling that it was lunch time. But, Skye couldn't go to lunch because she had to go see who Mrs. Mero had picked out to help her. She quickly changed and stuffed her things into her locker. She quickly went by the vending machine and saw that this one was still full. Rikishi hadn't gotten to it yet. She placed her change in and pressed the button for a bag of chips. They came down and she grabbed them, heading over to Mrs. Mero's classroom. When she opened the door, she saw Mrs. Mero standing there was a boy with brown hair. That boy was Randy Orton.
"There she is!" The teacher exclaimed, turning around. Skye and Randy locked eyes. "Randy Orton, this is Skye Alexander. The student I would like you to help. Skye, this is Randy Orton. The wonderful student that is going to help you." She explained, smiling. Mrs. Mero then left the room, leaving Skye and Randy alone, looking at each other.