A/N: Hi! Well, let's see…

I'm a newbie here. .. ..in the wrestling section. I had an account in the anime department some years ago, but this is the first time I'm going to write WWE fics. So I'm open to suggestions and everything, okay?

Summary: Randy Orton and his friends John Cena and Chris Jericho own Bayville High, and they could get everything they wanted. Then Randy decides he wants Stacy Keibler, the only girl in school who isn't impressed with him. Gosh, I really do suck at summaries.

Here goes!

Chapter One

"I'm telling you, guys," Chris Jericho had the left phone of his iPod stuck in his ear. The right one was left swinging around so he could talk to his friends. "Playing the field is better than going steady. I mean, you have more fun, hook up with more girls… They, like, totally exist for our use, know what I mean?"

"Dawg." John Cena said. "That depends on the girl. Sluts are sluts. But other girls… uhh.. say… Torrie Wilson... that's a different story." He colored slightly as he spoke.

Chris sighed. His friend's infatuation with the beautiful swim club captain was no secret. Among them, anyway.

Meanwhile, a girl came hurrying down the hall and bumped into their other friend Randy Orton, who'd been silent throughout the conversation. She fell on the floor as her books scattered around.

"I...I… I'm sorry," she stammered almost inaudibly as Randy reached down to pull her up. Chris picked the books up and handed them over. "Th-Thanks."

"Whatever." Randy replied in a bored voice.

The girl's face was red as she quickly walked away. Chris and John grinned. Along with his looks, attitude, and the fact that he was one of the most popular guys in school, Randy made almost all the girls blush and stammer in his presence. Randy meanwhile, gave a soft sigh.

"What's wrong?" John asked. "You're not acting like yourself."

"Nothing, man."

"Hmm. I bet he's wishing someone else bumped into him," Chris piped up.

John caught on. "I don't know, Chris. I think she's kind of busy dancing and shouting across the football field."

"Well." Chris gestured toward the field. "She's out there, man. Waiting for you to catch her if she trips. Come on. If she's really tired, she'd fall for your charms like that." He knew how much his friend liked to show off.

"Stacy Keibler does not trip, okay?" Randy cut in. "Anyway, I need to get some sleep."

"What's up with you? You sick?"

"Nah. I just don't feel good, okay? I just need to sleep it off." Randy headed toward his car.

"Hey! Randy, wait!" John called out. He was sitting in the bleachers, twirling something silver in his hand.

"What!" Randy asked irritably.

"Found this. Umm... I think… … ahem... someone dropped this. Here. You can have it." He tossed it towards Randy.

"Huh? A baton?" Randy turned it over and over. The corners of his lips rose slightly as he saw the letters written in black marker: SMK. "Thanks, man."

"Hey hey!" Chris said. "You're feeling better now, huh?"

John snickered.

"Whatever. See you Tuesday." Randy got into his car and drove off.

"So, where you headed?" Chris asked John. "I know I've got band practice."

"Yeah." John nodded. "Football hasn't started, but girls' swimming has. I think I'll watch." He looked away to hide his red face.

"See ya." The guys went their separate ways.

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Randy let himself into the Ortons' huge house. As usual, it was empty. He sank into the couch and sighed, twirling Stacy's baton between his fingers. He looked around the spacious living room. "Damn it, I don't even need any of these things here. Or in this house. Or in school. And what I really want isn't here. Sheesh."

That thing he really wanted wasn't really a thing. It was a girl named Stacy Marie Keibler. Girls normally threw themselves at his feet, but she wasn't among the choices. She was different. As head cheerleader, you'd expect she was a snob. Or a flirt. Or a slut. She wasn't.

She remained really sweet, but there was a rut: she thought of Randy Orton as one hell of an arrogant, conceited jerk.

"Oh, well, Stacy." Randy murmured. "I'll have your heart yet."

End of chapter

Chapter Two: Randy gives Stacy's baton back... And Stacy starts getting confused about what she thinks Randy thinks of her… (uhh… do you get that last part! )