Crushing on a Werewolf
Warning: Language, violence, various supernatural themes and eventual slash content.
Disclaimer: Thankfully for them, I don't own WWE or any assets of it. Because I know just exactly what would be happening if I did…
Summary: High school student John Cena has a crush on school jock Randy Orton…but does he know exactly what he's in for?
Author's Note: Wow, my ninth story. Don't I feel special?
Chapter 1 – What Seemed So Innocent
Curse my mom's therapeutic tendencies.
Well, an introduction is what I guess I need here. My name is John Felix Anthony Cena. I'm seventeen years old and a senior at Vincent Kennedy High School.
High school. What a joke. I really don't like school…like at all, in fact, if it wasn't for my dream of becoming a professional wrestler, I'd bail out of it right now. The weird thing is, though, that I used to love going to school. I was an A-B student, I had plenty of friends, and life was good.
But that was before I made it into high school. Once I arrived there, everything changed for the worst. A good amount of my friends turned on me to get in with the popular crowd, and I basically became an everyday victim of the horrors of high school. I started becoming depressed; I even turned to suicidal tendencies. But the remainder of my friends helped me through it, and unfortunately my mother is still quite scared that I will return to those tendencies despite the major improvement I've made. Which is why you're here, you dumb journal.
It seems I'm stuck with you for a while, so I might as well stop hating your guts because you're not going anywhere.
I twiddled with my pencil. It was 11:00 in the morning, and I was currently in Mr. Michaels' history class. He had just given out a pop quiz and I found it rather difficult.
"You did study, didn't you?" my close friend Eve asked me. "Of course," I lied. It was a vain lie however, Eve was sharp when it came to honesty, and it didn't help that she knew me like the palm of her hand.
I wiped a droplet of sweat off my forehead. Mr. Michaels always kept the classroom warmer than usual.
I glanced over at Eve as he set her pencil on the desk and handed her test to Mr. Michaels, finishing her test earlier than the other students as she always did. I, not wanting to waste any more unnecessary brain power on this stupid quiz, wrote in my best answers for the questions and handed my test in.
Eve walked beside me on the way to lunch after class. Many would say Eve was my closest friend, and in a way, it was true. Eve stuck by me through thick and thin, when only scarce others did the same.
"Eve, can I ask you something?" I asked her as she waved hello to some of the girls.
"Of course, Johnny," Eve replied.
"Am I stupid?"
"Absolutely not. You just don't apply yourself like you should," she said, looking me dead in the eye.
"I guess I'll have to work on that," I responded. The two of us entered the lunchroom. I wasn't hungry, so I found our usual table and sat down. Eve walked over to the lunch line to buy something to eat.
Our friends Daniel Bryan, Evan Bourne, and Beth Carolan took a seat at the table I was at. Apart from Eve, these were the only people that didn't jump ships on me in the start of high school.
"Hey, John," Daniel said. Daniel was the shy, reserved kid in our circle. He didn't like to get in or witness arguments and he usually kept the peace. Despite his reserved nature, he was currently dating one of the girls on the cheerleading team, Gail Kim.
"What's up, Johnny-boy?" Evan exclaimed. I swear, Evan is like Daniel's polar opposite. He was loud, rambunctious, out-spoken, and very energetic. He was a star player on the soccer team due to that energy. Talking to him with the idea of beating him to the last word became a lost cause to me many years back. I still loved him, though.
"Hello, John," Beth added. Beth wasn't very popular with the other girls due to her muscular frame, but she held something over them in that she knew how to fight. In fact, she could hold her own against half of the football team if she wanted to.
"Hey guys," I responded to the three of them. Eve soon returned to the table with her tray in hand, greeting everyone before sitting down next to me and across from Beth.
"Dude, that new chemistry teacher is freaking scary," Evan said, referring to Mr. Knox. The rest of us nodded in agreement.
"Not eating today, John?" Daniel asked me.
I shook my head no. "Nope, what about you?"
"Nah, Gail and I are going to get some food later, you know I don't eat the food around here," Daniel said. I had forgotten that he was a committed vegetarian.
"I still don't see how someone like you are dating her," Eve piped up, taking a gigantic bite out of her apple.
"I don't know either, but I'm definitely not complaining," Daniel replied. All of us laughed.
I grabbed my textbooks out of my locker and shoved them in my book bag, ready to get out of school and work on my science project with Evan and Daniel. We were meeting at my house later on; Evan was going to walk home with me while Daniel would swing by after he went out with his girlfriend.
I locked my locker and stepped outside; it was a particularly windy day and I felt goose bumps from my short-sleeved shirt not covering my arms fully.
"Hey, you're John right?"
I turned around instantly to see that none other than the captain of the basketball team, Randy Orton looking down at me. If it was anyone else, I wouldn't have cared, but it just had to be the person who I was secretly in love with. Curse you, cruel fate.
I swallowed a gulp and responded with, "Yeah, that's me."
Randy smiled, showing his sharp canines in particular. I knew people with sharp canines, but Randy's were on a whole new level. I found them to be extremely hot, though.
I said, "What brings you, the captain of the football team, to me, social outcast?" and studied his face for an answer.
"Well-" Randy stopped mid-sentence and cringed his nose. He looked like he had just smelled one of resident giant Khali's giant farts. He sniffed around carefully and looked far off to the side and stepped away. I looked where he was looking and saw Evan, who was eating a sandwich and walking towards me.
"Hey John, you ready to go?" Evan said through bites of his sandwich.
I looked back at Randy. "Randy, you were-" I stopped when I saw his horror-stricken facial expression.
"Rye!" he shouted before running off to the parking lot. I was severely confused.
"What was that about?" Evan said, catching up to where I was. I noticed that he was in fact eating a sandwich on rye bread.
"Nothing…" I lied. My head was hurting from trying to figure out what just happened.
"He ran from this rye like he was a werewolf or something," Evan laughed.
Randy Orton…the love of my life…could he possibly be such a thing?
End of chapter 1. Hope you enjoyed.
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