"Troubles!: Making It Again" it the new version of my first ever story "Troubles". I decided to rewrite it because I wanted to make it a better story with less grammar and spelling mistakes and make it more believable. And not only because of it, but today makes four years since I became a member of this amazing community. Today is my FanFiction Birhtday! LOL ;)
I always loved to write "Troubles!" and I felt rewriting the story, would be a funny way to commemorate my four years. I must confess I feel sad: It has been a while since I'm around and half of people I met already left. I feel my turn to leave this Worl is close :(
Well, it's not a day to feel sad. Thanks to everyone who made these fours years amazing. "Troubles!: Making It Again" is dedicated to all of you.
Title: Troubles!: Making It Again
Summary: Stacy Keibler is the newest Vicent Kennedy McMahon School student. It could be just another year, if the person she hates most wasn't around, John Cena. Will the hate turn out something more?
Characters: I'm keeping the same characters and couples (with some changes in the storylines they are involved)
Vincent Kennedy McMahon School was considered one of the most prestigious private high schools across North America. It sheltered a considerable number of students inside their many classrooms and it provided them with the best education: both intellectual and physical.
Inside one of the various classrooms, Eric Bischoff was trying to call his students' attention. It was not an easy task. Not only it was the second week of classes, but also the math professor was not too popular among the teenagers. If the pupils had an opportunity to skip the class, they wouldn't think twice about it.
Math formulas were all over the blackboard. Eric was explaining the formulas to only a few souls who could keep themselves awake. The ones, who wouldn't use the class to take a nap, would spend ninety minutes scratching their notebooks or sending illicit cell phone messages under the desk to another classroom not too far away.
The attentive class was one of the three seniors' classes. The twenty finalists were spread around the room. It was always a crazy run to take a seat in the last row where were fewer opportunities to be caught neglecting the math numbers.
A smirk crossed Eric's face when his eyes caught a student sleeping. It was not the first time they discovered something as this. Eric would always feel thrilled when it happened. And he would always feel more excited when the sleeping student belonged to his blacklist.
Interrupting the explanation, something which wasn't noticed by too many, Eric picked up from the desk a book and made his way to the sleeping student. The boy could occupy a seat on the last row, but Eric eagle eyes had caught him hidden behind so many torsos and heads.
Only when the professor slammed with the book on the tabletop the seniors inside the classroom realised the professor wasn't anymore at their front. Heads turned around to watch the angry teacher trying to dish the student.
- Good morning Mr. Cena - Eric said. Opening his eyelids, John took a look at the man standing at his front with a malicious expression. - Did you take a good nap?
John cleared his throat before an answer ran through his mouth. The feelings Eric had toward him were reciprocal.
- I made you question Mr. Cena. If you don't want to make a visit to Mr. McMahon's office, you should answer.
- It could have been better - John finally spoke. He was still half asleep and wasn't very aware of his answers.
- Is that so? - Eric asked with a very fake tone of curiosity in his voice. - I think it was because you were sleeping on a desk and not on a comfy bed.
- No, it was because I was dreaming with an annoying man who would stop repeating "In any right triangle, the area of the square whose side is the hypotenuse is equal..." - Before John ended his sentence, the professor sent him a dirty glance. It was better to cut John off before he gave him a reason to send him to the Principal's office.
- The Pythagorean Theorem will be the last of your problems if I caught you sleeping once again during my class - Eric advised. Turning around the man made his way back to the blackboard. - Miss Stratigias, if you want to stay with your cell phone, put it back inside your bag.
Rolling her eyes, Trish placed the blackberry inside her case. The blonde looked at John, who was sat at the desk at her side, and sent him a dirty glance. John shrugged his shoulders.
It didn't take too long until Eric's voice echoed through the room with another no sense explanation.
John yawed. He was feeling sleepy once again. Before his eyes closed, a hand hit him in the back of his head. The hand belonged to not other than Randy Orton, who was sat on the front desk.
- What did you do last night? - Randy asked. Once in a while, he would glance over his shoulder to make sure Eric wasn't with his eyes on them.
- Why should have I done something last night? - John mumbled under his breath.
- You fell asleep and because of it I almost lost my phone - Trish whispered. With the blackberry inside her white case, Trish kept her silent conversation.
- It's not my fault if Bischoff almost take away your phone. You should have hidden it better - John replied without look at the blonde. His hand on the head was keeping it upright.
- I'm sat in the last row. If you don't call the man's attention, I don't need to hide anything from him.
- Are you going to tell me now what happened for you look a zombie or do we need to wait until the mummy finishes the class? - Randy asked ignoring the petit blonde and his sleepy friend exchange of words.
- Mr. Orton I can be a mummy, but I heard perfectly what you said.
For a moment Randy froze. Taking a deep breath, he turned around slowly. The hated Math professor was once again standing at their side. It wasn't the best sensation in the World to be caught talking trash about someone who was right behind you.
- My last drop of patience with you had just vanished. Mr. Orton and Miss Stratigias, you have an encounter with Mr. McMahon.
Trish was going to grumble when saw Eric's eagle eyes on her blackberry. To make sure he wasn't going to take it from her, Trish threw it to inside her purse.
- And please take Mr. Cena with you too - Eric said in his way back to his desk. - This is a classroom, not a bedroom.
Between Randy insulting Eric and Trish hiding her blackberry, John's eyelids closed again.
Outside the particular secondary was a pleasant view. Very well taken-care gardens with flowerbeds and tall trees. In the next months the green surrounding the view would become brown and golden. The Summer was already over and the Autumn was ready to spread multicolour leaves.
While students were making their way out of the school building, a hatchback parked in front of the school grounds. The passenger's door was opened to reveal the newest Vicente Kennedy McMahon Secondary student: a tall blonde named Stacy Keibler.
The driver got out of the car and went to open the trunk. He pulled out of it a dark blue luggage bag. The teenager walked to the man to take the bag with her.
- Thank you - Stacy thanked. With a bag on her hand and another on her shoulder, Stacy was ready to leave to the school grounds.
The blonde waited for the car to leave before walking into the school. The heavy bag gave her some problems while she was making her way to the school's secretary, but at the end she got there. She left the bag in the hall before stepping into the room.
A woman was sat behind a computer screen. Minutes spend and the woman didn't come to receive the young blonde. The silence was becoming uncomfortable.
- Hello, I'm new here - Stacy said hoping the woman would give her attention. The woman sent her a glance before returning to her task.
Confused, Stacy bit her lips before speaking once again: - Am I in the right place?
- Yes Miss Keibler, you are in the right place. I'm confirming your registration - the woman finally answered. A few minutes later, she stood up and walked to Stacy. - The school members wish you good luck in this new school year and hope you enjoy being here.
The older woman opened a drawer and took from there a key. She handed it to Stacy.
- This is the key from your bedroom. You are going to share it with two other girls. - A bell was heard outside the room. Few seconds later, the sound of students living their classrooms echoed through the hall. - If you need help to find your residence, you can ask your new colleagues where it is.
- Thank you - Stacy said and then turned around to leave the room. This woman was one of the nicest people she had ever met.
Rolling the knob, Stacy was steeping out of the room when remembered she had forgotten to ask about her uncle, who was expecting her.
She glanced over her shoulder at the woman and saw she was once again working in the computer. Something told the blonde if she interrupted the woman once again, she would be sent out of the room by one of the windows.
"I can find him by myself" Stacy thought and finally left the room. The once empty halls were now full of students walking from a side to another.
Trying to run from the confusion in the hall, inside one of the bathrooms three senior students were reunited.
- I don't get it - Amy exclaimed paying attention to her cell phone screen. Both Torrie and Candice moved their eyes from their reflex in the mirror to Amy's annoyed expression. They sent her a questioner look. - Trish didn't any my message and doesn't answer my call.
- I never said anything, but you and Trish need to easy down - Candice exclaimed and received a confused expression by the woman with red hair. - If you weren't dating Matt, I would think there is something going between you two more than a friendship.
Amy rolled her eyes and decided to not give Candice an answer. The brunette's face formed a victorious smirk.
- What do you think about going out tonight? - Torrie proposed to her friends. It had been a couple of rough moments and she needed clear her head.
Since her boyfriend, Billy, left for college he had become very busy to spend time with her. Rare were the occasions she would spend time with him. Thinking about her breaking in pieces relationship brought tears to her eyes.
- What's wrong sweetie? - Candice queried when saw Torrie's eyes watery.
- Nothing - Torrie answered and offered her friend a fake smile. She loved her friends to dead, but she felt her relationship with Billy was a very private subject right now. It wasn't something she wanted to talk about with her friends until she figured out what was going to happen next. - So, do you want to go out tonight or not? We can ask the guys to come with us.
- I'm going to send Trish a message about it - Amy said opening her cell phone and started texting a message - and maybe she will finally answer me.
- I guess we can go out. I need a few hours of fun after two weeks of classes. - Candice took a look at Torrie. It was visible the blonde was still sad. Candice wanted to comfort her and know the reason of her sadness. When she was going to open her mouth, she realized maybe it was better to speak about what was boring Torrie another time. They could speak when they were alone in the shared bedroom.
- You can finally ask Randy what is going on between you two - Amy exclaimed. Candice took her eyes from Torrie and sent Amy a dirty look.
It had been months since she and Randy had initiated a friend with benefits relationship. Candice didn't mind having this kind of relationship with him. Many girls were jealous of her. But the constantly talk about them assuming to be a couple was stressing her out.
The three girls took her belongings and left the school bathroom. The hall was still full of students, but there was less confusion.
A girl making her way through the students with luggage called Torrie's attention. A smile crossed her face and all the Billy's concerns faded away when she realized who the girl us.
Torrie stepped into the girl's direction leaving a confused Candice and Amy behind. She tapped on the girl on the shoulder, to call her attention. The blonde teenager turned around to be received by a tight hug from Torrie.
- I can't believe you are here Stace - Torrie whispered to Stacy's ear. She was not faking the feeling: Torrie was happier than ever for having her best friend around.
The two teenagers had been friends since their childhood. They met at kindergarten and went through elementary and middle school together. They only followed different paths when Torrie enrolled McMahon's private school. But even with the scarce opportunities to spend time with each other they kept their friendship during all those years. The last shinny and bright Summer, they spent it together.
- Nice to see you too, Torrie - Stacy replied when they broke the hug. A tender smile was formed by her lips. She wasn't to be alone in her new school.
I'm sorry for the spealling and grammar mistakes. English isn't my first language.
I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. Please, leave your opinion. ;)
xoxo
Ainat