Another one? Oh yeah, here I go again. I've got another story from the awesome mind of the one and only Sara. Disclaimer time. I own nothing here. Sara and Caden belong to WWE'sFinestDiva2012 and the WWE and it's Superstars are unfortunately out of my reach in real life. At the moment, I'm rating it T for language and sexual situations. If it turns out that I need to change it, I'll let ya know!

Just a thought, we should make a community for all of the Sara stories. That way it will be easier for us to find them.


As she walked across the room, she met his eyes. They were a unmistakable set of eyes that she would never forget. In fact, some may say that she was haunted by them. The first time she saw them was eighteen years earlier, almost to the day. Shivers went down her spine as the look he gave her was almost identical to the one he had given her then. That cool Massachusetts day in October of 1994 may have been a long time ago, but she remembered it as clear as if it were yesterday...

Moving is never easy. Especially when you're in high school. Sara Molinaro needed to make a choice when her parents were offered a job in New York for six months as she was about to start her junior year. She didn't want to leave Massachusetts, but none of her friends were able to take her in on the semi-permanent basis. So Sara opted to do the next best thing. She enrolled at Cushing Academy and was given permission to take weekends off to visit her friends in Newton. This was something that made her, as well as her parents, happy.

When Sara got to Cushing, the term had already started. So that made things slightly worse on her. She had a roommate, but the girl was a complete bitch. The other girl, who simply identified herself as Becky, literally got out her masking tape and made a line down the room. If this were any indication of how things would be at this school, Sara would be in New York by the end of the week. Still, she didn't let the actions of just one student get to her. She simply rolled her eyes at the actions of her roommate. She knew that if things got to a point where living with Becky was not an optimal choice, she would inform whomever she needed in order to rectify the situation.

Sara had received her class schedule, but her campus tour had been brief. She had no idea where any of her classes were, and of course Becky wasn't going to be any help. First period would be starting soon and all of the students were scattered, running to their classrooms in attempt to beat the bell. She attempted to stop a number of peers, asking for directions, but not a single one even acknowledged her. As the halls began to clear a bit, she sighed to herself. She was going to be late and she was completely lost.

"Oh no, that's okay. I can find everything on my own," she spun around, going for another hallway, but was stopped by a solid mass of a body. Great, she ran into one of the football players. This was going to go over so well for her. She blinked, slowly looking up to see a smiling face look down on her.

"I take it you're the new girl?" the boy's smile grew. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and he dressed as if he was just an extra in a rap video. Yet, he was definitely white.

"That obvious?" she groaned. Part of her was immediately attracted to this boy, but she had enough self-control to not throw herself at him.

"It's a small school. Complicated and intimidating if you don't know where you're going, but with the right guide, you'll figure it out in no time," he shrugged, not to concerned with making it to his own class on time.

"So does that mean you're offering your assistance?" she offered him a hopeful smile, adjusting her backpack on her flannel shirt.

"I am," he reached for the paper in her hand and looked it over. "I do apologize for our classmates. I promise that they're not always so far stuck up their own asses. Mondays never seem to be the most alert day around here."

"I've noticed. Unlike my roommate, everyone else just seems distracted," Sara sighed, looking him over as he walked her to her first class.

"Who'd you end up with?" he chuckled, stealing glances at her as well.

"All she would tell me was that her name was Becky," she shrugged.

The boy winced, "yeah... she's... I would avoid her as much as possible. Not that I'm sure how much you can, but I'm sure you get what I mean."

She nodded, "I'm sure I can manage."

"Alright, so you're second period is right down that hall," he pointed down a hall as they passed it, "third is where we ran into each other, and first is right here. If you want to wait outside, maybe we could get lunch together?"

She nodded, "sounds good to me. Wait, what's your..." she stopped as she saw him dash down the hall once more to get to his own class. "Name." she sighed, shrugging. She'd get his name when they went to lunch. She took a deep breath, preparing for her first class in a new school. The day hadn't started out too bad. At least she seemed to make one friend. A cute one at that.

Sara made it through the first half of her day with little embarrassment. She knew the routine before it even started. Introduce herself at the beginning of class. Tell everyone a little about herself. Make it through the class. Nothing too drastic. For the most part, everything went well. She even met a few girls much nicer than her roommate, which was a definite bonus. Toward the end of third period, a couple of girls asked her if she wanted to go to lunch with them.

She smiled, shaking her head. "Thanks, but I already have an offer."

"Is that so?" A blonde girl asked, grinning. Sara believed she said that her name was Melissa.

Sara nodded, "he helped me to my first class. I didn't get his name, but judging by his build, I'd say he's on the football team, or something."

"Checking out boys on your first day, Sara?" a brunette giggled.

"It was sort of hard not to," Sara blushed a little, "Nicky, right?"

The girl nodded, "you're learning quickly."

Sara smiled, "I'm good with names."

"Any other description of this mystery boy?" Melissa smirked.

"He sort of looked like a rapper," Sara giggled as the bell rang.

The girls stood up together as Nicky's eyes went wide. "You mean John Cena?"

Sara shrugged as they walked to the door. "Like I said, I didn't get his name."

Melissa and Nicky waited with Sara as the boy that helped her earlier walked up to them.

"Him?" Nicky motioned to him as he approached them.

Sara nodded, blushing a bit more.

"Lucky," Melissa giggled. "Well, I guess we'll see you later."

"Hey Melissa. Hey Nicky," John grinned. "Keeping the new girl company for me?"

Nicky nodded, "be good, Cena," she teased as she walked away with the other girl.

Sara raised an eyebrow. "Be good?"

"They're just teasing, I promise." He brought an arm around her shoulders. "Shall we?"

Sara nodded, "so it's John?"

"Yup, and your name is?" He smiled as they walked toward the cafeteria.

"Sara Molinaro. Please don't ask me the questions all of the teachers have been asking me," she laughed.

"I can think of betters ones. Classroom questions aren't... friendly." He smirked as they got in line. "So how was the first half of your day?" he asked as he picked up two trays, handing her one.

Sara shrugged, taking the tray. "As well as can be expected. It's definitely different than what I'm used to."

"Are you from Massachusetts?" He knew that this was going to turn into twenty questions, but how else do you get to know someone?

She nodded, "I'm from Newton. What about you?"

"West Newbury. What brings you here?" He asked as he made his selections.

"My parents had to go to New York for six months, but I didn't want to be that far away from my friends. So have you been here for all of high school?"

He nodded, "it just felt like the best choice for me. I could have went to school with my brothers, but this is what I wanted."

She smiled, "how many brothers do you have?"

"Four. I'm the second oldest of five," he nodded as they paid for his meal.

"That's cool. I'm an only child," she answered before he could ask and paid for her's.

"Reading my mind already?" He chuckled as he walked across the room, finding a table for them to sit at. He normally sat with his friends, but he wanted to get to know Sara first before throwing her into his clique.

As they sat down, she blushed. "The get to know you conversation is a little on the predictable side."

He paused, thinking for a moment. "How do you feel about skydiving?"

She blinked a few times before busting out laughing. "Well, you've done it, John Cena."

He laughed, nodding. "There were other ways I could have gone, but this is still technically a first impression. We don't know each other well enough for me to bring out the really crazy stuff yet."

She raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Well... I've never done it, but I'm definitely open to trying it."

"Very good answer," he laughed a little more. "I see you're into the grunge look. Do you listen to any other sort of music?"

She nodded, "I'm into almost everything. If the beat and lyrics are good, I'll listen to it. I just like to dress like this because it's comfortable."

"Comfort is important. I really don't know how some girls dress the way the do and still feel good about themselves," he looked over to the table with the slutty girls who were all eyeing them with bitchy looks on their faces. He rolled his eyes. "And speaking of, it looks like they're getting jealous right now."

Sara smirked, looking over into the direction where John was. She saw Becky and waved at her, moving closer to John for effect. "I have a feeling I'm going to spend little to no time in my room if she's one of those girls."

"Let's hope she doesn't kill you in your sleep. She's been after me for a while," he groaned.

"Do I have permission to tell her that you're good if it comes up?" she licked her lips with an evil glint her eyes.

"Good?" he blinked, momentarily choking on his drink.

She shrugged, "I figure I may as well rub it in her face that you'd rather hang out with the new girl. Saying something vague like you're good and leaving it at that would just make it more fun."

"Well, as long as we're on the subject. I'm not like most high school jocks. I'm not looking for the quickest way to get into your pants." He stated calmly, regaining his composure.

She smiled, "I don't play it that way, anyway. If a guy is going to get into my pants, it will be on my terms." Yeah, she just practically admitted that she was a virgin, but she was sixteen. There wasn't anything written that a girl had to give it up at a certain age.

He nodded, a smile playing across his lips. "I think that I'm really going to like you, Sara Molinaro."

She grinned, finishing her food. "Maybe this place won't be so bad."