This is my second attempt at slash, first slash-y chapter fic. Hope I don't blow it
Rating: T (M in later chapters)
Warnings: M/M, some smut in later chapters, maybe even M-preg
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters mentioned in this story, they obviously own themselves. And I do not own the WWE, if I did I wouldn't be sitting at home writing crappy fanfiction.
Phillip Jack Brooks is the name clearly printed on my senior ID card.
"What's up with the middle names this year?" Maria asked from beside me, twirling a string of (obviously died) flaming red hair around her scrawny index finger.
Shrugging I turned to the girl I've called my girlfriend since 8th grade. She was beautiful-no doubt about it-but that's all. She was just a pretty face, no morals, no substance, no nothing- bear with me if you may and look into her eyes, stay close it's ever so easy to get lost in them. You know why? Because there is nothing behind them! It's like an immensely vacant home; no one to guide you, only pretty curtains and a vacant stare people mistake for thoughtful, quite, intelligence. She chattered uselessly for the few (but antagonizing all the same) minutes it took for her duchesses of douche-valley friends to find us.
"Ria!" They all shouted in unison like they've been practicing all summer.
"Kells! Eve! Lay! Alicia!" Maria happily shouts back, indulged in her new captivated audience.
Maria's 'clan' is made up of four other girls exactly like her:
Barbie "Kelly" Blank- Like her name implies she's a 'picture perfect Barbie doll' (her words not mine) and as blank as a sheet of paper. If stupid hurt she's be in a world of agony right about now.
Eve Torres- Surprisingly a reserved girl and from what I hear when she does actually speak she's nice enough, but what do I know? She's also Barbie's best friend so by default was drafted, against her will I like to imagine, into this 'cult' of a friendship.
Layla El- One word: bitch
Alicia Fox- Moved to Chicago last year was quickly taken under Maria's wing, thank god for that, and was transformed into a snide, egotistical, shrew of a person.
"How was your summer Phil?" Barbie asked as I tried my hardest to ignore her.
"Good Barbie thanks for asking."
"I've told you a thousand times," She laughed and placed her hand on my chest briefly, "call me Kelly."
"I'd rather not Barbie."
And the conversation was dropped, as we neared my homeroom I was happy as hell when Layla and Alicia air-kissed Maria and left, plopping down into a seat in the back of the English Lit. class I couldn't help but think, this is gonna be one long ass year.
Review if you want, favorite if you want, do whatever you want just don't flame me bro. Did it suck major ass? Did I do a good job at capturing the essence of CM Punk? Go ahead tell me. I don't have feelings to hurt
