"McMahon?" The teacher called, and Sarah had to flinch, she could feel the stares already on her.
"Here..." She raised her hand tentively, the teacher -a Ms. Becker- stoped to look at her with wide eyes and Sarah knew what she was thinking- what everyone in the room was thinking.
She doesn't look anything like Triple H or Stephanie. Why is she in art class? Shouldn't she be in wrestling or something? I would've thought they would homeschool her. Why isn't she traveling with her parents? God she must be a slut getting all those hot guys in the lockeroom. God she is so lucky, those superstars are hot! I wonder if she's banged John Cena?
Finally after a long pause and many excited whispers, Ms. Becker moved on and Sarah could breathe once more. Day one and I'm already an outcast. She thought, letting out a sigh. With a slight twitch of nervousness she glanced around to find many of her classmates staring openly. The brunette sent them a sharp glare and they flinched back, like Triple H would jump out of the cabinets if they didn't obey her.
Sarah had begged her parents to let her transfer to the new school, partly so she could make a new start -preferably as an invisible girl- but mostly so she could take the specialized art classes the school offered. After many months of begging and pleading she finally transfered from Greenwich High School and into Connecticut's School of Juniour Artistry.
She liked the school when she had toured it with her Grandma, it gave classes on painting, sculpting, drawing, animation, modeling, interior design, creative writing, and theatre technology. After passing the audition with her portforlio, insisting to her family she didn't need them to make a sizeable contribution to bribe her way in, she was currently taking two classes on drawing, two on painting, one on modeling, and two on creative writing.
Her parents had tried to get her interested in the family business, as the oldest she was expected to carry on the legacy, but even when she was little she had been more interested in art and dancing. Sarah knew it was alittle disappointing to her parents but when it became apparent she wasn't going to go into wrestling they were as supportive as ever with her art. Lessons, supplies, and even holding it for auction at Wrestlemania Access, her father was particularly proud of his talented daughter and hug her work in his office.
The rest of Sarah's day continued on like that, Teachers and students looking at her in shock and envy. At lunch she had sat alone but didn't mind to much, at the end of the day she just figured she would just go on with her life and try to prove everyone wrong. It worked for her Dad and Uncle Shawn, why couldn't it work for her too?
"I'm home!" She called to the empty house, her baby sisters were currently living with Uncle Shane and his wife in the next town, they had tried to get her to go with them but she prefered the solitude. Plus she needed to be close to her school.
She sat down her keys next to the others, she could've taken the car her parents had bought her last month or even one of theirs, but she preferred to walk the mile and a half. No reason to make the other kids hate her more because she had a car.
"Hey, Pumpkin!" A voice called from further down the hall, she jumped, no one had messaged her they were visiting. Suddenly the face of Adam Copeland came into view and she relazed alittle.
"Hey, Adam." Sarah smiled, the Canadian often visited her when he had some down time, wanting to keep her company for a few days before going off to shoot something else. "I wish you would call before dropping in like this."
"Wheres the fun in that?" He called disappearing into the kitchen. To eat all my food no doubt. Sarah thought, rolling her eyes.
"How's showbiz?" She asked following him, hoping to make a snack before watching Raw.
"Eh I miss wrestling, I'm thinking about asking your Gramps if I can be like General manager or something." The blonde called, head in the fridge.
"Yeah you should call him tomorrow," She said reaching into the cabinets for a plate. "Tonight he's gonna fire Paul Heyman so he'll be in a good mood for awhile." She heard him drop whatever he was holding, a bottle of tea.
"You're kidding?!" His grin was wide and toothy, intimidating if she didn't know him.
"Nope he's sick of the guy, we all are. I had to meet him one time, ugh it was horrible." She shuddered and made a face at the memory. "I felt like everything he said had a double meaning."
"Yeah he's pretty hard to be around. Ah I can't wait to watch that!" He went back to making himself a sandwhich, Sarah cutting up some fruit and cheeses. Adam made a face at that. "God are you going back to being a vegetarian?"
"No, and there is nothing wrong with that. But Mom was worried I'd have an Iron defficientcy." She laughed, tossing a grape at him.
He swatted wildly at the fruit, making her laugh and almost drop her plate. Finally Adam had his sandwhich and they sat on the couch, ready for Raw. There was the basic stuff, big talkers and attitudes, a couple matches and some momentum building.
"So how was your first day?" Adam asked during the Diva's segment.
"Okay for a first day in Feburary when everyone else has their friends already." She mumbled, not really enthusiastic. "Didn't help that I got labeled a McMahon freak witin the first three minutes."
"How many people bugged you with questions?" He grinned at his discomfort.
"Twenty-seven, most of them about how good certain wrestlers are in bed," She deadpanned and he had to laugh at how miserable she sounded.
"What did you tell them?"
"At first I was just like 'Oh I don't know, I'm a virgin' but towards the end of the day I got so sick of it I may have started some rumors." She grinned evily. "I told one chick I walked in on the Shield have a three way. And one boy asked if my dad and Uncle Shawn are lovers."
"You didn't!" Adam cackled.
"Oh and that isn't even the half of it!" She giggled loudly. "I said that the entire DX is gay for each other and they have regular orgies. And that my mom is a cover for all this and likes to sit and watch." The two were laughing so hard they almost missed Vince's enterance and the beginings of his speech.
"Oh! Shhhhh! Shut up!" Adam shouted, tears of mirth streaming down his face, hand shoved over her mouth.
They watched, edge of their seats, when Vince was about to say those oh so famous words. Brock Lesnar's music hit, Sarah let out a cry of dismay. What was he doing here? He wasn't supposed to be here! "Someone do something!" She cried, real tears in her eyes. "Someone help him!"
Adam wrapped his arms around her loosely, trying to comfort her as they watched her Grandfather get F-Fived. The brunette let out a shriek, letting the tears fall, as they paramedics wheeled Vince off. The phone rang and they both scrambled for it. Adam got to it first, pressing the speaker button. "Hello?"
"Adam? Where's Sarah?" It was her Grandma.
"I'm here Nana! Did you see?"
"Yes, dear I did. I'm flying out with your Mother and Uncle tomorrow morning, do you want me to buy you a ticket?"
"No, Nana, I'm sorry but I can't miss school." Sarah wanted so much to go, to see her Grandpa, to avoid the questions that would no doubt get thrown at her tomorrow. "Send him my love, please?"
"Of course, Sweety. You're right, he would have a fit if you were missing out on showing off your gift to everyone at that school. He'll understand."
"Linda." Adam called into the reciever. "I'm gonna stay with Sarah for a couple days, I'll get Christian or someone with time off to come look over her when I have to leave. Buy her a ticket to visit him this weekend. Okay?"
"Yes, thank you. Hunter and Stephanie and I appreciate you always looking out for her. Thank you."
"Bye, Nana. I love you." Sarah sniffled.
"Bye Sarah-Sweety. I love you, too." And the dial tone sounded off. Adam gave Sarah another hug, resting his chin on her head as she cried softly.
"Shhh, shh, Gramps is tough, he'll be fine." He rubbed her back slowly. "Watch by next Monday he'll be back out there, hitting people with chairs. Your Dad won't let Brock get away with this."
Suffice to say Sarah didn't sleep very well that night, plenty of people called both the house phone and her cell. Mostly wrestlers she was friends with calling to make sure she was okay and she wasn't alone. Adam answered most of them and made sure he was in the other room so she could get anymore upset. Sarah slept on the couch, Adam lounging on the chair next to her.
The next day was Hell, she woke up at three in the morning after geting two hours of sleep, took a cold shower that consisted of her just standing under the water and just hoping all the dirty and grime of yesterday would be washed away without any soap. She had tried to skip out on breakfast but her blonde companion was stubborn and refused to leave until she ate all the pancakes he had made her to cheer her up.
After replying to various text messages she'd gotten over the night she dressed slowly, nothing fancy dirty jeans, combat boots, and a Triple H shirt. Adam walked her to school after her refusal to ride in a flashy car, he didn't want her to walk alone while she was still so shaken. The pair got plenty of looks along the way, a few girls came up trying to flirt with Adam only to be comepletely ignored by them both.
"You know people are gonna really judge now because of this." She sighed, feet dragging slowly.
"I'll kick their asses," He smiled ruffling her hair. "Just let me know if anyone gives you any problems alright?"
"Yeah sure," She said as they arrived to the front of the school, he handed her backpack over. "Bye Addy. Love you."
"Love you too, Kiddo." He gave her a one arm hug. "If you feel overwhelmed call me, I'll take you home, okay?"
She nodded and opened the doors, feeling everyone turn to stare, it was unnerving. Then they started whispering, she caught bits and ends of some. Most were rumors of her and her 'boyfriend' Edge or her Grandpa's injury. With a groan she trudged into her first period.
The rest of the day was filled with open stares and probing questions from teachers and students alike. But she managed to make it through without busting a gasket. The rest of the week was just as bad, if not worse, by Friday she was at her limit, she had threatened to rip off one girls head and punch a teacher in the face if they asked her one more question regarding her Grandpa.
Adam had left Wednesday to do some promotions in Hollywood, promising to be back by Sunday to keep her company, in his absence was Jay Reso -Christian- Evan Bourne and Bo Dallas. The three men weren't involved in any matches currently and were more than happy to keep the High Schooler company while her family was out of town. So when Sarah was feeling drained and sad she decided to call Jay while holing herself up in one of the janitor closets.
"Hey, Jay." She sighed. "Yeah I'm about to blow up and I really don't feel like getting expeled in my first week. Can you please come get me?"
"Sure, Princess." She flinched at the nickname.
"Don't call me that." She whined.
"Sarah is Hebrew for princess and I'm a grown ass man so I'll say whatever I want." She could pratically hear the smirk in his voice. "Anyways, go to class and we'll be there to sign you out in a few minutes."
"Alright." She sighed again, eyes tired. "Bye."
Class was half-way over when she entered, the teacher -Mrs. Grandam- only gave her a small smile that Sarah returned. Mrs. Grandam was her painting teacher, a nice older lady that was a tad excentric always with paint on her hands and hair, Sarah's favorite teacher. The students around her were whispering and giggling, her name coming up several times. Not two seconds before she was about to turn around and yell at them did Jay, Evan and Bo enter.
"Hi, we're here to pick up Sarah." Evan flashed Mrs. Grandam his award winning smile. Sarah wanted to cry out in joy, rushing up to stand beside them.
"Thank God!" She huffed, nearly dead on her feet from exhaustion. The class was starting to talk and gossip with the superstars in the room, a few girls trying to impress the men by pushing their chests out and batting their eyes.
"Do you have the note from the office?" Mrs. Grandam asked with a smile, Jay held it up and let her take hold of it to read.
"We gotta get you home and pack, your flight is at 8 tomorrow." Bo smiled and patted her on the shoulder sympathetically. "Evan here gonna go with ya."
"Why?" She turned to look up at him, ignoring the eager stares of her class mates.
"To keep you company and make sure no one messes with ya." Bo chuckled knowing how annoyed Sarah got when she has to have a 'body guard.' She looked at a grinning Evan with a bored look.
"My hero."
"You know sarcasm hurts, Princess." Jay flicked her temple ducking when she went to swatt at him.
"Alright, I signed this." Mrs. Grandam spoke up. "Just turn this into the front desk on your way out."
"Thank you." Evan flashed another smile.
"Have a nice weekend, Sarah. I hope you feel better soo." The elder woman said with a smile.
"Thank you." Sarah said bashfully, rubbing the back of her head while her class mates rolled their eyes and stared after her and her friends as they left.
"Wow you are not liked in that school." Jay laughed when they got in the car.
"Yeah, when wrestlers walk you to school and pick you up early and travel with you on planes, bitches get jealous." Sarah sighed head lulling to the side as she sat in the front.
"Bitches, man." Bo said.
"Yeah that really helps my sistuation out, Dallas." She snapped.
"Did you see some of those chicks?" Evan piped up. "I swear it looked they thought you were stealing us from them."
"Some people are delusional and think they stand a chance with Superstars." Jay answered as they pulled into the drive way, he turned to say something more to Sarah when he noticed the slight snores she was making.
"Dude we've been driving for like two minutes. How'd she fall asleep?" Bo whispered, scared of waking her.
"I don't think she's been sleeping at all since Monday." Jay said as they exited the car, Bo carefully pulling her out of the car and carring her into the house.
"Let her sleep for awhile, I'll wake her up in time to pack." Evan said from the kitchen Bo nodded carrying the brunette up the stairs. "Hey Jay, help me make dinner."
"Sure, so basically Hamburger Helper?"
"Yep come on, I doubt that chick has eaten since Adam left."