The rest of the school day went okay for Lita. Unfortunately for her, she also had spanish class with John during third period. That was almost half the day spent with that pain. She was hoping he wouldn't be in any of the other same classes as her and since it was the last class of the day, so far so good... until she walked into her last class of the day, Philosophy. "Perfect. I get to start the day with Cena and I get to end the day with that idiot. I love senior year," she said sarcastically, which didn't go unheard by him, as she saw the bane of her existence sitting in the back of the classroom.

She scanned the room because she knew Edge was in this class too. She saw him and decide to take a seat next to him with an empty seat next to the desk she was about to occupy. While she was getting herself situated and talking to the blonde, John looked on from his spot in the back of the classroom when an idea popped into his head to start 'Operation Become Friends With the Redheaded Devil'. He grabbed his books and his backpack and made his way to the empty desk right next to his favorite redhead. He sat down next to her and started to make himself as comfortable as he could for it being school, deciding this was where he wanted to sit. She finally noticed someone had joined her in the empty desk next to hers. She immediately scowled when she saw it was John.

"Someone is sitting there. So if you wouldn't mind- even if you do, I don't care- move."

John smirked. "So you have imaginary friends now?" That earned him a glare and it would have earned him more had the teacher not entered the classroom. "Chill, I'm jokin'."

"Well, someone as in someone other than you. Anyone is better than you. Even a non existent person. So you can move."

"It's a free country, I can sit where I want."

"Well, I already have to sit next to you and freaking work with you in Bio, so I don't think this is necessary." She paused for a brief moment like she was waiting for something before she spoke again. "I'm waiting. Move."

He gestured towards the desk before looking at her and speaking. "All of my stuff is already out here. I don't wanna move it again."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she opened them again and turned to look at Edge who was watching on in amusement. He had nothing against John at all, they were kind of friends since they had some mutual friends. They didn't go out of their own way to hang out with one another, but they did converse every now and then. Just like everyone else, he didn't understand why the two seemed to despise one another so much. "If our friendship means anything to you, you will switch seats with me."

Edge chuckled. "You're over dramatic."

She glared at him. "Switch."

Edge sighed. "Fine."

"I don't want you to move," John started to say feigning he was upset. "I missed you since third period."

"I don't care. Really, I don't," she said getting up from her seat at the desk. She got up to move until she felt a hand on her wrist. "I swear Cena, if that is your hand, I will beat the crap out of you right now."

"And I'll help her," they heard Randy speak as he entered the classroom, which caused John to smirk at him. "What the hell is your problem Cena? Leave my sister alone before I make you do it."

The smirk on John's face widened even more before he turned to Lita who finally took her wrist out of his grasp. "You need little brother to do your dirty work for you? Too bad he-"

"Do we have a problem here?" Their teacher, Coach Michaels, who also happened to be the assistant football coach, asked as he interrupted his student after he finally noticed the little tiff three of his students were having.

"No," John said before Lita or Randy could say anything. "Just making new friends Coach."

"You're so-" Lita tried to interrupt him but he spoke over her.

"You and Coach Flair said you wanted me and Orton to get along this year because you don't want a repeat of last year, so I'm just tryna do that."

Coach Michaels glanced between the three noticing similar looks of glares on the Orton twins, which made him not believe anything John said, but he was going to ignore it as long as the three didn't cause any big disruptions. "Orton, take a seat," he said looking at Randy. "You two," he glanced between Lita and John, "you're fine here. No need to move Miss. Orton." With that said, he left to go to the front of the classroom with the two taking their seats.

"I hate you," Lita said turning to look at Edge, "You should have been more quick to switch with me." Edge simply rolled his eyes at her, but said nothing. She glanced at John for a second, simply giving him a dirty look. John was about to say something, but Mr. Michaels started the class at that moment, so he decided to just talk to her after class.


Lita tried to leave the classroom as fast as she could after class was over with. But she had to talk to Randy for a moment before she went off so she could remind him where to meet her after both of their practices ended, but he said he would just catch a ride with Dave since football practice ran an hour longer than volleyball practice. There was still time before practice, so Lita decided to change into gym clothes for practice before she would head over and watch Christy try out for the cheer squad. That was also her excuse to see Trish. They only had one class, Spanish, together as well as the same lunch period.

She walked over to her locker so she could put her books away before she went to change for practice. She was in the process of putting her books away until she heard an annoying voice call out to her. "Yo Red."

"Ugh," she groaned. She really did want to ignore him and had to question herself when she didn't. "What the hell do you want Cena?"

"You know my name is John."

"You know I don't care." She shut the locker hard and turned to face John with a scowl present on her face. "What the hell do you want... CENA," she repeated putting emphasis on his last name.

He fought the urge to roll his eyes, but failed. "We have three classes together. Well, basically four. But anyways, we also have to work together for the rest of the school year. So I was thinking maybe we could try to get a long and be friends."

Lita stared at him for a moment before she started to burst into laughter. She saw he looked serious and she stopped laughing. "Please tell me you're kidding."

He shook his head. "Not really. I just thought it would be easier if you stopped acting like a psychotic bitch to me all the time. It seems like you only save that act for me."

She closed her eyes and counted to three before she opened her eyes again and spoke. "Yea, well, it would be easier for both of us if you stopped acting like an arrogant jackass all the time."

John decided to ignore her. "So, wanna try gettin' along?"

"Me and you? Friends? Really?" He nodded and Lita started to burst into laughter again just at the thought of the two being friends. "That's not possible." Lita started to walk away towards the gym where cheerleading tryouts were to be held with John staring behind at her. This was going to be harder than he thought, but one hundred bucks could be worth it.

"Still think it's a bad idea," John heard someone from behind him speak up. He turned around and saw it was Jeff who for the second time that day, had told John his bet with Chris with Lita was not a good idea.

"You said you weren't gonna tell her so don't even think about it."

John started walking towards the boys locker room with Jeff walking beside him. "I know, but she's actually one of my friends. Just try not to hurt her."

"Well, I'm your cousin so I think you should pick blood over friends. Don't you?"

"Not when the blood is doing something stupid, but whatever. Just try not to hurt her," Jeff repeated once again.

"I didn't know it was possible to hurt psychotic bitches. Didn't know they had feelings."

"John-"

"Chill, I'm kiddin'. Sort of. But don't worry. Even if she does find out about it later, I'm sure she won't care."

"I highly doubt it. Especially if you try the second or third part of the bet and succeed."

"Well, I have to get her to be friends with me before the other two work out. Not really worried about the third one." He added the next part with a smirk, shooting a quick glance towards Jeff. "She'll probably throw herself at me and I won't even have to work for that one."

"Kinda like how she's throwing herself at you to be friends with you?" Jeff asked with earned him a scowl. "Yea, she's definitely going to beat the crap out of you if she finds out about this."

John rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I gotta go to football practice. See ya." With that said, John entered the locker room and started to prepare himself for football practice with Jeff heading the other way.


"Poor posture Stratus," Lita said as she walked up behind her blonde friend who was currently stretching before cheerleading practice. But before that, they were holding tryouts for the squad.

"Shut up. What are you doing here?" Trish asked as she stopped stretching and the duo walked over to the bleachers in the gym and sat down.

"I thought I would watch Christy tryout before practice started. We're actually practicing on the other side of the gym so it's not like I can't be here."

"I'm excited to see her and Maria tryout. I think they'll do awesome. Don't know if they'll make it because I'm not the only one who makes the decision. My dear co-captain does as well," Trish said referring to Stacy Keibler.

"Ugh," Lita groaned. "I don't like her."

"Me neither."

"Speaking of people we don't like. I have to spend half of my days with that irritating pest. We have half of the same classes together"

Trish waited for Lita to continue, but she didn't. "So what happened now?"

"So we have Philosophy last class and he decided to sit next to me, which wouldn't have happened if you listened to me and signed up for it like I suggested."

"Whatever. And...?"

"So then I told Edge to switch seats with me because I did not want to sit next to that thing. I already have to deal with him in Bio. I would like it if I could ignore him during Spanish and Philosophy. But nope, can't do that. Since that idiot decided to touch me and I was about to punch him and Randy saw and then Coach Michaels came over and then he told me I couldn't move and then he told the class that where we chose to sit that day would be where we would have to sit for the remainder of the school year. This is not elementary school. Why are these teachers so damn annoying? Why do I have to get stuck with that idiot? Why me?!"

"He's not that bad Li. You just have to deal with him for school. You'll be fine. Stop being over dramatic."

"I'm not. But he said something really stupid and funny after class a while ago." She started laughing before she could tell Trish what exactly it was. "He said..." she tried to stop laughing, but she couldn't because it was just too funny for her. "Okay, he said we should try to get along and that he wants to be friends." She somehow managed to get that out while she laughed and Trish looked at her like something was wrong with her.

"Are you done?" Trish asked her friend who had calmed down. "Okay. If he suggested it, then he's probably serious about it. Look at it this way, He could stop bugging you."

"I doubt it. He called me a 'psychotic bitch.'"

Trish laughed at that which earned her a glare. "Well, it's kind of true. I mean, in his defense, you do act like that to him."

"Only because I don't like him."

Trish rolled her eyes. "I don't understand why-"

"Maybe because he's always annoying me," Lita interrupted her friend who interrupted her back.

"Are you sure you're not getting yourself into the little stupid competitive petty shit him and Randy have going on? You said they actually used to be friends until middle school or something."

"Yea, trust me. It's not because of that. I have never liked him. He was always picking on me ever since kindergarten. So that makes me a 'psychotic bitch' for retaliating? I never liked him. I could care less whatever the hell is going on between him and Randy." Trish was about to say something until Lita looked across the gym and saw someone walk out of the guys locker room. "Ugh. I hate him." Trish simply rolled her eyes but said nothing, she was used to this.

Meanwhile, John decided he wouldn't say anything or send her any sort of signal which would piss her off. If he wanted to win the hundred bucks, he would have to pretend to be serious about it and get along with her enough for her to actually be his friend.

He had to walk past the duo on the bleachers as he made his way to the football field. "Hi," he did his best to leave it at that and not make any sort of remark to the redhead, which was harder than he thought, but he did it.

"See Li," Trish said when John was out of hearing range. "He looks like he's serious in getting along with you because he probably don't want to argue with you every five seconds. I think he's getting sick and tired of it."

Lita snorted. "I highly doubt it. I think... wait nope... I know this is just another way for him to get on my damn nerves. Whatever, I don't care."

Trish rolled her eyes. "Stop being stubborn. If you two actually try getting along, it would be easier for the two of you to survive this year." Lita started laughing at the thought of her actually getting along with John. That definitely wasn't going to happen. He had done nothing but get on her nerves and annoy her every chance he got. It was weird that he didn't decide to say something stupid to her when he left the gym. "Wow," Trish stared at her friend. "He's right. You are a psycho." Lita said nothing since she was too busy laughing and that comment from Trish just made her laugh even harder for some reason.


"So what was that shit you were tyrna pull with my sister before class Cena?" John heard Randy from behind him once after practice was over. They both promised the coaches they wouldn't get into it during practice, but that didn't mean they wouldn't say anything to one another after it was over.

John turned around to face Randy with a smirk present on his face. "Oh, I was just telling her how she was lookin' mighty fine today."

"Get any sick thoughts you may have about her out of your sick little mind."

"It's far too late for that Orton. You know, she looks even better in my mind. Clothing is optional."

"You know what you little bitch?" Randy started to say getting a little closer to John, who wasn't backing down. "I have nothing to worry about since she hates your guts as much as I do." Randy started to walk away until John said something which pissed him off.

"You know Hunter," John said glancing at the blonde man next to him, and talking a bit louder than he would have just so Randy could hear him. "I wonder what hair color mine and Red's kid will have. I mean, she has red, I have brown. I wonder how that would work out."

That's when Randy completely snapped and started to head towards John, getting in his face. "You little shit face. You ever go near her and I promise I will beat the shit out of you multiple times and then I'll kill you when I get bored of doing that."

"I can stay away, but I don't think she can. I don't think she'll be able to resist the Cena charm." He added the next part with a smirk. "Don't worry, I'll take her back to my house. I know you wouldn't want to hear her-" Before he could finish that statement, he felt a fist meet his jaw. He held his jaw for a bit with the smirk disappearing from his face. Randy looked like he was going to attack again, but Dave and Hunter both held him back before he could do anything else.

"Get the fuck off of me!" Randy screamed as he tried to get out of the other two's grasp. "I'm kill you you little bitch!"

"Yea, well I think I should return the favor." John was getting closer to him until he felt a shoulder on his hand.

"Orton! Cena! Cut it out!" Coach Flair yelled at the two when he along with Coach Michaels finally noticed the ruckus two of their players were causing. "Didn't we already talk to you two?"

"You two are on the same team! Learn how to act like it! You want to get be put on probation from the team?" Coach Michaels joined in on the admonishing of the two not even caring that some of the players who didn't leave the field yet were looking on and listening to everything. "Both of you could actually get a scholarship for college to play football, but fighting with teammates is big turn off!"

The two said nothing, simply sending glares to one another. Randy looked like he was planning how to kill John who was just planning on ways to get to Lita to mess with Randy even more.

Coach Flair suddenly had an idea pop into his head as he turned to look at his assistant coach. "You know what I just thought about? Why not add Cena to be caption along with Orton and Helmsely? Those two would have to work together and they both happen to be friends with Helmsely, they wouldn't do anything to jeopardize him, or would they? It's not like they'll be working alone with the team, they'll have Helmsley keep an eye on things and make sure we don't lose any easy games we should win just because of those two."

"That's not going to work out!" Randy protested with John doing the same.

"I ain't workin' with him! We'll go winless!"

"Unless you two want to completely get kicked off the team, something that can happen because this isn't the first time you two had a little scuffle on the field, I suggest you agree with us."

"Okay, but why do I have to be punished?" Hunter was friends with both John and Randy, but he just couldn't deal with the two of them together.

"You were voted to be one of the captains at the end of last season. Captain's have to deal with any little changes that may occur on the team, so deal with it." Coach Flair then turned his attention to Randy and John. "And you two, stay out of trouble or their will be consequences to deal with." With that said, he left along with Coach Michaels.

Randy threatened John one last time before he finally left the field and towards the locker room so he could leave and go home. "Just stay the hell away from my sister or else I'll make sure I break a bone next time."

John rolled his eyes but said nothing. He was about to leave as well until Hunter grabbed his arm and turned him around so they were facing one another. "What the hell is wrong with you? I know you don't like him, but that doesn't mean you can say whatever you want to him about his sister. You don't have a sister so I can understand why you don't know what is and isn't appropriate to say to a guy about his sister. Learn how to control your mouth."

John shrugged. "I was just messin' with him. Not my fault he can't take a joke."

"You two are infuriating." With that said, Hunter left.

John was about to leave once again until this time, Chris joined him. Chris wasn't on the football team, but he was on the soccer team and the football field wasn't too far away from the soccer field and he saw everything that happened, which made him laugh. "Dude, you're an idiot. I don't know what you said to Randy, but whatever it was was enough to piss him the hell off and clobber you."

"I'm aware of that." Both teens started to walk towards the locker room so they too could leave the school.

"What did you say to him?" John answered and told Chris what happened which caused Randy to punch him. "You really are an idiot. You do realize he'll tell her everything that happened and she'll definitely avoid you like the plague."

"Damn it. I didn't think about that."

"Clearly."

"Whatever. I will get as close to her as I can just to piss sissy boy off. That is worth way more than this bet."

Chris raised a brow as the two made it back to the gym and continued their way by heading down the stairs to the locker room. "So if you succeed, I don't owe you money?"

"Hell yea you do. Don't try to back out now."

"Wasn't planning on it."

John couldn't help but think that this was going to be much harder than he initially thought. But like he told Chris, it was all worth it as long as it pissed the hell out of Randy.


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