Crushing on a Werewolf
Warning: Language, violence, various supernatural themes and eventual slash content.
Disclaimer: Thankfully for them, I don't own WWE or any assets of it. Because I know just exactly what would be happening if I did…
Summary: High school student John Cena has a crush on school jock Randy Orton…but does he know exactly what he's in for?
Chapter 2 – Date With the Full Moon
Did I really just say that? I didn't mean to say that…oh fuck it. I meant it with all my heart when I said I loved Randy Orton. He's the total package: he had rugged good looks, a lean, toned body, a rare but killer smile, and he wasn't dumb to say the least. I've gone to the same school as him since elementary school, but I only developed these feelings this year. I mean, I thought he was attractive and all but I wasn't attracted to him since this year. Why? I don't know.
I occupied myself by staring at my bland ceiling as I waited for Daniel to get to my house. Evan was probably downstairs raiding my kitchen or something. My parents thought of Daniel, Evan, Eve and Beth as family since they were around so often.
"Honey," my mom popped her head in my room. "You brought Evan, right?"
I laughed mentally. "Yes, mom I did; Daniel's coming soon too," I replied.
My mom smiled and wiped her forehead. "Okay, just making sure. I didn't want a repeat of what happened that one time-"
Evan jittered past my mother in an instant with a whisper of "excuse me" and jumped into my bean bag chair situated in front of the television. My mom chuckled silently before leaving the doorway.
"Daniel just texted me, he's a couple blocks down," Evan said, snatching my remote from me and changing the channel.
"I was watching that, Ev," I argued.
Evan replied instantly, "Spongebob is more important."
"You're like the only senior in high school that watches Spongebob, dude."
"Well, I'm not known to follow the crowd, am I?"
It was true. As long as I knew Evan, I always noticed he was a free (and hyper) spirit. He didn't cave in to peer pressure easily.
"Evan, is that Spongebob?"
I sighed in relief when I spotted Daniel entering the room. Finally, he could balance out all of Evan's hyperactivity.
"Yes it is, you got a problem with that?" Evan responded without taking an eye off of the television.
"Nope, not at all," Daniel said quietly. "But we should probably get started on this project."
"Okay, I've seen this repeat like five hundred times anyway," Evan said nonchalantly before standing up.
I mentally threw Evan out my bedroom window.
Halfway into the night, I managed to slack off and I grabbed my phone. I noticed that I had a new text message from an unknown number. I looked into it anyway, if it was who I was hoping it was then nothing bad could come of it.
Hey, it's Randy. Sorry about what happened earlier.
Don't sweat it. But what was that about, anyway.
Allergies.
OK understandable.
So, I was wondering if you wanted to do something sometime with me. I stared at my iPhone in awe. Did Randy Orton just ask me out? If he did, I sure as hell wasn't turning him down!
Umm…sure when?
How's Friday night sound?
Sounds good.
We could go to the Stone Cold Steakhouse. It's right down the street from me, I'll pick you up after school?
Yeah, cool. See you then.
You two, Johnny-boy.
I blushed wildly at Randy's use of that nickname. Evan was too busy testing something for our experiment but Daniel caught on to my redness immediately.
"Well well, John, texting sure brightened up your mood," Daniel joked.
"Me? Not at all," I shrugged.
I knew Daniel knew otherwise, he wasn't stupid at all when it came to these kinds of things.
Friday couldn't have come faster. I was tapping my fingers on the desk unconsciously as I glanced at the clock for about the umpteenth time. Eve, being the psychological mind reader she is, noticed my silent frenzy and tapped me on the shoulder.
"John, you look like you're about to piss yourself. What's up?"
I laughed awkwardly. "Nothing, Eve, I'm just ready to…get out of school…yeah, that's what it is!"
Eve rolled her eyes. "Sure, Johnny."
Randy, who was sitting across the room, turned slightly to glance and wink at me. I winked back, trying to hold back a blush.
I failed, and I could see Randy chuckle a little.
"Where are you going tonight?" Evan asked. "You look awfully dressed-up to be going home to sleep."
I looked at myself; I was wearing a crisp abstract T-shirt and some nice shorts to match. I didn't look much different from usual. At least I thought so, but Evan continued to interrogate.
"Don't worry about that information, Ev," I responded cheerfully. Even though I was more cheerful than ever to be going on a date with the guy of my dreams, but I was also devastatingly nervous as well.
"I'll talk to you later then," Evan sighed in defeat. "I've got to go help my dad fix his car." Evan bumped fists with me and sprinted off outside the school.
I tried to spruce up my hair a little on the way out to the parking lot when a familiar voice spoke, "What are you doing? You look fine as you are."
I perked up at the sound of Randy's voice. To be honest, the sight in front of me was wondrous: Randy kicked back in the front seat of his convertible with one hand on the wheel and sunshades concealing his mysterious eyes.
"You ready?"
"Yeah, I'm ready?"
"Good, hop in."
I hopped in an instant into his car. He pulled down his sunshades to look me in the eyes before placing them back in place, before hitting the gas and pulling us off to the steakhouse.
"Enjoying yourself?" Randy asked. He'd finished his food a long time ago and was simply finishing the remainder of his strawberry milkshake.
"Most definitely," I replied, French fries shoved in my mouth.
"You know, I really do like you John," Randy said in a low voice that turned me on to no limit.
"I…like you too, Randy," I said, trying not to jump for joy even though I wanted to.
"I mean, I like-like you John, and there's something I want to ask you," Randy added, setting down his glass and getting my attention. I swallowed my fries and looked him in his beautiful, perfect eyes.
"What is that-?" I asked, my voice breaking from sheer excitement. He was really going to ask me-
"Can you pass the ketchup, these fries are kind of dry without it," Randy asked politely.
My heart sank. I frowned and handed him the ketchup in sorrow. He took it with a "thank you" before popping the top.
"Oh, and I was hoping you'd be my boyfriend, too."
I nearly choked on my strawberry lemonade. My face brightened instantly and my frown turned upside down.
I tried to shrug off my happiness to show some sort of anger, even though I wasn't at all. "You ass! I got so excited and then you ask me for ketchup! Then you decide to randomly ask me to be exclusive with you? What kind of fucking game are you playing here?" I almost broke it with laughter.
"I'm taking that as a yes, Johnny-boy?" Randy asked nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow and smirking.
"Absolutely," I replied.
I wasn't able to say anymore before Randy slapped the check down on the table, grabbed me by the hand, and led me to the doorway of the steakhouse.
"Randy, what are you-"
He pressed his lips against mine, and it felt perfect. I melted into the kiss, immediately giving him dominance. I'd kissed plenty of guys before, but this was like no other in that it felt like our lips were perfectly made for each other. What started out as an innocent kiss turned into a steamy make out session as he stuck his tongue in my mouth and I allowed it to explore my inner cavern. The moment that felt like heaven stopped abruptly, and when I came to my senses, I saw Randy looking at the moon as if it was a ghost. I looked the same way.
It was a full moon.
Randy's eyes opened wide. He looked at me with concern in his eyes. "John, I'm sorry, but I have to go." Randy darted away, giving me a quick kiss on the lips and taking off.
What the fuck just happened? Well, who cares; that kiss is going to be on my mind all night.
End of Chapter 2.
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