Sorry for the super long wait guys! There has been a bunch of craziness happening and I barely had time to sleep. But schools out now and I have time to write! Yay!


Oh, Sweetie, You Must Not Have Heard Me

Mickie's POV

"Mickie, hurry up! You're gonna be late for school and you're driving AJ and Layla!"

I glanced in the mirror one more time. I had on a plaid shirt tied under my breasts and my favorite pair of ripped skinny jeans tucked into my cowboy boots. I knew it wasn't typical school attire but I wanted to make a statement and that statement was mess with me and I will kick your ass. I smirked into the mirror. I looked pretty damn good if I did say so myself.

"Mickie!"

"I'm coming! Calm down you'll give yourself a heart attack."

I fixed my caramel-colored curly hair and put on a sweatshirt before I trekked down the stairs. My dad knew I was no angel but I was certain that my outfit would not fly with him.

"About time, Mickie. I was about to take your keys and leave you here." Layla was still miffed about the whole moving thing. I can't believe she isn't over it already. It's not like there weren't dance studios in Oregon. In fact, there were two in the next town over.

"Oh, don't get your panties in a twist. I'm ready so let's go." I grabbed my bag and my keys and walked out the door, followed by AJ and a disgruntled Layla.

"Bye girls!"

"Bye Dad," We said simultaneously.

We all climbed in my beat-up truck with me in the driver's seat, Layla in the passenger's seat, and AJ in the middle. There had been a long-going argument going on about who had to sit in the middle so they finally decided that they switched every week. Once the doors were all closed, I took off my sweatshirt, turned on the radio to the local country station (which, by the way, wasn't nearly as good as the one in Red Bend), cranked the volume, and drove off.

"Thank God, that sweatshirt was getting hot!"

"Mickie! What are you wearing!" AJ said. "You don't want to get in trouble on your first day."

"Oh, it'll be fine, quit worrying. I can handle the authorities you just worry about getting to class on time."

"Fine, but if you get in trouble, we didn't know," Layla responded.

"Deal. Hey look, we're here."

I saw everybody's head turn toward us as I pulled into a spot. As I looked around the parking lot, I saw a sea of shiny Hondas. Guess my rusty Chevy didn't fit in. Oh, well. I jumped out of the truck and saw Layla and AJ reluctantly do the same.

"Come on, girls. Let's go."

We walked in the doors, me with a smirk on my face, Layla looking ahead and as confident as always, and AJ with her head down. As we walked down the hall, I could feel the stares we were getting hit my back. I figured that most of them were because of me. I didn't care though. I tried not to make a habit of letting what people thought of me get to me. As we continued on, a man with a suit on stepped in front of us.

"Excuse me, where do you think you're going?"

"Way to go, Mickie," I heard Layla murmur. I ignored her.

"Well me and my sisters are trying to get to class so if you could get out of our way I would appreciate it."

"Not dressed like that your not."

"What you don't like it?" I smirked and turned around so he could get the whole view.

"Please let your shirt down. It is causing a distraction."

"And who are you?"

"I am Mr. M., the vice principal. My father, Mr. McMahon, is the principal. Now please do as I asked."

"Okay." I loosened the knot that held the shirt tied so even more of my cleavage showed. "This better?"

His eyes widened and I could see them flickering between my face and my breasts. "Tie your shirt back up and I will tell all of your teachers that your clothing has been okayed for the day. When I see you again tomorrow I will expect that you are dressed in proper school attire," He said in a tight voice.

I winked at him. "Can't wait. I'll leave you to fix that, ahem, problem of yours in your pocket," I said, and sauntered off with my sisters trailing me.

"What were you thinking?! You could have easily had detention if that guy hadn't been such a perv," Layla said.

"Would you relax? I didn't get detention and everything is fine, okay?"

We walked down the hall a little bit and I heard someone mutter, "Slut."

I kept walking and called, "Bitch", Without stopping or blinking an eye.

"Excuse you!" I heard someone say. "What did you just call me?!"

"Oh, no," AJ muttered.

I stopped and turned around, as did my sisters. "Oh sweetie, you must not have heard me. I called you a bitch." I noticed that the person I was talking to was blond, as were her two clones. Each girl had a very attractive guy behind her, and each one looked like they were trying very hard not to laugh.

"Do you know who I am? I am Michelle McCool, and no one talks to me like that."

"Well I am Mickie Austin," I said, mocking her, "And I did so you're going to have to get used to it now, aren't you."

"Excuse me, who do you think you are?"

"Um, I just told you about five seconds ago. Goodness you're a slow one!"

When I said this, the guy behind the girl on Michelle's right let out a snort. The girl spun around and glared at him. He pretended to cough and started looking around, whistling a tune.

"Wow, you really got him on a tight leash, don't ya?"

"Oh, shut up," She said, "At least I can get a boyfriend unlike you who has to dress like a skank for a guy to even look at you. You're pathetic."

"As pathetic as your fake tan?" I asked innocently.

"Oh my god," Layla exclaimed as she turned to me, "You actually heard what she said? I was to focused on the fact that it actually speaks. I didn't know that dolls could talk. I mean, she is all plastic. I guess barbie number three doesn't though." I smiled. No matter how much we fought, I knew Layla had my back.

"Hey!" The one on the left said, "I talk! But it seems like mousy over here doesn't." She pointed to AJ, who had her head down. I got in her face.

"Don't you ever talk about my sister again, got it?" She shrunk back and I felt a hand on my elbow.

"Let's just go, Micks." AJ said quietly. I looked at her. She looked humiliated. She was incredibly sensitive about her size and her shyness.

"Yeah, let's just go, Micks," Michelle mocked in a squeaky voice. This time, both Layla and AJ had to hold me back.

"Remember what Dad said, Mickie," Layla warned. I took a deep breath.

"Fine." Before I turned to go, I took a quick step toward Michelle. She squeaked for real this time and hid behind who I assumed was her boyfriend. All of the guys still looked highly amused. I chuckled.

"That's what I thought," I said. "And if I hear you talk about her again, there is a hell of a lot more where that came from, and next time, I won't stop."

And with that, I walked away with my sisters, feeling three glares and three curious looks following me as we turned the corner and were out of sight.


John's POV

"Ugh, can you believe her?!"

I sighed. I had heard this about 50,000 times in the past two minutes.

"Don't worry Chelly, she is, like, totally jealous of you. I mean, duh, who wouldn't be jealous of you? You're, like, totally gorgeous and sooo nice," Kelly rambled. I swear to God, if I have to hear that girl say 'like, totally' one more time I would go insane.

"Thanks Kells, you're like, so smart."

"I know right? I should like, totally be a merell scholar or something." One ticket to a mental hospital, please.

"It's merit scholar, sot," Maryse scoffed.

"Babe, didn't you say that there was a cheerleading meeting this morning?"

Thank sweet baby Jesus for Randy.

"Merci, Boo. Chelly, Coach wants to meet us this morning. Adieu les garçons," Maryse said in her normal snooty, faux-french manner.

"Bye, Johnny." Michelle said to me before she kissed me on the cheek.

"Bye, Baby," I responded, and the girls left.

Phil, Randy, and I started walking towards first period. The class was mostly seniors, but Phil was smart enough to get in as a junior.

"Remind me why I am dating her again?" I asked. Sometimes, like now, I really didn't know.

"'Cause she is the hottest girl in school. Plus, she bugged you all summer until you agreed."

"Right," I sighed. Since I started dating Michelle, it seems that's all I do.

"Phil, I wouldn't be so sure about that hottest girl in school thing." Randy pointed out, "I mean, those three new girls are hot. And I mean hot. As in hot hot. As in hotter than the sun hot. As in living in an active volcano hot. As in you need sunglasses to look at them hot."

"Yeah, we get it Randy." I chuckled. I could always count on these two to make me laugh.

"What? Did you see them? I especially liked the one that completely owned Kelly and Maryse. She was-"

"Randy, if you say hot, I will punch you," Phil stated.

"I was gonna say, um, pretty!" Randy replied defensively. "Yeah, pretty! I have more of a vocabulary than just hot, you know!"

"Okay, Randy, whatever you say," I got out through my laughter.

"And what about the girl that scared Michelle? I think she said her name was Mickie. That was priceless. She's pretty hot, too. It must run in the family. The other girl was-" Phil was cut off.

"You realize that if you say 'hot' you will be the king of all hypocrites, don't you?" Randy asked as I stopped listening. Since this morning I couldn't stop thinking about Mickie Austin. She had been running through my mind since that first wise crack that successfully pissed Michelle, Kelly, and Maryse off. I had never seen anyone like her before. She intrigued me. And she certainly didn't lay down for Michelle like every other new kid so far had. She had guts, and I liked that.

"John? Earth to John. John! JOHN!"

"What!?"

"Geez, you were out of it for a while there. The warning bell rang, we're gonna be late. C'mon!" And with that, we all ran our hearts out to avoid the wrath of Mr. Jericho.


Mickie's, AJ's, and Layla's first day of school outfits are all published on my Polyvore. Link on my profile. :)