North Carolina Rebel Child

Author: GlamRockChickx

Chapter Two: The Country Boy Meets The Miami Princess

Disclaimer: Note to all that I don't own WWE, the chairman Vince McMahon does. I know a lot of the stories I've read said the same thing, so I thought I'd do the right thing and say the same. OC are my own.


I hate my father. I hate him. Remember the 'country-town threat'? He actually meant that and I thought it wasn't gonna happen because he had said it numerous times before and nothing. Nada. All talk and no action, now considered as all talk and action, however that phrase goes. I don't know and I don't care. Why should I care? All I know is that I hate my father and not going to regret saying that, ever, because it's true.

You should have heard him this morning while I was packing my suitcases, he blabbed on and on about how my friends Clarisse, Tina and Sarah are a bad influence on me. Yeah right! He wouldn't even let me talk to them and quote 'you will never see them again' un-quote…but I sneaked a phone call to them and said my goodbyes. It took me a good long 2 hours of what to take with me for the semester. I packed about maybe 3-4 suitcases; I need a lot of stuff while I'm stuck in that country town.

The door creaked open fast causing me to jump a little because it scared the crap out of me turning my attention to see Derrick standing there with his hand still on the door knob.

"Ever heard of knocking, douche bag?" I asked not really welcoming his unannounced presence as I turned back to packing my suitcases. He rolled his eyes.

"What do you want?" I sneered.

"Dad wants to know if you finished packing cause we're leaving in half an hour" he said. I sighed and faced him.

"I'm not even ready yet" I responded frustrated.

"Well with the amount of suitcases you're packing you'll never be ready" he replied with a smartass comment folding his arms over his chest. I rolled my eyes and turned again.

"Go away" was all I said. This made him sigh.

"What happened to you Kat? You used to be normal, but you changed and you wanna know what I think? Ever since you started hanging around with those fuckin' sluts you became one of them" he compromised. I glared at my sullen brother with his arms now shoved into his pockets.

I never really introduced my brother did I? In this case I don't need to because he's a dick, but you's have to know. Derrick, a year older than me, has my father's eyes, brown and blonde spiky hair and an olive complexion like mine. We sorta have the same features. He wears and oversize white t-shirt with a checkered shirt over it, baggy jeans and sneakers. He's always the good kid, ALWAYS, and I'm supposed to be the bad one? What the fuck is wrong with this family?

I could feel the tears just seeping into the corners of my eyes and I turned away because I didn't want him to know that he was winning this argument. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Fuck you" I mumbled continuing packing my last set of clothes slowly. He shook his head in disappointment.

"Bitch" he said and left slamming the door behind me causing me to jump again. I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand, easily smudging my make-up so I have to re-apply that again. I sniffed a couple of times before packing my final suitcase and zipped them up. All four suitcases packed. I sighed in relief standing up and brushing myself off. I sat on my bed grabbing the smallest teddy bear closest to me. Yeah I have a teddy bear collection on my bed, big whoop. I started fiddling with it in my hands, having a close inspection on my nails. Manicure perfect. I then glanced at the framed picture on my bedside table of me and mom. I wish she was here; she would put a stop to this.


My God. This is gonna take a long flight, and I hate that! What can I do? Nothing. Watch movies? Maybe so. Read a book? Don't think so. Sleep? Boring! Like I said, nothing. Most of what I'm good at is fidgeting, till I get comfortable one time, then fidget again to go into another comfortable position.

Dad says that my host family is coming to pick me up at the North Carolina airport. Super. I fidgeted in the cream coloured patterned chair. I have my own seat so thank god for that, except in the back, fuck. The belt sign flashed making a 'ting' sound meaning to buckle up, so I did. This is a part of the flight I love the most, taking off. The plane rolled along slowly causing me to look outside the window. I can see nothing but the ground and the airport, till it gradually built up speed. I gripped on the edge of the chair rest. It turned carefully so we wouldn't crash into any other planes. Just in the tip of the corner, I could see a road up ahead then nothing, so we were getting ready to take off. I slouched back into my seat, gripping more of the chair rest. I really hate taking off; when I said that I love taking off? I was being sarcastic, I hate taking off. I felt the plane lift off in the air and that made my head rush so I closed my eyes shut and tried to ignore it the best I could. Goodbye Miami and hello North Carolina.


Remember when I said that I was going to watch movies? Well I lied; I slept the whole way through the trip. I just woke up as soon as I heard that 'ting' sound again so I woke up fluttering my eyes followed by a small quiet yawn and buckled up, about to go through the same process again. Terrific. I waited till the plane finally landed hitting a little turbulence. I looked out the window to see North Carolina, windy conditions; luckily I packed a jacket in my carry-on bag. I grabbed my white winter jacket out and chucked it on, since I was only wearing jeans, heels and a short cut red t-shirt. I made sure I didn't leave anything behind and making sure that I had everything before exiting the plane.

As soon as I stepped off the plane, I headed straight to the luggage area, but first, had to grab a cart .Four cases, you think I can carry all of them? Don't think so. I was gonna pull a cart out when it got budged so I attempted to pull it out, still not budging and that sent me flying and landing on my ass with everyone looking. Fantastic. I sighed now not really in the mood picking myself off and dusting the dirt off my jeans. I just got here and already it's turned into World War One.


The doors opened and I walked out with the cart of four small suitcases. I can't tell where my host family is I mean shouldn't they have a sign that says my last name or something? How can I find them? I was standing there like a lost little girl until a boy, older, with mid-length black hair; he was wearing a loose baggy t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, okay maybe I have another brother, but slightly taller than my brother. Not bad looking though, but kinda freaky.

"Hey, you're Kat Stevens, right?" the boy asked smiling.

"Yeah" I responded slightly taken aback.

"No need to be afraid, I'm Matt Hardy, I'm one of the boys of the host family you'll be living with and gettin' to know" he introduced putting his hand to me. I eyed him suspiciously before shaking his hand.

"Welcome to North Carolina" he added welcoming.

"Thanks" I said taking my hand back. He raised an eyebrow a little but shrugged it off.

"Here, you want me to take the cart for ya?" he asked friendly.

"Uh sure" I replied just handing him the cart. He smiled putting his hands on the bar of the cart and rolled off. I quickly grabbed my hand sanitizer from my bag and quickly and washing my hands with them following the boy known as Matt Hardy.

"You certainly got a lot of bags here, what's in 'em?" Matt asked chuckling.

"Clothes" I replied.

"No seriously" he said because he obviously thought I was joking.

"Clothes" I repeated again looking at him stupidly. He looked at me incomprehensibly as we walked over to an older man.

"This is my dad, Gil" Matt introduced.

"It's nice to finally meet you. We'll be your host family for the semester" Gil introduced shaking my hand. I half smiled.

"I was a friend of your dads'" he added.

"Oh" was all I said. Matt looked at me then to his dad then back to me again.

"Ready to go?" he asked. All I did was nod.

"Okay, let's go".


We were on the road to Cameron, in North Carolina. Not gonna be much of a bad drive. I was mostly looking out the window the whole time resting my hand on my head with my elbow resting on the sill of the window. North Carolina certainly does have a lot of trees around, it's like surrounded. This is my new home now for the semester. I sighed a little.

"Oh, I almost forgot, there's another member of the family, but he's at home 'cause he didn't wanna come, but don't worry you'll get to meet him" Matt said facing me. I turned my head a little to face him.

"Really, what's his name?" I asked interested sitting up smiling a little.

"Jeff, he's my younger brother. I'm the older good looking brother" Matt replied smiling and I snickered a little.

"Cool" I said and focused my attention back to looking out the window. He chuckled and turned back to the front. We then drove up a dirt road driveway in the woods. Great, I'm now living in the woods instead of the beach? That is so not fair. I've never been to the country, never! I ain't gonna like it one bit.


Jeff was laying half spread on the couch playing the Nintendo when he heard the car pull up into the gravel driveway. He paused the game chucking the remote on the side then grunted standing up stretching followed by a yawn and scratched his head walking over to the window and pulled the blinds aside. Matt hopped out of the car then opening the boot of the car grabbing my bags out as I stepped out of the car. Jeff made a face when he took a good at me. He shook his head and closed the blinds then making his way out the front door and stepping out onto the front porch.

I took a good look around before my eyes set on him. Wow. I took my sunglasses off to get a proper look at him and placing my sunglasses in my bag. There he stood in a white t-shirt, black baggy pants and was in bare feet. His hair was sorta mussed, short and blonde. His emerald eyes were looking down at me with his arms folded. I then opted to help Matt with some of the bags so I walked over to him and grabbed two of my bags. He quickly smiled at me grabbing the other two and closing the boot of the car and walked over.

"Jeff, bro, this is Kat Stevens. Kat, this is my younger sorta good looking brother, Jeff" Matt introduced us both. Jeff. Jeff Hardy. God damn, doesn't look bad for a country boy.

"Hey" I smiled a little waving.

"Hi" he muttered with a slight nod of the head. I looked at him a little weirdly. He then turned and walked back into the house causing Matt to sigh a little.

"Jeff ain't really a friendly person when he's tired, don't worry he'll come round" Matt assured.

"Hope so" I mumbled before following Matt into the house.