Crossed Meetings
Sitting in front of an empty tray of food, John Cena took out his phone from his shorts pocket and checked his messages and calls. He had two missed calls from his brother Matt. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Wonder what he wanted, he thought. As he continued looking at his phone it was suddenly snatched from his hands. He looked around in surprise.
"Who you textin babe?" a beautiful girl with long blonde locks asked looking at his phone. She smiled playfully.
John, however, wasn't amused for some reason. Cell phones were a bit of a private thing for many people. They had messages and people that concerned only them. It really bothered him that his girlfriend didn't understand that. He reached out and took the phone from her.
He expected her look of surprise and she looked down at her tray of food.
"I wasn't texting anyone Michelle. I was checking my missed calls. I have two of them from Matt, for in case your wondering…" John said it a little bitter. The blonde looked up at him and nodded slowly.
"Oh. Sorry, I was just trying to get your attention," she said quietly. The couple were sitting in the cafeteria of their high school. Randy was sitting right next to John and on his other side was his girlfriend Maryse. The sweet Kelly was sitting across from them and next to Michelle. The new boy, Adam, who John had met in third period Weights class sat at the end of the table next to Kelly.
John turned his attention to Michelle. "Oh," he said awkwardly, "well you have it now. What's on your mind?"
Michelle looked uncomfortable, as if she didn't know how to start talking. Her face was not happy, she looked very worried. However, she then smiled. When she spoke she did it softly so the rest of the lunch table wouldn't hear. "Well, I was thinking…after you are out of your football meeting today maybe you can come over to my house. We can work on the Physics homework together…"
John adjusted his baseball cap as he thought about it. He started nodding slowly. "Sounds like a good idea actually. The meeting doesn't end until 8:30 though hopefully your parents don't mind."
At that the blonde reached over and started playing with the dog tags hanging around John's neck. "There won't be a problem with them. They are actually going out of town tonight…"
At that, John suddenly pulled back causing Michelle to drop the tags and them to hit the table with a loud clatter. The group beside looked up from their conversation to look at the two. John smiled at them and adjusted his dog tags. With that they all turned back to each other. However, John didn't notice the platinum blonde girl still staring at them curiously from Randy's side.
When John turned back to Michelle she was frowning. "John" she whispered, "what's wrong with you? Do you not want to go to my house? Just think about it John, we haven't had time to ourselves in such a long time! This is the perfect opportunity to just be together, us two."
John sighed and looked down at the table. Damn it, he thought, there was no way of getting out this. He looked up at Michelle, she was a beautiful girl, she really was. Besides her long blonde hair and blue eyes she had a great figure, John wondered why lately he just wasn't feeling it anymore. For some reason, after three years of dating her, he just felt as if there was something missing now. A spark, or something?
He remembered when they barely had started dating. He would look at her and think to himself that he seriously was the luckiest guy in the school. He knew a lot of the other guys were jealous of him but he would tell them that he didn't have anything to do with it, she had chosen to be with him. He was just one lucky son of a gun. Now, as he looked at her she just looked like any other girl, not the one he used to be proud to show off. Lately they would hang out and they couldn't find what to talk about anymore, it's as if they both had changed into two completely different people.
He knew he had to end this soon, if he kept this going it would hurt her more in the end. The problem was, how and when would he get the guts to do it? He looked back up at Michelle and she was looking at him seriously waiting for an explanation to his behavior. When John was about to speak, however, a yell was heard from across the cafeteria.
Michelle and John both turned to the source of the noise. They were met with a scene not too far from their table. A tall boy with a crooked nose and dark hair was standing right in front of the short and tattooed boy who called himself leader of the Nexus. The tall boy looked like would explode with anger and John guessed it was him who had yelled. CM Punk, however, stood smiling up at the other boy with his four Nexus friends behind him and his girlfriend off to the side. He looked behind the tall boy Wade to see all his friends frowning and the girls looking scared. As he noticed Wade's friends, Heath and Justin move over to his side, he knew something was going to go down…unless someone stopped it.
Without even thinking about it, John stood up from the table and started making his way across the cafeteria. "John? Where are you going?" he heard Michelle call out from behind him. He didn't pay her any attention as he reached the scene that was playing out in front of him.
"…like I said Punk, you don't intimidate me. So I suggest you get the bloody hell out of my face before…" the tall form of Wade Barrett was saying.
CM Punk's smirk spread across his face as he glanced back at his friends who started laughing. "Before what Wade? Are you going to punch me in the face? Are you going to tell me that "I'm mean" and run away crying?" Punk said mockingly, "Go ahead Wade, and do whatever it is you want to do…"
John stepped up to them and pushed them away from each other, standing between them. Punk looked outraged at this and Wade looked simply confused. John looked at both at them with all seriousness on his face.
"No one is going to do anything. How about you both grab your stuff and just walk away-?"
In a second, Punk was in John's face. "Excuse you? Who the hell do you think you are Cena? This…doesn't concern you!"
John's face didn't show any sign of intimidation from Punk as he stared him down. He was in any case larger in size and could probably throw the leader of the Nexus across the cafeteria if he wanted to. However, Punk wasn't alone, his friends stood beside him and looking at Mason Ryan and David Otunga, John had a feeling it wouldn't be a fair fight. Instead John, adjusted his purple baseball cap.
"Well, I'm just trying to stop something that really shouldn't have to happen. I know, you don't give a damn about school Punk but I know some of these other guys," he said motioning to Wade and his friends, "they do."
As Wade continued to stare at John with confusion on his face he noticed that they were rounding up a crowd because of their little scene. Even John's popular group of friends had gathered round and as Wade turned back to look at Punk he saw a very familiar face. A beautiful face with short black hair and a worried look on her face stood behind Punk and the Nexus. As she looked around as well, Candice's brown eyes met Wade's and she quickly looked away.
"And who ever named you peacemaker Cena?" Punk continued.
"No one. I'm just saying, guys," he tried again with an exasperated sigh, "there's no need for this. It's barely the third day of school, for goodness sake!"
At that moment John's attention was turned to a tugging at his wrist. He turned to face his girlfriend, "John," she whispered, "what the heck are you doing?" Her eyebrows were furrowed and her eyes looked as confused as Wade's.
"I'm just…" he started but was interrupted by a loud, deep voice.
"What is going on here?" the voice boomed. Everyone turned to see an older man with shoulder-length hair pulled into a ponytail, a thick brown mustache and beard and shoulders as big as a pro-wrestler's. Quickly, the people watching the scene started scattering and Punk and the Nexus started backing up. "Yeah," Coach Helmsley growled as he watched the crowd disperse, "that's what I thought."
Evidently, the football coach hadn't noticed who were the ones attracting all the attention, for when the Nexus slowly slipped away with Punk grabbing his girlfriend's arm roughly, he walked up to John who was still standing in front of Wade and his friends.
"Cena," he called out. John stood rooted on the spot and nodded at his coach.
"Yes, sir?" he said hesitantly. Michelle was still holding on to his wrist tightly, scared for him. He thought he was in for it too, since he did get a bit involved in the argument but when the coach spoke, he was surprised.
"You coming to the football meeting tonight, I'm guessing?"
John drew a deep breath of relief and he felt Michelle loosen her grip on his wrist. "Oh…of course sir. You always did tell us that junior year was the most important in football."
"Yes, because it is! Colleges will start looking out for stand out players and I don't want to say much but you and Orton looked pretty good out there last year," he said and nodded curtly. "So, I'll be expecting you two to train hard and be focused."
John nodded fervently. "Of course, sir. We will work hard this year."
"Alright," he said and looked as though about to leave but instead turned back when he saw Wade. "It's Barrett, isn't it?"
The tall English boy looked thoroughly surprised to be spoken to. He nodded slowly. "Uhh..yeah, Wade Barrett." Now, it was John's turn to look confused as his coach stuck out his hand to shake Wade's.
"I'm surprised not to have seen you playing out there last year. You have the built of a football player. Ever played before, out there in Manchester?" Coach Helmsley asked.
Now, Wade looked almost shocked at this. He had never thought about trying out for the football team or any school sports team at Marian High before. He thought that they were all a joke, however, now that a coach was actually reaching out to him, he thought his mind might change.
"Yeah a bit," he said and shrugged. He looked back at Justin and Heath and they both had their eyebrows raised. He turned back and saw John Cena watching him with an almost amused expression on his face. All of a sudden his face felt hot and he wanted nothing more than get away from Coach Helmsley.
"Well then, it'd be nice to see you play and see what you've got. Come down to the meeting tonight if you are interested," the coach said and patted him on the shoulder before walking off.
Wade didn't want to look at Cena afterwards but he had no choice and there he was with a smug look on his face. The England native just frowned and turned to go, motioning for Justin and Heath to follow him as well. John watched as Maria stood up from her table and waved to the rest of the girls as she followed Justin and the other two guys. The other girls remained in their seats and started talking to each other about what had happened.
As John looked at them he noticed an unfamiliar blonde sitting between Ashley and Eve. She seemed lost and confused as to what just happened but continued listening to the other two girls talk. "John, let's go back to the table," Michelle's voice returned his attention back to her. He noticed Maryse, Randy and Kelly standing off to the side talking to each other too.
"Alright," he said and let her lead him back. When they sat back down he realized that the new boy, Adam wasn't with them. "Hey, where did Adam go?"
Kelly looked around and pointed her head back to the table where Wade had been sitting at. "He's over there, talking to his sister."
John looked over Randy and Maryse's heads and saw the tall blonde head of Adam standing next to the unfamiliar blonde girl he had seen. She was talking to him and shaking her head seriously. John noticed how beautiful she was, she had long blonde wavy hair. Her brown eyes were very bright.
Adam was shaking his head now too and he saw his sister sigh as if giving in and then she nodded. He patted her on the head and then turned around to head back to the table where John was sitting at. However, John's gaze wasn't on Adam anymore, he kept looking at his sister watching her worried expression. It was as if she was afraid to let Adam go. As if realizing someone was watching her, the blonde suddenly moved her eyes and found John's.
Their eyes met for a second, but John felt like it was a lot longer than that because he felt like in that instance she was trying to say something to him. However, as quick as it happened it also ended, when the blonde then turned and faced her lunch table again. John didn't have much time to think about what just happened when Randy's voice brought him back to his own table and the people sitting at it.
"…yeah, why the hell would you get involved in that man? I mean it's Punk and Barrett, John. Did you forget everything Barrett and his boys put us through before?"
John looked at Randy, his eyes bright with intensity and dislike as he talked about the two guys who had just caused the scandal. Then he realized that even the girls were looking at him funny especially Michelle. To his relief, though, as Adam joined the table again the tension broke and everyone started talking again.
"So what the hell was that about?" he asked, almost laughing. "Do fights happen regularly in this place? I'm beginning to see a pattern."
Maryse laughed and flipped her long blonde hair over her shoulder. "Naw, don't think that way. They won't really fight, it's just Punk trying to provoke Wade and cause a scene. Which worked, right?" She looked at them waiting for their agreement.
"Still…"John started, "they shouldn't be fighting, especially this early in the year. Yeah, I do know Barrett used to treat us like crap but I'm not going to point and laugh at him while the same thing happens to him that happened to me…even if it was him doing it before."
Randy shook his head annoyed. "Whatever, John. I don't get you sometimes but just don't get yourself into trouble or you won't be allowed on the team. By the way, what the heck was coach talking to Barrett for?"
John couldn't help but smile at this. "Well, Triple H," John started using the coach's nickname, "thinks Wade has the built of a good football player."
Randy's eyed widened and he looked shocked. Adam leaned in closer to hear as the girls started a conversation of their own. "Are you freaking serious?! Wade? Playing football? Trips must be kidding himself!"
John knew Randy would react this way. He was one of the captains of the varsity football team last year and he had been only a freshman, a year below John. John merely shrugged, "I think it'll be interesting to see Wade play. You never know man,…he might have some skill. He said he played before…"
"…yeah but…" Randy then went on and on about how horrible of a player Wade must be and also looked to Adam to get his support at times, which the new boy just nodded and looked confused most of the time. The Canadian then started talking about his team at his old school and how his dad really wanted him to do good this year as well. John eventually drowned out the conversation with his own thoughts.
This year was definitely bringing a lot of changes. Not just in football becoming more intense, the teachers assigning more work and his relationship was going down the drain…there was also new faces. One face in particular that he couldn't get out of his mind. It seemed silly to keep thinking about her, he hadn't even met her yet, the new blonde, but that moment when they met eyes, there was something there. It was as if they already knew each other, as if they were already friends seeing each other after a long time away. The funny thing was…it was the first time he'd ever seen her.
Walking around the empty halls of Marian High School, Adam couldn't help but notice how different it was from his old school in Toronto. This school was pretty nice with a big cafeteria greeting you right as you entered the main entrance, it had a well-kept courtyard in the middle, all the classrooms were neat and bright, the gym had a track on the second floor, even the weight-lifting equipment was new. The whole school seemed to have just been built, it probably wasn't even five years old yet.
In Toronto, Adam and Trish both attended The York School. It was a fancy school, which was probably worth a lot of money. However, that was because even though it was an old building it was maintained very well, the decorations were very dark and vintage. Chandeliers hung almost in every room, paintings and art were on the walls, curtains were on the windows, and the students all had to wear uniforms. That was one of the things Adam admired about this new school. He didn't have to deal with the same annoying clothes every day. Here, he was able to wear whatever he wanted and express himself. Although a skull T-shirt and dark jeans with holes in the knees weren't very fashionable, they were comfortable to him.
He had to admit though, he did like the school after all. Not because of the classes or the teachers (which weren't as bad as he though they would be) but mostly because of the new friends he was making. Right of the bat, he met some of the guys from the football team and he knew things were going to pick of from there. John Cena, was a cool guy and was good at pretty much any sport, which didn't surprise him from the way he looked. Yeah, it's true Randy Orton and he didn't get off to a good start with the problem with his girlfriend Maryse but after they settled that, Randy was a pretty helpful guy as well. Michelle, Kelly and Maryse were very friendly to him as well, especially Maryse.
He noticed the way she acted with him was much too helpful but he tried his best to ignore it for he didn't want anymore problems. He started to feel the same way he did back in Canada. He was back in the group of jocks with the football players and the cheerleaders. He was back to who he used to be. However, he felt a hole in his chest. A big pang at realizing, that what Trish had told him as they drove here in the morning was true. This really wasn't who he was, it was who his dad wanted him to be. He just couldn't let him down though.
It ached him to think about his band back at home trying to find a new guitar player to replace him. How he longed to go back into his friend's garage after classes and just rock out. He frowned, that was all over now. No more band, no more Lita, no more distractions. His path was set out for him and it led to a football scholarship his dad hoped he would get. He sighed and rubbed his face.
"Hey, you looking for your sister?"
Adam dropped his hands and turned around. There stood a long-haired dirty blonde holding one of her earphones in her hand and the other still in her ear. It took him a second to remember it was one of the girls sitting with Trish during lunch.
"Oh, um…yeah. You know where she's at?" he asked her. It was the end of the day and school was over. Adam and Trish hadn't planned out a place to meet so after waiting a few minutes by Trish's car and realizing she wasn't coming yet Adam had come back into the school in search for her.
The blonde smiled and started turning, "Nope." With that she plugged her earphone back in her ear and continued on her way. Adam felt his eyebrows go up. Okay? he thought. That was weird. He knew he wasn't going to find her any other way so he followed the girl.
"Um, excuse me?" he said trying to keep up with her. No answer. The girl continued walking along and nodding her head to her music. He decided to speak louder. "Hey! Are you sure you don't know where she's at?" The blonde continued on her way making no sign that she heard or saw him trying to get her attention.
Adam looked at her in amazement. Was this girl serious? he thought. He knew it wasn't the nice thing to do but he was getting irritated. So he walked up to the girl and pulled out one of her earphones letting it fall to her side. She turned and looked at him with raised eyebrows and a slight smirk.
"I'm sorry," even though he really wasn't, "I've just been trying to get your attention. So you mention my sister to me and you're sure you have no idea where she could be?"
The dirty blonde picked up her earphone and Adam was sure she was going to stick it back in her ear and ignore him again but she didn't. Her smirk grew wider, "Yeah, well it was funny wasn't it?" She laughed now at his confused expression. Suddenly her expression turned serious and she sighed, "Fine. She asked me where the Special Ed building was at after class ended. I'm guessing she went that way?"
Adam narrowed his eyes at her and frowned. He wasn't sure whether to believe this girl anymore. He watched her shrug and pop her earphone back in her ear. She was about to walk away when all of a sudden her pink iPod slid out of her sweater pocket and hit the floor disconnecting from her earphones. Loud rock music blasted from it as it rolled over on the floor.
"Damn," she said as she bent to pick it up, however Adam was faster. He flipped it over and looked at the screen "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana it read on the bright screen with a album picture as well. He hadn't realized he was staring at it for a minute until the blonde grabbed it from his hand, "..um yeah? That's mine. Thank you."
He watched as she cleaned the screen with the sleeve of her sweater.
"Not to bad. The last one I had I cracked the screen with the first fall which was two days after I bought it," she made a face. Then as if realizing she was talking to some random guy she didn't know she looked back at him to see him staring at her in surprise. "What? Do you have a staring problem or something?"
Adam shook his head and smiled. "You listen to Nirvana?"
Ashley brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and shrugged. "Yeah, obviously. Why? Is it weird cuz I'm a girl or something?"
"Oh no," he said and laughed, "it's just…it's my favorite band. I didn't think anyone else here would even know of them."
"Yeah…well, I'm different than everybody here as you can probably tell," she said motioning to her clothes and hair. "…and no I'm not sad about that, because I know you are probably going to ask. I like being different."
Adam watched as she brushed a hair behind her ear again. Probably a nervous habit, he though and he couldn't help smiling in thinking he was making this "tough rock chick" nervous. Ashley looked back up at him and frowned.
"..well um, like I said Trish might be in the Special Ed building, so yeah," she said and again attempted to go on her way being stopped again by Adam's hand holding her back. She was shocked, and suddenly felt a thrill go through her at his touch. Weird, she thought.
"Aren't you going to show me where that's at? I mean, I am the new kid. I have no clue where I'm going," he said and frowned. Ashley turned on him now with an irritated expression on her face.
"Woah there, sweetie, don't get ahead of yourself I am not part of any welcoming committee. So looks like your own," she told him. She waited as she watched him shake his head in disbelief. He decided it was a lost cause so he merely shrugged and turned to go.
He was halfway down the hall thinking about what a "different" kind of girl he just ran into when that same girl came running up next to him. He didn't stop walking as she talked. "Look," she said her face serious, "I'm sorry for being rude, I can't help myself sometimes when I talk to one of the Blondetourage or their boys."
At this Adam had to stop. Blonterouage? And their boys?
"Excuse me…?" he started confused.
He watched as her lips raised into a half-smirk. "It's just the name I use to call your little girlfriends. They are all perfect, blonde barbies so it fits…and well you and the rest of the guys are their "boys". I know it's stupid…"
"Actually," he said interrupting, "it's kinda funny. Blondetourage? Huh, do you have some kind of beef with Maryse and them or something?"
He suddenly realized that it wasn't a question she was expecting because she blinked and turned her face. It seemed to be a subject he shouldn't be butting in but before he could think of something to say she answered.
"Let's just day, we don't really see eye to eye on many things," she said and shrugged. When she did that her mouth twisted and Adam noticed her lip ring. He couldn't help but think how cool it looked on her. Lita had on above her eyebrow but he never really thought much about it.
"Oh I see," he said not knowing what else to say. "Well, either way thanks for your help...um?"
"Ashley," she said and nodded.
"Ashley," he said and clicked his tounge, "I'll try and find this building." However, again as he turned to walk he heard a soft chuckle behind him. Oh goodness, he thought, what now? He couldn't help himself, his curiosity got the better of him as he turned to face her.
"Something funny?" he asked.
He saw her fight a smile until she couldn't anymore. "You're going the wrong way."
He smiled too and shook his head in disbelief. Now she was making fun of him.
"Yeah, well if someone could just be nice enough to show me the way?" he asked with pleading eyes.
She watched him and laughed. "Shut up," she said. Adam frowned playfully. He watched her take out her other earphone and roll it around her iPod. "Fine, let's go then." And without waiting for him to be shocked she turned and started walking the other way.
Adam smiled and followed her knowing that he didn't mind spending a few more minutes with her.
After Ashley had told her where the Special Ed building was, Trish had set out right after class. She probably should have told Edge something but she didn't think she would be gone too long. As she walked across the courtyard to the building she thought about her school day so far. She had to admit, Marian High was quite different than her old school but she liked it. Her friends were nice, the teachers as well and she just felt at peace.
However, something told her many of the other students didn't feel as peaceful as she did. She sensed a lot of dram and tension between a lot of them. She knew it wasn't her business but seeing as it involved many of her friends and brother she knew she should worry.
Right now, she wasn't going to think about that though. Her goal was to talk to the teacher in charge of the Special Ed kids. She wanted to get involved somehow with them even if it was in a small way. When she finally reached the door, she hesitated. Hopefully this was the right place, she thought. Right away, she figured out it was, as she was met with a colorful sight. All along the hallway were drawings and pictures. She smiled and went to the first door on the right where Ashley had told her she'd find Mrs. Helmsley, the main teacher of the children and also the wife of the football coach.
She knocked on the door and waited. She then heard a voice but it was a deeper and louder than she expected. She slowly opened the door and stepped into a bright lit classroom. There were only two people inside. A teenage boy with spiky blonde hair and glasses sitting at a table at the corner writing or drawing on a piece of paper, he looked up as she entered. He smiled widely and waved excitedly at her. She smiled and waved back as he went back to his work.
Also sitting at the front of the room behind a desk was someone she never expected to be there. John Cena. Well, that was what Ashley told her, he was called. She guessed it was he who had answered her. He had been busy with some papers in front of him until he looked up, she noticed a look of surprise cross his eyes.
He stood up and gave her a friendly smile. "Hi there, can I help you with something?"
She stood there fidgeted a bit with the strands from her backpack. "Yeah," she started, "I was actually looking for Mrs. Helmsley. Do you know if she's around?"
"Oh, she's actually up at the front office talking to Blaine's mom right now," he said and nodded towards the boy at the corner who had waved at her. Trish turned back to look at him and saw he was still drawing on his paper. "I can give her a message to her, if you'd like?"
Trish thought about it. She was really hoping to talk to the teacher but she guessed it was alright to tell him. He was probably her assistant or aid, she guessed.
"Um, well can you just tell her that I came by to see her. My name is Trish Copeland. Please tell her, that I would like to help her or volunteer in any way I can," she said.
John couldn't help the look of surprise that crossed his face again. Here was the girl from lunch hour, wanting to talk to Mrs. Helmsley about volunteering with the special need kids. She was definitely way different than he thought.
John, realizing he hadn't said anything, shook his head. "Yeah, I'll give her your message," he said and smiled again. He couldn't help himself. "You like working with these kids?"
She looked a bit surprised to be asked but she answered either way. "Yeah, I love them," she said smiling and glancing back at Blaine, "I used to help out back in my last school so I'd thought I'd do the same here."
He watched her shrug and then smile nervously. Why was she nervous? Was it because she was talking to him? No, it couldn't be that. It was probably because she was a new student in a new school. That was it. Why was he getting ahead of himself?
He nodded and smiled. "That's nice of you. It's actually pretty fun as well. The kids here are so happy most of the time. They love learning."
Trish watched him a bit. She saw his eyes sparkle as he talked and knew he really meant it. "I'm guessing you volunteer as well?"
He looked back at her with his light blue eyes. "Yeah. Sadly, I'm the only one…well besides Eve. She comes along at times but lately she's been busy tutoring other students."
Trish looked up at her new friend's name. "Eve? Eve Torres?"
"Yup. Oh yeah, you sat with her at lunch…" John trailed off realizing it sounded wrong knowing who she sat with at lunchtime.
Trish acted as if she hadn't noticed. "Yeah, she's really friendly."
He nodded and then it was silent. Trish was about to say she was going to leave when the door opened behind her and in came Edge.
"Dude!" he said as he walked up to her, "I've been looking for you forever! You could have told me you were gonna go wandering off so I wouldn't stand next to the car like an idiot."
Trish laughed, "I'm sorry Edge. I didn't think I would take long but obviously you are very impatient."
Edge shook his head and then realized John standing there. "Hey man!" he said and they pounded fists. "What are you doing here?"
"Just helping out Mrs. Helmsley with some stuff. You still going to the meeting tonight?" John asked.
Edge nodded. "Yup. Dad would kill me if I didn't."
"Well I'll see you then," John said and then turned his attention to Trish, " and I'll let Mrs. Helmlsey know you came by. We can really use the help…especially now."
Trish only nodded but wondered what he meant by that. "Thank you," she said, "we'll see you around." He nodded and smiled as Edge pounded his fist again.
When the two siblings were out in the hallway again, they were pretty quiet. Both lost in their own thoughts. Trish then realized something. "Hey how'd you find me?" she asked as they crossed the courtyard.
A weird expression crossed Edge's face and he turned to look at his sister. "Well, I ran into your lovely and very helpful friend Ashley and she was nice enough to tell me where you were."
Trish noticed the sarcasm and chuckled. "Really? Did she drive you nuts?"
Edge thought about it. "A bit but she's actually pretty cool after all."
"Yeah just like your friend John back there. I would never have thought he'd be into volunteering," she told him in almost awe.
"I didn't even know he did that…but then again I barely know him yet," he said.
"Well, I guess it goes to show us that people here at Marian High School are not what they seem to be."
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