North Carolina Rebel Child
Author: GlamRockChickx
Chapter Three: Home Sweet Home
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.
Jeff slouched back down on the couch again with a grunt, moving the controller out of the way, lying down, crossing his feet together, head resting and hair spreading out a little on the cushion, unpausing his game and continuing to play.
His focus regained on the game as Matt stepped inside with a couple of my bags and me following close behind. Matt took a closer inspection on what game Jeff was playing. Matt laughed, causing me to look at him incomprehensibly, like 'what the fuck?'
"You still up to that level?" Matt ranted teasing his younger brother with Jeff rolling his eyes in return.
"Need me to pass that for ya bro?" Matt asked assisting.
"Ner" Jeff mumbled push-buttoning rapidly with his thumbs. I scoffed derisorily rolling my eyes. Boys and their stupid video games. Video games are a waste time, and not really designed for girls, unless tomboy girls enjoy playing it.
"Follow me" Matt instructed and he started strolling again with the bags and I followed him up the stairs.
Matt turned the rusty door knob allowing the door to open and taking a step inside.
The walls where painted sort of a cream colour, patterned with swirly patterns and a couple of cracks in the corner of the ceiling. A single bed with a white bed set with roses complementing the set, placed in the corner next to a small double window with a nice view of the woods. Excellent. A wooden, varnished wardrobe, draws included, better be big enough for all of my clothes and shoes to fit. A study desk with a study lamp and a wooden chair that looks like it's about to shatter into pieces.
I swear to god, if I'm sitting on that chair and it breaks on me, there will be hell to pay.
This room doesn't look too bad, maybe not enough…classiness for me, but I guess it'll have to do.
"Well knowing you, it may not be, uh, how you put it, classy and girly, but it's a decent room" Matt spoke walking over to the bed and placing the suitcases on the bed making the bed sink a little.
"I'll say" I said doing the same thing and Matt chuckled lightly.
"Jeff and I have a friend comin' round later. You'll get to meet him" Matt said letting his arms drop to his side.
"Oh yeah? What's his name?" I asked folding my arms and leaning on one side.
"Shannon" his southern accent withdrew. My face cringed a little at the name. Shannon?
"What kind of a name is that?" I asked harshly. He shrugged his shoulders in response.
"Well were gonna be wrestlin' in the ring most of the afternoon. You're more than welcome to come and join or watch if you want" Matt obtained.
"Uh wrestling?" I asked raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, two people fight, grapple, using tactics to weaken their opponent, you know, wrestling'" he explained the concept.
"I guess I'll think about" I said letting my arms drop to the side.
"A'ight cool. I'll leave you alone to unpack" he said.
"Okay and thanks" I said. He smiled and left closing the door behind him. No time to waste, time to unpack…and redecorate if I'm lucky enough to save this room.
I looked through the window to see the now three boys; I'm guessing the one with the shoulder length greasy blonde hair covered with a backwards cap, green t-shirt and jeans is 'Shannon'. They appeared to be laughing at something and disappeared walking into the woods. No way am I walking into them woods in my best outfit and shoes. In fact, I'm not going into them woods at all; there could be a bear in there for all I know.
-Jeff's P.O.V-
Kat Stevens. Huh, seems like a troubled, confusing, spoiled girl. I don't know her that well personally, but the image says it all otherwise. I've seen girls like that, hell even they go to my high-school. The look and personality doesn't fit Kat. I can tell she's different. I like girls who are real and ain't afraid to show their true self, fake girls, plastic, are just too much. They act stupid to get us guy's attention. Jocks that are into them sorta girls, but that ain't for me ya know? I think somewhere deep down inside, inwardly, the real Kat is in there, wanting to get out instead of the fake one I'm havin' a grudge against.
"Hey man, who was the hottie looking out from the window?" my best friend Shannon Moore asked as I was snapping out of thought.
"Kat I think her name is I don't know" I replied pretending I didn't know rubbing the back of my neck.
"Kat Stevens, she's from...um...Miami. She's staying with us for the semester. I heard that her pop's girlfriend was moving in so Kat and her friends shifted the boxes from the moving truck and threw 'em into the pool, clothes and everything" Matt explained stretching. I chuckled and shook my head a little.
"Well whoever she is, she's hot" Shannon commented. I snorted laughing and Matt joined in.
"What?" the idiot asked.
"Dude, she's way out of your league, man" I said thumping his back twice.
"Oh and she isn't for you?" Shannon retorted back. I rolled my eyes at his witted comeback.
"Not for me, man" I stated clearly.
"Come on bro, don't lie. I've seen the way you two looked at each other the first time she arrived" Matt spoke, a smug smirk forming on his face.
"She just arrived today" I stated.
"Yeah...and I'm saying that she wants you" Matt teased ruffling my hair with Shannon laughing in the background as I swatted his hand away. I looked at my older brother as if to say 'you're just as dumb as Shannon' and ran a hand through my hair.
"Now that ain't funny" I cautioned pointin' my finger at him.
"For me it was" Shannon said chuckling. I glared at him a little and that shut him up.
"Whatever, wanna get some trainin' done or what?" I asked jumping around a bit gettin' all pumped up.
-Kat's P.O.V-
There's nothing to do. I can't call my friends, because they're too far away, I can't go hang at the mall, because there isn't one good enough. I sighed sitting up on my new bed. The room I'm staying in looks a hell of a lot better than before. I tucked some loose strands of my hair behind my ear and looked out the window to see the woods and no one in sight. Maybe I should go and watch them? I mean, doesn't hurt to go and watch and be involved, right? Nah, wrestling is not really what I'm into, I can watch, yeah, I'll go and watch. But first, need to change out of these clothes. I chucked on some track pants, a plain pink singlet and a black jacket to go with it. I walked of the bedroom closing the door behind me. I took a quick glance in the hall way mirror, giving myself a few touch-ups before walking on.
I walked, trying not to trip over logs or sticks that may pass my way. I heard a sudden snig of a tree branch quickly making a sharp turn with my head. What was that? A bear? A deer? Or some wild animal? I took a careful look around before carrying on my stroll, taking a few glances back.
I pushed oncoming tree branches and whatnot out of the way as I then came across the 'trampoline/ring' whatever they want to call it. I think the two brothers were wrestling each other in the ring while the blonde with the cap was standing around in the ring following their every move so I don't know what the hell he's doing. He seems pretty cute though.
I have no idea what...how did Matt put it...'ring tactics' they were doing so I was totally clueless.
"One...two...count out" the blonde announced as Jeff kicked out from Matt pinning him down. Matt ran a hand through his dark hair, sweat was pouring down his face a little. He looked up to see me and smiled wearily.
"Hey Kat" he greeted huffing and puffing causing Jeff and their friend to direct their attention towards me. I smiled greeting them with a small wave.
"So...this is wrestling?" I asked chuckling a little finding it ridiculous...to me anyway.
"Yup, welcome to the backyard wrestling circuit or better known as TWF" Matt replied standing.
"TWF?" I asked folding my arms.
"Trampoline Wrestling Federation" the younger brother replied.
"...okay" I said after some time. Jeff raised an eyebrow.
"Shannon Moore. You must be Kat" the blonde now known as Shannon introduced himself standing up and holding his hand out to me.
"Uh...yeah" I said taken aback shaking his hand then pulled my hand away.
"So this is all you guys do? Wrestle?" I asked gesturing.
"Mainly but we do other stuff to, just maybe not the stuff that you wouldn't enjoy" Matt replied trying not to hurt my feelings.
"That's...that's not true" I said as a matter of factly but Jeff scoffed at my comment so I scowled at him a little.
"Why don't we watch a movie or something?" I suggested.
"Just as long as it's not, ya know, girly romance movies that girls like you are always interested in" Jeff said despicably. Girls like me? GIRLS LIKE ME? Now what exactly is 'Mr Jeff-I think I'm so great-Hardy' implying?
"And what is that supposed to mean?" I retorted bitterly placing my hands on my hips.
"Forget it, don't worry your pretty little head about it" Jeff teased hopping out of the ring and walking back to the house. Jackass. Who the hell does he think he is? He is starting to infuriate me already. Why is he picking on me? I just got here and he's already making a big judgement out of me.
"Don't about him. He'll warm up to ya eventually" Matt tried to encourage as he hopped out of the ring and walking back to the house also.
"I hope so" I mumbled and followed with Shannon trailing behind.