A/N: Hooray

A/N: Hooray! I finished my math homework! Finally! In this chapter of this lovely story (winks) Debra and Steve start to get to know each other better. I mean, really…

Disclaimer: Debra and SCSA own themselves. Vince McMahon owns the WWF.

"Convenient Store Convenience"

Chapter Two- Bad to the Bone

"Fancy seeing you here." Steve whispered behind Debra. Debra, who recently ditched her plaid jumpers and pigtails for leather and heels, jumped. "Damn it, Steve. You scared me!" Steve smiled, knowing he made Debra say 'damn.' "Well, Ms. Bad," Steve said, checking her out.

"Look, I ain't got no dime on me today. Willing to steal again?" Debra asked, raising an eyebrow. Steve shook his head. "No. You ain't bad enough." Debra's face feel. "Bad enough? I got rid of all of my dress shoes, jumpers, ponytail holders! I used up all my dough on leather and heels."

Steve shrugged. "No can do, doll face. Bad girls ain't blonde." Debra sighed. "Didn't you see Grease?" Steve nodded, "yeah, and she was blonde, but not bad." Debra sighed. "Oh, hell, I give up!" Steve laughed. "Ha, ha! Just pulling your leg! Come on, what flavor gum you want?"

Debra smiled. She put her arm around Steve's neck. This startled her. She did it without thinking. She hoped Steve wouldn't mind. He must have liked it because he pulled her arm more around him and put his arm around her waist. The leather skirt seemed awfully tight.

They walked into the store, greeted by Kelly and Jessica. "Ms. Goody Two Shoes went rotten! Whatever should I tell Mummy and Daddy?" Kelly mocked. She slapped her hand over Steve's butt. He took it and twisted her hand all the way around. Kelly yelped in pain. Debra cringed.

"Don't touch me, bitch," Steve spat out. Jessica gave him a little shove. "Steve, what the hell are you doing?" Steve let go of Debra and pushed Kelly back into the stack of newspapers. The cashier groaned. "What is it that you want?" Steve sighed. "Pack of gum, please."

The cashier gave it to him. "Ten cents." Steve handed two nickels and walked out with Debra. "Now you're paying for shit?" Kelly spat as they walked down the street, nursing her hand.

As Debra walked through her apartment, her mom was on the phone. "Oh heavens," her mother said, "gotta go." She hung up the phone. "Debra, about this new boyfriend of yours-" Debra shook her head. "Mom, no! I lo- like him!" Debra caught herself. She wasn't going to tell anyone she was in love. Well, she didn't even know Steve's last name.

"Mom, please-" She turned to go, but her mother grabbed her. "Debbie, what happened to you? You look like a tramp! Leather, heels… Your school called today and said if you come in looking like that tomorrow, you'll be sent home." Debra shrugged. "So?" Debra's mother sighed. "You're just bad to the bone." Debra nodded. "Bye."

She ran down the stairs back to the store. Steve was there smoking a cigarette. "Back already?" He asked, stepping on other cigarettes. "Want one?" He asked holding a light out to her.

Debra shook her head. "I hate smoke." Steve nodded. "In that case…" He threw the entire pack into the sewer. "I don't even know you're last name," Debra said, coming to the real reason why she came back down. The hot sun glared at her, and she took off her leather jacket. She revealed a skimpy, white tank top.

"Williams," Steve said, "or Austin. I like being called Steve Austin, it sounds better. But Williams is my last name. Or call me the Rattlesnake. Either of those are fine." Debra smiled. "Austin, eh? Sounds like a biker Texan. One who spits at the ladies, blows his horn too loud, and scratches himself in public. Ain't no gentleman. And I like gentlemen."

Steve snorted. "I like ladies." Debra gasped. "How dare you-" She was ranting as Steve leaned in and kissed her. It was a real kiss, on the lips. Debra put her hands on his face and when they broke apart, Debra and Steve smiled. "You sure made my mouth rattle, Rattlesnake."

Steve smiled. "Damn! How can I say this without sounding cheesy. Alright, here it goes- I think you found the way into my heart, because you're bad, bad to the bone."

Normally, Debra would cry if someone said that to her. Now, she was just too damn happy to care.