Title: I'm Real
Summary: Set in present times the WWF superstars are 16 years old and are going to a private school in New York City, New York. The School is Wrestle Academy.
A.N.: WASSUP WODIEZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL. Hey wassup y'all! I have 35 reviews and I have to say……DAMN!!!!!! I really really appreciate them. I'm not in a particularly good mood today mostly cuz my puter ate the original 6th chapter. This is some weird twist of fate because this always happens with one or more of my really good stories (i.e. Des Put it on Me. The girl who updated on that site lost it and it was never on the site.). It'll go missing some how and once I write a chapter it is really really hard for me to duplicate it or even write one as good as. So for all you fans of the story I feel seriously bad that you have to read the "Doughnut" chapter. Cuz I really think y'all deserve to read a better chapter than this. Anywho! I heard Stephanie might be coming back as the bad ass version of Mighty Molly which I think would be cool cuz they both have the pointy nose thing going on. LOL OK BACK TO THE STORY. I hope you ENJOY THE "DONUT CHAPTER" lol. As usual READ ON AND ROCK OUT!
I love the way you look at me
I feel the pain you place inside
lock me up inside ya dirty cage
while I'm alone inside my mind
Chris idly ran and hand through his hair. Earlier in the day he'd asked Stephanie to go out on a date with him. Basically it was going to be a night on the town. She said she would be running late and that there'd be an Arts festival at the park that after noon so she'd meet him in the Paintings and Sketeches section she'd kissed him on the cheek before she hurried on to her next class. He reached up and felt said cheek a small grin formed and he blew out a breath. He was nervous for some reason and he didn't know why. It scared him to think about it. At the moment he was so out of control of his life. He looked down at his jeans that clung to him in all the right places (AHEM HIS ASS IS JUST WHOA!) and his Wrestle Academy T-shirt. He wore a jean jacket and had his hair pulled into a pony tail.
"Just stand still young man.." Chris turned around recognizing a French accent. He saw a dirty looking French man with a kind smile sketching something. He nodded then sighed looking at his watch that nervous knot began to build again. She was 10 minutes late. Doubts began to swirl in his mind. Did she say yes as a joke? Did he not understand her when she said what place and time?
"CHRIS!" Stephanie shoved her way through the crowded area to him. She was wearing a pair of cotton pink and white capri's with the matching spagheteii strap tank top. Her hair was out and looked tossled. He smiled at her half in relief and half in excitement. She reached him and took his hand leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.
"Hey Steph!" His fingers curled around hers and she felt an electric jolt go up her arm sending shivers up her spine her eyes lit up when he brought their intertwined fingers to his lips kissing her hand. She leaned into him and let his warmth take over her. His embrace calmed her nerves after what she'd been through at the hospital. It was sad that she couldn't tell him what was going on with her. But with the way things were going now.. she'd enjoy the time she had left before she'd be taking a break. The way things were going with them now…he had her hook….line……and sinker.
"And Done!" The old man croaked and they looked over at him. He turned around his canvas and Chris gasped. Stephanie put her fingers to her lips and with her other hand lightly touched the sketch. It was of her and Chris. Chris was standing right where he was and Stephanie was off in the distance in between the crowd. He'd caught every detail and emotion. She looked at Chris and he looked at the man.
"How much?" The man reached down and grabbed an old leather folder. He slide the sketch into the plastic holding part. He then wrote something on the other side of the folder and handed it to them. Chris went to reach for his wallet when the man shook his head.
"It is a gift from God." He said and packed his things up. Chris and Stephanie moved on and the man left looking after them as he went repeating the phrase over and over. They stopped at an ice cream van and got two vanilla cones. They sat on a bench and watched the little kids near by play Freeze tag.
"Sooo what does it say?" Stephanie asked him and he opened the folder. Inside it said: 'May you always be together Chris Irvine and Stephanie McMahon.' "We didn't tell him our names did we?"
"Not that I know of.." Chris looked at her and shrugged. She went to lick her ice cream which was melting when it dribbled on Chris's shirt. She jumped back embarassed.
"Oh god how much of a dork am I?" She grabbed a tissue out of her purse and tried to wipe it off. His eyes had a mischevious glint to them. "Chris Irvine what are you thinking about?"
"Oh just this." He smeared his vanilla cone on her shirt. She retailitated by pushing hers down the back of his shirt. He reached for her and she jumped up running. He chased her around with the rest of his ice cream cone until they reached a fountain and Stephanie looked pooped. She was about to sit down when she tripped and went head first into the fountain of penny's, quarters, dimes, and nickles. He laughed a bit when she tried to get up and fell back in.
"Jericho!" She muttered angrily under her breath. "HELP!"
"Keep your pants on Princess." He walked over and pulled her out of the pool. It was nearly dark out and she shivered. He placed his jean Jacket around her shoulders and they walked back to the bench and retrieved her purse and the sketch. They began to walk around as the sun finished setting. His arm around her shoulders and her head on his chest it struck her. They fit each other perfectly and it felt so right. Somewhere in her mind she wondered what she did to deserve him.
I like to teach you all the rules
I'd get to see them set in stone
I like it when you chain me to the bed
there ya secrets never shone
"Hey Lita you done with that car yet!" A gruff voice rose above the radio in the greasy garage that Lita called work. She pulled herself out from under the red sports car after making the finishing touches. She looked in the mirror as she stood, if you didn't know that she worked there you wouldn't recognize her at all. Her hair was a bit matted and she was covered from head to toe in grease, oil , what ever that sticky stuff was that was on her shoes.
"Done!" Lita called out and groaned when she looked her nails. It was a rule at the academy that every sophmore student and up have a job to ensure life skills and of course their own pocket cash. She took to the garage, Trish took to one of the musemes in the area, Molly worked at a little corner store down the street, Stacey worked at some stables in Manhattan, and Stephanie worked the front desk at the Garage. She grabbed her glass of water and poured it on her face. She used one of the towels to dry herself. At least one part of her felt clean. She'd learned in the early days of working there. If you were working on the cars don't bother to wash your hands unless you're eating or talking to a customer. She looked in the mirror again and saw Matt standing there shuffling his feet. His hands were jammed deep in the pockets of his black baggy pants. He wore a Carolina hurricanes muscle shirt and hat.
"Hey Matt." She set the towel down and turned to look at him. She flashed him a brilliant smile which she felt was somewhat dulled by the fact that she looked like crap in her navy blue jumpsuit. "What's up?"
"I….we….we need to talk." She raised an eye brow looking at him skeptically. Deciding he was serious she called out to her boss that she'd be taking a break. It was the last one she got and she had 8 more hours to go. They stepped outside and she leaned on the door frame.
"So what did you want to talk about?" She crossed her arms and looked him in the eye. He shifted from one foot to the other. He looked away and then back at her she was looking quite annoyed by his delaying the conversation. She pursed her lips and he had to stop the urge to kiss her. He needed her he'd admit it. But she didn't trust him. Trust was a major problem. MAJOR PROBLEM.
I need to feel you
You need to feel me
I can't control you
You're not the one for me, no
"Ummm uhh…" He started did he want to go there again. He wouldn't get the chance as he blurted out something from the top of his head. "Carborators."
"Let me get this straight." She began looking at him hurt filling her eyes. "You come down here and say you want to talk, I take my break which could have been used about 4 hours down the road and you want to talk about CARBORATORS!!!!"
"See this is why we never talk you can never keep your temper in check!" He muttered.
"Well what did you expect Matt!?" She hissed. "Last time I checked when we broke up you were chasing after some foreign exchange student and humping like bunnies in a closet somewhere!"
He mentally groaned. That hit a major point with him. Sometimes he couldn't stand her insecurities. "You're still Jealous of me and Jennifer?"
"This isn't about you and Jennifer!" She spat but he could have sworn it sounded like a desperate plea.
"Then what is it about?" He looked her dead in the eye. "TELL ME!"
"It's about the fact that everyday when I wake up you are the first thing on my mind!" She blurted out and he took a step back shocked. She tried to hold in her tears. She'd done a good job so far hadn't she. She hid them well. "The fact that when I go to sleep you are the last thing I think about."
"Lita…" He started but was cut off abruptly.
"Fact is that whenever we speak I get my hopes up thinking you've come to ask me out! To say "Lita I love you please give me a chance" BUT NO! It never happens and I'm beginning to think It never will!" She stood there looking at him. He noticed she looked so tired and heartbroken. He did the only thing he could do. The only thing he wanted to do at that moment. He pulled her in his arms and kissed her fully on the lips.
I can't control you
You can't control me
I need to feel you
So why's it involve
" La da di da da da dum!" Stacey bounced around her room to her own imaginary beat. She'd just got off from work "PAH yah YEA HEY! Wanna be my LOVA!"
She was wearing a pair of overalls and a short sleaved pink shirt. She pulled off her stables boots and set them in her closet still dancing around. She didn't notice a knock at the door or some one calling her from the other side. She jumped on her bed and suddenly the tempo switched from POP to Kid Rock. She started to play air guitar and some crazy dance that most people would only do in the safety of their own room. Edge stood at the door with an amused expression on his face. He wore a pair of baggy shorts and was wearing no shirt showcasing his delicious abs (YES ITS TRUE! I'm not only a Stephaholic and a Litaite!I'm also a Hardyette and an EDGEHEAD!!OH IT's TRUE IT'S DAMN TRUE!) . He'd just come from the weight room at the Academy and decided to drop in and say "Hi". He tried not to laugh when she hopped on the bed and did head banger motions. Obviously she was going along with Bawitdaba from Kid Rock.
"MaH NAME IS STACEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She yelled out in her own little world. "KIEBLER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She held out her arms like he did in the music video. She shrieked when she heard someone at the door.
"AND MY NAME IS ADAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!" Edge mimicked her. "COPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDD!!!!!! !!!" He burst into laughter as she fell off the bed blushing furiously. He held his stomach and tried to stand up straight. He looked her again and she was standing right in front of him hands on her hips.
I love the way you rape my skin
I feel the hate you place inside
I need to get your voice out of my head
Cause I'm the guy you'll never find
"Just what in the name of God are you doing scaring me like that!?" She looked at him with a small smile. His heart tugged and he shook it off. He never let girls get him like that. NEVER. He smiled brightly.
"Well Ms. Stacey I could tell you….." He leaned in and whispered in her ear sending thrills up her spine. "But I think it'd be better if I show you." He kissed her temple and her cheek. He moved down and captured her lips in a hungry yet passion filled kiss. Her heart dropped to her toes when he added tounge and his hands found her waist. She pulled back several seconds later from her flight to heaven. He however kept going. His lips found her neck and as he suckled on her tender flesh she let out a small whimper and let her head loll back giving him full access. He picked her up and pulled her back into the room slamming the door shut and locking it behind him.
I'm faking all of the rules
there's no expressions on your face
I'm hoping some day you will let me go
Release me from my dirty cage
Trish turned on the shower and let the water wash away her beads of sweat. She'd just done a 2 hour work out courtesy of her Indy period teacher Ivory who'd requested that she stay after class. Jeff had been staring at her the entire period. She groaned and leaned her head against the tile wall. She couldn't get him out of her head. It was as if he just wanted to tease and torture her until she died as wretched curse. In lunch he sat with Krystal. In bumping class he showed Krystal some holds and snuggled with her. And the way Krystal looked her made Trish's anger grow to a higher point. She looked down at her body and sighed. She was loosing weight quickly due to the cutting of meals and excessive excersise. You could almost see her ribs. She hated her body. Why couldn't she have a toned tummy like Lita or athletic looking legs like Stacey. According to Krystal and her friends she looked like a crossdressing whore. She let her body weight hit against the wall and slide down. She felt a surge of emotions course through her. It wasn't all about why Jeff wasn't coming to her. She wasn't doing very well in any of her classes so far.
"God maybe I should quit and just go home." She bit her lower lip and let silent tears slip down her face. "Go back to modeling or something.."She wrapped a wrapped a towel around herself and stood up. She stepped out of the shower only to be knocked back down. She looked up and saw Krystal standing there with a smirk on her face.
"Well if it ain't wrestle academy's own resident slut!" Krystal stepped over her cautiously. "Well actually if you want to be correct we could say FAT slut."
I need to feel you
You need to feel me
I can't control you
You're not the one for me, no
"Just leave me alone." Trish stood up again and began to walk to the door. Krystal's arm shot out in front of her. Trish found herself staring into cold dark eyes. She wished it would all stop she needed a way for all of her pain and worries to stop.
"Alright I'll leave you alone as long as you leave Jeff alone you little whore." She got into her face standing toe to toe nose to nose. "HE is MY boyfriend. He wants ONLY me. He doesn't want a fat assed bitch who couldn't wrestle to save her life." She grinned and walked off to the other side of the room. Trish ran out of the room before Krystal could see her tears. Jeff turned the corner and looked at the shower door in disbelief at what his girlfriend had dished out.
Molly stood in front of Hurricane's door with a nervous smile on her face. She raised her hand to knock and then brought it back down. She needed to talk to him but what would he say to her. What if he laughed flat out in her face! She raised her hand again and then droppped it. She couldn't do this. She began to walk down the hall.
I can't control you
You can't control me
I need to feel you
So why's it involve...you and me..
"Molly?" Hurricane looked at her confused to why she'd stop by. Especially when Shane was on the same floor. She stopped and inwardly groaned. She wanted to talk to him but what would Shane think?
"To Hell with Shane…" She muttered under her breath and turned around. She watched him for a second and smiled at him. She was still wearing her form fitting sweat pants and she'd borrowed one of Lita's half tops. "Hurricane…. You know that dance this Friday?"
"Yeah what about it?" He cocked his head to the side wondering if she'd gone mad. Was she really going to ask him to the dance? JUST LIKE THAT? He shook his head and she walked over to him. She figited with her fingers for a few moments.
"Well how about…..do you?" She shook her head. "Would you go to the dance with me?"
"HUH?" He looked at her really boggled ( I like that word….BOGGLED).
"Would you be my date to the dance on Friday?" For the first time since the night before he smiled at her.
"Of course.." He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "But what about your Shaney Poo?"
"He's not my Shaney poo?" She wrinkled her nose. "I never really was his girl friend. I'm yours."
"You sure about that?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yep…" She leaned in and kissed him. He kissed her back and neither of them noticed Spike Dudley and Shane McMahon walking down the hallway. Spike gripped Shane's arm to hold him back from ripping the two apart.
I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you
Shane was pulled down the stairs his eyes never left her the entire time. How could she do this to him. Granted she wasn't his girlfriend but they were pretty damned close to it. He felt his heart breaking in two. He hated the fact that she chose Hurricane over him. He'd admit it hurt. It hurt him to his very core. He punched the wall not even acknowledging his bleeding fist.
I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you
Hurricane pulled back from the kiss and wrapped his arms around her. He couldn't believe all that had happened in the past few days. He knew he was in for a bumpy year. But he wouldn't want to got through it with any one else but her. She was his. And he was hers. She smiled up at him her arms around his waist.
"Lets go get something to eat." He shut the door and they walked down the stairs hand in hand.
I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you
"You little SHIT!" Shane rushed at Hurricane with his eyes blazing. Hurricane stepped protectively in front of Molly. He shoved Shane backwards. He hunched his shoulders and dared him to come back for more. He felt something pulling at his arm. Molly had a pleading look her eyes. Shane was getting up.
I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you
"Lets go.." She whispered and pulled him back. He nodded and they walked off. Shane could hear the laughter of some of the guys. He looked up to see Dwayne "The ROCK" Johnson laughing it up with Chris Benoit. Then in walked in Coach Callaway. He pounded his fist on the floor and started to stand up.
I need to feel you
You need to feel me
I can't control you
You're not the one for me, no
"Shane man I gotta say that was hilarious." Off to the corner Hunter and Andrew were doubled over in hysterics. "Shane got his ass whooped by the new guy!"
I can't control you
You can't control me
I need to feel you
So why's it involve you and me..
"Damn it!" Shane stomped back up the stairs the back of his neck warm with embarassment. He slammed his door behind himself.
You're not the one for me, no
You're not the one for me, no
You're not the one for me, no
You're not the one for me, no
WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL Sorry I didn't update for a couple of days. Mostly the reason was cuz I was moving back to my favorite TOWn. C-TOWN! Clayton,NC!!!!! LOL
Song was by Puddle of Mudd and it was "control"
Thanks for reading and look out for the next chapter "At the Dance"
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Summary: Set in present times the WWF superstars are 16 years old and are going to a private school in New York City, New York. The School is Wrestle Academy.
A.N.: WASSUP WODIEZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL. Hey wassup y'all! I have 35 reviews and I have to say……DAMN!!!!!! I really really appreciate them. I'm not in a particularly good mood today mostly cuz my puter ate the original 6th chapter. This is some weird twist of fate because this always happens with one or more of my really good stories (i.e. Des Put it on Me. The girl who updated on that site lost it and it was never on the site.). It'll go missing some how and once I write a chapter it is really really hard for me to duplicate it or even write one as good as. So for all you fans of the story I feel seriously bad that you have to read the "Doughnut" chapter. Cuz I really think y'all deserve to read a better chapter than this. Anywho! I heard Stephanie might be coming back as the bad ass version of Mighty Molly which I think would be cool cuz they both have the pointy nose thing going on. LOL OK BACK TO THE STORY. I hope you ENJOY THE "DONUT CHAPTER" lol. As usual READ ON AND ROCK OUT!
I love the way you look at me
I feel the pain you place inside
lock me up inside ya dirty cage
while I'm alone inside my mind
Chris idly ran and hand through his hair. Earlier in the day he'd asked Stephanie to go out on a date with him. Basically it was going to be a night on the town. She said she would be running late and that there'd be an Arts festival at the park that after noon so she'd meet him in the Paintings and Sketeches section she'd kissed him on the cheek before she hurried on to her next class. He reached up and felt said cheek a small grin formed and he blew out a breath. He was nervous for some reason and he didn't know why. It scared him to think about it. At the moment he was so out of control of his life. He looked down at his jeans that clung to him in all the right places (AHEM HIS ASS IS JUST WHOA!) and his Wrestle Academy T-shirt. He wore a jean jacket and had his hair pulled into a pony tail.
"Just stand still young man.." Chris turned around recognizing a French accent. He saw a dirty looking French man with a kind smile sketching something. He nodded then sighed looking at his watch that nervous knot began to build again. She was 10 minutes late. Doubts began to swirl in his mind. Did she say yes as a joke? Did he not understand her when she said what place and time?
"CHRIS!" Stephanie shoved her way through the crowded area to him. She was wearing a pair of cotton pink and white capri's with the matching spagheteii strap tank top. Her hair was out and looked tossled. He smiled at her half in relief and half in excitement. She reached him and took his hand leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.
"Hey Steph!" His fingers curled around hers and she felt an electric jolt go up her arm sending shivers up her spine her eyes lit up when he brought their intertwined fingers to his lips kissing her hand. She leaned into him and let his warmth take over her. His embrace calmed her nerves after what she'd been through at the hospital. It was sad that she couldn't tell him what was going on with her. But with the way things were going now.. she'd enjoy the time she had left before she'd be taking a break. The way things were going with them now…he had her hook….line……and sinker.
"And Done!" The old man croaked and they looked over at him. He turned around his canvas and Chris gasped. Stephanie put her fingers to her lips and with her other hand lightly touched the sketch. It was of her and Chris. Chris was standing right where he was and Stephanie was off in the distance in between the crowd. He'd caught every detail and emotion. She looked at Chris and he looked at the man.
"How much?" The man reached down and grabbed an old leather folder. He slide the sketch into the plastic holding part. He then wrote something on the other side of the folder and handed it to them. Chris went to reach for his wallet when the man shook his head.
"It is a gift from God." He said and packed his things up. Chris and Stephanie moved on and the man left looking after them as he went repeating the phrase over and over. They stopped at an ice cream van and got two vanilla cones. They sat on a bench and watched the little kids near by play Freeze tag.
"Sooo what does it say?" Stephanie asked him and he opened the folder. Inside it said: 'May you always be together Chris Irvine and Stephanie McMahon.' "We didn't tell him our names did we?"
"Not that I know of.." Chris looked at her and shrugged. She went to lick her ice cream which was melting when it dribbled on Chris's shirt. She jumped back embarassed.
"Oh god how much of a dork am I?" She grabbed a tissue out of her purse and tried to wipe it off. His eyes had a mischevious glint to them. "Chris Irvine what are you thinking about?"
"Oh just this." He smeared his vanilla cone on her shirt. She retailitated by pushing hers down the back of his shirt. He reached for her and she jumped up running. He chased her around with the rest of his ice cream cone until they reached a fountain and Stephanie looked pooped. She was about to sit down when she tripped and went head first into the fountain of penny's, quarters, dimes, and nickles. He laughed a bit when she tried to get up and fell back in.
"Jericho!" She muttered angrily under her breath. "HELP!"
"Keep your pants on Princess." He walked over and pulled her out of the pool. It was nearly dark out and she shivered. He placed his jean Jacket around her shoulders and they walked back to the bench and retrieved her purse and the sketch. They began to walk around as the sun finished setting. His arm around her shoulders and her head on his chest it struck her. They fit each other perfectly and it felt so right. Somewhere in her mind she wondered what she did to deserve him.
I like to teach you all the rules
I'd get to see them set in stone
I like it when you chain me to the bed
there ya secrets never shone
"Hey Lita you done with that car yet!" A gruff voice rose above the radio in the greasy garage that Lita called work. She pulled herself out from under the red sports car after making the finishing touches. She looked in the mirror as she stood, if you didn't know that she worked there you wouldn't recognize her at all. Her hair was a bit matted and she was covered from head to toe in grease, oil , what ever that sticky stuff was that was on her shoes.
"Done!" Lita called out and groaned when she looked her nails. It was a rule at the academy that every sophmore student and up have a job to ensure life skills and of course their own pocket cash. She took to the garage, Trish took to one of the musemes in the area, Molly worked at a little corner store down the street, Stacey worked at some stables in Manhattan, and Stephanie worked the front desk at the Garage. She grabbed her glass of water and poured it on her face. She used one of the towels to dry herself. At least one part of her felt clean. She'd learned in the early days of working there. If you were working on the cars don't bother to wash your hands unless you're eating or talking to a customer. She looked in the mirror again and saw Matt standing there shuffling his feet. His hands were jammed deep in the pockets of his black baggy pants. He wore a Carolina hurricanes muscle shirt and hat.
"Hey Matt." She set the towel down and turned to look at him. She flashed him a brilliant smile which she felt was somewhat dulled by the fact that she looked like crap in her navy blue jumpsuit. "What's up?"
"I….we….we need to talk." She raised an eye brow looking at him skeptically. Deciding he was serious she called out to her boss that she'd be taking a break. It was the last one she got and she had 8 more hours to go. They stepped outside and she leaned on the door frame.
"So what did you want to talk about?" She crossed her arms and looked him in the eye. He shifted from one foot to the other. He looked away and then back at her she was looking quite annoyed by his delaying the conversation. She pursed her lips and he had to stop the urge to kiss her. He needed her he'd admit it. But she didn't trust him. Trust was a major problem. MAJOR PROBLEM.
I need to feel you
You need to feel me
I can't control you
You're not the one for me, no
"Ummm uhh…" He started did he want to go there again. He wouldn't get the chance as he blurted out something from the top of his head. "Carborators."
"Let me get this straight." She began looking at him hurt filling her eyes. "You come down here and say you want to talk, I take my break which could have been used about 4 hours down the road and you want to talk about CARBORATORS!!!!"
"See this is why we never talk you can never keep your temper in check!" He muttered.
"Well what did you expect Matt!?" She hissed. "Last time I checked when we broke up you were chasing after some foreign exchange student and humping like bunnies in a closet somewhere!"
He mentally groaned. That hit a major point with him. Sometimes he couldn't stand her insecurities. "You're still Jealous of me and Jennifer?"
"This isn't about you and Jennifer!" She spat but he could have sworn it sounded like a desperate plea.
"Then what is it about?" He looked her dead in the eye. "TELL ME!"
"It's about the fact that everyday when I wake up you are the first thing on my mind!" She blurted out and he took a step back shocked. She tried to hold in her tears. She'd done a good job so far hadn't she. She hid them well. "The fact that when I go to sleep you are the last thing I think about."
"Lita…" He started but was cut off abruptly.
"Fact is that whenever we speak I get my hopes up thinking you've come to ask me out! To say "Lita I love you please give me a chance" BUT NO! It never happens and I'm beginning to think It never will!" She stood there looking at him. He noticed she looked so tired and heartbroken. He did the only thing he could do. The only thing he wanted to do at that moment. He pulled her in his arms and kissed her fully on the lips.
I can't control you
You can't control me
I need to feel you
So why's it involve
" La da di da da da dum!" Stacey bounced around her room to her own imaginary beat. She'd just got off from work "PAH yah YEA HEY! Wanna be my LOVA!"
She was wearing a pair of overalls and a short sleaved pink shirt. She pulled off her stables boots and set them in her closet still dancing around. She didn't notice a knock at the door or some one calling her from the other side. She jumped on her bed and suddenly the tempo switched from POP to Kid Rock. She started to play air guitar and some crazy dance that most people would only do in the safety of their own room. Edge stood at the door with an amused expression on his face. He wore a pair of baggy shorts and was wearing no shirt showcasing his delicious abs (YES ITS TRUE! I'm not only a Stephaholic and a Litaite!I'm also a Hardyette and an EDGEHEAD!!OH IT's TRUE IT'S DAMN TRUE!) . He'd just come from the weight room at the Academy and decided to drop in and say "Hi". He tried not to laugh when she hopped on the bed and did head banger motions. Obviously she was going along with Bawitdaba from Kid Rock.
"MaH NAME IS STACEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She yelled out in her own little world. "KIEBLER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She held out her arms like he did in the music video. She shrieked when she heard someone at the door.
"AND MY NAME IS ADAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!" Edge mimicked her. "COPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDD!!!!!! !!!" He burst into laughter as she fell off the bed blushing furiously. He held his stomach and tried to stand up straight. He looked her again and she was standing right in front of him hands on her hips.
I love the way you rape my skin
I feel the hate you place inside
I need to get your voice out of my head
Cause I'm the guy you'll never find
"Just what in the name of God are you doing scaring me like that!?" She looked at him with a small smile. His heart tugged and he shook it off. He never let girls get him like that. NEVER. He smiled brightly.
"Well Ms. Stacey I could tell you….." He leaned in and whispered in her ear sending thrills up her spine. "But I think it'd be better if I show you." He kissed her temple and her cheek. He moved down and captured her lips in a hungry yet passion filled kiss. Her heart dropped to her toes when he added tounge and his hands found her waist. She pulled back several seconds later from her flight to heaven. He however kept going. His lips found her neck and as he suckled on her tender flesh she let out a small whimper and let her head loll back giving him full access. He picked her up and pulled her back into the room slamming the door shut and locking it behind him.
I'm faking all of the rules
there's no expressions on your face
I'm hoping some day you will let me go
Release me from my dirty cage
Trish turned on the shower and let the water wash away her beads of sweat. She'd just done a 2 hour work out courtesy of her Indy period teacher Ivory who'd requested that she stay after class. Jeff had been staring at her the entire period. She groaned and leaned her head against the tile wall. She couldn't get him out of her head. It was as if he just wanted to tease and torture her until she died as wretched curse. In lunch he sat with Krystal. In bumping class he showed Krystal some holds and snuggled with her. And the way Krystal looked her made Trish's anger grow to a higher point. She looked down at her body and sighed. She was loosing weight quickly due to the cutting of meals and excessive excersise. You could almost see her ribs. She hated her body. Why couldn't she have a toned tummy like Lita or athletic looking legs like Stacey. According to Krystal and her friends she looked like a crossdressing whore. She let her body weight hit against the wall and slide down. She felt a surge of emotions course through her. It wasn't all about why Jeff wasn't coming to her. She wasn't doing very well in any of her classes so far.
"God maybe I should quit and just go home." She bit her lower lip and let silent tears slip down her face. "Go back to modeling or something.."She wrapped a wrapped a towel around herself and stood up. She stepped out of the shower only to be knocked back down. She looked up and saw Krystal standing there with a smirk on her face.
"Well if it ain't wrestle academy's own resident slut!" Krystal stepped over her cautiously. "Well actually if you want to be correct we could say FAT slut."
I need to feel you
You need to feel me
I can't control you
You're not the one for me, no
"Just leave me alone." Trish stood up again and began to walk to the door. Krystal's arm shot out in front of her. Trish found herself staring into cold dark eyes. She wished it would all stop she needed a way for all of her pain and worries to stop.
"Alright I'll leave you alone as long as you leave Jeff alone you little whore." She got into her face standing toe to toe nose to nose. "HE is MY boyfriend. He wants ONLY me. He doesn't want a fat assed bitch who couldn't wrestle to save her life." She grinned and walked off to the other side of the room. Trish ran out of the room before Krystal could see her tears. Jeff turned the corner and looked at the shower door in disbelief at what his girlfriend had dished out.
Molly stood in front of Hurricane's door with a nervous smile on her face. She raised her hand to knock and then brought it back down. She needed to talk to him but what would he say to her. What if he laughed flat out in her face! She raised her hand again and then droppped it. She couldn't do this. She began to walk down the hall.
I can't control you
You can't control me
I need to feel you
So why's it involve...you and me..
"Molly?" Hurricane looked at her confused to why she'd stop by. Especially when Shane was on the same floor. She stopped and inwardly groaned. She wanted to talk to him but what would Shane think?
"To Hell with Shane…" She muttered under her breath and turned around. She watched him for a second and smiled at him. She was still wearing her form fitting sweat pants and she'd borrowed one of Lita's half tops. "Hurricane…. You know that dance this Friday?"
"Yeah what about it?" He cocked his head to the side wondering if she'd gone mad. Was she really going to ask him to the dance? JUST LIKE THAT? He shook his head and she walked over to him. She figited with her fingers for a few moments.
"Well how about…..do you?" She shook her head. "Would you go to the dance with me?"
"HUH?" He looked at her really boggled ( I like that word….BOGGLED).
"Would you be my date to the dance on Friday?" For the first time since the night before he smiled at her.
"Of course.." He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "But what about your Shaney Poo?"
"He's not my Shaney poo?" She wrinkled her nose. "I never really was his girl friend. I'm yours."
"You sure about that?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yep…" She leaned in and kissed him. He kissed her back and neither of them noticed Spike Dudley and Shane McMahon walking down the hallway. Spike gripped Shane's arm to hold him back from ripping the two apart.
I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you
Shane was pulled down the stairs his eyes never left her the entire time. How could she do this to him. Granted she wasn't his girlfriend but they were pretty damned close to it. He felt his heart breaking in two. He hated the fact that she chose Hurricane over him. He'd admit it hurt. It hurt him to his very core. He punched the wall not even acknowledging his bleeding fist.
I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you
Hurricane pulled back from the kiss and wrapped his arms around her. He couldn't believe all that had happened in the past few days. He knew he was in for a bumpy year. But he wouldn't want to got through it with any one else but her. She was his. And he was hers. She smiled up at him her arms around his waist.
"Lets go get something to eat." He shut the door and they walked down the stairs hand in hand.
I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you
"You little SHIT!" Shane rushed at Hurricane with his eyes blazing. Hurricane stepped protectively in front of Molly. He shoved Shane backwards. He hunched his shoulders and dared him to come back for more. He felt something pulling at his arm. Molly had a pleading look her eyes. Shane was getting up.
I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my ass
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you
"Lets go.." She whispered and pulled him back. He nodded and they walked off. Shane could hear the laughter of some of the guys. He looked up to see Dwayne "The ROCK" Johnson laughing it up with Chris Benoit. Then in walked in Coach Callaway. He pounded his fist on the floor and started to stand up.
I need to feel you
You need to feel me
I can't control you
You're not the one for me, no
"Shane man I gotta say that was hilarious." Off to the corner Hunter and Andrew were doubled over in hysterics. "Shane got his ass whooped by the new guy!"
I can't control you
You can't control me
I need to feel you
So why's it involve you and me..
"Damn it!" Shane stomped back up the stairs the back of his neck warm with embarassment. He slammed his door behind himself.
You're not the one for me, no
You're not the one for me, no
You're not the one for me, no
You're not the one for me, no
WELL!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL Sorry I didn't update for a couple of days. Mostly the reason was cuz I was moving back to my favorite TOWn. C-TOWN! Clayton,NC!!!!! LOL
Song was by Puddle of Mudd and it was "control"
Thanks for reading and look out for the next chapter "At the Dance"
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