Mystic Queen walked into the Harbor Pointe' ball room 2 hours later
dressed beautifully in a navy blue gown with shimmering rhinestones
attached. Her dark brown hair swiveled around her shoulders in tiny braids.
Looking around she began to scan the crowd for Kurt. When she didn't see
him she sighed. A worried expression crossed her face. She hadn't seen him
since he'd gone to find the guys who were so rude to her along with Edge.
It didn't necessarily bother her that he'd gone off to kick their asses but
in the back of her mind she had a feeling that something was wrong.
Seriously wrong. Moving from table to table she checked for her seat. She
found it in the front of the room and took her seat being the first one
there. Or so she thought as Stacey walked in dressed in a black, knee
length, ¾ sleeve v-necked dress. Her expression matched Mystic's feelings
as she sat done.
"No word from them?" Stacey questioned. With the exception of their respective matches of which they dissapeared after, Stacey hadn't seen them either. Which of course was a bad thing.
"Ok we need to calm down. Our parents will be here any minute and we need to keep our cool." Stacey answered herself. Mystic just kept looking around noting to Stacey when the other diva's arrived.
"Stacey they'll be here." Mystic comforted her best friend finding it hard to believe the words herself.
Stephanie led the group, minus Molly, over to the table. All of the divas were dressed in their best. Although many of them sported various bruises each were determined to keep cool and not ruin the evening. This mostly applied to Lita who'd gotten the worst of it after moonsaulting from the top of a ladder to win her match and come out the female winner for Wrestle Academy.
"Well thank god it's all over." Stephanie spoke up with her trademark smirk in place.
"We've still got Wrestlemania left." Trish reminded her.
"Yeah but that's not for months. We've also got the Royal Rumble to decide who goes to compete in Wrestlemania." Lita said grinning.
"I personally can't wait until Christmas break." Trish added with a far off look on her face.
"Then after the New Year it's back to the ring." Stephanie said with a nod.
"The New Year." Stacey echoed.
"It's hard to think about isn't it?" Lita said sitting down along with everyone. Once seated Stephanie bit her lip and sighed.
"Can you believe everything that's happened this year?" Trish asked. "It's amazing we're all still here."
"It's amazing we're all still somewhat sane." Stephanie laughed.
"Yeah." Trish responded leaning her elbows on the table.
"Gosh, I don't even want to think about the New Year." Stephanie grinned.
"Hey, y'all I have an idea." Hailey spoke up provoking everyone to look at her.
"Tonight I want to meet in the court yard. Just the lot of us." Hailey said. "I won't say anything until then but this is important."
"Cryptic much?" Mystic asked.
"No just wait until then and you'll find out." Hailey giggled her face then turned serious. "How are Molly and Hurricane?"
"Oh I think they're alright." Stephanie smirked. "If I know Molly as well as I think I do."
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Molly sat in the waiting area of the medical section in the small arena. Still dressed in her ring attire she held her tie in her fisted hands. Her brown curls fell slightly down her shoulders preventing anyone access to her tear streaked face. Sniffling she wiped at her face uselessly only smearing what little make-up she'd put on. Mr. and Mrs. Helms had been in the room with Gregory since they'd arrived at the hospital and she'd been perched in the room waiting for something, anything! The sound of a phone ringing in the distance did nothing to pull her from her miserable state. She felt cold and alone, so alone that she couldn't see anything but the fact that it was all her fault. If she hadn't been so stubborn she and Gregory would still be together and he would have been focused on the match.
"Ms. Holly?" A far off voice questioned and she ignored it. She was tired of sympathy. She didn't deserve it.
"Ms. Holly." The voice sounded breaking through her thoughts. Looking up into the kind eyes of Mrs. Helms she felt like she was in a dream.
"Gregory would like to see you." She said quietly.
"Is-is he alright?" Molly managed her voice cracking.
"He'll be fine but right now I think he needs to speak with you." She smiled and Molly stood. The woman turned to lead her down to his room. Each step caused her pain. Pain at what would come next. It didn't help that his mother was being so nice. Molly had expected anything but kindness.
"Gregory sweetie." The woman called out and Molly realized she'd stopped.
"She's here."
"Alright mom." Came the reply. It wasn't hard to his mother to hear the relief in his voice. Molly stepped into the room her head bowed and her arms at her side hands balled into tight fists of fear. He coughed and she looked up silently debating on what to say. When her eyes fell on him she saw but a few forming bruises on his face. He was sitting up but his ribs were taped up. He opened his mouth to speak when she rushed quickly to his side wrapping her arms around his neck hugging him for all she was worth.
"I'm so sorry." She whispered after he wrapped his arms around her waist returning the gesture.
"For what? Your pride? You have nothing to be sorry about. I just wished you'd talked to me." He said.
"I should have. But I will." She replied with a smile. She glanced down briefly at his taped ribs. "Are you ok?"
"I'll live. It's not like I haven't busted my ribs before." He said grinning.
"So you're ok?" She asked again searchingly.
"Molly, we're ok." He said. "But there's one problem."
"What's that?" She asked him biting her lip uncertainly.
"It looks like we won't be attending the ball tonight but thanks to this radio over here-" He placed his hand on a small radio beside the bed. "I think we can compromise."
"Really now?" Molly asked turning the dial on the small radio first stopping at a song she really enjoyed, "Hero" By Enrique Iglesias. Upon hearing this song Hurricane scrunched his nose slightly. And she rolled her eyes turning the dial again. He reached out and touched her hand for her to stop when "Hero" by Chad Kroeger/Josey Scott.
"Cute Gregory real cute!" Molly laughed as he gingerly got up and slow danced with her.
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What will happen next?
Will Kurt find who seriously dissed Mystic? And what happens when he finds out just who they are?
And how will the first semester of Wrestle Academy end? And how will the Next one begin?
A.n: ok I'm really sorry that I didn't put this chapter up sooner but I was deciding what to do with this fic. As it is it's super long lol. But I have come to a decision. In the next three chapters I'm Real will end. Now before you all shoot the hell out of me for doing that let me explain that there will be a sequel which will be semester 2. I haven't the faintest idea what to title it. If you want you can help by e-mailing me at Bubblysparkles05@aol.com. Ok? So this is the beginning of the end of I'm Real but it's not really the end. After the second Semester I'll probably debate if I should do a fic for the senior year of Wrestle Academy. Because if you remember correctly Shane, Jeff, Matt, both Chrises, and Edge are older than everyone therefore they'll have already graduated and will be working for Vince. That leaves a lot of story to write. lol. Thank you for reading. And thank you all for being so patient and not frying my butt lol.
"No word from them?" Stacey questioned. With the exception of their respective matches of which they dissapeared after, Stacey hadn't seen them either. Which of course was a bad thing.
"Ok we need to calm down. Our parents will be here any minute and we need to keep our cool." Stacey answered herself. Mystic just kept looking around noting to Stacey when the other diva's arrived.
"Stacey they'll be here." Mystic comforted her best friend finding it hard to believe the words herself.
Stephanie led the group, minus Molly, over to the table. All of the divas were dressed in their best. Although many of them sported various bruises each were determined to keep cool and not ruin the evening. This mostly applied to Lita who'd gotten the worst of it after moonsaulting from the top of a ladder to win her match and come out the female winner for Wrestle Academy.
"Well thank god it's all over." Stephanie spoke up with her trademark smirk in place.
"We've still got Wrestlemania left." Trish reminded her.
"Yeah but that's not for months. We've also got the Royal Rumble to decide who goes to compete in Wrestlemania." Lita said grinning.
"I personally can't wait until Christmas break." Trish added with a far off look on her face.
"Then after the New Year it's back to the ring." Stephanie said with a nod.
"The New Year." Stacey echoed.
"It's hard to think about isn't it?" Lita said sitting down along with everyone. Once seated Stephanie bit her lip and sighed.
"Can you believe everything that's happened this year?" Trish asked. "It's amazing we're all still here."
"It's amazing we're all still somewhat sane." Stephanie laughed.
"Yeah." Trish responded leaning her elbows on the table.
"Gosh, I don't even want to think about the New Year." Stephanie grinned.
"Hey, y'all I have an idea." Hailey spoke up provoking everyone to look at her.
"Tonight I want to meet in the court yard. Just the lot of us." Hailey said. "I won't say anything until then but this is important."
"Cryptic much?" Mystic asked.
"No just wait until then and you'll find out." Hailey giggled her face then turned serious. "How are Molly and Hurricane?"
"Oh I think they're alright." Stephanie smirked. "If I know Molly as well as I think I do."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Molly sat in the waiting area of the medical section in the small arena. Still dressed in her ring attire she held her tie in her fisted hands. Her brown curls fell slightly down her shoulders preventing anyone access to her tear streaked face. Sniffling she wiped at her face uselessly only smearing what little make-up she'd put on. Mr. and Mrs. Helms had been in the room with Gregory since they'd arrived at the hospital and she'd been perched in the room waiting for something, anything! The sound of a phone ringing in the distance did nothing to pull her from her miserable state. She felt cold and alone, so alone that she couldn't see anything but the fact that it was all her fault. If she hadn't been so stubborn she and Gregory would still be together and he would have been focused on the match.
"Ms. Holly?" A far off voice questioned and she ignored it. She was tired of sympathy. She didn't deserve it.
"Ms. Holly." The voice sounded breaking through her thoughts. Looking up into the kind eyes of Mrs. Helms she felt like she was in a dream.
"Gregory would like to see you." She said quietly.
"Is-is he alright?" Molly managed her voice cracking.
"He'll be fine but right now I think he needs to speak with you." She smiled and Molly stood. The woman turned to lead her down to his room. Each step caused her pain. Pain at what would come next. It didn't help that his mother was being so nice. Molly had expected anything but kindness.
"Gregory sweetie." The woman called out and Molly realized she'd stopped.
"She's here."
"Alright mom." Came the reply. It wasn't hard to his mother to hear the relief in his voice. Molly stepped into the room her head bowed and her arms at her side hands balled into tight fists of fear. He coughed and she looked up silently debating on what to say. When her eyes fell on him she saw but a few forming bruises on his face. He was sitting up but his ribs were taped up. He opened his mouth to speak when she rushed quickly to his side wrapping her arms around his neck hugging him for all she was worth.
"I'm so sorry." She whispered after he wrapped his arms around her waist returning the gesture.
"For what? Your pride? You have nothing to be sorry about. I just wished you'd talked to me." He said.
"I should have. But I will." She replied with a smile. She glanced down briefly at his taped ribs. "Are you ok?"
"I'll live. It's not like I haven't busted my ribs before." He said grinning.
"So you're ok?" She asked again searchingly.
"Molly, we're ok." He said. "But there's one problem."
"What's that?" She asked him biting her lip uncertainly.
"It looks like we won't be attending the ball tonight but thanks to this radio over here-" He placed his hand on a small radio beside the bed. "I think we can compromise."
"Really now?" Molly asked turning the dial on the small radio first stopping at a song she really enjoyed, "Hero" By Enrique Iglesias. Upon hearing this song Hurricane scrunched his nose slightly. And she rolled her eyes turning the dial again. He reached out and touched her hand for her to stop when "Hero" by Chad Kroeger/Josey Scott.
"Cute Gregory real cute!" Molly laughed as he gingerly got up and slow danced with her.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
What will happen next?
Will Kurt find who seriously dissed Mystic? And what happens when he finds out just who they are?
And how will the first semester of Wrestle Academy end? And how will the Next one begin?
A.n: ok I'm really sorry that I didn't put this chapter up sooner but I was deciding what to do with this fic. As it is it's super long lol. But I have come to a decision. In the next three chapters I'm Real will end. Now before you all shoot the hell out of me for doing that let me explain that there will be a sequel which will be semester 2. I haven't the faintest idea what to title it. If you want you can help by e-mailing me at Bubblysparkles05@aol.com. Ok? So this is the beginning of the end of I'm Real but it's not really the end. After the second Semester I'll probably debate if I should do a fic for the senior year of Wrestle Academy. Because if you remember correctly Shane, Jeff, Matt, both Chrises, and Edge are older than everyone therefore they'll have already graduated and will be working for Vince. That leaves a lot of story to write. lol. Thank you for reading. And thank you all for being so patient and not frying my butt lol.
