Back at the dance Stephanie was having her fill of Shane praises. Every
time someone came up to her it was to compliment her on the McMahon sibling
match. But the compliments were never for her but for her older brother.
She stood now in a dark corner wringing her wrists while Chris had left to
grab a drink. She felt alone and cold. No one cared; no one understood
what it was like to be completely skipped over while the work was mostly
done by you. She sighed heavily and looked up to see Shane once again
surrounded by a pack of independent federations and her father stood to his
left shooing them away. It made her sick to her stomach. She hated him.
She hated being the rule abiding one that later gets kicked in the face.
"Pft." She muttered and her eyes darkened.
"I'll show them. I'll prove to them that I'm the better McMahon sibling." Stephanie placed a smile on her face as Chris came back.
'Let the last year be damned' She thought and then spoke to Chris.
"Irvine.I believe it is time we graced my family with our presence."
Chris cocked his head to the side. He then shook himself. 'Stephanie's still a little stung. That's all.'
"If you insist!" He smiled and they walked hand in hand as a couple to the McMahon circle.
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"C'mon Edge!" Kurt called out as they raced down the street. They were positively drenched but dressed in their best.
Edge grumbled something incoherently at his friend who was racing ahead of him. The entire evening had been spent not explaining but searching. After they'd returned to the arena and found Stacey comforting a sobbing Mystic. Somehow Kurt had known. He understood what was going on. Surprisingly after helping Mystic and Stacey back to the girls' locker room he turned to Edge. He'd asked Edge to help of course to find who'd said those nasty things to her but to no avail they hadn't found them. Them. That's the only clue Edge had as Kurt had seared with out words. Edge went along to make sure that his friend didn't get in over his head but so far nothing had happened except them being late for the parent/teacher ball.
Then there was the fact that when they did arrive they would be drenched from head to toe. As they entered the ballroom they came to a stop looking around. The dance floor was half-crowded with people dancing making it nearly impossible to look around. Edge perked up a bit as he noticed Stacey dancing with her father on the floor. Kurt clapped his friend on the shoulder and nodded. Edge just grinned and rushed off in Stacey's direction easily cutting in.
Mystic sat gloomily at the diva's table and sighed. Glancing around she saw Kurt and blinked a couple of times before standing up. She smiled brightly when he looked over at her and began to weave his way through the crowd. Nearly with in arms reach Kurt was stopped suddenly as a group of guys knocked into him. He recognized them instantly as Ryan, Davis, Darien, and Collin, his friends. His jaw clenched immediately when Mystic stepped up behind them her eyes wide realizing that they were the friends he was talking about. Suddenly they began to tell him about what happened when he'd first got there. They mentioned the black girl, Mystic. A nerve inside him snapped and he cut them off.
"Her name was Mystic right?" Kurt crossed his arms glaring at the group.
"Yeah." The tall sandy haired boy named, Ryan replied.
"Have any idea who her boyfriend is?" He asked cocking his head to the side.
"No probably some punk ass-" Ryan was cut off again.
"You're looking at him." Kurt smirked taking a dangerous step towards him.
"Yeah, really funny man like you'd date a nig--" Darien was stopped by Kurt's fist slamming into the side of his face. Kurt was on him before anyone else could react, pulling him up to eye level by his shirt.
"Don't you ever." He stopped a moment as he glanced up seeing Mystic pushing her way through the crowd. He looked back down at his cowering "Friend". "Call her that again." He rose to his feet dropping Darien back on the floor.
"Kurt." Mystic looked at him and he stepped away from the guys as the rest leaned down to help Darien up.
"Where've you been? I was seriously worried." Mystic said quietly as he gave her a hug.
"How about we go meet your parents? That sound alright?" Kurt asked her and she smiled and began to lead the way.
Hailey made her way through the crowded ballroom to where Stephanie and Chris stood with the McMahon's and the Flair's. She smiled as she entered the circle grinning as her father and Vince argued over some school trip matter. As far as she was concerned it didn't matter much to her at the moment. Hailey tapped Stephanie on the shoulder and grinned.
"Hey I need to borrow you for a minute or two." She said and Stephanie sent an apologetic glance towards Chris who nodded slightly for her to go on. He then turned and began speaking to Flair about where he could be going in the world of pro wrestling.
"What's this about?" Stephanie asked Hailey once they were away.
"Just grab Lita, Mystic, and Molly and meet me, Trish, and Stacey in the courtyard ok?"
Stephanie nodded. "Um, ok?"
"Pft." She muttered and her eyes darkened.
"I'll show them. I'll prove to them that I'm the better McMahon sibling." Stephanie placed a smile on her face as Chris came back.
'Let the last year be damned' She thought and then spoke to Chris.
"Irvine.I believe it is time we graced my family with our presence."
Chris cocked his head to the side. He then shook himself. 'Stephanie's still a little stung. That's all.'
"If you insist!" He smiled and they walked hand in hand as a couple to the McMahon circle.
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"C'mon Edge!" Kurt called out as they raced down the street. They were positively drenched but dressed in their best.
Edge grumbled something incoherently at his friend who was racing ahead of him. The entire evening had been spent not explaining but searching. After they'd returned to the arena and found Stacey comforting a sobbing Mystic. Somehow Kurt had known. He understood what was going on. Surprisingly after helping Mystic and Stacey back to the girls' locker room he turned to Edge. He'd asked Edge to help of course to find who'd said those nasty things to her but to no avail they hadn't found them. Them. That's the only clue Edge had as Kurt had seared with out words. Edge went along to make sure that his friend didn't get in over his head but so far nothing had happened except them being late for the parent/teacher ball.
Then there was the fact that when they did arrive they would be drenched from head to toe. As they entered the ballroom they came to a stop looking around. The dance floor was half-crowded with people dancing making it nearly impossible to look around. Edge perked up a bit as he noticed Stacey dancing with her father on the floor. Kurt clapped his friend on the shoulder and nodded. Edge just grinned and rushed off in Stacey's direction easily cutting in.
Mystic sat gloomily at the diva's table and sighed. Glancing around she saw Kurt and blinked a couple of times before standing up. She smiled brightly when he looked over at her and began to weave his way through the crowd. Nearly with in arms reach Kurt was stopped suddenly as a group of guys knocked into him. He recognized them instantly as Ryan, Davis, Darien, and Collin, his friends. His jaw clenched immediately when Mystic stepped up behind them her eyes wide realizing that they were the friends he was talking about. Suddenly they began to tell him about what happened when he'd first got there. They mentioned the black girl, Mystic. A nerve inside him snapped and he cut them off.
"Her name was Mystic right?" Kurt crossed his arms glaring at the group.
"Yeah." The tall sandy haired boy named, Ryan replied.
"Have any idea who her boyfriend is?" He asked cocking his head to the side.
"No probably some punk ass-" Ryan was cut off again.
"You're looking at him." Kurt smirked taking a dangerous step towards him.
"Yeah, really funny man like you'd date a nig--" Darien was stopped by Kurt's fist slamming into the side of his face. Kurt was on him before anyone else could react, pulling him up to eye level by his shirt.
"Don't you ever." He stopped a moment as he glanced up seeing Mystic pushing her way through the crowd. He looked back down at his cowering "Friend". "Call her that again." He rose to his feet dropping Darien back on the floor.
"Kurt." Mystic looked at him and he stepped away from the guys as the rest leaned down to help Darien up.
"Where've you been? I was seriously worried." Mystic said quietly as he gave her a hug.
"How about we go meet your parents? That sound alright?" Kurt asked her and she smiled and began to lead the way.
Hailey made her way through the crowded ballroom to where Stephanie and Chris stood with the McMahon's and the Flair's. She smiled as she entered the circle grinning as her father and Vince argued over some school trip matter. As far as she was concerned it didn't matter much to her at the moment. Hailey tapped Stephanie on the shoulder and grinned.
"Hey I need to borrow you for a minute or two." She said and Stephanie sent an apologetic glance towards Chris who nodded slightly for her to go on. He then turned and began speaking to Flair about where he could be going in the world of pro wrestling.
"What's this about?" Stephanie asked Hailey once they were away.
"Just grab Lita, Mystic, and Molly and meet me, Trish, and Stacey in the courtyard ok?"
Stephanie nodded. "Um, ok?"
