Author's Note: I don't own anything except for the character of Skye Alexander and her family and friends. The wrestlers own themselves and Vince McMahon owns the WWE. I don't own any music mentioned in this either. The artists own it and yadi-yada. The cat named Snicklefritz is from 'Big Comfy Couch'. Nickelodeon owns Spongebob! And I don't own anything so I won't make this long. I just need to say that I'm doing this for fun! Yeah, yeah. You've probably heard that speech a million times so, I'll shut up now and proceed with the story.
Randy and Skye looked at each other, silent. It was silent for another minute until Skye spoke. "You..." She quietly said, her eyes shooting down to the ground as he stared at her.
"Yes me..." He trailed off, as Skye sat down on a chair and he stood infront of her. She opened her bag of chips and began crunching away as he stared at her.
"What?" She asked, her mouth full.
"Would you please stop chomping like a goat? It's not polite."
"Am I supposed to nibble lightly like those little airheaded cheerleaders you hang out with? I don't care what you think of me. I can do whatever I want. Now, you're supposed to teach me. Because you're so damn smart. Now, teach me, Mr. Orton." Skye replied, seeing that he was getting mad. She liked him but, she wasn't going to tolerate his mean attitude towards her. She took no shit from anybody, even her friends and family. Last year, her cousin Tia had criticized her because of her clothing and had called her a 'nothing that didn't belong in the family' and Skye yelled at her at the dinner table and then threw her plate of food at her. Just last month Tia had forgiven her. But, Skye didn't care. She just didn't want her family to shun her and treat her like nothing.
"Teach you? What do I have to teach you? How to stop being so mouthy? You were mean to Hunter this morning."
"He's mean to me!" She snapped back, finishing up her bag of chips. He had turned around, about to walk away when she crumbled up her bag and threw it at Randy, hitting him in the back of the head. He turned around, holding his head.
"Hey!"
"Awww! Did I hurt Mr. Orton's hair?" She asked, in mock sympathy. Skye pouted as Randy glared at her, angry as hell.
"Listen, Skye! You're an outcast! Nobody likes you! The people who you call your friends aren't even here. They're probably in some alley, smoking pot and injecting themselves with heroin right now. I'm surprised you even made it to the bus this morning. Why weren't you with them? Have you decided to turn good? So everybody could like you? Nobody will EVER like you! You're a joke! Are you sure you weren't adopted because you're nothing like your brother. He's cool! And you're not. You don't belong in society." Randy Orton told her, looking her dead in the eyes. Her hazel eyes began to fill up with tears and she let them fall. There was a pain inside of Randy Orton that regretted what he had said but, he didn't show any signs of giving in.
"Forget about me ever existing." She replied, walking out of the classroom with tears streaming down her face. Skye walked down the halls, facing the cheerleaders in uniform, whispering to each other about something. Probably about her. She rushed past them, past the other people who had stopped to stare. She ran past her locker, not even noticing that Hunter and Ric were there, rigging it. Randy stepped out from the classroom and walked over to his buddies, who were making the finishing touches to Skye's locker.
"Hey guys! What'd you do?" Randy asked, brushing off his regret for what he did to Skye.
"You'll see." Ric told him, as Hunter snickered. The trio went to the cafeteria to grab something to eat.
Skye had skipped the third period and fourth. She had Math and Science. The two courses she had with Randy Orton. Skye Alexander walked into the school, this time everybody had forgotten about her and ignored her. She liked it better that way. Skye approached her locker, spinning the dial. As she opened her locker, Randy Orton, Ric Flair and Triple H were all down the hall, watching her. The door of the locker opened and out came a surge of red paint, landing right in Skye's face. It didn't stop there. The hall was filled with laughter as more paint spilled out, a bucket of blue came down on her head and yellow squirted out. She grabbed her backpack and quickly ran out of the school. Quicker than she had ever ran before. Skye Alexander ran all the way home.
Back at the school, the whole school had witnessed the ordeal with Skye and everybody was applauding Ric and Hunter. Everybody except for Randy Orton. Billy Kidman, Torrie Wilson's boyfriend had fallen to the ground laughing at what happened.
Skye was at home, in the bathroom. She was covered in paint as she began to strip off her clothes. Tears were racing down her face, mixing in with the paint. She jumped into the shower, mixing the water, paint and tears as everything went down the drain. It had taken Skye a whole hour to get everything off. She came out of the shower and changed into her pajamas. Her family's life went on as they didn't notice her. She went to her room and laid in bed, with her cat in her arms. Snicklefritz was purring softly as Skye stroke his head. "Why does it have to be like this? Why can't I be like everyone else?" She asked, as if the cat could answer. All Snicklefritz did was rub his nose on Skye and kept her company. But, she wanted something else. And that something else didn't want her.
The next day, Skye had slept in, and had no indication about what time it was until Snicklefritz licked her face. She opened her eyes and looked at the clock that stood on the night table by her bed. It was 10:15 am. She was late. Skye groaned, not wanting to go to school. After debating against herself about it for about ten seconds, she decided not to. But, then she remembered something important.
Randy and Skye looked at each other, silent. It was silent for another minute until Skye spoke. "You..." She quietly said, her eyes shooting down to the ground as he stared at her.
"Yes me..." He trailed off, as Skye sat down on a chair and he stood infront of her. She opened her bag of chips and began crunching away as he stared at her.
"What?" She asked, her mouth full.
"Would you please stop chomping like a goat? It's not polite."
"Am I supposed to nibble lightly like those little airheaded cheerleaders you hang out with? I don't care what you think of me. I can do whatever I want. Now, you're supposed to teach me. Because you're so damn smart. Now, teach me, Mr. Orton." Skye replied, seeing that he was getting mad. She liked him but, she wasn't going to tolerate his mean attitude towards her. She took no shit from anybody, even her friends and family. Last year, her cousin Tia had criticized her because of her clothing and had called her a 'nothing that didn't belong in the family' and Skye yelled at her at the dinner table and then threw her plate of food at her. Just last month Tia had forgiven her. But, Skye didn't care. She just didn't want her family to shun her and treat her like nothing.
"Teach you? What do I have to teach you? How to stop being so mouthy? You were mean to Hunter this morning."
"He's mean to me!" She snapped back, finishing up her bag of chips. He had turned around, about to walk away when she crumbled up her bag and threw it at Randy, hitting him in the back of the head. He turned around, holding his head.
"Hey!"
"Awww! Did I hurt Mr. Orton's hair?" She asked, in mock sympathy. Skye pouted as Randy glared at her, angry as hell.
"Listen, Skye! You're an outcast! Nobody likes you! The people who you call your friends aren't even here. They're probably in some alley, smoking pot and injecting themselves with heroin right now. I'm surprised you even made it to the bus this morning. Why weren't you with them? Have you decided to turn good? So everybody could like you? Nobody will EVER like you! You're a joke! Are you sure you weren't adopted because you're nothing like your brother. He's cool! And you're not. You don't belong in society." Randy Orton told her, looking her dead in the eyes. Her hazel eyes began to fill up with tears and she let them fall. There was a pain inside of Randy Orton that regretted what he had said but, he didn't show any signs of giving in.
"Forget about me ever existing." She replied, walking out of the classroom with tears streaming down her face. Skye walked down the halls, facing the cheerleaders in uniform, whispering to each other about something. Probably about her. She rushed past them, past the other people who had stopped to stare. She ran past her locker, not even noticing that Hunter and Ric were there, rigging it. Randy stepped out from the classroom and walked over to his buddies, who were making the finishing touches to Skye's locker.
"Hey guys! What'd you do?" Randy asked, brushing off his regret for what he did to Skye.
"You'll see." Ric told him, as Hunter snickered. The trio went to the cafeteria to grab something to eat.
Skye had skipped the third period and fourth. She had Math and Science. The two courses she had with Randy Orton. Skye Alexander walked into the school, this time everybody had forgotten about her and ignored her. She liked it better that way. Skye approached her locker, spinning the dial. As she opened her locker, Randy Orton, Ric Flair and Triple H were all down the hall, watching her. The door of the locker opened and out came a surge of red paint, landing right in Skye's face. It didn't stop there. The hall was filled with laughter as more paint spilled out, a bucket of blue came down on her head and yellow squirted out. She grabbed her backpack and quickly ran out of the school. Quicker than she had ever ran before. Skye Alexander ran all the way home.
Back at the school, the whole school had witnessed the ordeal with Skye and everybody was applauding Ric and Hunter. Everybody except for Randy Orton. Billy Kidman, Torrie Wilson's boyfriend had fallen to the ground laughing at what happened.
Skye was at home, in the bathroom. She was covered in paint as she began to strip off her clothes. Tears were racing down her face, mixing in with the paint. She jumped into the shower, mixing the water, paint and tears as everything went down the drain. It had taken Skye a whole hour to get everything off. She came out of the shower and changed into her pajamas. Her family's life went on as they didn't notice her. She went to her room and laid in bed, with her cat in her arms. Snicklefritz was purring softly as Skye stroke his head. "Why does it have to be like this? Why can't I be like everyone else?" She asked, as if the cat could answer. All Snicklefritz did was rub his nose on Skye and kept her company. But, she wanted something else. And that something else didn't want her.
The next day, Skye had slept in, and had no indication about what time it was until Snicklefritz licked her face. She opened her eyes and looked at the clock that stood on the night table by her bed. It was 10:15 am. She was late. Skye groaned, not wanting to go to school. After debating against herself about it for about ten seconds, she decided not to. But, then she remembered something important.