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.
Skye looked up at the person who the voice belonged to. Sure thing, it was Randy Orton. Even with the tears making everything a blur, she knew it was him. He looked at her, sympathy in his eyes. "Why do you cry?" He repeated, as the two of them looked at each other.
"Why do you want to know? So you can go in there and tell everybody why Skye Alexander, the school loser is such a baby?" She asked, sobbing. Her eyes were getting puffy and her cheeks were getting red, stained by the tears that fell from her eyes, down her cheek and onto the ground. The tears that dropped fell dead to the ground, just like Skye's confidence. Randy Orton shook his head, dressed in his football uniform, which had a couple of grass stains on it.
"I really do want to know. No joke." He told her, as honest as he could be.
"You should know why, Randy. You've made me cry. It was just yesterday, wasn't it? Was it your goal to make me cry? Congratulations, you've been added to the already massive list of people who have made me feel like crap. You don't care about me. You said it yourself. Nobody likes me. I don't belong in society." Skye said, repeating the exact words he had said to her, just over twenty-four hours ago. Randy cringed inside.
"I know. I was in over my head yesterday. I don't mean it. I'm sorry." He apologized, placing his hand on her shoulder. She brushed it off.
"Sorry doesn't cut it. Look at me. I'm the biggest loser in this school. Some people call that junior Kane a freak and he's still got more friends than me. Jeff Hardy is an odd ball but, he's a popular guy. And then, there's you. You're no freak and you've got tons of friends. All of them are waiting in the gym right now. Go see them. I don't belong here. You found out why I cry. Because people hurt me. Now, run to your little friends and spread it around. Then, tomorrow I'll show up at school and people will whisper about me. It's nothing I'm not used to. I get it at home too. I'm around it twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Go on!" She told him, making shooing motions with her hands. Randy stood up.
"I'm really sorry, Skye. I really am." Randy replied before getting up and walking back into the gym. That was where the football team was waiting. Cheerleading tryouts had resumed.
"So, what did you say to her? Did you torment her?" Ric Flair asked, as everybody else laughed.
"Leave her alone, you guys. She's just a person." He answered before heading to the locker room to get changed. Skye peeked into the gym and saw what Randy had did. She then began to head home, thinking Why? along the entire way.
Next day, Skye arrived at school and nobody said a thing. She even walked by Hunter and Ric and not a single peep came out of them. She was surprised. After going to her locker and getting her books, Skye walked over to her Science class. She passed Rikishi who had two cookies with him, one in each hand. Before she got into the classroom, she watched the two brothers Kane and Mark Calloway, also known as The Undertaker argue about who was going to do the dishes that night. The Undertaker had his younger brother against the lockers, holding him by the neck. Even though Kane was younger than Mark, they were about the same size. Skye smirked as Kane finally came up with a compromise, sounding like a robot of course. She walked into her classroom and took an empty seat by the window. The Science teacher, Mr. Coachman was seated at his desk in the front, marking some papers. She sat down, and began tapping her fingers on the desk. The class was slowly filling up. At almost the last minute, a person tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up to see Randy Orton standing there. "Is this seat taken?" He asked, pointing to the seat next to her.
"Nope." Skye Alexander answered, feeling a bit weird that Randy was sitting beside her, because there was a handful of empty seats available in the class. Jamie Noble and Nidia walked in after the bell had rung and took the empty seats infront of them. The two instantly began to grope each other while in their seats. Randy made a face as Skye looked up at the ceiling. Mr. Coachman began the lesson. The first half of class was filled with boring notes about Photosynthesis and the second half was filled with textbook work. As Skye was working, she slipped a pair of headphones over her ears and began bobbing her head to some music. Randy tapped her on the shoulder. She took the headphones off of her ears.
"Yes?" She asked, looking around as the rest of the class was either working or socializing. Molly Holly was the hardest worker in the class, writing speedily across her pages.
"What are you listening to?" He asked, trying to socialize.
"Good Charlotte's 'The Young & The Hopeless'." Skye answered, jotting down an answer on her page as she did so. Randy Orton's eyes went wide.
"You listen to Good Charlotte?" He asked, seemingly amazed. She nodded, writing down another answer as she flipped through her textbook. "Cool! I do too. A lot of people I hang out with, listen to it."
"Cool." Skye replied, putting her headphones back on and going back to her work. Randy looked over at her and found out that his plan to actually have a normal more than one hundred word conversation with Skye Alexander was next to impossible. The bell rang after another ten minutes and Skye began packing her stuff up. She dropped her pencil case, which slid its way next to Randy's feet. She bent down to pick it up, at the exact same time that he did. Their heads collided. Randy grabbed the pencil case as Skye rubbed her head. "Sorry!" She apologized, as he handed her the pencil case. She slipped it into her bag. "Thanks." Skye said.
"No problem." He replied, smiling at her. She gave him a weak smile and walked out of the class and into the hallways. Randy followed her, all the way to her locker. He already had his books for his next class in his bag. Skye didn't notice that she was being followed until she opened her locker and looked behind her. Randy was standing right there.
"Don't you have a locker to go to?" She asked, placing her books in. He shook his hand and pointed to his bag.
"Nope. I've got all my stuff right here. And we have Math together next anyways. So, I thought we could walk there together." Randy answered, as she grabbed her Math books and shut her locker. The two began to walk.
"Why are you being so nice to me anyways?" Randy shrugged.
"Can't a guy just be nice to their fellow classmate?" He responded, as she looked at him weirdly.
"We've been going to the same school for what...a year and a little bit now? And you've decided to be all nice to me in the tenth grade but, when we were in the ninth grade, you were so mean." Skye reminded him, as the two got into the class. Right away, they were stared at because they weren't argueing. Lita and Trish, who were standing by the door looked at them as if they had three heads.
"What are they doing together?" whispered Trish, as Lita shrugged her shoulders and sat down at her desk. Again, Skye took a seat in the back and again, Randy took the seat beside her. Suddenly, all attention was directed to the door as Hunter Hearst Helmsely walked in, and looked around the room. Hunter was in 10th grade math because he had failed it the previous year. His eyes went around the room, to the back and directly to Orton and Alexander. He stalked over to the two of them and Skye looked away, pretending to be interested in the little doodles on her Math binder.
"What's this?" He demanded, his face turning red. It looked like steam was going to come out of his ears soon. Randy looked at the furious Hunter and the pretending-to-be-invisible Skye. He thought of what was best. His reputation or a friendship with Skye. Hunter pounded his fist on Randy's desk, demanding an answer from his friend. Randy smiled cockily and replied,
"There were no other seats in the class, except for the one you sit in. But, everybody knows that the seat is yours. And besides, I'm making her dreams come true." Hunter's face turned from anger to happiness. He let out a small chuckle. Triple H patted Randy on the shoulder.
"That's my man, Orton!" He said, walking to his seat on the other side of the room while laughing. Randy turned to Skye, who was raging. He whispered to her,
"Look. I don't mean it."
"Bullshit." She replied, picking up her books and walking out of the class, just as the bell rang. Mr. Richards had just walked in and he watched as Skye walked down the hallways.
"There she goes again." He muttered to himself before facing the class. Mr. Richards' favorite student was a girl named Victoria. She had long, raven black hair and was pretty crazy. People called her a pyscho bitch. Mr. Richards was also weird and he sometimes wore pink hot pants to class. It always seemed like Victoria and Mr. Richards were flirting in a pyscho way. She would bite his ear everytime he gave her an A, which was mostly all the time. The rest of the students were disgusted by the two of them. Victoria sat right in the front, right infront of the teacher's desk.
It was lunch time and Skye was in the girls' bathroom, in one of the stalls. She couldn't believe that she had fell for Randy Orton's dirty trick. Skye punched the stall's door when she heard footsteps walking in. "Hello? Is anybody in here?" A voice asked. Skye saw a pair of black shoes and black pants. She opened the door to see Jacqueline standing there, looking worried.
"Are you alright, Skye? People told me about how you walked out of Math all of a sudden. What's the matter?" The Texas native asked. Skye looked at her. Jacqueline had always been a nice girl. She sometimes talked to Skye but, she wasn't a friend. She was more of an accquaintance.
"Randy Orton is a jerk." was all Skye said. And that was all she had to say. Jacqueline understood.
"It's okay, Skye. You don't have to fall for his mean tricks anymore. I've got to go. I'll see you around?"
"Sure. Thanks Jacqueline. Bye." Jacqueline waved as Skye took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. As she was walking, she heard footsteps behnd her. And sure thing, somebody was following her.
"Hey! Cool pants!" The person said but, this time...the voice didn't belong to Randy Orton. She turned around to see Jeff Hardy, a junior walking up to her. She looked down at her oversized black pants with red stitching and bondage straps on them.
"Thanks." Skye replied, smiling. "I like your outfit." She added, looking at his yellow fishnet long-sleeved that had thumb holes and black baggy jeans with white stitching.
"Thanks. By the way, my name's Jeff Hardy. I'm a junior." He introduced, extending his hand. She took it and shook it.
"Skye Alexander, sophmore. I think you're in my gym class?" She asked, knowing it but, not wanting to make him feel freaked out.
"Yeah. So, where are you headed? There's like twenty minutes of lunch left. Want to go grab something in the cafeteria?" Jeff questioned, seeing that she was headed for the school doors.
"That sounds cool." She answered, and the two of them walked to the cafeteria together. Inside the cafeteria, it was loud and crowded. In the middle of the chaos was two large tables combined together to seat the football team and the cheerleaders. Skye's brother Braiden was sitting amongst them, along with the likes of The Rock, Ric Flair, Torrie Wilson, Stacy Keibler, Dawn Marie, Shane McMahon and Randy Orton. There was also Triple H. Randy stopped eating his turkey sandwich when he spotted Jeff Hardy and Skye Alexander walking in, together. They were talking, getting to know each other. The two of them passed the popular kids' table, with Randy being the only one paying attention to them. The rest of the people were too busy laughing. Rob Van Dam, a junior had just drank a carton of milk up his nose, using a straw. People were disgusted but, they still cheered him on. Jeff and Skye walked to the line and picked up some desserts. Skye picked up a cup of chocolate mousse and Jeff had some rainbow colored jello. After paying for their food, they found a couple of empty seats at a table by the line. They sat across from each other.
"Yeah, I jump off a lot of stuff. My brother does too, Matt. He's a senior. But, I'm the one that gets hurt the most. My family calls me stupid but, I just do it for fun. What about you?" Jeff asked, putting a piece of orange jello to his mouth.
"I like to write a lot. A lot of poetry and songs. All that stuff. I'm not that athletic and wild. At least your family calls you something. My family doesn't even notice me." She told him, looking around at the packed cafeteria.
"Hey, isn't your brother the captain of the wrestling team? Braiden?"
"Yes. Unfortunately. He's such a pig." She said, eating her mousse. Jeff laughed.
"That's the way guys are. I eat and eat. Except for when my brother cooks. He is so horrible. He thinks he's the best and he has this lacky, Shannon Moore. He's your age. I think, anyways. Have you heard of him?"
"Yeah. But, he's a freshmen. The blonde kid with long hair? That wears purple and a t-shirt with a V1 on it?"
"That's him!" Jeff exclaimed. "That's his lacky. Boy, Shannon's a cool kid and all but, that guy will do anything for my brother. My brother thinks he's God. Damn Version One crap. Who cares?"
"Same with my brother. Except he isn't Version One. He's more like Version Ten Billion Borings." Skye joked, and the two shared another laugh. Randy watched, slowly eating his food and not paying any attention to Rob Van Dam's amazing but, gross stunts with food. Rob had just chugged three cans of soda in a minute and Randy didn't know a thing about it. Ric Flair caught him looking over at Jeff and Skye, who were talking. Ric waved his hand in Randy's face.
"Hello? Is anybody there?" Ric asked, snapping. Randy jolted and looked around. He saw Ric. "What's the matter, man?"
"Oh! Uh, nothing." Randy replied quickly, as he shoved the rest of his sandwich into his mouth.
"Is it that Skye loser?" He asked, looking over at the direction she was at.
"No. I'm just examining that dork Jeff Hardy's hair. I wonder how many colors are in there." Randy lied, stuffing more food into his mouth so he wouldn't have to talk. Ric turned to the rest of the group who was sitting at the table.
"Hey guys! Let's go see how many colors are in Jeff Hardy's hair today!" He suggested, getting a huge cheer from the football guys. Braiden, The Rock, Billy Kidman, Hunter and Ric all got up from their seats and marched over to Jeff and Skye, with Braiden leading the pack.
"Hey sis!" He called out, as she looked over. She then looked away and rolled her eyes. They were coming towards her. Braiden was the first one to reach them, followed by Ric, Hunter, Billy Kidman and then The Rock.
"What do you want?" Skye asked, finishing up her chocolate mousse.
"We want to know how many colors are in Jeff's hair today!" Ric exclaimed, as he put his hand on Jeff's head. Jeff swat it away, but Ric placed it on his head again.
"Don't get testy with me." He scowled. He then began to flip through Jeff's hair, saying the wild array of colors as he went. Billy Kidman counted on his fingers.
"Purple, Blue, Red, Pink. Hey! He's got pink and purple in here! What a freak!" The crowd laughed as Ric kept on going. "Green, yellow, black, brown, some shiney blue, silver, gold. That's all! We've got a rainbow and more in here, boys!" Ric shouted as Billy Kidman spoke up.
"That's eleven colors in all!" He yelled, as the football guys cheered.
"WOW! BILLY KIDMAN CAN COUNT!" Skye shouted, sarcastically. That caused everybody to go silent. Randy laughed quietly but was quickly scolded by Stacy Keibler.
"Don't you be calling me dumb!" Billy said, stepping up to her.
"You figured out what I mean? Well, that's a miracle!" Billy stared her down like she had a huge bullseye on her forehead. Jeff laughed. Kidman then turned to Jeff Hardy.
"Shut up,you technicolored dork." Jeff made a face but kept quiet.
"Don't call him that!" Skye said as she stood up for her newfound friend. Jeff looked at her. "It's alright, Skye. I'm used to it." He told her. She shot him a look.
"No, I'm sick and tired of people like us being treated like crap. People with creativity. People who don't conform to the dumb society standards. We are going to be who we want to be. And that's that. So, why don't you all just march back to your table and continue to talk about the latest plays. Leave us alone." She stated, causing everybody, even Jeff to raise their eyebrows at her.
"The nerve of that chick." Dawn Marie whispered to the cheerleaders. They nodded in agreement.
"Fine. Just consider yourself marked." Billy Kidman threatened as she gave him a dirty look as they walked away. Braiden turned around to his sister and shook his head in shame.
"You're so stupid." He told her, before walking back to the table. Both Jeff and Skye were silent. But only for about fifteen seconds because then the bell rang. They said their good-byes and headed off to class, Jeff off to Geometry and Skye off to History.
Author's Note2: Thanks for the great idea, xtremeangell!
Skye looked up at the person who the voice belonged to. Sure thing, it was Randy Orton. Even with the tears making everything a blur, she knew it was him. He looked at her, sympathy in his eyes. "Why do you cry?" He repeated, as the two of them looked at each other.
"Why do you want to know? So you can go in there and tell everybody why Skye Alexander, the school loser is such a baby?" She asked, sobbing. Her eyes were getting puffy and her cheeks were getting red, stained by the tears that fell from her eyes, down her cheek and onto the ground. The tears that dropped fell dead to the ground, just like Skye's confidence. Randy Orton shook his head, dressed in his football uniform, which had a couple of grass stains on it.
"I really do want to know. No joke." He told her, as honest as he could be.
"You should know why, Randy. You've made me cry. It was just yesterday, wasn't it? Was it your goal to make me cry? Congratulations, you've been added to the already massive list of people who have made me feel like crap. You don't care about me. You said it yourself. Nobody likes me. I don't belong in society." Skye said, repeating the exact words he had said to her, just over twenty-four hours ago. Randy cringed inside.
"I know. I was in over my head yesterday. I don't mean it. I'm sorry." He apologized, placing his hand on her shoulder. She brushed it off.
"Sorry doesn't cut it. Look at me. I'm the biggest loser in this school. Some people call that junior Kane a freak and he's still got more friends than me. Jeff Hardy is an odd ball but, he's a popular guy. And then, there's you. You're no freak and you've got tons of friends. All of them are waiting in the gym right now. Go see them. I don't belong here. You found out why I cry. Because people hurt me. Now, run to your little friends and spread it around. Then, tomorrow I'll show up at school and people will whisper about me. It's nothing I'm not used to. I get it at home too. I'm around it twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Go on!" She told him, making shooing motions with her hands. Randy stood up.
"I'm really sorry, Skye. I really am." Randy replied before getting up and walking back into the gym. That was where the football team was waiting. Cheerleading tryouts had resumed.
"So, what did you say to her? Did you torment her?" Ric Flair asked, as everybody else laughed.
"Leave her alone, you guys. She's just a person." He answered before heading to the locker room to get changed. Skye peeked into the gym and saw what Randy had did. She then began to head home, thinking Why? along the entire way.
Next day, Skye arrived at school and nobody said a thing. She even walked by Hunter and Ric and not a single peep came out of them. She was surprised. After going to her locker and getting her books, Skye walked over to her Science class. She passed Rikishi who had two cookies with him, one in each hand. Before she got into the classroom, she watched the two brothers Kane and Mark Calloway, also known as The Undertaker argue about who was going to do the dishes that night. The Undertaker had his younger brother against the lockers, holding him by the neck. Even though Kane was younger than Mark, they were about the same size. Skye smirked as Kane finally came up with a compromise, sounding like a robot of course. She walked into her classroom and took an empty seat by the window. The Science teacher, Mr. Coachman was seated at his desk in the front, marking some papers. She sat down, and began tapping her fingers on the desk. The class was slowly filling up. At almost the last minute, a person tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up to see Randy Orton standing there. "Is this seat taken?" He asked, pointing to the seat next to her.
"Nope." Skye Alexander answered, feeling a bit weird that Randy was sitting beside her, because there was a handful of empty seats available in the class. Jamie Noble and Nidia walked in after the bell had rung and took the empty seats infront of them. The two instantly began to grope each other while in their seats. Randy made a face as Skye looked up at the ceiling. Mr. Coachman began the lesson. The first half of class was filled with boring notes about Photosynthesis and the second half was filled with textbook work. As Skye was working, she slipped a pair of headphones over her ears and began bobbing her head to some music. Randy tapped her on the shoulder. She took the headphones off of her ears.
"Yes?" She asked, looking around as the rest of the class was either working or socializing. Molly Holly was the hardest worker in the class, writing speedily across her pages.
"What are you listening to?" He asked, trying to socialize.
"Good Charlotte's 'The Young & The Hopeless'." Skye answered, jotting down an answer on her page as she did so. Randy Orton's eyes went wide.
"You listen to Good Charlotte?" He asked, seemingly amazed. She nodded, writing down another answer as she flipped through her textbook. "Cool! I do too. A lot of people I hang out with, listen to it."
"Cool." Skye replied, putting her headphones back on and going back to her work. Randy looked over at her and found out that his plan to actually have a normal more than one hundred word conversation with Skye Alexander was next to impossible. The bell rang after another ten minutes and Skye began packing her stuff up. She dropped her pencil case, which slid its way next to Randy's feet. She bent down to pick it up, at the exact same time that he did. Their heads collided. Randy grabbed the pencil case as Skye rubbed her head. "Sorry!" She apologized, as he handed her the pencil case. She slipped it into her bag. "Thanks." Skye said.
"No problem." He replied, smiling at her. She gave him a weak smile and walked out of the class and into the hallways. Randy followed her, all the way to her locker. He already had his books for his next class in his bag. Skye didn't notice that she was being followed until she opened her locker and looked behind her. Randy was standing right there.
"Don't you have a locker to go to?" She asked, placing her books in. He shook his hand and pointed to his bag.
"Nope. I've got all my stuff right here. And we have Math together next anyways. So, I thought we could walk there together." Randy answered, as she grabbed her Math books and shut her locker. The two began to walk.
"Why are you being so nice to me anyways?" Randy shrugged.
"Can't a guy just be nice to their fellow classmate?" He responded, as she looked at him weirdly.
"We've been going to the same school for what...a year and a little bit now? And you've decided to be all nice to me in the tenth grade but, when we were in the ninth grade, you were so mean." Skye reminded him, as the two got into the class. Right away, they were stared at because they weren't argueing. Lita and Trish, who were standing by the door looked at them as if they had three heads.
"What are they doing together?" whispered Trish, as Lita shrugged her shoulders and sat down at her desk. Again, Skye took a seat in the back and again, Randy took the seat beside her. Suddenly, all attention was directed to the door as Hunter Hearst Helmsely walked in, and looked around the room. Hunter was in 10th grade math because he had failed it the previous year. His eyes went around the room, to the back and directly to Orton and Alexander. He stalked over to the two of them and Skye looked away, pretending to be interested in the little doodles on her Math binder.
"What's this?" He demanded, his face turning red. It looked like steam was going to come out of his ears soon. Randy looked at the furious Hunter and the pretending-to-be-invisible Skye. He thought of what was best. His reputation or a friendship with Skye. Hunter pounded his fist on Randy's desk, demanding an answer from his friend. Randy smiled cockily and replied,
"There were no other seats in the class, except for the one you sit in. But, everybody knows that the seat is yours. And besides, I'm making her dreams come true." Hunter's face turned from anger to happiness. He let out a small chuckle. Triple H patted Randy on the shoulder.
"That's my man, Orton!" He said, walking to his seat on the other side of the room while laughing. Randy turned to Skye, who was raging. He whispered to her,
"Look. I don't mean it."
"Bullshit." She replied, picking up her books and walking out of the class, just as the bell rang. Mr. Richards had just walked in and he watched as Skye walked down the hallways.
"There she goes again." He muttered to himself before facing the class. Mr. Richards' favorite student was a girl named Victoria. She had long, raven black hair and was pretty crazy. People called her a pyscho bitch. Mr. Richards was also weird and he sometimes wore pink hot pants to class. It always seemed like Victoria and Mr. Richards were flirting in a pyscho way. She would bite his ear everytime he gave her an A, which was mostly all the time. The rest of the students were disgusted by the two of them. Victoria sat right in the front, right infront of the teacher's desk.
It was lunch time and Skye was in the girls' bathroom, in one of the stalls. She couldn't believe that she had fell for Randy Orton's dirty trick. Skye punched the stall's door when she heard footsteps walking in. "Hello? Is anybody in here?" A voice asked. Skye saw a pair of black shoes and black pants. She opened the door to see Jacqueline standing there, looking worried.
"Are you alright, Skye? People told me about how you walked out of Math all of a sudden. What's the matter?" The Texas native asked. Skye looked at her. Jacqueline had always been a nice girl. She sometimes talked to Skye but, she wasn't a friend. She was more of an accquaintance.
"Randy Orton is a jerk." was all Skye said. And that was all she had to say. Jacqueline understood.
"It's okay, Skye. You don't have to fall for his mean tricks anymore. I've got to go. I'll see you around?"
"Sure. Thanks Jacqueline. Bye." Jacqueline waved as Skye took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom. As she was walking, she heard footsteps behnd her. And sure thing, somebody was following her.
"Hey! Cool pants!" The person said but, this time...the voice didn't belong to Randy Orton. She turned around to see Jeff Hardy, a junior walking up to her. She looked down at her oversized black pants with red stitching and bondage straps on them.
"Thanks." Skye replied, smiling. "I like your outfit." She added, looking at his yellow fishnet long-sleeved that had thumb holes and black baggy jeans with white stitching.
"Thanks. By the way, my name's Jeff Hardy. I'm a junior." He introduced, extending his hand. She took it and shook it.
"Skye Alexander, sophmore. I think you're in my gym class?" She asked, knowing it but, not wanting to make him feel freaked out.
"Yeah. So, where are you headed? There's like twenty minutes of lunch left. Want to go grab something in the cafeteria?" Jeff questioned, seeing that she was headed for the school doors.
"That sounds cool." She answered, and the two of them walked to the cafeteria together. Inside the cafeteria, it was loud and crowded. In the middle of the chaos was two large tables combined together to seat the football team and the cheerleaders. Skye's brother Braiden was sitting amongst them, along with the likes of The Rock, Ric Flair, Torrie Wilson, Stacy Keibler, Dawn Marie, Shane McMahon and Randy Orton. There was also Triple H. Randy stopped eating his turkey sandwich when he spotted Jeff Hardy and Skye Alexander walking in, together. They were talking, getting to know each other. The two of them passed the popular kids' table, with Randy being the only one paying attention to them. The rest of the people were too busy laughing. Rob Van Dam, a junior had just drank a carton of milk up his nose, using a straw. People were disgusted but, they still cheered him on. Jeff and Skye walked to the line and picked up some desserts. Skye picked up a cup of chocolate mousse and Jeff had some rainbow colored jello. After paying for their food, they found a couple of empty seats at a table by the line. They sat across from each other.
"Yeah, I jump off a lot of stuff. My brother does too, Matt. He's a senior. But, I'm the one that gets hurt the most. My family calls me stupid but, I just do it for fun. What about you?" Jeff asked, putting a piece of orange jello to his mouth.
"I like to write a lot. A lot of poetry and songs. All that stuff. I'm not that athletic and wild. At least your family calls you something. My family doesn't even notice me." She told him, looking around at the packed cafeteria.
"Hey, isn't your brother the captain of the wrestling team? Braiden?"
"Yes. Unfortunately. He's such a pig." She said, eating her mousse. Jeff laughed.
"That's the way guys are. I eat and eat. Except for when my brother cooks. He is so horrible. He thinks he's the best and he has this lacky, Shannon Moore. He's your age. I think, anyways. Have you heard of him?"
"Yeah. But, he's a freshmen. The blonde kid with long hair? That wears purple and a t-shirt with a V1 on it?"
"That's him!" Jeff exclaimed. "That's his lacky. Boy, Shannon's a cool kid and all but, that guy will do anything for my brother. My brother thinks he's God. Damn Version One crap. Who cares?"
"Same with my brother. Except he isn't Version One. He's more like Version Ten Billion Borings." Skye joked, and the two shared another laugh. Randy watched, slowly eating his food and not paying any attention to Rob Van Dam's amazing but, gross stunts with food. Rob had just chugged three cans of soda in a minute and Randy didn't know a thing about it. Ric Flair caught him looking over at Jeff and Skye, who were talking. Ric waved his hand in Randy's face.
"Hello? Is anybody there?" Ric asked, snapping. Randy jolted and looked around. He saw Ric. "What's the matter, man?"
"Oh! Uh, nothing." Randy replied quickly, as he shoved the rest of his sandwich into his mouth.
"Is it that Skye loser?" He asked, looking over at the direction she was at.
"No. I'm just examining that dork Jeff Hardy's hair. I wonder how many colors are in there." Randy lied, stuffing more food into his mouth so he wouldn't have to talk. Ric turned to the rest of the group who was sitting at the table.
"Hey guys! Let's go see how many colors are in Jeff Hardy's hair today!" He suggested, getting a huge cheer from the football guys. Braiden, The Rock, Billy Kidman, Hunter and Ric all got up from their seats and marched over to Jeff and Skye, with Braiden leading the pack.
"Hey sis!" He called out, as she looked over. She then looked away and rolled her eyes. They were coming towards her. Braiden was the first one to reach them, followed by Ric, Hunter, Billy Kidman and then The Rock.
"What do you want?" Skye asked, finishing up her chocolate mousse.
"We want to know how many colors are in Jeff's hair today!" Ric exclaimed, as he put his hand on Jeff's head. Jeff swat it away, but Ric placed it on his head again.
"Don't get testy with me." He scowled. He then began to flip through Jeff's hair, saying the wild array of colors as he went. Billy Kidman counted on his fingers.
"Purple, Blue, Red, Pink. Hey! He's got pink and purple in here! What a freak!" The crowd laughed as Ric kept on going. "Green, yellow, black, brown, some shiney blue, silver, gold. That's all! We've got a rainbow and more in here, boys!" Ric shouted as Billy Kidman spoke up.
"That's eleven colors in all!" He yelled, as the football guys cheered.
"WOW! BILLY KIDMAN CAN COUNT!" Skye shouted, sarcastically. That caused everybody to go silent. Randy laughed quietly but was quickly scolded by Stacy Keibler.
"Don't you be calling me dumb!" Billy said, stepping up to her.
"You figured out what I mean? Well, that's a miracle!" Billy stared her down like she had a huge bullseye on her forehead. Jeff laughed. Kidman then turned to Jeff Hardy.
"Shut up,you technicolored dork." Jeff made a face but kept quiet.
"Don't call him that!" Skye said as she stood up for her newfound friend. Jeff looked at her. "It's alright, Skye. I'm used to it." He told her. She shot him a look.
"No, I'm sick and tired of people like us being treated like crap. People with creativity. People who don't conform to the dumb society standards. We are going to be who we want to be. And that's that. So, why don't you all just march back to your table and continue to talk about the latest plays. Leave us alone." She stated, causing everybody, even Jeff to raise their eyebrows at her.
"The nerve of that chick." Dawn Marie whispered to the cheerleaders. They nodded in agreement.
"Fine. Just consider yourself marked." Billy Kidman threatened as she gave him a dirty look as they walked away. Braiden turned around to his sister and shook his head in shame.
"You're so stupid." He told her, before walking back to the table. Both Jeff and Skye were silent. But only for about fifteen seconds because then the bell rang. They said their good-byes and headed off to class, Jeff off to Geometry and Skye off to History.
Author's Note2: Thanks for the great idea, xtremeangell!