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. Thank you all so very much for the great reviews! I hope you enjoy this chapter. I don't have school today (Friday- Sept. 26th) so I'm probably going to be writing more chapters than usual. When I'm on a roll (like with this story), I can't seem to stop. Anyways, here we go!
School had just let out for the day and everybody was either scattering to practice or headed to the bus. Skye Alexander was in the girl's bathroom. She looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 2:45. The bus left at 3:00 on the dot. She avoided everybody when the bell rang and quickly dashed into the bathroom. Her hazel eyes scanned the area, seeing that it was empty. She looked at herself in the mirror, sighing. Jeff Hardy had asked her out. And she didn't know how to respond. As she waited the fifteen minutes, Randy Orton ran through her mind. He had been the most two-faced person that she had ever met in her life. Giving one of the stall doors a kick, she began to feel stupid for ever falling for him. And then, there was Jeff. Jeff was so kind, always there for her. He took her to Ms. Garcia's office when they had gotten into that fight with The Rock and Billy Kidman. Skye cringed as she thought of Billy Kidman. Earlier that day, he had tripped her while she was going into her History class. She lifted up the right leg on her baggy jeans and examined the bruise. It was about the size of a quarter, and purple in color. Skye let the pant leg drop and looked at the clock. It was only 2:50. Time was going by so slow.
Meanwhile, Jeff Hardy was in the boy's bathroom, staring at the clock. Time seemed to be slower than a turtle race. He was waiting for Skye, knowing that she didn't go onto the bus. Jeff had a weird mind also, so he knew how Skye's worked. The buses left at 3:00, and Skye would've probably thought that Jeff had taken the bus home. But, he didn't. He let Matt, Trish and Lita go off while he walked back into the school and went into the bathroom. There were only ten minutes left. But, it seemed like ten years. He looked at himself in the mirror, running his hands through his red and blue hair. He liked Skye a lot. In fact, he felt that he loved her. She didn't deserve to be treated like trash by that asshole, Randy Orton. Jeff knew that Skye had liked Randy, and he wanted her. He knew because the ways she would talk trash about the popular people. She had never mentioned Randy to him. Never at all. But, Jeff wanted to make her forget about the football player. He wanted to make her think of him. And only him.
Finally, the clock turned from 2:59 to 3:00. Both Jeff and Skye sighed sighs of relief. Skye because she had thought she had dodged Jeff for the day, and Jeff because he knew that Skye was still around. Skye walked out of the girl's bathroom, which was right beside the boy's. Just as she walked out, Jeff walked out. She turned and saw him, and the two stood face to face. Skye opened her mouth to speak but, no words came out.
"Skye...listen. I just need to speak right now, okay?" Skye nodded as Jeff continued. "I like you a lot. I think I love you. I know you heard me say that on the weekend, when I asked you out. My offer still stands. So?" Jeff asked, as Skye took a deep breath. She could feel her knees shaking as she began to answer.
"...Yes." She finally said, after a long moment of silence. Jeff cracked a smile and scooped Skye into his arms. She grinned, and hugged him. He let her down and the two walked out of the school, hand in hand.
The next day, Jeff and Skye arrived at school together. They were close, whispering to each other. Everybody knew the instant that they walked into the building, they were a couple. Jeff had his arm around Skye, holding her close as they walked along the halls. The two of them walked to Jeff's locker, they passed Randy Orton at his. Braiden, Skye's brother was with Randy, with his books in his arms. He saw Skye and Jeff together and quickly nudged Randy in the side, using his elbow. Randy spun around, only to see his world crash. There the two of them were, enjoying each other's company. Skye was waiting for Jeff, as he pulled out his books for class and then shut his locker. He put his arm around her, as she placed her head on his shoulder. The two walked off, laughing as Randy and Braiden watched. Braiden slapped the lockers, laughing. "Skye and Jeff? That's the freakiest couple I've ever seen in my life!" He chuckled, as Randy let out a small but, highly fake laugh.
"Yeah, hilarious. I'm going to head to class because I have to ask Coachman something. I'll catch up with you later." Randy told him, shutting his locker.
"Alright. Later, man!" Braiden said, walking off into the other direction. Randy slowly walked the halls, trying to keep his emotions from flowing over for show. He was walking to the Science lab, when he saw Jeff and Skye standing by the door. Skye had her backpack slung over her shoulder and was looking up at Jeff, like she had stars in her eyes. Randy had to walk by them to get inside the classroom. He took a deep breath, keeping his emotions underwraps. Randy passed them, entering the class. He took his seat in the middle of the class, and began to pretend that he was actually interested in the previous night's homework. It was a minute until the bell would ring. Jeff and Skye were wrapping up their conversation with kisses. He then rushed off to his class as Skye walked in, smiling. She took her seat in the back, tapping her fingers. Jamie Noble and Nidia walked into the class, with her having her legs wrapped around him and the two of them were making out. Mr. Coachman pried them apart and sent them to their seats. Once they sat down, Noble placed his hand on Nidia's thigh and began carressing it. The whole class watched for a moment and made faces. The bell rang and class began.
"Good morning, class." Mr. Coachman said, looking out at the sophmores that he had to teach this period.
"Good morning, Mr. Coachman." The class recited in unison. The class went on from then. During the whole class, Randy Orton wasn't able to pay attention. The only thing on his mind was Skye Alexander. She sat a couple of rows behind him, and was staring at the back of his head. She couldn't pay attention either. Her mind was focused on Randy and Jeff. She watched as he began doodling on his page of notes. She shook her head, shaking it all off. She didn't have feelings for Randy anymore. It was all Jeff.
Randy Orton was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that the teacher was calling on him. "Randy! Mr. Orton!" Mr. Coachman called out, as Randy finally snapped back into reality. He looked around and saw that the entire class was staring at him.
"Yes?" Randy asked, confused.
"What is the answer?"
"For what?"
"What is the atomic number for Oxygen?" He asked, as Randy's face scrunched up in mass confusion.
"53?" He asked, obviously the wrong answer. The class burst into laughter.
"No. For not paying attention, I'm going to have you stay after school. Be in my class at 2:40 sharp." Mr. Coachman scolded, getting back to the lesson. Randy groaned, as Skye watched. He turned around and she quickly looked down at her desk. He turned back around, frustrated.
It was now 2:40 and Randy Orton was just entering Mr. Coachman's class, for his detention. He sat in the seat he sat in during class, pissed. The day had not been good for him at all. In History, he recieved his first ever C+ in that class on the test, and in Drama, he screwed up on his lines, causing his group to get the lowest mark for the day. In Math, all he could do was concentrate on Skye, and ended up failing the pop quiz. If this kept up, he'd be kicked off the football team. And now, he had a detention. Mr. Coachman was at the front of the room, going through some papers. He finally emerged from his desk, holding a sheet of paper. He placed it on Randy's desk. "Read this and then write me a composition about paying attention. 150 words. No less." He demanded, as Randy kept quiet and nodded. He pulled out his binder and a pen, and began to read. As he was reading, there was a knock on the classroom door. Mr. Coachman rose from his seat to answer it.Standing there, in the doorway was Skye Alexander and Jeff Hardy. Randy quickly looked at them and then looked back at the paper he was reading. "Skye! Jeff! What do you two need?" Mr. Coachman asked, as Randy was hurting inside.
"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Coachman but, I was wondering if you could please explain the assignment again. I don't understand it." Skye asked, as the two of them walked into the classroom. Jeff stood behind Skye as Mr. Coachman began explaining the assignment to her again. Ten minutes later, Skye understood and the two of them left the classroom. During the whole time, Randy was gazing at Skye. He hadn't written a single thing on his lined paper. Mr. Coachman saw him staring off into space and approached him.
"Randy, you have nothing on your page. It's been ten minutes. Get to work." Randy nodded and began writing his essay. Thirty minutes later, he came up with his composition.
"Paying Attention by Randy Orton
Today in class, I wasn't paying attention and I had to suffer the consequences. Now, I don't understand the homework and I could be unprepared for any examination that could be happening anytime soon. Paying attention is essential to your school work and also, your life. For example, if you weren't paying attention while crossing the streets, you could easily be hit with a car. The same situation in class. If you don't pay attention while a lesson is being taught, you don't know what is going on and your marks suffer. That's what happened to me. Today, I didn't pay attention in Math and ended up failing the pop quiz. Now, that mark made my grades suffer. I was getting a B in that class but, since failing that quiz, it may have been bumped down. What if, my grades went down so low that I got kicked off of the football team? That'd be tragic. So, I've learned my lesson. I need to pay more attention in life and in class. Then, maybe...I'd get what I want."
Randy stood up, He took the paper out of his binder and walked up to the teacher's desk. He placed it infront of Mr. Coachman, gathered his things and left. It was now 3:10 and the school had been cleared out, except for Skye Alexander and Jeff Hardy, who were standing in the hallways, talking. Randy walked out of the classroom, pass the Janitor, Mr. Saturn who was having a conversation with his mop, Moppy. Randy watched him for a second before walking ahead. He went to his locker, which was about ten feet from Skye and Jeff. The couple were talking and laughing, having a good time. When Randy opened his locker, he stuck his head in, trying not to tear up. Skye's voice cooed as Jeff told her, "I love you, Skye."
"I love you too, Jeff." She said, as the two kissed. He didn't see it this time but, he heard the words. The words that shot him in the heart like a dagger. He couldn't help it when the tears began running down his face once again. Skye and Jeff had walked off, to the outside of the school. Randy gathered up his stuff and slammed his locker door shut.
"I love you, Skye." He whispered to himself before turning the other direction, finding a different way home. A way to avoid the couple.
Author's Note2: You finally got the answer! And now...what happens?
School had just let out for the day and everybody was either scattering to practice or headed to the bus. Skye Alexander was in the girl's bathroom. She looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 2:45. The bus left at 3:00 on the dot. She avoided everybody when the bell rang and quickly dashed into the bathroom. Her hazel eyes scanned the area, seeing that it was empty. She looked at herself in the mirror, sighing. Jeff Hardy had asked her out. And she didn't know how to respond. As she waited the fifteen minutes, Randy Orton ran through her mind. He had been the most two-faced person that she had ever met in her life. Giving one of the stall doors a kick, she began to feel stupid for ever falling for him. And then, there was Jeff. Jeff was so kind, always there for her. He took her to Ms. Garcia's office when they had gotten into that fight with The Rock and Billy Kidman. Skye cringed as she thought of Billy Kidman. Earlier that day, he had tripped her while she was going into her History class. She lifted up the right leg on her baggy jeans and examined the bruise. It was about the size of a quarter, and purple in color. Skye let the pant leg drop and looked at the clock. It was only 2:50. Time was going by so slow.
Meanwhile, Jeff Hardy was in the boy's bathroom, staring at the clock. Time seemed to be slower than a turtle race. He was waiting for Skye, knowing that she didn't go onto the bus. Jeff had a weird mind also, so he knew how Skye's worked. The buses left at 3:00, and Skye would've probably thought that Jeff had taken the bus home. But, he didn't. He let Matt, Trish and Lita go off while he walked back into the school and went into the bathroom. There were only ten minutes left. But, it seemed like ten years. He looked at himself in the mirror, running his hands through his red and blue hair. He liked Skye a lot. In fact, he felt that he loved her. She didn't deserve to be treated like trash by that asshole, Randy Orton. Jeff knew that Skye had liked Randy, and he wanted her. He knew because the ways she would talk trash about the popular people. She had never mentioned Randy to him. Never at all. But, Jeff wanted to make her forget about the football player. He wanted to make her think of him. And only him.
Finally, the clock turned from 2:59 to 3:00. Both Jeff and Skye sighed sighs of relief. Skye because she had thought she had dodged Jeff for the day, and Jeff because he knew that Skye was still around. Skye walked out of the girl's bathroom, which was right beside the boy's. Just as she walked out, Jeff walked out. She turned and saw him, and the two stood face to face. Skye opened her mouth to speak but, no words came out.
"Skye...listen. I just need to speak right now, okay?" Skye nodded as Jeff continued. "I like you a lot. I think I love you. I know you heard me say that on the weekend, when I asked you out. My offer still stands. So?" Jeff asked, as Skye took a deep breath. She could feel her knees shaking as she began to answer.
"...Yes." She finally said, after a long moment of silence. Jeff cracked a smile and scooped Skye into his arms. She grinned, and hugged him. He let her down and the two walked out of the school, hand in hand.
The next day, Jeff and Skye arrived at school together. They were close, whispering to each other. Everybody knew the instant that they walked into the building, they were a couple. Jeff had his arm around Skye, holding her close as they walked along the halls. The two of them walked to Jeff's locker, they passed Randy Orton at his. Braiden, Skye's brother was with Randy, with his books in his arms. He saw Skye and Jeff together and quickly nudged Randy in the side, using his elbow. Randy spun around, only to see his world crash. There the two of them were, enjoying each other's company. Skye was waiting for Jeff, as he pulled out his books for class and then shut his locker. He put his arm around her, as she placed her head on his shoulder. The two walked off, laughing as Randy and Braiden watched. Braiden slapped the lockers, laughing. "Skye and Jeff? That's the freakiest couple I've ever seen in my life!" He chuckled, as Randy let out a small but, highly fake laugh.
"Yeah, hilarious. I'm going to head to class because I have to ask Coachman something. I'll catch up with you later." Randy told him, shutting his locker.
"Alright. Later, man!" Braiden said, walking off into the other direction. Randy slowly walked the halls, trying to keep his emotions from flowing over for show. He was walking to the Science lab, when he saw Jeff and Skye standing by the door. Skye had her backpack slung over her shoulder and was looking up at Jeff, like she had stars in her eyes. Randy had to walk by them to get inside the classroom. He took a deep breath, keeping his emotions underwraps. Randy passed them, entering the class. He took his seat in the middle of the class, and began to pretend that he was actually interested in the previous night's homework. It was a minute until the bell would ring. Jeff and Skye were wrapping up their conversation with kisses. He then rushed off to his class as Skye walked in, smiling. She took her seat in the back, tapping her fingers. Jamie Noble and Nidia walked into the class, with her having her legs wrapped around him and the two of them were making out. Mr. Coachman pried them apart and sent them to their seats. Once they sat down, Noble placed his hand on Nidia's thigh and began carressing it. The whole class watched for a moment and made faces. The bell rang and class began.
"Good morning, class." Mr. Coachman said, looking out at the sophmores that he had to teach this period.
"Good morning, Mr. Coachman." The class recited in unison. The class went on from then. During the whole class, Randy Orton wasn't able to pay attention. The only thing on his mind was Skye Alexander. She sat a couple of rows behind him, and was staring at the back of his head. She couldn't pay attention either. Her mind was focused on Randy and Jeff. She watched as he began doodling on his page of notes. She shook her head, shaking it all off. She didn't have feelings for Randy anymore. It was all Jeff.
Randy Orton was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that the teacher was calling on him. "Randy! Mr. Orton!" Mr. Coachman called out, as Randy finally snapped back into reality. He looked around and saw that the entire class was staring at him.
"Yes?" Randy asked, confused.
"What is the answer?"
"For what?"
"What is the atomic number for Oxygen?" He asked, as Randy's face scrunched up in mass confusion.
"53?" He asked, obviously the wrong answer. The class burst into laughter.
"No. For not paying attention, I'm going to have you stay after school. Be in my class at 2:40 sharp." Mr. Coachman scolded, getting back to the lesson. Randy groaned, as Skye watched. He turned around and she quickly looked down at her desk. He turned back around, frustrated.
It was now 2:40 and Randy Orton was just entering Mr. Coachman's class, for his detention. He sat in the seat he sat in during class, pissed. The day had not been good for him at all. In History, he recieved his first ever C+ in that class on the test, and in Drama, he screwed up on his lines, causing his group to get the lowest mark for the day. In Math, all he could do was concentrate on Skye, and ended up failing the pop quiz. If this kept up, he'd be kicked off the football team. And now, he had a detention. Mr. Coachman was at the front of the room, going through some papers. He finally emerged from his desk, holding a sheet of paper. He placed it on Randy's desk. "Read this and then write me a composition about paying attention. 150 words. No less." He demanded, as Randy kept quiet and nodded. He pulled out his binder and a pen, and began to read. As he was reading, there was a knock on the classroom door. Mr. Coachman rose from his seat to answer it.Standing there, in the doorway was Skye Alexander and Jeff Hardy. Randy quickly looked at them and then looked back at the paper he was reading. "Skye! Jeff! What do you two need?" Mr. Coachman asked, as Randy was hurting inside.
"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Coachman but, I was wondering if you could please explain the assignment again. I don't understand it." Skye asked, as the two of them walked into the classroom. Jeff stood behind Skye as Mr. Coachman began explaining the assignment to her again. Ten minutes later, Skye understood and the two of them left the classroom. During the whole time, Randy was gazing at Skye. He hadn't written a single thing on his lined paper. Mr. Coachman saw him staring off into space and approached him.
"Randy, you have nothing on your page. It's been ten minutes. Get to work." Randy nodded and began writing his essay. Thirty minutes later, he came up with his composition.
"Paying Attention by Randy Orton
Today in class, I wasn't paying attention and I had to suffer the consequences. Now, I don't understand the homework and I could be unprepared for any examination that could be happening anytime soon. Paying attention is essential to your school work and also, your life. For example, if you weren't paying attention while crossing the streets, you could easily be hit with a car. The same situation in class. If you don't pay attention while a lesson is being taught, you don't know what is going on and your marks suffer. That's what happened to me. Today, I didn't pay attention in Math and ended up failing the pop quiz. Now, that mark made my grades suffer. I was getting a B in that class but, since failing that quiz, it may have been bumped down. What if, my grades went down so low that I got kicked off of the football team? That'd be tragic. So, I've learned my lesson. I need to pay more attention in life and in class. Then, maybe...I'd get what I want."
Randy stood up, He took the paper out of his binder and walked up to the teacher's desk. He placed it infront of Mr. Coachman, gathered his things and left. It was now 3:10 and the school had been cleared out, except for Skye Alexander and Jeff Hardy, who were standing in the hallways, talking. Randy walked out of the classroom, pass the Janitor, Mr. Saturn who was having a conversation with his mop, Moppy. Randy watched him for a second before walking ahead. He went to his locker, which was about ten feet from Skye and Jeff. The couple were talking and laughing, having a good time. When Randy opened his locker, he stuck his head in, trying not to tear up. Skye's voice cooed as Jeff told her, "I love you, Skye."
"I love you too, Jeff." She said, as the two kissed. He didn't see it this time but, he heard the words. The words that shot him in the heart like a dagger. He couldn't help it when the tears began running down his face once again. Skye and Jeff had walked off, to the outside of the school. Randy gathered up his stuff and slammed his locker door shut.
"I love you, Skye." He whispered to himself before turning the other direction, finding a different way home. A way to avoid the couple.
Author's Note2: You finally got the answer! And now...what happens?