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. Thanks to Super Skittz for the kick ass idea.
Little did he know, Randy Orton wasn't alone when he spoke those words. He thought he was but, he wasn't. A few feet away, standing at the side of the lockers was Torrie Wilson, Billy Kidman's girlfriend. Her body was in shock, finding out the news. She recovered from the shock and pulled out her cell phone. Quickly dialing a number, she got her best friend Stacy Keibler on the line. Stacy picked it up, driving on her way to the mall in her father's Cadillac Escalade. "Hello?" Stacy picked up, with Black Eyed Peas' "Where Is The Love?" playing in the background.
"Oh my god, Stace! You will not believe what I just heard!" Torrie shrieked, almost causing Stacy to lose her hearing.
"What, Torrie? What?!" Stacy asked, excitedly as she turned the corner. "I was like, standing by a set of like, lockers, right? You know, like where Randy's like, locker is, right? And that like, freaky loser couple Skye and Jeff were like, getting all mushy. And like, it was disgusting! And like, when they left, Randy was all crying and all like, 'I love you, Skye'. Like, oh my god!"
Torrie explained, as Stacy was in the same shock that Torrie was when she found it. She almost lost control of the wheel and swirved on the road, causing cars to honk and yell at her. She pulled over at a curb and stopped the car. "No way!" Stacy yelled, as Torrie said,
"Yes, way! Like, is it possible? Like, Randy Orton, like loves like, a loser?!"
"This is so weird! What are we like, going to do?"
"We need to get him to see that the, like popular, like cheerleaders are the best!"
"Like, how are we going to do that?" Stacy Keibler asked, twirling her hair around her finger and blowing a bubble with her pink bubble gum. Torrie was now walking the halls, looking around to see if she was alone. She was. She began to explain her plan.
"You see, I've got Billy so, I can't do anything. It's like, called cheating or whatever. But like, you can! Tomorrow, you can use like, all your totally fantastic moves on Randy Orton and he'll see that he doesn't like, need to love like, that major geek Skye because like, the popular cheerleaders are way like, better!" Stacy's eyes went wide.
"That is like, the so totally like, perfect plan!" Stacy exclaimed and the two went into conversation about what sexy outfit that Stacy Keibler would wear the next day.
Randy was walking home, taking the long way because he needed to think. As he was walking, he looked down at the concrete ground, and was ready to cry again. The next street over sat Stacy Keibler's Cadillac Escalade. She looked at her rearview mirror and shrieked.
"Guess who's walking by my daddy's car?!"
"Who?!" Torrie asked, anxiously as she took a seat on the school's front bench. She crossed her legs and examined her manicure.
"Randy Orton! Do you think I should start flirting with him now?"
"Yes!" Torrie Wilson replied, clapping her hands together lightly.
"Okay, hold on. I have to like, not make it like, I was talking on the phone to like, you."
"Like, okay!" Torrie said on the other line, ready to wait. Stacy placed her phone on her leg, with the buttons up so Torrie could hear too. She rolled down her window and whistled.
"Yoo hoo! Randy!" She called out, as he looked up, a few feet away. Stacy waved him over and he went.
"Hey Stace." He greeted, glumly.
"Hey Randy. You don't usually walk this way."
"Yeah, I know. I just decided to take the long route."
"Oh..." She fanned her face and began unzipping the tiny jacket she had on. Torrie heard the zipper going and giggled to herself. "It's so hot in this car. I need to take my jacket off, do you mind?" She asked, showing off her very skimpy tube top. Randy hardly looked at it.
"I've got to go, Stace. I'll see you at school tomorrow." He said, leaving her as if she was stranded on a desert island. Her jaw dropped in shock as she watched Orton walk away. She placed the phone back on her ear.
"You will NOT believe it, Torrie! He is like, SO in love with that Skye loser because I was in my tube top and like, he thought it was nothing. I took my jacket off in Chemistry today, and Hunter went crazy with drool. So, what the hell is up with that?" Stacy asked, as Torrie sat in complete shock.
"No way!"
"Yes way!" Stacy told her, as she began to start up her car, making her way back onto the road. Her and Torrie began making more plans about the next day as she began driving to the mall.
The next day, Randy Orton was still bummed out about Skye and Jeff. He had accidently missed the bus and had to get a ride from his father, which he was not pleased about. Randy arrived at school, and saw that the hallways were empty. He looked up at the clock. It was 9:00. Classes had started a half an hour ago. He groaned as he went to his locker after signing in. He slowly made his way to class, making sure to take as much time as possible. The first class he had that morning was Math. He now dreaded Math more than he did before. Now, he wasn't able to face Skye. Finally, he made his way to the door of the Math class. Inside, Mr. Richards was teaching the class about dividing fractions. He could see from the window on the door that most of the class was falling asleep. Everybody except for Victoria. She was wide awake and paying full attention. Randy knocked on the door. Mr. Richards stopped his lesson and walked over to the door. Opening it, he saw Randy Orton standing there, dressed in a pair of black track pants, a white t-shirt and his backpack slung over his shoulder. "Well, well, well...Mr. Orton! What makes you so late this morning?"
"I woke up late and missed the bus." Randy said plainly as the teacher let him in. Randy walked into the classroom, all eyes on him. He bowed his head towards the floor and took the only seat available, a seat in the back, right beside Skye Alexander. He slumped into his seat and hardly listened to the rest of the class. All he wanted to do was turn around and tell Skye how much he loved her. But, he couldn't. She was with Jeff now. And probably way happier with him than she'd ever be with him.
At last, the class was over. The rest of the morning went like that, boring as hell. It was now lunchtime and maybe food would take Skye off his mind, Randy Orton thought. He walked into the cafeteria, headed over to the table filled with his friends. Everybody was calm and cool because Torrie and Stacy only knew that Randy loved Skye. The only empty seat was the one beside Stacy Keibler, who was dressed in a white micro-mini skirt and a white bikini top, with her long blonde hair straight and flowing. Randy took a seat beside Stacy, greeted her without looking at her and began eating his lunch. She pouted, as Torrie gave her a 'keep on going' look. Stacy leaned closer towards Randy and cleared her throat. He stopped eating and swallowed. He looked at her. She smiled. "Hi Randy!" She greeted, as he gave her a weak smile.
"Hi Stace. What's up?" He asked, feeling awkward. She leaned in closer to him, so close that her chest was touching his arm.
"Not much." She answered, "accidently" dropping her fork as she did so. Randy looked at her as she stood up. If Stacy Keibler's skirt were an inch shorter, she'd be exposed. Stacy bent down, causing all the guys at the table minus Randy to stop what they were doing. Orton just turned around and went back to eating. Rob Van Dam had milk dribbling down his chin at the sight of the cheerleader. Torrie noticed that Randy wasn't paying attention and began to grow frustrated. Stacy got back up and sat down. Torrie mouthed to her,
"He's not paying any attention." The two girls pouted. Stacy inched closer to Randy again, this time with her fork in her hand.
"I have to blow off the dust now." She told him, trying to get him to pay attention. Stacy took the fork and put it infront of his face. She then gave it a couple of long and slow blows. At the other end of the table, Braiden Alexander was watching and was getting sweaty. So was Shane McMahon. The two seniors continued watching as Stacy was trying to turn Randy Orton on. Randy just ignored her and continued to eat his sandwich. Torrie stomped her foot in frustration. Billy Kidman noticed Torrie's anger.
"What's wrong, babe?" He asked, placing his arm around his girlfriend.
"Nothing." She lied, knowing that it wasn't the right time to spill the beans. Billy Kidman gave her a kiss on the cheek and went back to eating. Stacy was practically trying to climb onto Randy Orton, blowing on her fork. Orton stared at her like she was some pyscho and lightly shoved her off of him.
"How stupid!" Shane McMahon whispered to Braiden, as he nodded in agreement. Randy turned to Stacy Keibler.
"Excuse me, Stacy but, do you mind? I'm trying to eat and I don't appreciate the fact that you're blowing your germs onto me and my food. I have a football game in two days and I don't want to get food poisoning or get sick. And you're getting to be really touchy. I'm feeling violated." He explained, as the whole table went silent. The Rock's carrot dropped to the floor. Along with everybody else's jaws. Stacy crossed her arms, glaring at him as he stood up. He grabbed the remainder of his food and left the cafeteria.
Little did he know, Randy Orton wasn't alone when he spoke those words. He thought he was but, he wasn't. A few feet away, standing at the side of the lockers was Torrie Wilson, Billy Kidman's girlfriend. Her body was in shock, finding out the news. She recovered from the shock and pulled out her cell phone. Quickly dialing a number, she got her best friend Stacy Keibler on the line. Stacy picked it up, driving on her way to the mall in her father's Cadillac Escalade. "Hello?" Stacy picked up, with Black Eyed Peas' "Where Is The Love?" playing in the background.
"Oh my god, Stace! You will not believe what I just heard!" Torrie shrieked, almost causing Stacy to lose her hearing.
"What, Torrie? What?!" Stacy asked, excitedly as she turned the corner. "I was like, standing by a set of like, lockers, right? You know, like where Randy's like, locker is, right? And that like, freaky loser couple Skye and Jeff were like, getting all mushy. And like, it was disgusting! And like, when they left, Randy was all crying and all like, 'I love you, Skye'. Like, oh my god!"
Torrie explained, as Stacy was in the same shock that Torrie was when she found it. She almost lost control of the wheel and swirved on the road, causing cars to honk and yell at her. She pulled over at a curb and stopped the car. "No way!" Stacy yelled, as Torrie said,
"Yes, way! Like, is it possible? Like, Randy Orton, like loves like, a loser?!"
"This is so weird! What are we like, going to do?"
"We need to get him to see that the, like popular, like cheerleaders are the best!"
"Like, how are we going to do that?" Stacy Keibler asked, twirling her hair around her finger and blowing a bubble with her pink bubble gum. Torrie was now walking the halls, looking around to see if she was alone. She was. She began to explain her plan.
"You see, I've got Billy so, I can't do anything. It's like, called cheating or whatever. But like, you can! Tomorrow, you can use like, all your totally fantastic moves on Randy Orton and he'll see that he doesn't like, need to love like, that major geek Skye because like, the popular cheerleaders are way like, better!" Stacy's eyes went wide.
"That is like, the so totally like, perfect plan!" Stacy exclaimed and the two went into conversation about what sexy outfit that Stacy Keibler would wear the next day.
Randy was walking home, taking the long way because he needed to think. As he was walking, he looked down at the concrete ground, and was ready to cry again. The next street over sat Stacy Keibler's Cadillac Escalade. She looked at her rearview mirror and shrieked.
"Guess who's walking by my daddy's car?!"
"Who?!" Torrie asked, anxiously as she took a seat on the school's front bench. She crossed her legs and examined her manicure.
"Randy Orton! Do you think I should start flirting with him now?"
"Yes!" Torrie Wilson replied, clapping her hands together lightly.
"Okay, hold on. I have to like, not make it like, I was talking on the phone to like, you."
"Like, okay!" Torrie said on the other line, ready to wait. Stacy placed her phone on her leg, with the buttons up so Torrie could hear too. She rolled down her window and whistled.
"Yoo hoo! Randy!" She called out, as he looked up, a few feet away. Stacy waved him over and he went.
"Hey Stace." He greeted, glumly.
"Hey Randy. You don't usually walk this way."
"Yeah, I know. I just decided to take the long route."
"Oh..." She fanned her face and began unzipping the tiny jacket she had on. Torrie heard the zipper going and giggled to herself. "It's so hot in this car. I need to take my jacket off, do you mind?" She asked, showing off her very skimpy tube top. Randy hardly looked at it.
"I've got to go, Stace. I'll see you at school tomorrow." He said, leaving her as if she was stranded on a desert island. Her jaw dropped in shock as she watched Orton walk away. She placed the phone back on her ear.
"You will NOT believe it, Torrie! He is like, SO in love with that Skye loser because I was in my tube top and like, he thought it was nothing. I took my jacket off in Chemistry today, and Hunter went crazy with drool. So, what the hell is up with that?" Stacy asked, as Torrie sat in complete shock.
"No way!"
"Yes way!" Stacy told her, as she began to start up her car, making her way back onto the road. Her and Torrie began making more plans about the next day as she began driving to the mall.
The next day, Randy Orton was still bummed out about Skye and Jeff. He had accidently missed the bus and had to get a ride from his father, which he was not pleased about. Randy arrived at school, and saw that the hallways were empty. He looked up at the clock. It was 9:00. Classes had started a half an hour ago. He groaned as he went to his locker after signing in. He slowly made his way to class, making sure to take as much time as possible. The first class he had that morning was Math. He now dreaded Math more than he did before. Now, he wasn't able to face Skye. Finally, he made his way to the door of the Math class. Inside, Mr. Richards was teaching the class about dividing fractions. He could see from the window on the door that most of the class was falling asleep. Everybody except for Victoria. She was wide awake and paying full attention. Randy knocked on the door. Mr. Richards stopped his lesson and walked over to the door. Opening it, he saw Randy Orton standing there, dressed in a pair of black track pants, a white t-shirt and his backpack slung over his shoulder. "Well, well, well...Mr. Orton! What makes you so late this morning?"
"I woke up late and missed the bus." Randy said plainly as the teacher let him in. Randy walked into the classroom, all eyes on him. He bowed his head towards the floor and took the only seat available, a seat in the back, right beside Skye Alexander. He slumped into his seat and hardly listened to the rest of the class. All he wanted to do was turn around and tell Skye how much he loved her. But, he couldn't. She was with Jeff now. And probably way happier with him than she'd ever be with him.
At last, the class was over. The rest of the morning went like that, boring as hell. It was now lunchtime and maybe food would take Skye off his mind, Randy Orton thought. He walked into the cafeteria, headed over to the table filled with his friends. Everybody was calm and cool because Torrie and Stacy only knew that Randy loved Skye. The only empty seat was the one beside Stacy Keibler, who was dressed in a white micro-mini skirt and a white bikini top, with her long blonde hair straight and flowing. Randy took a seat beside Stacy, greeted her without looking at her and began eating his lunch. She pouted, as Torrie gave her a 'keep on going' look. Stacy leaned closer towards Randy and cleared her throat. He stopped eating and swallowed. He looked at her. She smiled. "Hi Randy!" She greeted, as he gave her a weak smile.
"Hi Stace. What's up?" He asked, feeling awkward. She leaned in closer to him, so close that her chest was touching his arm.
"Not much." She answered, "accidently" dropping her fork as she did so. Randy looked at her as she stood up. If Stacy Keibler's skirt were an inch shorter, she'd be exposed. Stacy bent down, causing all the guys at the table minus Randy to stop what they were doing. Orton just turned around and went back to eating. Rob Van Dam had milk dribbling down his chin at the sight of the cheerleader. Torrie noticed that Randy wasn't paying attention and began to grow frustrated. Stacy got back up and sat down. Torrie mouthed to her,
"He's not paying any attention." The two girls pouted. Stacy inched closer to Randy again, this time with her fork in her hand.
"I have to blow off the dust now." She told him, trying to get him to pay attention. Stacy took the fork and put it infront of his face. She then gave it a couple of long and slow blows. At the other end of the table, Braiden Alexander was watching and was getting sweaty. So was Shane McMahon. The two seniors continued watching as Stacy was trying to turn Randy Orton on. Randy just ignored her and continued to eat his sandwich. Torrie stomped her foot in frustration. Billy Kidman noticed Torrie's anger.
"What's wrong, babe?" He asked, placing his arm around his girlfriend.
"Nothing." She lied, knowing that it wasn't the right time to spill the beans. Billy Kidman gave her a kiss on the cheek and went back to eating. Stacy was practically trying to climb onto Randy Orton, blowing on her fork. Orton stared at her like she was some pyscho and lightly shoved her off of him.
"How stupid!" Shane McMahon whispered to Braiden, as he nodded in agreement. Randy turned to Stacy Keibler.
"Excuse me, Stacy but, do you mind? I'm trying to eat and I don't appreciate the fact that you're blowing your germs onto me and my food. I have a football game in two days and I don't want to get food poisoning or get sick. And you're getting to be really touchy. I'm feeling violated." He explained, as the whole table went silent. The Rock's carrot dropped to the floor. Along with everybody else's jaws. Stacy crossed her arms, glaring at him as he stood up. He grabbed the remainder of his food and left the cafeteria.