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Everybody was still speaking about Randy Orton and his weird ways throughout the entire day. He ignored the people who approached him, asking him about the situation. The day was finally over and he couldn't wait to get home. Randy sprinted out of his last period History class and to his locker. He skidded to a complete stop when he saw Hunter Hearst Helmsley standing by his locker. Randy cringed inside as he saw his friend standing at the locker, his arms crossed. The junior looked very disappointed. As Randy approached the locker, he made a beeline for the lock and began to spin the dial, as Triple H placed his hand over the dial, preventing Randy to do anything else. "We need to talk." He said, bluntly. Randy turned to him.
"About what?" He asked, as people rushed around them.
"You. What's been up with you man? You've been acting like a complete weirdo the past couple of days. I mean, did you see Stacy Keibler today? She was so fine! And you blew her off like she was nothing. No sane man would ever do that." Hunter pointed out, looking at Randy. His light blue eyes made their way around the area, everywhere except for Hunter's darkened eyes. "What's going on?" He asked, as Randy took a deep breath and swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat because he was so nervous.
"Nothing." Randy lied, looking away. He couldn't dare to tell his friend the real truth. He wasn't ready to face his dark expression.
"You're lieing to me. Look at me, Orton. I'm your friend. Don't lie to me." He told him, as Randy didn't speak but he looked away. "Look at me!" He exclaimed, cupping Randy's chin into his hand, forcing their eyes to meet. Randy gulped. Triple H had always been a pretty good guy to him and now he was turning into a total jerk. "Now that you're looking at me, speak." Hunter demanded, his face growing red with rage.
"I can't tell you." Randy told him, causing Triple H to get furious. He threw Randy against the lockers and grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt. He lifted up Randy until he was about a foot off the ground, with his feet dangling in the air.
"We're supposed to be friends! Tell me!" He shouted, as Randy cringed.
"We're supposed to be friends! Let me go!" He screamed back, as Triple H grinned evily. Triple H let go of Randy's shirt collar and watched as Randy fell to the ground. Hunter gave him a small kick in the ribs while he was down. Randy winced from the shot and looked up as Hunter spat on him and walked away. All Randy Orton could do was watch as Hunter, and probably the rest of his friends walked out of his life. After the junior had left the building, Randy got up and began to open his locker, while holding his ribs in pain. The hallways had been cleared by now. Except for one person who had saw the whole situation. Skye Alexander.
"Are you okay?" She asked, as he turned around in shock. There she was, with the worry in her hazel eyes.
"Yes." He answered quickly, turning back around to face the inside of his locker. She stepped closer to him.
"I saw what happened. And I just want to say, I'm sorry."
"Why?" He questioned, turning around to see her again.
"I feel like it's all my fault."
"Why?" He asked again, looking at her with confusion on his face.
"Because when you were around me, your friends hated me. And now I think I've caused you to lose your friends."
"No, you didn't. They weren't really my friends anyways." Randy told her, as her eyes fell to the ground.
"I'm sorry. I have to go now. Bye Randy." She said quietly, walking off. When he had thought she was far away enough, he whispered,
"I love you, Skye." He then went back to his locker. As she was walking off, she stopped for a second. Had she heared what she thought she heard? Knowing for sure now, she whispered to herself,
"I love you too, Randy." Skye Alexander then exited Vincent K. McMahon High for the day.
Author's Note2: Sorry for the shortness! I don't have much time but, I think I added more to the story. Review!
Everybody was still speaking about Randy Orton and his weird ways throughout the entire day. He ignored the people who approached him, asking him about the situation. The day was finally over and he couldn't wait to get home. Randy sprinted out of his last period History class and to his locker. He skidded to a complete stop when he saw Hunter Hearst Helmsley standing by his locker. Randy cringed inside as he saw his friend standing at the locker, his arms crossed. The junior looked very disappointed. As Randy approached the locker, he made a beeline for the lock and began to spin the dial, as Triple H placed his hand over the dial, preventing Randy to do anything else. "We need to talk." He said, bluntly. Randy turned to him.
"About what?" He asked, as people rushed around them.
"You. What's been up with you man? You've been acting like a complete weirdo the past couple of days. I mean, did you see Stacy Keibler today? She was so fine! And you blew her off like she was nothing. No sane man would ever do that." Hunter pointed out, looking at Randy. His light blue eyes made their way around the area, everywhere except for Hunter's darkened eyes. "What's going on?" He asked, as Randy took a deep breath and swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat because he was so nervous.
"Nothing." Randy lied, looking away. He couldn't dare to tell his friend the real truth. He wasn't ready to face his dark expression.
"You're lieing to me. Look at me, Orton. I'm your friend. Don't lie to me." He told him, as Randy didn't speak but he looked away. "Look at me!" He exclaimed, cupping Randy's chin into his hand, forcing their eyes to meet. Randy gulped. Triple H had always been a pretty good guy to him and now he was turning into a total jerk. "Now that you're looking at me, speak." Hunter demanded, his face growing red with rage.
"I can't tell you." Randy told him, causing Triple H to get furious. He threw Randy against the lockers and grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt. He lifted up Randy until he was about a foot off the ground, with his feet dangling in the air.
"We're supposed to be friends! Tell me!" He shouted, as Randy cringed.
"We're supposed to be friends! Let me go!" He screamed back, as Triple H grinned evily. Triple H let go of Randy's shirt collar and watched as Randy fell to the ground. Hunter gave him a small kick in the ribs while he was down. Randy winced from the shot and looked up as Hunter spat on him and walked away. All Randy Orton could do was watch as Hunter, and probably the rest of his friends walked out of his life. After the junior had left the building, Randy got up and began to open his locker, while holding his ribs in pain. The hallways had been cleared by now. Except for one person who had saw the whole situation. Skye Alexander.
"Are you okay?" She asked, as he turned around in shock. There she was, with the worry in her hazel eyes.
"Yes." He answered quickly, turning back around to face the inside of his locker. She stepped closer to him.
"I saw what happened. And I just want to say, I'm sorry."
"Why?" He questioned, turning around to see her again.
"I feel like it's all my fault."
"Why?" He asked again, looking at her with confusion on his face.
"Because when you were around me, your friends hated me. And now I think I've caused you to lose your friends."
"No, you didn't. They weren't really my friends anyways." Randy told her, as her eyes fell to the ground.
"I'm sorry. I have to go now. Bye Randy." She said quietly, walking off. When he had thought she was far away enough, he whispered,
"I love you, Skye." He then went back to his locker. As she was walking off, she stopped for a second. Had she heared what she thought she heard? Knowing for sure now, she whispered to herself,
"I love you too, Randy." Skye Alexander then exited Vincent K. McMahon High for the day.
Author's Note2: Sorry for the shortness! I don't have much time but, I think I added more to the story. Review!