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.
It was the next day and Randy Orton had been shunned from the popular people. When he walked into Vincent K. McMahon High, students stared at him right off the bat. Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson hadn't spilled the beans yet, they were waiting for the right moment. But, Hunter had told everybody that Randy refused to talk to him about something and now he was a loser. When he walked over to his locker, a couple of students huddled into a group, looking and whispering at him. He gave them a quick glance before opening his locker. At that moment, a pie sprang out of the locker and hit him square in the face. The whole hallway laughed as he stood there, embarrassed. 'This can't be happening...' He thought to himself. Oh, but it was. Randy wiped his face with his black t-shirt and got out his books. He slammed the locker door shut and jogged towards the boy's bathroom. As he was passing The Rock, Dwayne Johnson stuck out his foot, causing Randy to lose control, his books flew forward and he landed flat on his face. More laughter came from the students. Frustrated, Randy got up quickly, picked up his books and rushed off to the bathroom. He began to clean himself off as he stared at himself in the mirror. His light blue eyes had gone from content to darkened and sorrowful. He felt sorrow for his own self. He now knew what the people felt like when they were being teased. He hadn't really experienced before and now he knew exactly how Skye Alexander felt.
Skye wasn't at school that day. She had accidently caught her younger sister Petra's flu. Now, both Alexander sisters were at home, in bed. Skye was in her bed, cuddling Snicklefritz in her arms. The cat purred, as she began to stroke it's head. Her nose was stuffy, and she was constantly coughing. Skye also felt like throwing up. Nothing was going right. Her health had diminished and now she was a wreck, and also she didn't know what to do with Randy and Jeff. Yesterday, she found out that he loved her but, she was still with Jeff Hardy. Jeff was always treating her right, taking care of her. She didn't want to let him go. Besides, it would hurt him so much if she did. She couldn't bare the thought of seeing Jeff Hardy down in the dumps. He was the one that helped her and pulled her out of her slump. Jeff taught her how to be herself and be proud of it. She was no longer in the background. She rose her hand to participate in class, and gave the class her insight, whether they wanted it or not. With Jeff, she didn't have to skip class and go do nothing in alleys and behind stores. Her grades were approving and her parents couldn't believe it. Sure, Braiden still treated her like dirt but, she didn't really care. But, what was she going to do with Randy? Maybe...
Skye's thoughts were interrupted as she heard a knock on the door. Without Skye saying anything, it opened and standing there was six-year old Petra, dressed in her Barbie pajamas. The young child looked around at the room and noticed all of Skye's rock posters. "Why is your room so weird?" She asked, clutching the door knob in her tiny and nimble hands.
"Because I want it to be." She answered, laying down in her bed.
"Oh. Can I come in?"
"Fine. Shut the door behind you." Skye replied, while Petra did what she was told. The small brunette skipped over to Skye's bed and jumped on.
"What were you doing?" She asked, petting Snicklefritz on the head.
"Thinking." Skye grunted as she turned to her side, facing her sister.
"About what? Your boyfriend?"
"Yes. And other things."
"Like what?"
"Why do you want to know?" Skye asked, curiously. Petra had never been interested in her before. Petra shrugged her tiny shoulders.
"Why can't I just talk to you?"
"Because you never used to talk to me before."
"Well, I am now." Petra answered. "So, what were you thinking about?" The six-year old asked. Skye sighed. Why was she telling a six-year old her emotional problems? She had no idea but, she needed to tell somebody.
"Yesterday I just found out that this other boy loves me and I love him too. I don't know what to do about Jeff because I still love him too. Jeff was always treating me nicely and the other boy is just a jerk. A meanie-mo in your kid terms. But, I still love him. I don't know what to do." Skye explained, as Petra listened intentively. The cat meowed and jumped off of the bed. He walked around the room and laid on a pile of Skye's clothes. Petra watched Snicklefritz for a second before turning to Skye and asking,
"Who do you love more?" Skye Alexander had thought the answer would come to her easily.
"Jeff. Wait, Randy. No, Jeff. No, Randy. I don't know!" She cried, as Petra rubbed her sister's arm.
"I know, it's hard. But, you have to think about it. Did you want to be with Jeff in the first place? Or did you want Randy?" Skye's hazel eyes went wide, staring at her little sister. She was smarter than everybody had thought. Sure, Petra was smart in school because she skipped a grade but, Skye discovered that Petra was also smart with love advice.
"How do you know all this?" Skye asked, raising her eyebrow at Petra curiously.
"Whenever I'm over at my friends' houses, we always hear their older sisters talking about love and we get advice. So, I'm passing it on to you. But, back to my question...Did you want to be with Jeff in the first place? Or did you want Randy?" She repeated.
"I liked Randy in the first place. Just nobody knew. And nobody did know. Until now."
"Then go for Randy." Petra replied, as straight-forward as possible.
"I don't know about that, Petra. Randy Orton never treated me good. And Jeff's always been really sweet."
Petra sighed and placed her hand on Skye's shoulder. "You can't keep on like this. You should make up your mind." Petra told her, sliding off of the bed. Skye nodded and laid her head back down on her pillow as Petra began leaving the room. Snicklefritz followed her and then the door shut.
It was the middle of the day, and Randy Orton was in Drama class. The class was a mix of all of the grades, and Ric Flair was in Randy's class. Mr. Goldust, the teacher had put them into pairs for an activity and thinking that they were friends, the teacher placed Ric and Randy together. The two moved to a secluded area in the theatre and sat on opposite sides of the row. Ric crossed his arms and Randy did the same. "Come on, boys! Get to work!" Mr. Goldust yelled from his desk at the side of the theatre. Mr. Goldust was one of the strangest teachers that they had a Vincent K. He wore long blonde wigs along with gold and black facepaint. But, overall, he was a cool guy. Randy and Ric stayed at opposite sides of the row until it was time to perform. Then, they moved down to the seats right infront of the stage for the two-minute performances. Mr. Goldust stood infront of the class, on the stage. He had a smug smile on his face. "Our first performers will be...Mr. Flair and Mr. Orton!" Ric shot up from his chair, angry.
"Why?!" He asked, as Randy just got up and walked over to the stage.
"Mr. Flair, Randy is on stage right now. Care to join him?" The teacher asked, ignoring Ric's question.
"No." Ric Flair answered, crossing his arms.
"Come on, Flair. Stop acting like a baby!" Randy Orton said, as the class laughed. Ric Flair's face turned red as he began stomping towards the stage. The two really hadn't prepared anything. The class looked on as the two stared at each other on stage. It took about thirty seconds for Ric to start speaking. It wasn't any thought out dialouge, just words that came out of his mouth.
"You know what, Orton? You make me sick! First, you've been blowing off one of the hottest chicks in school and now you don't even want to tell one of your best friends something? What's up with that?" Ric asked, as Randy looked at him, an ice cold glare in his eyes.
"I make you sick? You make me sick! I'm sick and tired of you and everybody else treating people who aren't the same as you guys like crap! First, you embarrass the hell out of one girl, and then you go and make fun of a disabled kid."
"Gowen deserved it! And if you're talking about that loser, Skye Alexander...she deserved it too! She shouldn't be talking back to us football players." Ric yelled, as the class watched on, knowing that it was real. The only person who thought it was all planned out was Mr. Goldust. He watched on, interested in how the two students displayed rage, when they weren't really mad. Except for the fact that, they really were.
"They don't deserve that! And what makes football players so superior compared to the other students?"
"Everything! We're better and we always will be!"
"Bullshit!" Randy screamed, causing the whole class to gasp at his tone. The two boys stared at each other, both with ice cold looks in their eyes, and their arms crossed. They were silent so, Mr. Goldust assumed that they were finished. He stood up from his seat and clapped.
"Fantastic! Great acting, gentlemen!" He congratulated them, as they walked back to their seats, still fuming. The class continued on with Nidia and Jamie Noble getting up on stage and they quickly began making out. The students covered their eyes.
After school, Randy Orton had football practice. It was the worst football practice that he had ever had in his life. The captain, Dwayne Johnson made him run fifteen laps around the field, do one-hundred push-ups and then made him go through a gauntlet of all the football players. He tried to get through them but was quickly pushed away. Hunter gave him a huge shove, causing him to fly a couple of feet back and land hard onto the ground. Everybody else just laughed. Nobody dared to help him up. After a minute or so, he slowly got up and continued. It happened again. And again. And again. It seemed like a miracle when practice ended an hour after. Randy Orton was sure that he was bruised all over and he was sore. Very sore. The rest of the football team passed Randy on their way to the locker room, making sure that he was the last one in. He slowly walked in, holding his back. It ached so much. The guys were getting into the showers, making them full so that Randy Orton couldn't get in and had to wait. Usually, Spanky also known as Brian Kendrick was the one who was last into the showers. Spanky was a freshmen. Spanky was glad that he wasn't last. Randy sat on the benches, waiting. He began to nurse all of his aches and pains. Fifteen minutes later, the rest of the guys had finished up with their showers and it was now Randy's turn. He stripped down (Author's Note2: NICE SIGHT! WAHOOO!) and got into the showers. When he turned on the water, a brisk blast of coldness hit him. He screamed. Randy could hear the other guys laughing at him. He took a quick shower because the water was so freezing. When he exited the showers, he saw that the locker room was empty. His light blue eyes looked over at the bench where he had placed his clothes. They were gone. "Fuck!" He screamed. He walked over to his gym locker and opened it. Randy pulled out an extra change of clothes and put them on. He then left the locker room, pissed off. It was the worst day of his life.
It was the next day and Randy Orton had been shunned from the popular people. When he walked into Vincent K. McMahon High, students stared at him right off the bat. Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson hadn't spilled the beans yet, they were waiting for the right moment. But, Hunter had told everybody that Randy refused to talk to him about something and now he was a loser. When he walked over to his locker, a couple of students huddled into a group, looking and whispering at him. He gave them a quick glance before opening his locker. At that moment, a pie sprang out of the locker and hit him square in the face. The whole hallway laughed as he stood there, embarrassed. 'This can't be happening...' He thought to himself. Oh, but it was. Randy wiped his face with his black t-shirt and got out his books. He slammed the locker door shut and jogged towards the boy's bathroom. As he was passing The Rock, Dwayne Johnson stuck out his foot, causing Randy to lose control, his books flew forward and he landed flat on his face. More laughter came from the students. Frustrated, Randy got up quickly, picked up his books and rushed off to the bathroom. He began to clean himself off as he stared at himself in the mirror. His light blue eyes had gone from content to darkened and sorrowful. He felt sorrow for his own self. He now knew what the people felt like when they were being teased. He hadn't really experienced before and now he knew exactly how Skye Alexander felt.
Skye wasn't at school that day. She had accidently caught her younger sister Petra's flu. Now, both Alexander sisters were at home, in bed. Skye was in her bed, cuddling Snicklefritz in her arms. The cat purred, as she began to stroke it's head. Her nose was stuffy, and she was constantly coughing. Skye also felt like throwing up. Nothing was going right. Her health had diminished and now she was a wreck, and also she didn't know what to do with Randy and Jeff. Yesterday, she found out that he loved her but, she was still with Jeff Hardy. Jeff was always treating her right, taking care of her. She didn't want to let him go. Besides, it would hurt him so much if she did. She couldn't bare the thought of seeing Jeff Hardy down in the dumps. He was the one that helped her and pulled her out of her slump. Jeff taught her how to be herself and be proud of it. She was no longer in the background. She rose her hand to participate in class, and gave the class her insight, whether they wanted it or not. With Jeff, she didn't have to skip class and go do nothing in alleys and behind stores. Her grades were approving and her parents couldn't believe it. Sure, Braiden still treated her like dirt but, she didn't really care. But, what was she going to do with Randy? Maybe...
Skye's thoughts were interrupted as she heard a knock on the door. Without Skye saying anything, it opened and standing there was six-year old Petra, dressed in her Barbie pajamas. The young child looked around at the room and noticed all of Skye's rock posters. "Why is your room so weird?" She asked, clutching the door knob in her tiny and nimble hands.
"Because I want it to be." She answered, laying down in her bed.
"Oh. Can I come in?"
"Fine. Shut the door behind you." Skye replied, while Petra did what she was told. The small brunette skipped over to Skye's bed and jumped on.
"What were you doing?" She asked, petting Snicklefritz on the head.
"Thinking." Skye grunted as she turned to her side, facing her sister.
"About what? Your boyfriend?"
"Yes. And other things."
"Like what?"
"Why do you want to know?" Skye asked, curiously. Petra had never been interested in her before. Petra shrugged her tiny shoulders.
"Why can't I just talk to you?"
"Because you never used to talk to me before."
"Well, I am now." Petra answered. "So, what were you thinking about?" The six-year old asked. Skye sighed. Why was she telling a six-year old her emotional problems? She had no idea but, she needed to tell somebody.
"Yesterday I just found out that this other boy loves me and I love him too. I don't know what to do about Jeff because I still love him too. Jeff was always treating me nicely and the other boy is just a jerk. A meanie-mo in your kid terms. But, I still love him. I don't know what to do." Skye explained, as Petra listened intentively. The cat meowed and jumped off of the bed. He walked around the room and laid on a pile of Skye's clothes. Petra watched Snicklefritz for a second before turning to Skye and asking,
"Who do you love more?" Skye Alexander had thought the answer would come to her easily.
"Jeff. Wait, Randy. No, Jeff. No, Randy. I don't know!" She cried, as Petra rubbed her sister's arm.
"I know, it's hard. But, you have to think about it. Did you want to be with Jeff in the first place? Or did you want Randy?" Skye's hazel eyes went wide, staring at her little sister. She was smarter than everybody had thought. Sure, Petra was smart in school because she skipped a grade but, Skye discovered that Petra was also smart with love advice.
"How do you know all this?" Skye asked, raising her eyebrow at Petra curiously.
"Whenever I'm over at my friends' houses, we always hear their older sisters talking about love and we get advice. So, I'm passing it on to you. But, back to my question...Did you want to be with Jeff in the first place? Or did you want Randy?" She repeated.
"I liked Randy in the first place. Just nobody knew. And nobody did know. Until now."
"Then go for Randy." Petra replied, as straight-forward as possible.
"I don't know about that, Petra. Randy Orton never treated me good. And Jeff's always been really sweet."
Petra sighed and placed her hand on Skye's shoulder. "You can't keep on like this. You should make up your mind." Petra told her, sliding off of the bed. Skye nodded and laid her head back down on her pillow as Petra began leaving the room. Snicklefritz followed her and then the door shut.
It was the middle of the day, and Randy Orton was in Drama class. The class was a mix of all of the grades, and Ric Flair was in Randy's class. Mr. Goldust, the teacher had put them into pairs for an activity and thinking that they were friends, the teacher placed Ric and Randy together. The two moved to a secluded area in the theatre and sat on opposite sides of the row. Ric crossed his arms and Randy did the same. "Come on, boys! Get to work!" Mr. Goldust yelled from his desk at the side of the theatre. Mr. Goldust was one of the strangest teachers that they had a Vincent K. He wore long blonde wigs along with gold and black facepaint. But, overall, he was a cool guy. Randy and Ric stayed at opposite sides of the row until it was time to perform. Then, they moved down to the seats right infront of the stage for the two-minute performances. Mr. Goldust stood infront of the class, on the stage. He had a smug smile on his face. "Our first performers will be...Mr. Flair and Mr. Orton!" Ric shot up from his chair, angry.
"Why?!" He asked, as Randy just got up and walked over to the stage.
"Mr. Flair, Randy is on stage right now. Care to join him?" The teacher asked, ignoring Ric's question.
"No." Ric Flair answered, crossing his arms.
"Come on, Flair. Stop acting like a baby!" Randy Orton said, as the class laughed. Ric Flair's face turned red as he began stomping towards the stage. The two really hadn't prepared anything. The class looked on as the two stared at each other on stage. It took about thirty seconds for Ric to start speaking. It wasn't any thought out dialouge, just words that came out of his mouth.
"You know what, Orton? You make me sick! First, you've been blowing off one of the hottest chicks in school and now you don't even want to tell one of your best friends something? What's up with that?" Ric asked, as Randy looked at him, an ice cold glare in his eyes.
"I make you sick? You make me sick! I'm sick and tired of you and everybody else treating people who aren't the same as you guys like crap! First, you embarrass the hell out of one girl, and then you go and make fun of a disabled kid."
"Gowen deserved it! And if you're talking about that loser, Skye Alexander...she deserved it too! She shouldn't be talking back to us football players." Ric yelled, as the class watched on, knowing that it was real. The only person who thought it was all planned out was Mr. Goldust. He watched on, interested in how the two students displayed rage, when they weren't really mad. Except for the fact that, they really were.
"They don't deserve that! And what makes football players so superior compared to the other students?"
"Everything! We're better and we always will be!"
"Bullshit!" Randy screamed, causing the whole class to gasp at his tone. The two boys stared at each other, both with ice cold looks in their eyes, and their arms crossed. They were silent so, Mr. Goldust assumed that they were finished. He stood up from his seat and clapped.
"Fantastic! Great acting, gentlemen!" He congratulated them, as they walked back to their seats, still fuming. The class continued on with Nidia and Jamie Noble getting up on stage and they quickly began making out. The students covered their eyes.
After school, Randy Orton had football practice. It was the worst football practice that he had ever had in his life. The captain, Dwayne Johnson made him run fifteen laps around the field, do one-hundred push-ups and then made him go through a gauntlet of all the football players. He tried to get through them but was quickly pushed away. Hunter gave him a huge shove, causing him to fly a couple of feet back and land hard onto the ground. Everybody else just laughed. Nobody dared to help him up. After a minute or so, he slowly got up and continued. It happened again. And again. And again. It seemed like a miracle when practice ended an hour after. Randy Orton was sure that he was bruised all over and he was sore. Very sore. The rest of the football team passed Randy on their way to the locker room, making sure that he was the last one in. He slowly walked in, holding his back. It ached so much. The guys were getting into the showers, making them full so that Randy Orton couldn't get in and had to wait. Usually, Spanky also known as Brian Kendrick was the one who was last into the showers. Spanky was a freshmen. Spanky was glad that he wasn't last. Randy sat on the benches, waiting. He began to nurse all of his aches and pains. Fifteen minutes later, the rest of the guys had finished up with their showers and it was now Randy's turn. He stripped down (Author's Note2: NICE SIGHT! WAHOOO!) and got into the showers. When he turned on the water, a brisk blast of coldness hit him. He screamed. Randy could hear the other guys laughing at him. He took a quick shower because the water was so freezing. When he exited the showers, he saw that the locker room was empty. His light blue eyes looked over at the bench where he had placed his clothes. They were gone. "Fuck!" He screamed. He walked over to his gym locker and opened it. Randy pulled out an extra change of clothes and put them on. He then left the locker room, pissed off. It was the worst day of his life.