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. I am SO sorry for the lack of updates. My internet isn't working and right now, I'm at my Dad's house and I think this is the only time I can update. So, new things will come every two weeks or something now. I'm so sorry. I hope you didn't forget about this story!
A week later and Skye Alexander was over with her flu. She was glad because she could finally go back to school and see Jeff. She had also spent the whole week thinking about both him and Randy. What Petra had said really stuck onto her mind. Who did she really want?
Randy Orton's life had gone on a constant downward spiral since the day Hunter had thrown him out of everything. He wanted to so badly drop out of school because everywhere he turned, he was taunted. Stacy and Torrie still hadn't spilled the beans on Randy loving Skye. They were still waiting for that right moment. And that moment was to be Vincent K. McMahon's Homecoming Dance. The huge event was the following week, and the whole school was excited for it. They were to face their cross-town rivals, NWA-TNA Secondary School. The football came was to come first, and then the dance at night. Randy had been moved from first-string to fourth-string and was benched for everything he did. Ric had done some talking to Coach Snow and Asst. Coach Hardcore "Bob" Holly and they moved him. Coach Snow was always blowing the whistle at Randy as he was doing drills. Randy knew why. Coach never blew the whistle on Rob Van Dam when he fumbled or Braiden Alexander if he missed a pass. If Randy had been tackled and didn't get up the next second, the coaches would call him weak and bench him. That's what he did for most of practice and the games. He sat on the bench. Whenever he walked down the hallways, there was always somebody talking about him. One time, he was getting a drink at the water fountain and Gail Kim, a freshmen shoved him out of the way and took her turn. He hit his head on the wall as Gail laughed. Holding his head, he slowly walked to class. Even in class, his grades were dropping. If he wasn't cut from the football team for being too "weak" then he'd be cut because his grades were too low. He used to be the best student in Mrs. Mero's History Class but now he was almost at the bottom. Instead of A's, he got C+'s and C's. His parents began to get worried but, Randy just lied to them and told them that he was just getting a bit distracted. He never told them why.
Skye had returned to school and the first person she saw when she was approaching the building was Randy Orton, sitting on the bench in the front. He was scuffing the sole of his sneakers on the cement, looking down. Inside, her heart dropped because of him. Skye took a deep breath and approached Randy. "Hey." She said, as his head slowly looked up. She could see that his normally light blue eyes were darker because he was so upset.
"Hi." He answered, his voice as low as possible.
"How are you doing?"
"Crappy. You?" He looked back down at the ground. She sat beside him.
"Not bad."
"Ok." Randy answered as he began to twiddle his thumbs. The two sat in silence as the school's bell rang. Skye got up from her seat. She began walking into the building when she noticed that Randy Orton wasn't following her. Skye turned around, her red hair flowing in the autumn winds.
"Are you coming?" She asked, with her backpack slung over her shoulder. Her hand was on the door's handle.
"No." Randy Orton replied, shaking his head. He got up from the bench and adjusted his jeans. "I'm going to skip." He told her, walking off into the distance. Skye's mouth dropped open. 'Randy Orton is going to skip?!' Her mind thought, as she pulled open the gigantic school doors and walked into the building. Students milled around her, not even noticing that she was back. All except for her boyfriend, Jeff Hardy. Jeff instantly saw Skye from about fifteen feet away and ran towards her with a bright smile on his face.
"Skye!"
"Hey Jeff!" She called out, waving. He went up to her, scooped her into his arms and hugged her, spinning her around. She cracked a grin.
"I missed you so much. How are you feeling?" He asked, putting her down. The two began walking.
"I'm good. How about you?"
"Great. Skye, I can't believe you missed it! The whole school's been treating that jerk Randy Orton like an outcast for the whole week! It was so classic. Now he knows how we feel like. I'm so glad!" He exclaimed, as he walked Skye to her class. Skye's smile turned from real to fake. She began to feel uneasy.
"That's cool. Here's my class. I'll see you at lunch, Jeff."
"That's cool, babe. I love you." He told her, kissing her on the lips.
"I love you too." Skye answered, hugging him. She then walked into her History classroom, feeling awkward. When she told Jeff that she loved him, did she really mean it?
Meanwhile, Randy Orton was walking down the street. He had his hands in his pockets, his eyes directed at the floor. As he was walking, a man was getting his morning paper. Randy walked by him, not even noticing the brown-haired, beared and a bit chubby man. The man recoginized Randy as a high school student. "Hey Kiddo. Aren't you supposed to be in school?" He asked, placing his paper under his arm.
Randy looked up, surprised. "Uhh...Yeah." He answered.
"Then, why aren't you?"
"Because my life is crap." Randy told him.
"So was mine in high school. I still went. By the way, my name is Mick Foley." He replied, smiling a gap-toothed grin. Mick Foley extended his hand and Randy shook it.
"Randy Orton. Sophmore at Vincent K."
"So, Randy...why is your life crap? If you don't mind telling me. Maybe I can help." Mick said, as he led Randy towards his front stoop. Randy shrugged and followed Foley, thinking 'What the hell do I have to lose?' as he followed him.
"A lot of things have happened to me this past week."
"Like?"
"Well, my friends have made me an outcast, shunning me from everything. I got moved from first-string to fourth-string on the football team. This freshmen pushed me out of the way when I was at the water fountain and I've just been treated like crap." Randy explained, as Mick Foley listened carefully.
"Do you know why?" The man asked, tossing his paper to the ground.
"I didn't tell my friend Hunter why I was rejecting this hot girl."
"How hot was she?" He asked, getting off topic. Randy stared at him as if he had two heads. But, he did only have one ear.
"She was hot. But, I don't like her. Looks aren't everything. She's a major airhead."
"Alright." Mick nodded. "Why were you rejecting this hot girl?" He added, as Randy looked around the place.
"Because I like somebody else."
"Then, what's wrong with this girl? Is she not hot enough for your friends?" Mick questioned, as he began tapping his fingers on the stoop.
"Yeah. But, that's why I like her. She can be pretty but, she's seen as a major loser. But, she's just different. And that's what I like. She's really smart when she wants to be. And my friends aren't accepting of her. I don't think they know about it but, yeah."
"Then...who cares what they think? I think you should go for her."
"But, she has a boyfriend." Randy answered, as Mick's eyebrows rose.
"That's a problem!"
"Yeah, I know." He nodded, looking at the man sitting beside him. Mick had his chin in his hand, thinking.
"Well, I think you should go for her, even if she does have a boyfriend. Sure, it's a problem but, what if she likes you? You never know until you try." Mick told him, as Randy cocked his head towards the school, which was about two blocks away. The bell had just rang.
"Thanks, Mick. I have to get to school now." He told him, dashing off.
A week later and Skye Alexander was over with her flu. She was glad because she could finally go back to school and see Jeff. She had also spent the whole week thinking about both him and Randy. What Petra had said really stuck onto her mind. Who did she really want?
Randy Orton's life had gone on a constant downward spiral since the day Hunter had thrown him out of everything. He wanted to so badly drop out of school because everywhere he turned, he was taunted. Stacy and Torrie still hadn't spilled the beans on Randy loving Skye. They were still waiting for that right moment. And that moment was to be Vincent K. McMahon's Homecoming Dance. The huge event was the following week, and the whole school was excited for it. They were to face their cross-town rivals, NWA-TNA Secondary School. The football came was to come first, and then the dance at night. Randy had been moved from first-string to fourth-string and was benched for everything he did. Ric had done some talking to Coach Snow and Asst. Coach Hardcore "Bob" Holly and they moved him. Coach Snow was always blowing the whistle at Randy as he was doing drills. Randy knew why. Coach never blew the whistle on Rob Van Dam when he fumbled or Braiden Alexander if he missed a pass. If Randy had been tackled and didn't get up the next second, the coaches would call him weak and bench him. That's what he did for most of practice and the games. He sat on the bench. Whenever he walked down the hallways, there was always somebody talking about him. One time, he was getting a drink at the water fountain and Gail Kim, a freshmen shoved him out of the way and took her turn. He hit his head on the wall as Gail laughed. Holding his head, he slowly walked to class. Even in class, his grades were dropping. If he wasn't cut from the football team for being too "weak" then he'd be cut because his grades were too low. He used to be the best student in Mrs. Mero's History Class but now he was almost at the bottom. Instead of A's, he got C+'s and C's. His parents began to get worried but, Randy just lied to them and told them that he was just getting a bit distracted. He never told them why.
Skye had returned to school and the first person she saw when she was approaching the building was Randy Orton, sitting on the bench in the front. He was scuffing the sole of his sneakers on the cement, looking down. Inside, her heart dropped because of him. Skye took a deep breath and approached Randy. "Hey." She said, as his head slowly looked up. She could see that his normally light blue eyes were darker because he was so upset.
"Hi." He answered, his voice as low as possible.
"How are you doing?"
"Crappy. You?" He looked back down at the ground. She sat beside him.
"Not bad."
"Ok." Randy answered as he began to twiddle his thumbs. The two sat in silence as the school's bell rang. Skye got up from her seat. She began walking into the building when she noticed that Randy Orton wasn't following her. Skye turned around, her red hair flowing in the autumn winds.
"Are you coming?" She asked, with her backpack slung over her shoulder. Her hand was on the door's handle.
"No." Randy Orton replied, shaking his head. He got up from the bench and adjusted his jeans. "I'm going to skip." He told her, walking off into the distance. Skye's mouth dropped open. 'Randy Orton is going to skip?!' Her mind thought, as she pulled open the gigantic school doors and walked into the building. Students milled around her, not even noticing that she was back. All except for her boyfriend, Jeff Hardy. Jeff instantly saw Skye from about fifteen feet away and ran towards her with a bright smile on his face.
"Skye!"
"Hey Jeff!" She called out, waving. He went up to her, scooped her into his arms and hugged her, spinning her around. She cracked a grin.
"I missed you so much. How are you feeling?" He asked, putting her down. The two began walking.
"I'm good. How about you?"
"Great. Skye, I can't believe you missed it! The whole school's been treating that jerk Randy Orton like an outcast for the whole week! It was so classic. Now he knows how we feel like. I'm so glad!" He exclaimed, as he walked Skye to her class. Skye's smile turned from real to fake. She began to feel uneasy.
"That's cool. Here's my class. I'll see you at lunch, Jeff."
"That's cool, babe. I love you." He told her, kissing her on the lips.
"I love you too." Skye answered, hugging him. She then walked into her History classroom, feeling awkward. When she told Jeff that she loved him, did she really mean it?
Meanwhile, Randy Orton was walking down the street. He had his hands in his pockets, his eyes directed at the floor. As he was walking, a man was getting his morning paper. Randy walked by him, not even noticing the brown-haired, beared and a bit chubby man. The man recoginized Randy as a high school student. "Hey Kiddo. Aren't you supposed to be in school?" He asked, placing his paper under his arm.
Randy looked up, surprised. "Uhh...Yeah." He answered.
"Then, why aren't you?"
"Because my life is crap." Randy told him.
"So was mine in high school. I still went. By the way, my name is Mick Foley." He replied, smiling a gap-toothed grin. Mick Foley extended his hand and Randy shook it.
"Randy Orton. Sophmore at Vincent K."
"So, Randy...why is your life crap? If you don't mind telling me. Maybe I can help." Mick said, as he led Randy towards his front stoop. Randy shrugged and followed Foley, thinking 'What the hell do I have to lose?' as he followed him.
"A lot of things have happened to me this past week."
"Like?"
"Well, my friends have made me an outcast, shunning me from everything. I got moved from first-string to fourth-string on the football team. This freshmen pushed me out of the way when I was at the water fountain and I've just been treated like crap." Randy explained, as Mick Foley listened carefully.
"Do you know why?" The man asked, tossing his paper to the ground.
"I didn't tell my friend Hunter why I was rejecting this hot girl."
"How hot was she?" He asked, getting off topic. Randy stared at him as if he had two heads. But, he did only have one ear.
"She was hot. But, I don't like her. Looks aren't everything. She's a major airhead."
"Alright." Mick nodded. "Why were you rejecting this hot girl?" He added, as Randy looked around the place.
"Because I like somebody else."
"Then, what's wrong with this girl? Is she not hot enough for your friends?" Mick questioned, as he began tapping his fingers on the stoop.
"Yeah. But, that's why I like her. She can be pretty but, she's seen as a major loser. But, she's just different. And that's what I like. She's really smart when she wants to be. And my friends aren't accepting of her. I don't think they know about it but, yeah."
"Then...who cares what they think? I think you should go for her."
"But, she has a boyfriend." Randy answered, as Mick's eyebrows rose.
"That's a problem!"
"Yeah, I know." He nodded, looking at the man sitting beside him. Mick had his chin in his hand, thinking.
"Well, I think you should go for her, even if she does have a boyfriend. Sure, it's a problem but, what if she likes you? You never know until you try." Mick told him, as Randy cocked his head towards the school, which was about two blocks away. The bell had just rang.
"Thanks, Mick. I have to get to school now." He told him, dashing off.