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. First off, thanks for the reviews and Super Skittz is right! Everybody does love Randy! I sure as hell do and I'd love to see him naked. Haha! In my dreams! Imagine he was reading this. That'd be pretty funny. His eyebrows arch and he's like "I'm too sexy for everyone." Okay, enough with the rambling. Here's the chapter!
Randy Orton stared at the sobbing Skye Alexander, not knowing what to say. He started off, stammering. "I-I-I...I don't know." He replied, his eyes hitting the ground. Randy couldn't bear to look at Skye crying any longer. It hurt him too. Skye turned her sobs into sniffles as she began to rise from the floor. Skye began slowly walking up to Randy, as he looked up at her. Her red and puffy eyes met with his sorrowful ones as she began to speak.
"I don't know why either." She told him, walking out of the classroom. Randy Orton leaned his head against wall and let out a sigh. Since when did liking a girl have to become so complicated?
Saturday soon approached and everybody was pysched about Vincent K. McMahon's Homecoming Dance. The school had already beat NWA-TNA Secondary in football, with the score being 27-21. Of course, the only thing Randy Orton was doing was warming the bench. He didn't get any game time and nobody talked to him. After the football game was the dance. Randy didn't plan on going. What was the use? He wouldn't dance with anybody anyways.
Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson were going over their plans on humiliating Randy even more by telling the entire school about his crush on Skye Alexander while getting ready at Torrie's house. Torrie was curling her hair while Stacy was flat-ironing hers as they discussed their plans. "When do you like, think will be the best like, time to do it?" Torrie questioned, pinning her hair up to curl the bottom. Stacy placed her flat-iron down on Torrie's mocha-colored dresser. She looked at herself in the mirror before answering.
"Well, how about when they like, announce homecoming queen? Because it'll like, obviously be one of us. And then when they like, want a speech, we can say it like, right then and there. Do you think he'll like, even show up at the dance? He's turned into like, a total loser."
"Good point. But, we can like, still say it. It just won't be that like, humiliating though because he like, won't be there. I can't wait! It's going to be like, the best thing ever!" Torrie Wilson exclaimed, giving a high five to Stacy. The two girls continued to prepare for the huge event.
Skye Alexander was moping around her house, dressed in her Spongebob Squarepants pajamas. Braiden was getting ready for the Homecoming Dance. His date was Stacy Keibler. Braiden felt like the big man on campus because he was going to the dance with one of the hottest girls in school. He stood infront of his mirror, buttoning up his white shirt. He adjusted his belt and then opened the bottle of hair gel that stood on his white dresser. Braiden Alexander squirted literally a cup of hair gel into his hands, rubbed them together and then began to spike his brown hair. Skye caught him and rolled her eyes at the ridiculous amount of gel her brother was using. Braiden stopped gelling his hair long enough to say to her, "What? Just because you're freaky ass boyfriend uses hair dye instead of hair gel doesn't mean you have to stare." Skye's hazel eyes fell, along with her heart as she turned around and began walking to her room. Nobody except for Randy Orton, Matt Hardy, Trish Stratus and Amy Dumas knew that her and Jeff were over. Nobody else had even bothered to notice the fact that they weren't walking together to class and holding hands.
Petra was wandering around the hallways, dressed in a pink t-shirt that had Barbie on the front with butterflies and a pair of blue jeans with butterflies down the leg. She watched for a few seconds as Braiden prepared for the big dance and then headed over to Skye's room. The door was shut and was showing the "Enter If You Dare" sign on it, written in a bloody, red font. "Maybe she's getting ready too." Petra said quietly to herself as she raised her tiny fist and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Skye asked from the other side.
"Petra."
"Come in." She told her. Petra opened the door and to her surprise, found Skye sitting on her bed, staring at herself in the mirror. Petra approached her older sister and hopped on the bed beside her. Petra stared her hazel eyes into the mirror.
"What are we looking at?" She questioned, innocently. Skye shrugged. "Why aren't you getting ready for the big dance thingy-mabob? Aren't you going with Jeff?" Petra asked, clueless. Skye's eyes fell from the mirror to the floor.
"Me and Jeff broke up." She mummbled, hoping that her younger sister wouldn't hear it. But, she did. Petra's mouth dropped open in shock.
"What happened?!" She asked her, sounding worried.
"I accidently called him Randy." Skye explained, as Petra's eyes went wide.
"Then?!"
"He dumped me." Skye stated, plainly. Petra hopped off the bed. She had an idea. "Where are you going?"
"To watch some TV." She fibbed, walking out of the room. Skye leaned against the wall, looking at herself in the mirror again.
Petra Alexander bounded over to the family room and grabbed the Vincent K. McMahon School Directory and searched for "Orton, Randy". The little girl found the number and began to dial on the navy blue cordless phone. After the second ring, a man's voice picked up. "Hello?"
"Hi! Is Randy there?"
"Yes, he is. Who is this?"
"His friend. Don't tell him because I want it to be a surprise." The young one told the man, who was Randy's father.
"Okay. Hold on a second." A few moments later, Randy picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Come to 9615 161 Street, the Alexander house. Come dressed in a suit and with flowers, you have a date with Skye."
"What? Who is this?"
"Somebody!" She giggled before hanging up. Randy heard the tone and then hung up the phone himself. He looked around and began to think about what the mysterious child was talking about. Should he? Randy shrugged and headed upstairs to his bedroom.
Half an hour later and Braiden had left to pick up Stacy Keibler. Skye and Petra were in the family room, watching the movie, "The Breakfast Club". It was the part where the characters were eating lunch and Bender was asking Claire about her sushi when the door bell rang. Skye rose from the black leather couch, and to her surprise, found Randy Orton standing at the door, holding a single red rose and dressed in a blue suit with a green shirt. His brown hair was spiked up and his light blue eyes seemed to sparkle. "Randy! What are you doing here?" Skye asked, shocked. Petra stood in the front foyer, out of sight but she could still see them.
"I'm here to take you to Homecoming." He answered, handing her the rose. She took it and began blushing.
"Thank you. But, I'm not ready."
"You're welcome. But, I can wait." Randy said to her, smiling. Her lips curved up into a smile.
"Okay but, I have a question?"
"What is it?"
"What made you do this?" Randy took a deep breath and gave her his answer.
"I got a call from a little girl telling me to do it. But, I was thinking of doing it anyways but, I didn't have the guts." He told her.
"A little girl?" Skye's eyebrows arched and she turned around to catch Petra in the corner of the foyer, giggling. Skye walked over to her littl esister and dragged her to the door. "Here's your little girl, Randy. This is my sister, Petra." Petra cracked a grin as Randy laughed. He pulled out a red lollipop from the pocket of his suit and gave it to her.
"Thanks, Petra. Without you, I probably wouldn't of have done it."
"No problem. Now, Skye...GO GET READY!" She shouted. Skye jumped, startled.
"Okay! Don't be so pushy. I'll be down in like twenty minutes." She replied, heading up the stairs to her bedroom. Petra let Randy come in and the two of them went to watch "The Breakfast Club" while waiting for Skye.
Skye was running around her room, trying to find something to wear to the dance. Something glistened in her closet. Her eye caught it and she pulled it out. It was a strapless lilac gown with purple roses embroided at the bottom. She sighed and stared at it. She had bought it the week before, thinking that she was going with Jeff. "Oh well. His loss. Now Randy gets to see me in it." She smiled to herself as she began to put it on, along with a pair of clear plastic heels that looked like Cinderella's glass slippers. She fixed her hair up into a quick but fancy updo and did her make-up. This time, Skye left out the heavy black eyeliner and went for a light purple shadow she had laying around but, never used. Skye was finally all put together five minutes later and quickly went into her mother's room to steal her perfume. She spritz a tiny bit on her neck, wrists and then sprayed it into the air. Skye walked into the mist and then put the bottom down. Skye rushed to her room and grabbed the rose from her dresser. She began walking down the stairs, and at the bottom of the stairs was the family room. Randy and Petra were absorbed into the movie that they didn't even notice Skye making her way down the stairs until she knocked her hand on the wall, lightly. Randy's eyes darted from the TV screen to Skye and he smiled. Petra grinned as Randy stood up and the two walked over to each other. Petra opened the drawer in the table that was in the family room and pulled out a silver camera. She got it ready while Skye and Randy were just smiling at each other.
"You look beautiful." He told her, meaning every bit of it and not afraid to show it.
"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself." She grinned at him, laughing. Randy laughed also and the two were in high spirits.
"Guys!" Petra exclaimed, and the two turned around, smiling wide. Petra snapped a picture and giggled. "Perfect!"
"Petra!" Skye and Randy cried in unison, as the little matchmaker fell to the couch, giggling.
"Okay, one more. That's all. I promise." She told them, as she began to get the camera ready. Skye led Randy Orton over to the fire place and mantle. The two posed infront of there as Petra snapped the photo of Randy having his arm around Skye's shoulders and both were smiling their biggest smiles in the last while. Then the two left for the dance.
At the dance, the gym was already filling up quickly with the students of Vincent K. McMahon High and their guests. Crash Holly was in the corner, fiddling with something in his pocket. He pulled it out and smiled as he saw the string of condoms. He folded it back up and shoved it back into his pocket, as his date was approaching him. His date stood at around 6'1" and looked older than the rest of the high school students. She had sleek black hair and was wearing a black leather dress and combat boots. She approached Crash, her voice a bit deep. "Ready to go in?" His date asked.
"Sure thing, Chyna!" Crash exclaimed, linking her arm with his and leading her into the gym. She towered over the poor freshmen by so much that it looked like Crash was here with his mother.
Sylvan Grenier and Rene Dupree were standing by the door of the gym, checking out every girl that walked in with looks of disgust. "Zeeze American girls are so disgusting! Americans zeeze days dress so ugly! We should teach them zee fashion of Fa-rance!" Rene pointed out, as Sylvan nodded in agreement.
"Qui Qui!" He said, and the two walked off to meet up with their buddy, Rob Conway.
A couple of feet away stood Victoria and Mr. Richards, Skye and Randy's Math teacher. Victoria was dressed in a red leather gown that clung to her and was cut in the front, showing a bit of cleavage while Mr. Richards was wearing no shirt and a pair of pink short shorts. The two were holding each other. Mr. Richards ran his fingers through the sophmore's hair, as she bit his ear. Everybody who was in a three foot radius from the two freaks hurried into the gym, getting away from the odd couple.
Shaniqua had Doug and Danny Basham tied to leashes and was wearing black leather short shorts and a matching bra top. Danny and Doug wore black leather pants and walked on their hands and knees. Shaniqua had a whip in her hand and she whipped Doug Basham in the back with it. He winced but, grinned because he liked the pain. She led her two dogs into the gym.
Inside the gym was Mrs. Mero, the tenth grade's History teacher and Mr. McMahon, the school's founder/principal. Kevin Little's "Turn Me On" was playing and the two were at the side of the gym, dancing. Rena Mero was pressing her body against Vince McMahon's, grinding with him. The two were in their own world, and Stephanie McMahon stood about fifteen feet away from them, fuming. Her date was junior Hunter Hearst Helmsley. Hunter was talking with Ric Flair and Dwayne Johnson while Stephanie was glaring at the grinding Mrs. Mero and her father. She let out a scream that was still heard, even when the music was loudly blasting. She then charged her way through the sea of people and tackled the History teacher. Stephanie began slapping the blonde and pulled at her hair. Hunter had to pull Stephanie off. Hunter was carrying Stephanie over his shoulder but she was still kicking and screaming, wanting to kill the teacher. Rena and Vince just brushed it off and went back to dancing.
Stacy Keibler and her date, Braiden Alexander had just arrived along with Torrie Wilson and Billy Kidman. Stacy was wearing a black mini-skirt and a white bikini top. She was the most clad out of all the girls at the school. Torrie was better dressed in a long, light pink spaghetti strapped satin gown. The two couples spotted their popular group and headed over to them. Jeff Hardy was the next to arrive, along with Trish Stratus, Amy Dumas, Matt Hardy and Shannon Moore. Trish was Jeff's date for the evening and Amy was Matt's. Shannon just followed Matt around, not really doing anything except for fetching things for Matt. Jeff was decently dressed for the event, in black dress pants and a white button-down long-sleeved shirt. His hair was a normal shade of blonde and was neatly in place. Matt had on a black suit with a purple shirt. On the pocket of his jacket was a purple and white "V1" emblem. Trish was wearing a silky blue gown and Amy was in a black one. Shannon was wearing something similiar to Matt's. But, Shannon Moore had no clue that on the back of his suit, "Matt Hardy's Bitch" was embroided on it. People snickered as he walked by them, clueless.
Fifteen minutes later and the dance was in full swing with Black Eyed Peas' "Shut Up" was playing. Everybody who was anybody was dancing. Rikishi Phatu was in the middle of the circle, showing off his dance moves. In the middle of the song, Skye and Randy arrived. It seemed like some type of instict because Rikishi had stopped dancing and everybody turned their attention to the gym doors, where Randy and Skye were walking in. They ignored the stares and continued talking. Rikishi resumed his dancing and the school forgot about them. Except for Stacy Keibler, Torrie Wilson and Jeff Hardy. "She looks beautiful." Jeff said, quietly. His dancing partner, Trish hardly heard him.
"What?!" She asked loudly, cupping her hand to her ear.
"You look beautiful!" Jeff said to her, in her ear. She grinned.
"Thanks." She replied, as Jeff smiled a fake smile. He really meant Skye but, nobody knew that. Randy led Skye onto the dance floor, while she stared at it. She was feeling a bit hesitant.
"I can't dance." She told him, half-telling the truth.
"Bullshit! I saw you at those cheerleading tryouts and you were an amazing dancer. So, don't you lie to me!" Randy exclaimed, as she grinned. She had completely forgot about the cheerleading tryouts. Randy pulled her onto the dance floor, as Skye held her red rose in her hand. Randy took her free hand and pulled her close to him. She grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck. The two began dancing close, in their own world. Jeff Hardy and Trish Stratus were about five feet away, with Trish's back to Randy and Skye. Jeff watched them with his intense green eyes but, they didn't notice that they were being watched. Jeff watched them on the right side. Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler watched Randy and Skye dance on the left side. Stacy was going down on Braiden while keeping her eye on them. Braiden grinned as Stacy continued to do her sexy dances.
It was now the middle of the dance and it was time to announce the Homecoming Queen. Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler stood infront of the school, on the stage. Infront of them stood a microphone on its stand. Jim Ross was dressed in all black with a black cowboy hat on. Jerry's outfit was flashier, as he wore a gold embroided jacket and a pair of white pants. "Hello Vincent K. McMahon High!" The entire school cheered. "We are Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler! And it is time to announce your Homecoming Queen!" Jim Ross stated, getting more cheers. A teacher handed Jerry Lawler the envelope. He opened it and approached the microphone.
"Ladies and gents, give it up for your 2003/2004 Homecoming Queen...TORRIE WILSON!" Everybody clapped, except for Skye and Randy. They rolled their eyes as they watched Torrie practically drag Billy Kidman to the stage. The couple got to the stage as Jim Ross placed the golden crown on Torrie's head and Jerry Lawler handed Billy Kidman his septor. Kidman rose it into the air and the football guys let out a loud cheer. Torrie made her way to the microphone and began to speak.
"Like, this is like, the coolest ever! I'd like to thank, like everybody that voted for me! It like, feels so great! But, like I have another announcement! Like, Stacy Keibler, get your butt up here, girlfriend!" The whole school stood confused as Stacy rushed over to the stage and appeared by Torrie's side. The two blondes grabbed the mic together and exclaimed in unison,
"RANDY ORTON LOVES SKYE ALEXANDER!"
Randy Orton stared at the sobbing Skye Alexander, not knowing what to say. He started off, stammering. "I-I-I...I don't know." He replied, his eyes hitting the ground. Randy couldn't bear to look at Skye crying any longer. It hurt him too. Skye turned her sobs into sniffles as she began to rise from the floor. Skye began slowly walking up to Randy, as he looked up at her. Her red and puffy eyes met with his sorrowful ones as she began to speak.
"I don't know why either." She told him, walking out of the classroom. Randy Orton leaned his head against wall and let out a sigh. Since when did liking a girl have to become so complicated?
Saturday soon approached and everybody was pysched about Vincent K. McMahon's Homecoming Dance. The school had already beat NWA-TNA Secondary in football, with the score being 27-21. Of course, the only thing Randy Orton was doing was warming the bench. He didn't get any game time and nobody talked to him. After the football game was the dance. Randy didn't plan on going. What was the use? He wouldn't dance with anybody anyways.
Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson were going over their plans on humiliating Randy even more by telling the entire school about his crush on Skye Alexander while getting ready at Torrie's house. Torrie was curling her hair while Stacy was flat-ironing hers as they discussed their plans. "When do you like, think will be the best like, time to do it?" Torrie questioned, pinning her hair up to curl the bottom. Stacy placed her flat-iron down on Torrie's mocha-colored dresser. She looked at herself in the mirror before answering.
"Well, how about when they like, announce homecoming queen? Because it'll like, obviously be one of us. And then when they like, want a speech, we can say it like, right then and there. Do you think he'll like, even show up at the dance? He's turned into like, a total loser."
"Good point. But, we can like, still say it. It just won't be that like, humiliating though because he like, won't be there. I can't wait! It's going to be like, the best thing ever!" Torrie Wilson exclaimed, giving a high five to Stacy. The two girls continued to prepare for the huge event.
Skye Alexander was moping around her house, dressed in her Spongebob Squarepants pajamas. Braiden was getting ready for the Homecoming Dance. His date was Stacy Keibler. Braiden felt like the big man on campus because he was going to the dance with one of the hottest girls in school. He stood infront of his mirror, buttoning up his white shirt. He adjusted his belt and then opened the bottle of hair gel that stood on his white dresser. Braiden Alexander squirted literally a cup of hair gel into his hands, rubbed them together and then began to spike his brown hair. Skye caught him and rolled her eyes at the ridiculous amount of gel her brother was using. Braiden stopped gelling his hair long enough to say to her, "What? Just because you're freaky ass boyfriend uses hair dye instead of hair gel doesn't mean you have to stare." Skye's hazel eyes fell, along with her heart as she turned around and began walking to her room. Nobody except for Randy Orton, Matt Hardy, Trish Stratus and Amy Dumas knew that her and Jeff were over. Nobody else had even bothered to notice the fact that they weren't walking together to class and holding hands.
Petra was wandering around the hallways, dressed in a pink t-shirt that had Barbie on the front with butterflies and a pair of blue jeans with butterflies down the leg. She watched for a few seconds as Braiden prepared for the big dance and then headed over to Skye's room. The door was shut and was showing the "Enter If You Dare" sign on it, written in a bloody, red font. "Maybe she's getting ready too." Petra said quietly to herself as she raised her tiny fist and knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Skye asked from the other side.
"Petra."
"Come in." She told her. Petra opened the door and to her surprise, found Skye sitting on her bed, staring at herself in the mirror. Petra approached her older sister and hopped on the bed beside her. Petra stared her hazel eyes into the mirror.
"What are we looking at?" She questioned, innocently. Skye shrugged. "Why aren't you getting ready for the big dance thingy-mabob? Aren't you going with Jeff?" Petra asked, clueless. Skye's eyes fell from the mirror to the floor.
"Me and Jeff broke up." She mummbled, hoping that her younger sister wouldn't hear it. But, she did. Petra's mouth dropped open in shock.
"What happened?!" She asked her, sounding worried.
"I accidently called him Randy." Skye explained, as Petra's eyes went wide.
"Then?!"
"He dumped me." Skye stated, plainly. Petra hopped off the bed. She had an idea. "Where are you going?"
"To watch some TV." She fibbed, walking out of the room. Skye leaned against the wall, looking at herself in the mirror again.
Petra Alexander bounded over to the family room and grabbed the Vincent K. McMahon School Directory and searched for "Orton, Randy". The little girl found the number and began to dial on the navy blue cordless phone. After the second ring, a man's voice picked up. "Hello?"
"Hi! Is Randy there?"
"Yes, he is. Who is this?"
"His friend. Don't tell him because I want it to be a surprise." The young one told the man, who was Randy's father.
"Okay. Hold on a second." A few moments later, Randy picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Come to 9615 161 Street, the Alexander house. Come dressed in a suit and with flowers, you have a date with Skye."
"What? Who is this?"
"Somebody!" She giggled before hanging up. Randy heard the tone and then hung up the phone himself. He looked around and began to think about what the mysterious child was talking about. Should he? Randy shrugged and headed upstairs to his bedroom.
Half an hour later and Braiden had left to pick up Stacy Keibler. Skye and Petra were in the family room, watching the movie, "The Breakfast Club". It was the part where the characters were eating lunch and Bender was asking Claire about her sushi when the door bell rang. Skye rose from the black leather couch, and to her surprise, found Randy Orton standing at the door, holding a single red rose and dressed in a blue suit with a green shirt. His brown hair was spiked up and his light blue eyes seemed to sparkle. "Randy! What are you doing here?" Skye asked, shocked. Petra stood in the front foyer, out of sight but she could still see them.
"I'm here to take you to Homecoming." He answered, handing her the rose. She took it and began blushing.
"Thank you. But, I'm not ready."
"You're welcome. But, I can wait." Randy said to her, smiling. Her lips curved up into a smile.
"Okay but, I have a question?"
"What is it?"
"What made you do this?" Randy took a deep breath and gave her his answer.
"I got a call from a little girl telling me to do it. But, I was thinking of doing it anyways but, I didn't have the guts." He told her.
"A little girl?" Skye's eyebrows arched and she turned around to catch Petra in the corner of the foyer, giggling. Skye walked over to her littl esister and dragged her to the door. "Here's your little girl, Randy. This is my sister, Petra." Petra cracked a grin as Randy laughed. He pulled out a red lollipop from the pocket of his suit and gave it to her.
"Thanks, Petra. Without you, I probably wouldn't of have done it."
"No problem. Now, Skye...GO GET READY!" She shouted. Skye jumped, startled.
"Okay! Don't be so pushy. I'll be down in like twenty minutes." She replied, heading up the stairs to her bedroom. Petra let Randy come in and the two of them went to watch "The Breakfast Club" while waiting for Skye.
Skye was running around her room, trying to find something to wear to the dance. Something glistened in her closet. Her eye caught it and she pulled it out. It was a strapless lilac gown with purple roses embroided at the bottom. She sighed and stared at it. She had bought it the week before, thinking that she was going with Jeff. "Oh well. His loss. Now Randy gets to see me in it." She smiled to herself as she began to put it on, along with a pair of clear plastic heels that looked like Cinderella's glass slippers. She fixed her hair up into a quick but fancy updo and did her make-up. This time, Skye left out the heavy black eyeliner and went for a light purple shadow she had laying around but, never used. Skye was finally all put together five minutes later and quickly went into her mother's room to steal her perfume. She spritz a tiny bit on her neck, wrists and then sprayed it into the air. Skye walked into the mist and then put the bottom down. Skye rushed to her room and grabbed the rose from her dresser. She began walking down the stairs, and at the bottom of the stairs was the family room. Randy and Petra were absorbed into the movie that they didn't even notice Skye making her way down the stairs until she knocked her hand on the wall, lightly. Randy's eyes darted from the TV screen to Skye and he smiled. Petra grinned as Randy stood up and the two walked over to each other. Petra opened the drawer in the table that was in the family room and pulled out a silver camera. She got it ready while Skye and Randy were just smiling at each other.
"You look beautiful." He told her, meaning every bit of it and not afraid to show it.
"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself." She grinned at him, laughing. Randy laughed also and the two were in high spirits.
"Guys!" Petra exclaimed, and the two turned around, smiling wide. Petra snapped a picture and giggled. "Perfect!"
"Petra!" Skye and Randy cried in unison, as the little matchmaker fell to the couch, giggling.
"Okay, one more. That's all. I promise." She told them, as she began to get the camera ready. Skye led Randy Orton over to the fire place and mantle. The two posed infront of there as Petra snapped the photo of Randy having his arm around Skye's shoulders and both were smiling their biggest smiles in the last while. Then the two left for the dance.
At the dance, the gym was already filling up quickly with the students of Vincent K. McMahon High and their guests. Crash Holly was in the corner, fiddling with something in his pocket. He pulled it out and smiled as he saw the string of condoms. He folded it back up and shoved it back into his pocket, as his date was approaching him. His date stood at around 6'1" and looked older than the rest of the high school students. She had sleek black hair and was wearing a black leather dress and combat boots. She approached Crash, her voice a bit deep. "Ready to go in?" His date asked.
"Sure thing, Chyna!" Crash exclaimed, linking her arm with his and leading her into the gym. She towered over the poor freshmen by so much that it looked like Crash was here with his mother.
Sylvan Grenier and Rene Dupree were standing by the door of the gym, checking out every girl that walked in with looks of disgust. "Zeeze American girls are so disgusting! Americans zeeze days dress so ugly! We should teach them zee fashion of Fa-rance!" Rene pointed out, as Sylvan nodded in agreement.
"Qui Qui!" He said, and the two walked off to meet up with their buddy, Rob Conway.
A couple of feet away stood Victoria and Mr. Richards, Skye and Randy's Math teacher. Victoria was dressed in a red leather gown that clung to her and was cut in the front, showing a bit of cleavage while Mr. Richards was wearing no shirt and a pair of pink short shorts. The two were holding each other. Mr. Richards ran his fingers through the sophmore's hair, as she bit his ear. Everybody who was in a three foot radius from the two freaks hurried into the gym, getting away from the odd couple.
Shaniqua had Doug and Danny Basham tied to leashes and was wearing black leather short shorts and a matching bra top. Danny and Doug wore black leather pants and walked on their hands and knees. Shaniqua had a whip in her hand and she whipped Doug Basham in the back with it. He winced but, grinned because he liked the pain. She led her two dogs into the gym.
Inside the gym was Mrs. Mero, the tenth grade's History teacher and Mr. McMahon, the school's founder/principal. Kevin Little's "Turn Me On" was playing and the two were at the side of the gym, dancing. Rena Mero was pressing her body against Vince McMahon's, grinding with him. The two were in their own world, and Stephanie McMahon stood about fifteen feet away from them, fuming. Her date was junior Hunter Hearst Helmsley. Hunter was talking with Ric Flair and Dwayne Johnson while Stephanie was glaring at the grinding Mrs. Mero and her father. She let out a scream that was still heard, even when the music was loudly blasting. She then charged her way through the sea of people and tackled the History teacher. Stephanie began slapping the blonde and pulled at her hair. Hunter had to pull Stephanie off. Hunter was carrying Stephanie over his shoulder but she was still kicking and screaming, wanting to kill the teacher. Rena and Vince just brushed it off and went back to dancing.
Stacy Keibler and her date, Braiden Alexander had just arrived along with Torrie Wilson and Billy Kidman. Stacy was wearing a black mini-skirt and a white bikini top. She was the most clad out of all the girls at the school. Torrie was better dressed in a long, light pink spaghetti strapped satin gown. The two couples spotted their popular group and headed over to them. Jeff Hardy was the next to arrive, along with Trish Stratus, Amy Dumas, Matt Hardy and Shannon Moore. Trish was Jeff's date for the evening and Amy was Matt's. Shannon just followed Matt around, not really doing anything except for fetching things for Matt. Jeff was decently dressed for the event, in black dress pants and a white button-down long-sleeved shirt. His hair was a normal shade of blonde and was neatly in place. Matt had on a black suit with a purple shirt. On the pocket of his jacket was a purple and white "V1" emblem. Trish was wearing a silky blue gown and Amy was in a black one. Shannon was wearing something similiar to Matt's. But, Shannon Moore had no clue that on the back of his suit, "Matt Hardy's Bitch" was embroided on it. People snickered as he walked by them, clueless.
Fifteen minutes later and the dance was in full swing with Black Eyed Peas' "Shut Up" was playing. Everybody who was anybody was dancing. Rikishi Phatu was in the middle of the circle, showing off his dance moves. In the middle of the song, Skye and Randy arrived. It seemed like some type of instict because Rikishi had stopped dancing and everybody turned their attention to the gym doors, where Randy and Skye were walking in. They ignored the stares and continued talking. Rikishi resumed his dancing and the school forgot about them. Except for Stacy Keibler, Torrie Wilson and Jeff Hardy. "She looks beautiful." Jeff said, quietly. His dancing partner, Trish hardly heard him.
"What?!" She asked loudly, cupping her hand to her ear.
"You look beautiful!" Jeff said to her, in her ear. She grinned.
"Thanks." She replied, as Jeff smiled a fake smile. He really meant Skye but, nobody knew that. Randy led Skye onto the dance floor, while she stared at it. She was feeling a bit hesitant.
"I can't dance." She told him, half-telling the truth.
"Bullshit! I saw you at those cheerleading tryouts and you were an amazing dancer. So, don't you lie to me!" Randy exclaimed, as she grinned. She had completely forgot about the cheerleading tryouts. Randy pulled her onto the dance floor, as Skye held her red rose in her hand. Randy took her free hand and pulled her close to him. She grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck. The two began dancing close, in their own world. Jeff Hardy and Trish Stratus were about five feet away, with Trish's back to Randy and Skye. Jeff watched them with his intense green eyes but, they didn't notice that they were being watched. Jeff watched them on the right side. Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler watched Randy and Skye dance on the left side. Stacy was going down on Braiden while keeping her eye on them. Braiden grinned as Stacy continued to do her sexy dances.
It was now the middle of the dance and it was time to announce the Homecoming Queen. Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler stood infront of the school, on the stage. Infront of them stood a microphone on its stand. Jim Ross was dressed in all black with a black cowboy hat on. Jerry's outfit was flashier, as he wore a gold embroided jacket and a pair of white pants. "Hello Vincent K. McMahon High!" The entire school cheered. "We are Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler! And it is time to announce your Homecoming Queen!" Jim Ross stated, getting more cheers. A teacher handed Jerry Lawler the envelope. He opened it and approached the microphone.
"Ladies and gents, give it up for your 2003/2004 Homecoming Queen...TORRIE WILSON!" Everybody clapped, except for Skye and Randy. They rolled their eyes as they watched Torrie practically drag Billy Kidman to the stage. The couple got to the stage as Jim Ross placed the golden crown on Torrie's head and Jerry Lawler handed Billy Kidman his septor. Kidman rose it into the air and the football guys let out a loud cheer. Torrie made her way to the microphone and began to speak.
"Like, this is like, the coolest ever! I'd like to thank, like everybody that voted for me! It like, feels so great! But, like I have another announcement! Like, Stacy Keibler, get your butt up here, girlfriend!" The whole school stood confused as Stacy rushed over to the stage and appeared by Torrie's side. The two blondes grabbed the mic together and exclaimed in unison,
"RANDY ORTON LOVES SKYE ALEXANDER!"