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Chapter 2: One of them Stacey made her way towards the train station curiously, not knowing what to do once she got there. It took her a few hours to get there, she got lost, had a rest, bought a coffee along the way. She found a bench, sat down on it, and was quickly greeted by a young teenaged thug.
"Sup baby? The name is John Cena." He held out his hand, waiting for her to shake it. "Ohhh, I see, I see, you're one of them. Aight, aight, I dig that." Stacey shot him a look of disgust, shock, and disbelif.
"I'm not 'one of them', as you so kindly put it. I am a cheerleader, head cheerleader. My ex boy friend was the quater back of the football team, and I'm an honor roll student. As far as I'm concerned, I should be treated more nicely, then being greeted by being called, Baby."
"You still haven't told me your name." John grined as Stacey looked at him one more time, again in disgust.
"I'm running away from people like you. Just leave me alone, k?" She picked up her gym bag, carrying it over to the next bench. When she looked at who was sitting beside her, she groaned. "You're not one of them are you?" she asked, regretting what she said.
"'One of them'? I don't think I am......I was always told I'm a nice guy. But then again, I guess everyone has their own definition of what 'one of them' is, eh?" He flashed her a grin, sitting up straighter then before. "What is your definition of 'one of them' is anyway?" Stacey blushed, embarassed that she accused such a nice guy to be a jerk.
"I'm sorry. The guy over there," she jerked her thumb to John's direction, "came and sat beside, and called me Baby, expecting to strike a nice conversation with me, so I left. Then when I came over here, I thought you'd be like him." She bowed her head down, her blonde hair covering her face.
"Nothing to be ashamed of," he told her quietly. "Hey, what train you hoping on?"
"17." The guy smiled. "You too?" Stacey asked him, her hopes raising. The guy nodded. She stuck out her hand, willing to introduce herself. "I'm Stacey Keibler."
"Mark Jindrak." He shook her hand lightly, not wanting to hurt her hand.
"Train number 17 now pulling in. That is train number 17." Stacey and Mark smiled at each other.
"Are you ready?" Stacey asked Mark, picking up her bag. Mark took Stacey's bag away from her, showing that he was willing to carry it for her. "Oh, thank you," she said, surprised he would offer such a gesture.
"Well, well, well, look at that." John came up from behind Stacey, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Looks like we're traveling together, Stacey." Stacey shruddered, looking at Mark as she did so.
"I got ya, don't worry," he muffled into her ear. The three of them stepped onto the train together, noticing that there were already people there.
"Hey girly, back here!" Stacey looked to where the sound was, and found three girls smiling and waving. "Get away from those boys!" Stacey looked up at Mark, and smiled. Maybe running away wasn't so bad after all.
Chapter 2: One of them Stacey made her way towards the train station curiously, not knowing what to do once she got there. It took her a few hours to get there, she got lost, had a rest, bought a coffee along the way. She found a bench, sat down on it, and was quickly greeted by a young teenaged thug.
"Sup baby? The name is John Cena." He held out his hand, waiting for her to shake it. "Ohhh, I see, I see, you're one of them. Aight, aight, I dig that." Stacey shot him a look of disgust, shock, and disbelif.
"I'm not 'one of them', as you so kindly put it. I am a cheerleader, head cheerleader. My ex boy friend was the quater back of the football team, and I'm an honor roll student. As far as I'm concerned, I should be treated more nicely, then being greeted by being called, Baby."
"You still haven't told me your name." John grined as Stacey looked at him one more time, again in disgust.
"I'm running away from people like you. Just leave me alone, k?" She picked up her gym bag, carrying it over to the next bench. When she looked at who was sitting beside her, she groaned. "You're not one of them are you?" she asked, regretting what she said.
"'One of them'? I don't think I am......I was always told I'm a nice guy. But then again, I guess everyone has their own definition of what 'one of them' is, eh?" He flashed her a grin, sitting up straighter then before. "What is your definition of 'one of them' is anyway?" Stacey blushed, embarassed that she accused such a nice guy to be a jerk.
"I'm sorry. The guy over there," she jerked her thumb to John's direction, "came and sat beside, and called me Baby, expecting to strike a nice conversation with me, so I left. Then when I came over here, I thought you'd be like him." She bowed her head down, her blonde hair covering her face.
"Nothing to be ashamed of," he told her quietly. "Hey, what train you hoping on?"
"17." The guy smiled. "You too?" Stacey asked him, her hopes raising. The guy nodded. She stuck out her hand, willing to introduce herself. "I'm Stacey Keibler."
"Mark Jindrak." He shook her hand lightly, not wanting to hurt her hand.
"Train number 17 now pulling in. That is train number 17." Stacey and Mark smiled at each other.
"Are you ready?" Stacey asked Mark, picking up her bag. Mark took Stacey's bag away from her, showing that he was willing to carry it for her. "Oh, thank you," she said, surprised he would offer such a gesture.
"Well, well, well, look at that." John came up from behind Stacey, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Looks like we're traveling together, Stacey." Stacey shruddered, looking at Mark as she did so.
"I got ya, don't worry," he muffled into her ear. The three of them stepped onto the train together, noticing that there were already people there.
"Hey girly, back here!" Stacey looked to where the sound was, and found three girls smiling and waving. "Get away from those boys!" Stacey looked up at Mark, and smiled. Maybe running away wasn't so bad after all.