Author's Note: To understand this story, you must've read "Notice Me" before reading this. 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've been hit with a case of writer's block and I'm trying to pull through, so if this chapter sucks...please don't stop reading! I'll try to make the others better.*
"Then, why don't you?"
"They kicked me off, remember? Do you know how much it hurts to be kicked off something you love doing?" He asked, his body flooded with emotions such as angst.
"Do you know who you're talking to Randy? I've been kicked out of everything. I know how much it hurts." She replied, biting her lip. Randy looked down at Skye, his eyes narrowed.
"This is different." He answered, now sort of glaring at her. "How?"
Skye asked, developing goose bumps because of the stare Randy was giving her. "It just is. Football was my life. I've been playing it since I was four and I get kicked off the team? Why?" Randy Orton questioned, not really looking at Skye. He looked at her in the corner of his eye as she stared at the ground.
"Because of me." She answered quietly. She gave the green grass a stomp with her right foot and continued staring at it. She couldn't gather up the courage to look at Randy right now. He seemed cold, like it was all Skye's fault that he wasn't on the football team anymore. "It's all my fault. I'm sorry." She apologized. Randy placed his arms around her.
"It's not your fault, Skye. Whatever you say, it's not your fault. I love you and if I'm not allowed to be on the team then I won't." He told her. She leaned her head against his chest.
"Awww! So sweet!" A too familiar voice gushed from behind Randy. Randy was taller than Skye, so she didn't see who it was before. The couple turned around to see Randy's ex-football friends Hunter Hearst Helmsley and Billy Kidman. Both were going to be seniors when the school year started the following week. Billy and Hunter were in the practice football uniforms, smirking. Hunter had the football tucked underneath his arm. Billy placed his hands on his hips, looking at Randy and Skye. Hunter was the one who spoke. Randy held onto Skye. "How are Mr. and Mrs. Loser doing?" Hunter asked, causing Kidman to crack up. Randy scowled.
"Shut up, Hunter!" He said, his face started to heat up.
"Are you going to make me?" Hunter asked, taunting him.
"I don't think he can, Trips. He's too much of a loser to do that." Billy Kidman stated, getting laughs from Hunter. Skye just glared at Kidman because she remembered the time where he had beaten her up. Kidman shot Skye a dirty look. "What are you staring at, freak?" He asked, as she glared at him.
"I just can't seem to figure it out...which one of you two is the ugliest? Hunter because of his big ass nose? Or you Billy, because your nose is a beak!" Skye snapped back, as Randy grinned. His girlfriend was always good with the comebacks.
"Why, you little!" Hunter yelled, making a move towards Skye. She stood there, ready for him when Randy stepped inbetween the two of them. He held his hands out, seperating them.
"Stop! Hunter, you are not going to touch my girlfriend." Randy told him, pointing his finger at his former friend.
"Then tell your girlfriend to shut the hell up." Hunter demanded, his nose flaring in rage. It seemed like steam was pouring out of his nostrils. (Author's Note2: That's A LOT of steam! LOL!)
"No, she can say what she wants, but you're not going to lay a finger on her. Nobody is." Randy Orton stated as Skye stood behind him.
"See what she's done to you, Orton? She's changed you." Billy told him, as Hunter nodded in agreement.
"Yeah. She has changed me. She's changed me into a better person. I'm not picking on people anymore, like how I used to when I hung out with you. What's the use? It didn't get me anywhere." He explained.
"It did for us. It kept us on the football team!" Hunter commented, as Billy Kidman's jaw dropped.
"OH! DISS!" Kidman called out, and now it was time for Randy to get mad. Randy couldn't stand them at all and he took a swing at his ex-friend, connecting with his jaw. Hunter stumbled back a few steps, holding his jaw.
"You bitch!" Hunter shouted, tackling Randy. Skye moved out of the way as the two begin going at it. Randy was getting the better of Hunter at the moment, punching him numerous times. Hunter then rolled Randy Orton over, punching him numerous times. Skye tried prying the two apart, but Billy Kidman pulled her off. She elbowed him in the face. He held his face with one hand and grabbed her by the hair with another. He yanked at her hair, throwing her down onto the ground. Skye jumped back up and tackled Kidman to the ground, slapping and punching him after doing so. Randy had rolled Hunter over, gotten to his feet and was now stomping away at him. After Hunter was down, Randy pulled Skye off of Billy Kidman and led her out of the park. The two football players laid on the ground. Billy wasn't that beaten up, Skye had his caused his nose to bleed from her elbow to the face. Hunter, on the other hand was majorly hurt and was ready to seek revenge on Randy and Skye.
Randy Orton and Skye Alexander walked the streets. Randy's lip was busted by a few punches from Hunter, but Skye came out of the fight unscarred. Her white wifebeater had a couple of grass stains, but that was the most of it. Randy on the other hand was also holding his ribs, due to be kneed by Hunter. Randy was walking slowly, almost limping. Skye noticed and stopped. Randy held onto his ribs, trying to breath. It hurt a lot. "Randy? Is everything all right?" Skye asked, worried. Her boyfriend didn't look too good.
"My ribs hurt like a bitch." He replied, stopping to catch his breath.
"Do you want me to go find a payphone and call your parents? Maybe they should take you to the hospital." She suggested, seeing that her boyfriend was in a lot of pain.
"Could you? I'd do it myself, but it hurts to walk." He answered, looking at her gratefully.
"Sure. Stay here, I'll be right back." She smiled, walking off to find a payphone.
"Where else would I go? I can't move!" He replied, laughing. He then stopped because it hurt his ribs too much. Skye laughed to herself as she walked down the street and over to a phone booth. She dug a quarter out of her pocket and began to dial Randy's phone number. Out of the corner of her eye, in the clear phone booth she witnessed a too familiar tall and skinny blonde girl approach Randy.
Stacy Keibler noticed Randy Orton standing on the street, with a busted lip while holding his ribs. She smirked and remembered her saying "This isn't over" at the homecoming dance in October. Now was her chance. His girlfriend, Skye Alexander seemed nowhere in sight. She slowly walked over to him, dressed in a pair of tight light blue lowrise jeans and a white halter top, with a keyhole cut. On her feet were white sneakers. She walked over to Randy, a bit behind him. "Hey Randy. What happened?" She asked, surprising him. He turned around to see Stacy Keibler standing there, a look of concern on her face.
"Stace! Hey. Yeah, I'll be okay." He answered, taking her looks in. 'Skye still looks better.' He thought to himself.
"Are you sure? Who did this to you? Was it Skye?" She happened to ask. She inched closer to him, placing her slender hand on his shoulder. Randy shook his head.
"No. It wasn't Skye. I just got into a fight, that's all." He explained, wishing that she'd go away.
"Awww. Poor you. I've got to go. I'll see you later." Stacy said to him, kissing him on the lips before spinning on her heel and walking off.
"Ahem." Skye said, clearing her throat. Randy turned around and saw her with her arms crossed, a stern look on her face.
"Then, why don't you?"
"They kicked me off, remember? Do you know how much it hurts to be kicked off something you love doing?" He asked, his body flooded with emotions such as angst.
"Do you know who you're talking to Randy? I've been kicked out of everything. I know how much it hurts." She replied, biting her lip. Randy looked down at Skye, his eyes narrowed.
"This is different." He answered, now sort of glaring at her. "How?"
Skye asked, developing goose bumps because of the stare Randy was giving her. "It just is. Football was my life. I've been playing it since I was four and I get kicked off the team? Why?" Randy Orton questioned, not really looking at Skye. He looked at her in the corner of his eye as she stared at the ground.
"Because of me." She answered quietly. She gave the green grass a stomp with her right foot and continued staring at it. She couldn't gather up the courage to look at Randy right now. He seemed cold, like it was all Skye's fault that he wasn't on the football team anymore. "It's all my fault. I'm sorry." She apologized. Randy placed his arms around her.
"It's not your fault, Skye. Whatever you say, it's not your fault. I love you and if I'm not allowed to be on the team then I won't." He told her. She leaned her head against his chest.
"Awww! So sweet!" A too familiar voice gushed from behind Randy. Randy was taller than Skye, so she didn't see who it was before. The couple turned around to see Randy's ex-football friends Hunter Hearst Helmsley and Billy Kidman. Both were going to be seniors when the school year started the following week. Billy and Hunter were in the practice football uniforms, smirking. Hunter had the football tucked underneath his arm. Billy placed his hands on his hips, looking at Randy and Skye. Hunter was the one who spoke. Randy held onto Skye. "How are Mr. and Mrs. Loser doing?" Hunter asked, causing Kidman to crack up. Randy scowled.
"Shut up, Hunter!" He said, his face started to heat up.
"Are you going to make me?" Hunter asked, taunting him.
"I don't think he can, Trips. He's too much of a loser to do that." Billy Kidman stated, getting laughs from Hunter. Skye just glared at Kidman because she remembered the time where he had beaten her up. Kidman shot Skye a dirty look. "What are you staring at, freak?" He asked, as she glared at him.
"I just can't seem to figure it out...which one of you two is the ugliest? Hunter because of his big ass nose? Or you Billy, because your nose is a beak!" Skye snapped back, as Randy grinned. His girlfriend was always good with the comebacks.
"Why, you little!" Hunter yelled, making a move towards Skye. She stood there, ready for him when Randy stepped inbetween the two of them. He held his hands out, seperating them.
"Stop! Hunter, you are not going to touch my girlfriend." Randy told him, pointing his finger at his former friend.
"Then tell your girlfriend to shut the hell up." Hunter demanded, his nose flaring in rage. It seemed like steam was pouring out of his nostrils. (Author's Note2: That's A LOT of steam! LOL!)
"No, she can say what she wants, but you're not going to lay a finger on her. Nobody is." Randy Orton stated as Skye stood behind him.
"See what she's done to you, Orton? She's changed you." Billy told him, as Hunter nodded in agreement.
"Yeah. She has changed me. She's changed me into a better person. I'm not picking on people anymore, like how I used to when I hung out with you. What's the use? It didn't get me anywhere." He explained.
"It did for us. It kept us on the football team!" Hunter commented, as Billy Kidman's jaw dropped.
"OH! DISS!" Kidman called out, and now it was time for Randy to get mad. Randy couldn't stand them at all and he took a swing at his ex-friend, connecting with his jaw. Hunter stumbled back a few steps, holding his jaw.
"You bitch!" Hunter shouted, tackling Randy. Skye moved out of the way as the two begin going at it. Randy was getting the better of Hunter at the moment, punching him numerous times. Hunter then rolled Randy Orton over, punching him numerous times. Skye tried prying the two apart, but Billy Kidman pulled her off. She elbowed him in the face. He held his face with one hand and grabbed her by the hair with another. He yanked at her hair, throwing her down onto the ground. Skye jumped back up and tackled Kidman to the ground, slapping and punching him after doing so. Randy had rolled Hunter over, gotten to his feet and was now stomping away at him. After Hunter was down, Randy pulled Skye off of Billy Kidman and led her out of the park. The two football players laid on the ground. Billy wasn't that beaten up, Skye had his caused his nose to bleed from her elbow to the face. Hunter, on the other hand was majorly hurt and was ready to seek revenge on Randy and Skye.
Randy Orton and Skye Alexander walked the streets. Randy's lip was busted by a few punches from Hunter, but Skye came out of the fight unscarred. Her white wifebeater had a couple of grass stains, but that was the most of it. Randy on the other hand was also holding his ribs, due to be kneed by Hunter. Randy was walking slowly, almost limping. Skye noticed and stopped. Randy held onto his ribs, trying to breath. It hurt a lot. "Randy? Is everything all right?" Skye asked, worried. Her boyfriend didn't look too good.
"My ribs hurt like a bitch." He replied, stopping to catch his breath.
"Do you want me to go find a payphone and call your parents? Maybe they should take you to the hospital." She suggested, seeing that her boyfriend was in a lot of pain.
"Could you? I'd do it myself, but it hurts to walk." He answered, looking at her gratefully.
"Sure. Stay here, I'll be right back." She smiled, walking off to find a payphone.
"Where else would I go? I can't move!" He replied, laughing. He then stopped because it hurt his ribs too much. Skye laughed to herself as she walked down the street and over to a phone booth. She dug a quarter out of her pocket and began to dial Randy's phone number. Out of the corner of her eye, in the clear phone booth she witnessed a too familiar tall and skinny blonde girl approach Randy.
Stacy Keibler noticed Randy Orton standing on the street, with a busted lip while holding his ribs. She smirked and remembered her saying "This isn't over" at the homecoming dance in October. Now was her chance. His girlfriend, Skye Alexander seemed nowhere in sight. She slowly walked over to him, dressed in a pair of tight light blue lowrise jeans and a white halter top, with a keyhole cut. On her feet were white sneakers. She walked over to Randy, a bit behind him. "Hey Randy. What happened?" She asked, surprising him. He turned around to see Stacy Keibler standing there, a look of concern on her face.
"Stace! Hey. Yeah, I'll be okay." He answered, taking her looks in. 'Skye still looks better.' He thought to himself.
"Are you sure? Who did this to you? Was it Skye?" She happened to ask. She inched closer to him, placing her slender hand on his shoulder. Randy shook his head.
"No. It wasn't Skye. I just got into a fight, that's all." He explained, wishing that she'd go away.
"Awww. Poor you. I've got to go. I'll see you later." Stacy said to him, kissing him on the lips before spinning on her heel and walking off.
"Ahem." Skye said, clearing her throat. Randy turned around and saw her with her arms crossed, a stern look on her face.