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. Thanks for the great reviews! Oh yeah, please check out "Trish Stratus: Diva Wanted Dead" because if I don't get any reviews for the latest chapter, I might not continue and I want to continue! Loodidoodidah~!
Stacy Keibler was super-close to Randy Orton, only an inch or two of air between their two bodies. She was caressing his face and smiling, as Randy just watched, too shocked to move. She came closer to him, whispering in his ear. "I want you." Her ultra-sexy and soft voice told him.
"I'm with Skye, Stacy. I can't have you." He told her, trying to push her away. She clung on to him, her hand now on his neck.
"Why not? She doesn't have to know." Stacy whispered, sending chills down his spine.
"We're in a school hallway, Stace. She's bound to find out." Randy told her, as she pressed his body against hers and kissed his neck. Before he could react, somebody came up behind him.
"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Randy pushed Stacy off of him, and spun around. Skye was standing there, her feet planted on the ground firmly and her fists clenched. She glared at Randy, her face turning red.
"Skye!" He said, shocked out of his socks. Skye crossed her arms over her chest, putting her weight on her back foot.
"I'm surprised you even know my name. How the hell could you do this to me?" She asked, her eyes shooting daggers at him. Stacy stood behind Randy, smiling smugly at Skye. Randy didn't see her.
"Skye, it's not what you think it is." He replied, in hopes that she'd believe him. "Oh, really? I think you and her were making out in the hallways! Right infront of me! That's what I think it is. And I believe what I think it was, is the truth. I'm right, aren't I?"
The angry red head questioned, as Stacy Keibler stepped in. "Damn straight." The beautiful blonde replied.
"See?!" Skye shouted, ready to burst.
"Stay out of this, Stacy! You've already caused enough trouble. I hate you. I don't want to be with you." Randy told her, giving her an icy glare. Stacy smirked and shrugged her shoulders.
"That's not what you said last night, Randy." She replied, as the whole hallway of students who were watching gasped. Skye's eyes went wide. They looked like they were going to burst out of their sockets.
"BASTARD!" Skye screamed, stepping forward to Randy. With lightning quick speed, she extended her arm and proceeded to smack him across the face. The slap was heard throughout the whole school. The crowd gasped again as Randy held his face. It stung worse than being stung by a bee. Skye spun on her heel, storming off to her first class.
She entered Ms. Jazz's Biology classroom, the first student to arrive. Skye Alexander took a seat at the very back of the room, a place where she was used to being. Ready to snap at any moment, she darted her eyes all over the classroom. A couple of other students had walked in, Christian the whiny blonde, Amy Dumas the school's female daredevil and...Randy Orton the school's biggest jerk at the moment. Skye had completely forgotten that Randy was in her Biology class. She blew a piece of hair out of her face as he looked around the classroom. He spotted Skye sitting in the back, but he obviously couldn't sit beside her. She would bite his head off. He finally took a seat in the middle row at the right side of the class. Everybody knew why, even the teachers. Gossip spread quickly at Vincent K. and this time, it had made its way all the way over to the Teacher's Lounge.
Ms. Jazz watched the students as they walked in from her desk at the front. She especially kept her eye on Randy and Skye, in hopes that they wouldn't disrupt the class by fighting during a lesson. Her brown eyes watched the clock as it went from 8:29 to 8:30. The bell rang and the students who had just came in scrambled to their seats. She got up from her desk and stood infront of it. Class began.
First period flew by and so did second period. Skye was glad for second period because she didn't have Randy in that class. She was in History while he was in Woodwork. It was now lunch time and things were going to get tough. Skye and Randy were so accquainted to spending their lunch times together, sitting in the cafeteria. Now it was to be totally different. Randy Orton entered the cafeteria and headed directly towards the lunch line, avoiding the looks people were giving him as much as possible. As he walked by his former table, everybody there began to whisper. The table was still filled with football players and cheerleaders and it was still smack dab in the middle of the cafeteria. Almost all the same people were there, besides Braiden Alexander, Ric Flair, Dwayne Johnson and a couple of other seniors. Rob Van Dam was now a senior and he was still doing gross things with his food. This time, he was eating a rotten orange whole. Peel and all. The table full of popular students gagged, but also cheered him on. Randy went through the line and got his food. He spotted an empty table and walked towards it. It was the only empty table left.
Skye Alexander walked through the doors of the cafeteria, one of the places that she hated most in the school. That and the girl's bathroom. She walked past everybody, not paying any attention. As she walked by the popular kids' table, she heard a couple of girls snickering and whispering. Skye rolled her eyes at the cheerleaders and headed over to the line. Torrie Wilson and Jackie Gayda watched her walk off. Jackie was a sophmore and Torrie was a senior. Jackie leaned over to Torrie and whispered in her ear, "How does she have the nerve to wear those ugly clothes? I wouldn't be caught dead in them!" Torrie laughed and nodded in agreement. She then stuck her fork into her super-tiny salad and continued to chat away. Skye approached the end of the lunch line, which seemed extra long because people were always gawking at her. She scowled at one freshmen who was staring at her and he cowered in his seat, concentrating on his food once again. After about ten minutes, Skye finally got her food and was looking for a table to sit at. Her hazel eyes searched the area, and they came upon an empty table. Well, it was almost empty. There was only one person sitting there. That person was Randy Orton.
Randy saw Skye looking in his direction. Half of him wanted to beg her to come sit with him, but the other half of him told him to not do anything because if she came over, she'd probably rip his head off. He stuffed the last bit of his ham and cheese sandwich in his mouth and washed it down with a sip of milk. He looked at her for two seconds and then looked away. He looked at her again for two seconds and then looked away. He did this six times before just looking away.
Jeff Hardy was sitting with Trish Stratus, Amy Dumas -who were both juniors-, and Shannon Moore who was a sophmore this year. He spotted Skye looking for a place to sit and looked at his friends. They weren't really paying attention, they were making plans for going to the movies the upcoming weekend. Jeff waved his arm in the air. "Skye!" He shouted. She looked over. "Come sit here!" He told her, as Shannon Moore looked over at Jeff. Jeff flicked his straw at the young blonde and waved Skye over.
Skye Alexander looked at Jeff and then at Randy. After debating with herself for a moment, she decided to head over to the table of Jeff Hardy. Randy Orton watched her out of the corner of his light blue eyes, as they began to grow darker out of sadness. He drank the last of his milk, but was hardly able to swallow it because of the pain it caused him to watch Skye walk over to Jeff Hardy. His heart sank to the bottom of the ocean floor.
Stacy Keibler was super-close to Randy Orton, only an inch or two of air between their two bodies. She was caressing his face and smiling, as Randy just watched, too shocked to move. She came closer to him, whispering in his ear. "I want you." Her ultra-sexy and soft voice told him.
"I'm with Skye, Stacy. I can't have you." He told her, trying to push her away. She clung on to him, her hand now on his neck.
"Why not? She doesn't have to know." Stacy whispered, sending chills down his spine.
"We're in a school hallway, Stace. She's bound to find out." Randy told her, as she pressed his body against hers and kissed his neck. Before he could react, somebody came up behind him.
"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Randy pushed Stacy off of him, and spun around. Skye was standing there, her feet planted on the ground firmly and her fists clenched. She glared at Randy, her face turning red.
"Skye!" He said, shocked out of his socks. Skye crossed her arms over her chest, putting her weight on her back foot.
"I'm surprised you even know my name. How the hell could you do this to me?" She asked, her eyes shooting daggers at him. Stacy stood behind Randy, smiling smugly at Skye. Randy didn't see her.
"Skye, it's not what you think it is." He replied, in hopes that she'd believe him. "Oh, really? I think you and her were making out in the hallways! Right infront of me! That's what I think it is. And I believe what I think it was, is the truth. I'm right, aren't I?"
The angry red head questioned, as Stacy Keibler stepped in. "Damn straight." The beautiful blonde replied.
"See?!" Skye shouted, ready to burst.
"Stay out of this, Stacy! You've already caused enough trouble. I hate you. I don't want to be with you." Randy told her, giving her an icy glare. Stacy smirked and shrugged her shoulders.
"That's not what you said last night, Randy." She replied, as the whole hallway of students who were watching gasped. Skye's eyes went wide. They looked like they were going to burst out of their sockets.
"BASTARD!" Skye screamed, stepping forward to Randy. With lightning quick speed, she extended her arm and proceeded to smack him across the face. The slap was heard throughout the whole school. The crowd gasped again as Randy held his face. It stung worse than being stung by a bee. Skye spun on her heel, storming off to her first class.
She entered Ms. Jazz's Biology classroom, the first student to arrive. Skye Alexander took a seat at the very back of the room, a place where she was used to being. Ready to snap at any moment, she darted her eyes all over the classroom. A couple of other students had walked in, Christian the whiny blonde, Amy Dumas the school's female daredevil and...Randy Orton the school's biggest jerk at the moment. Skye had completely forgotten that Randy was in her Biology class. She blew a piece of hair out of her face as he looked around the classroom. He spotted Skye sitting in the back, but he obviously couldn't sit beside her. She would bite his head off. He finally took a seat in the middle row at the right side of the class. Everybody knew why, even the teachers. Gossip spread quickly at Vincent K. and this time, it had made its way all the way over to the Teacher's Lounge.
Ms. Jazz watched the students as they walked in from her desk at the front. She especially kept her eye on Randy and Skye, in hopes that they wouldn't disrupt the class by fighting during a lesson. Her brown eyes watched the clock as it went from 8:29 to 8:30. The bell rang and the students who had just came in scrambled to their seats. She got up from her desk and stood infront of it. Class began.
First period flew by and so did second period. Skye was glad for second period because she didn't have Randy in that class. She was in History while he was in Woodwork. It was now lunch time and things were going to get tough. Skye and Randy were so accquainted to spending their lunch times together, sitting in the cafeteria. Now it was to be totally different. Randy Orton entered the cafeteria and headed directly towards the lunch line, avoiding the looks people were giving him as much as possible. As he walked by his former table, everybody there began to whisper. The table was still filled with football players and cheerleaders and it was still smack dab in the middle of the cafeteria. Almost all the same people were there, besides Braiden Alexander, Ric Flair, Dwayne Johnson and a couple of other seniors. Rob Van Dam was now a senior and he was still doing gross things with his food. This time, he was eating a rotten orange whole. Peel and all. The table full of popular students gagged, but also cheered him on. Randy went through the line and got his food. He spotted an empty table and walked towards it. It was the only empty table left.
Skye Alexander walked through the doors of the cafeteria, one of the places that she hated most in the school. That and the girl's bathroom. She walked past everybody, not paying any attention. As she walked by the popular kids' table, she heard a couple of girls snickering and whispering. Skye rolled her eyes at the cheerleaders and headed over to the line. Torrie Wilson and Jackie Gayda watched her walk off. Jackie was a sophmore and Torrie was a senior. Jackie leaned over to Torrie and whispered in her ear, "How does she have the nerve to wear those ugly clothes? I wouldn't be caught dead in them!" Torrie laughed and nodded in agreement. She then stuck her fork into her super-tiny salad and continued to chat away. Skye approached the end of the lunch line, which seemed extra long because people were always gawking at her. She scowled at one freshmen who was staring at her and he cowered in his seat, concentrating on his food once again. After about ten minutes, Skye finally got her food and was looking for a table to sit at. Her hazel eyes searched the area, and they came upon an empty table. Well, it was almost empty. There was only one person sitting there. That person was Randy Orton.
Randy saw Skye looking in his direction. Half of him wanted to beg her to come sit with him, but the other half of him told him to not do anything because if she came over, she'd probably rip his head off. He stuffed the last bit of his ham and cheese sandwich in his mouth and washed it down with a sip of milk. He looked at her for two seconds and then looked away. He looked at her again for two seconds and then looked away. He did this six times before just looking away.
Jeff Hardy was sitting with Trish Stratus, Amy Dumas -who were both juniors-, and Shannon Moore who was a sophmore this year. He spotted Skye looking for a place to sit and looked at his friends. They weren't really paying attention, they were making plans for going to the movies the upcoming weekend. Jeff waved his arm in the air. "Skye!" He shouted. She looked over. "Come sit here!" He told her, as Shannon Moore looked over at Jeff. Jeff flicked his straw at the young blonde and waved Skye over.
Skye Alexander looked at Jeff and then at Randy. After debating with herself for a moment, she decided to head over to the table of Jeff Hardy. Randy Orton watched her out of the corner of his light blue eyes, as they began to grow darker out of sadness. He drank the last of his milk, but was hardly able to swallow it because of the pain it caused him to watch Skye walk over to Jeff Hardy. His heart sank to the bottom of the ocean floor.