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 reviews...and I know, it was an earth-shattering ending according to my friend Bobby...lol. Here's the chapter that clears it all up for you. =) Enjoy!
"Excuse me?" Randy Orton asked, spinning around to see who he was talking to him.
"I'm pregnant, Randy Orton. And the baby is yours." She replied. He couldn't believe it. Could this be happening?
"What are you talking about?" The brown-haired teenager asked, confused. They never had sex. How could this be?
"Do I have to say it again? You're the father of my soon to be baby!" She exclaimed. Randy Orton was glad that the hallway was empty. The bell had rung, but Randy didn't care if he was late. This had to be cleared up. He glared at the person in front of him.
"What in the world are you talking about? I'm not the father!"
"Are you calling me a whore?"
"If the shoe fits..." Randy trailed off, not believing a word coming out of her mouth. She gasped, her jaw practically dropping to the ground. She threw her slender arms in the air.
"I can't believe you! I am no whore! You're the father, Randy Orton!" She exclaimed. Randy turned on his heel, walking off. He couldn't stand it anymore. He had to leave. It couldn't be true. "Randy! Don't walk away from me!" She screamed. A couple of students stuck their heads out the door, watching the two of them.
"I'm not the father!" He shouted as she stopped in front of his face.
"Yes, you are!" She fought back.
"No, I'm not!"
"Yes, you are!" She shouted in his face. Her slender hands clenched into fists, ready to burst. She stomped her feet on the ground, her face growing red.
"I'm not. Leave me alone!" He got ready to storm off, turning around. He stopped in his tracks, seeing the pain stricken face in front of him.
"How could you..." Skye asked, tears filling up her hazel eyes.
"Skye...I'm not the father of Stacy's baby." Randy explained.
"Yeah, you are!" Stacy Keibler replied, her arms crossed over her chest. A sly smirk on her face. Skye couldn't see Stacy because Randy was covering her. Her work was done. Randy wasn't really the father of Stacy's baby. In fact, Stacy Keibler wasn't pregnant at all. This was all just a part of the plan Stacy and her friends had come up with to split the couple up. Jeff Hardy was also in on the plan.
"You...you..." Skye was unable to finish her sentence because the tears were causing her to become speechless. With no options, Skye ran off. She pushed past the heavy school doors and ran home.
In the hallways, Randy glared at Stacy. "I don't know what you're on, but you better stop messing up my life!" He pointed his finger at her and then stormed off to the bathroom, furious. Stacy smirked.
"Oh, Randy...it's just begun!" She chuckled, walking off into the distance.
Skye Alexander ran down the street, turning the corner to get to her house. Finally reaching her front door, she quickly opened it and rushed in. Thankfully, nobody was home. Her father Marco was teaching at the local college and her mother Desirae was working at the firm. Her brother Braiden was at his job as a sales clerk at the local grocery store. Petra was at school and Skye? Skye was leaned against the door, crying her eyes out. How could this happen? How could Randy Orton cheat on her with Stacy Keibler? How could he get her pregnant? Many questions flooded her head as she ran to the kitchen. She pulled open the door of the medicine cabinet and began rumaging through everything. Pulling out bandages, creams and Braiden's ankle wraps, she came upon a bottle of over the counter pills. Skye ran her finger along the label as she tried to read it. Her tears caused it to be blurry, falling onto the counter and the bottle itself. After blinking a few times, she read the label. Advil. Twisting the cap, she emptied the contents out of the bottle. Counting the pills, she threw the empty bottle at the wall in frustration. There were only two left. Enough for a headache, but not enough for what she wanted to do. The bottle hit the white wall, making a mark. Skye threw the pills at the wall too, falling to the ground. She cradled her head in her arms, crying. "Why?!" She cried out.
Skye looked around the empty kitchen. She was bawling her eyes out and she couldn't stop. Randy had betrayed her. She trusted him with everything she had and he had to go sleep with Stacy Keibler. Skye rose from the floor, making her way to her room. Walking up the stairs, she dragged her feet. Her feet felt heavy, as it made a thud as her foot hit the stairs. Opening the door, she jumped on her bed. Her cat, Snicklefritz was sitting on the bed. When he saw Skye jumping into the bed, he flew off the bed and landed on the floor. Snicklefritz fled out of the room as Skye buried her head into her pillow and continued to cry out the pain.
"Excuse me?" Randy Orton asked, spinning around to see who he was talking to him.
"I'm pregnant, Randy Orton. And the baby is yours." She replied. He couldn't believe it. Could this be happening?
"What are you talking about?" The brown-haired teenager asked, confused. They never had sex. How could this be?
"Do I have to say it again? You're the father of my soon to be baby!" She exclaimed. Randy Orton was glad that the hallway was empty. The bell had rung, but Randy didn't care if he was late. This had to be cleared up. He glared at the person in front of him.
"What in the world are you talking about? I'm not the father!"
"Are you calling me a whore?"
"If the shoe fits..." Randy trailed off, not believing a word coming out of her mouth. She gasped, her jaw practically dropping to the ground. She threw her slender arms in the air.
"I can't believe you! I am no whore! You're the father, Randy Orton!" She exclaimed. Randy turned on his heel, walking off. He couldn't stand it anymore. He had to leave. It couldn't be true. "Randy! Don't walk away from me!" She screamed. A couple of students stuck their heads out the door, watching the two of them.
"I'm not the father!" He shouted as she stopped in front of his face.
"Yes, you are!" She fought back.
"No, I'm not!"
"Yes, you are!" She shouted in his face. Her slender hands clenched into fists, ready to burst. She stomped her feet on the ground, her face growing red.
"I'm not. Leave me alone!" He got ready to storm off, turning around. He stopped in his tracks, seeing the pain stricken face in front of him.
"How could you..." Skye asked, tears filling up her hazel eyes.
"Skye...I'm not the father of Stacy's baby." Randy explained.
"Yeah, you are!" Stacy Keibler replied, her arms crossed over her chest. A sly smirk on her face. Skye couldn't see Stacy because Randy was covering her. Her work was done. Randy wasn't really the father of Stacy's baby. In fact, Stacy Keibler wasn't pregnant at all. This was all just a part of the plan Stacy and her friends had come up with to split the couple up. Jeff Hardy was also in on the plan.
"You...you..." Skye was unable to finish her sentence because the tears were causing her to become speechless. With no options, Skye ran off. She pushed past the heavy school doors and ran home.
In the hallways, Randy glared at Stacy. "I don't know what you're on, but you better stop messing up my life!" He pointed his finger at her and then stormed off to the bathroom, furious. Stacy smirked.
"Oh, Randy...it's just begun!" She chuckled, walking off into the distance.
Skye Alexander ran down the street, turning the corner to get to her house. Finally reaching her front door, she quickly opened it and rushed in. Thankfully, nobody was home. Her father Marco was teaching at the local college and her mother Desirae was working at the firm. Her brother Braiden was at his job as a sales clerk at the local grocery store. Petra was at school and Skye? Skye was leaned against the door, crying her eyes out. How could this happen? How could Randy Orton cheat on her with Stacy Keibler? How could he get her pregnant? Many questions flooded her head as she ran to the kitchen. She pulled open the door of the medicine cabinet and began rumaging through everything. Pulling out bandages, creams and Braiden's ankle wraps, she came upon a bottle of over the counter pills. Skye ran her finger along the label as she tried to read it. Her tears caused it to be blurry, falling onto the counter and the bottle itself. After blinking a few times, she read the label. Advil. Twisting the cap, she emptied the contents out of the bottle. Counting the pills, she threw the empty bottle at the wall in frustration. There were only two left. Enough for a headache, but not enough for what she wanted to do. The bottle hit the white wall, making a mark. Skye threw the pills at the wall too, falling to the ground. She cradled her head in her arms, crying. "Why?!" She cried out.
Skye looked around the empty kitchen. She was bawling her eyes out and she couldn't stop. Randy had betrayed her. She trusted him with everything she had and he had to go sleep with Stacy Keibler. Skye rose from the floor, making her way to her room. Walking up the stairs, she dragged her feet. Her feet felt heavy, as it made a thud as her foot hit the stairs. Opening the door, she jumped on her bed. Her cat, Snicklefritz was sitting on the bed. When he saw Skye jumping into the bed, he flew off the bed and landed on the floor. Snicklefritz fled out of the room as Skye buried her head into her pillow and continued to cry out the pain.