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. I also am the creater of Randy Orton's baby sister, Anabelle. 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.
Randy Orton sat in his Biology class, looking out the window. He tapped his pen on his desk, wondering where Skye was. He looked back at the teacher, Ms. Jazz who was helping out another student with a problem in the textbook. Randy gazed down at his own textbook and then at his notebook. The class had been assigned some questions fifteen minutes ago, and all he had on his paper was his name and the date. Randy sighed and looked at his book, trying to buckle himself down into the world of Biology. It was useless, for he could not concentrate on the properties of viruses. All he had on his mind was Skye, and her whereabouts.
Stacy Keibler sat across from Jeff Hardy in her English class. Their teacher, Mrs. McMahon was handing out worksheets as Stacy looked out the window. It was first period, but she usually saw Skye Alexander on the bus. Where was she? Stacy began to feel the guilt getting to her, but pushed it back down quickly. Did they really hit her? It was all too fast to see who or what they had actually hit. Stacy Keibler was the one driving, but it all was a blur. Torrie hadn't seen who they had hit either. The leggy blonde sat across from Jeff, who was doodling on his notebook with no idea what had happened. Mrs. McMahon placed a worksheet infront of both Stacy and Jeff and walked off. Stacy cleared her throat. "Have you seen Skye around?" She asked, trying to play cool. Jeff Hardy looked up from his binder, his vibrant hair swinging back as his head turned to look at Stacy.
"No. Why?" He replied.
"No reason." Stacy told him, her mind going crazy. Had they really hit her? Stacy wanted Skye Alexander gone, but not like this. Absentmindedly, she began chewing on her fingernails; a big no-no for her and Torrie. Jeff watched her nervous habit and spoke up.
"Isn't that a huge sin in your world?" Stacy looked up at Jeff and realized that her nails were in her mouth. She quickly pulled them away, spitting out the bits she had chewed off.
"Oh. I didn't know I was doing it." She answered quickly, running her hands through her silky blonde hair. Stacy looked down at the worksheet that laid infront of her. It was all too complicated right now. She stared at it, trying to make sense of it when a ruckus fell upon the classroom.
The door of Linda McMahon's English classroom flew open with two men in police uniforms entered the class. Everybody turned their attention to the police that stood in the doorway. One officer was a tall, muscular man. He wasn't wearing a hat at the moment, so everybody could tell that he was bald. The other man was an African-American man, with a buzzcut. The two officers entered the room, as the teacher rushed over to them. "What is it, Officers?!" She asked, panic in her voice. The African-American officer began to speak.
"Good morning, M'am. My name is Officer Michael Jones and he is Officer Justin Smith. We're looking for a Jeff Hardy? We were told that he would be in this classroom." He reported. Linda McMahon nodded as all the eyes in the classroom directed themselves over to Jeff. Stacy's eyes went wide. What was going on? Jeff looked around the room, and then at the police officers headed in his direction. Officer Jones spoke once again. "Jeff Hardy. Do you own a 2000 black Corvette?" He asked.
"...Yes." Jeff answered, hesitantly. Officer Smith, the taller of the two pulled a pair of metal handcuffs from out of his pocket. He grabbed Jeff's arms and cuffed them together.
"You are under arrest for the murder of Petra Alexander." Officer Smith stated. Jeff's green eyes went wide.
"What?!" He yelled. The name was coming to him. Petra. Petra Alexander. Skye's sister! This couldn't be. "That's a lie! I didn't kill her." He said in defense. The two policemen began to escort him out of the classroom.
"Sir, it was your car. We're going to have to take you in." Officer Jones explained, as they took Jeff outside to a waiting patrol car. After Jeff was gone, the entire class was talking about it. Stacy sat in her seat, not wanting to say a word. She pretended to be concentrating on her worksheet, but she was really thinking about the whole ordeal that had just happened a couple of minutes ago.
When lunchtime arrived, everybody knew about Jeff Hardy being arrested. Randy Orton stood at his locker, shoving his books in when Christian, the school blabbermouth ran over to him. "Orton! Did you hear? Jeff Hardy ran over Skye's sister! Petcetera or something like that." Randy spun around, his light blue eyes wide.
"What?!" Randy asked, shutting the door of his locker.
"Jeff Hardy ran over Skye's sister." He repeated.
"Are you serious? Petra's dead?!" Randy was shocked out of his mind. No wonder why Skye wasn't at school. The blonde nodded.
"Yeah. He got arrested in English class during first period. It's crazy, isn't it?"
"Yeah, crazy. I've got to go, Christian." Before anything else could be said, Randy Orton dashed out of Vincent K. McMahon High and ran the three blocks from the school to the house of Skye Alexander. He made it to the door and rang the doorbell. Moments later, he was met by a tear-stained face that he just wanted to bring into his arms and hold forever.
Randy Orton sat in his Biology class, looking out the window. He tapped his pen on his desk, wondering where Skye was. He looked back at the teacher, Ms. Jazz who was helping out another student with a problem in the textbook. Randy gazed down at his own textbook and then at his notebook. The class had been assigned some questions fifteen minutes ago, and all he had on his paper was his name and the date. Randy sighed and looked at his book, trying to buckle himself down into the world of Biology. It was useless, for he could not concentrate on the properties of viruses. All he had on his mind was Skye, and her whereabouts.
Stacy Keibler sat across from Jeff Hardy in her English class. Their teacher, Mrs. McMahon was handing out worksheets as Stacy looked out the window. It was first period, but she usually saw Skye Alexander on the bus. Where was she? Stacy began to feel the guilt getting to her, but pushed it back down quickly. Did they really hit her? It was all too fast to see who or what they had actually hit. Stacy Keibler was the one driving, but it all was a blur. Torrie hadn't seen who they had hit either. The leggy blonde sat across from Jeff, who was doodling on his notebook with no idea what had happened. Mrs. McMahon placed a worksheet infront of both Stacy and Jeff and walked off. Stacy cleared her throat. "Have you seen Skye around?" She asked, trying to play cool. Jeff Hardy looked up from his binder, his vibrant hair swinging back as his head turned to look at Stacy.
"No. Why?" He replied.
"No reason." Stacy told him, her mind going crazy. Had they really hit her? Stacy wanted Skye Alexander gone, but not like this. Absentmindedly, she began chewing on her fingernails; a big no-no for her and Torrie. Jeff watched her nervous habit and spoke up.
"Isn't that a huge sin in your world?" Stacy looked up at Jeff and realized that her nails were in her mouth. She quickly pulled them away, spitting out the bits she had chewed off.
"Oh. I didn't know I was doing it." She answered quickly, running her hands through her silky blonde hair. Stacy looked down at the worksheet that laid infront of her. It was all too complicated right now. She stared at it, trying to make sense of it when a ruckus fell upon the classroom.
The door of Linda McMahon's English classroom flew open with two men in police uniforms entered the class. Everybody turned their attention to the police that stood in the doorway. One officer was a tall, muscular man. He wasn't wearing a hat at the moment, so everybody could tell that he was bald. The other man was an African-American man, with a buzzcut. The two officers entered the room, as the teacher rushed over to them. "What is it, Officers?!" She asked, panic in her voice. The African-American officer began to speak.
"Good morning, M'am. My name is Officer Michael Jones and he is Officer Justin Smith. We're looking for a Jeff Hardy? We were told that he would be in this classroom." He reported. Linda McMahon nodded as all the eyes in the classroom directed themselves over to Jeff. Stacy's eyes went wide. What was going on? Jeff looked around the room, and then at the police officers headed in his direction. Officer Jones spoke once again. "Jeff Hardy. Do you own a 2000 black Corvette?" He asked.
"...Yes." Jeff answered, hesitantly. Officer Smith, the taller of the two pulled a pair of metal handcuffs from out of his pocket. He grabbed Jeff's arms and cuffed them together.
"You are under arrest for the murder of Petra Alexander." Officer Smith stated. Jeff's green eyes went wide.
"What?!" He yelled. The name was coming to him. Petra. Petra Alexander. Skye's sister! This couldn't be. "That's a lie! I didn't kill her." He said in defense. The two policemen began to escort him out of the classroom.
"Sir, it was your car. We're going to have to take you in." Officer Jones explained, as they took Jeff outside to a waiting patrol car. After Jeff was gone, the entire class was talking about it. Stacy sat in her seat, not wanting to say a word. She pretended to be concentrating on her worksheet, but she was really thinking about the whole ordeal that had just happened a couple of minutes ago.
When lunchtime arrived, everybody knew about Jeff Hardy being arrested. Randy Orton stood at his locker, shoving his books in when Christian, the school blabbermouth ran over to him. "Orton! Did you hear? Jeff Hardy ran over Skye's sister! Petcetera or something like that." Randy spun around, his light blue eyes wide.
"What?!" Randy asked, shutting the door of his locker.
"Jeff Hardy ran over Skye's sister." He repeated.
"Are you serious? Petra's dead?!" Randy was shocked out of his mind. No wonder why Skye wasn't at school. The blonde nodded.
"Yeah. He got arrested in English class during first period. It's crazy, isn't it?"
"Yeah, crazy. I've got to go, Christian." Before anything else could be said, Randy Orton dashed out of Vincent K. McMahon High and ran the three blocks from the school to the house of Skye Alexander. He made it to the door and rang the doorbell. Moments later, he was met by a tear-stained face that he just wanted to bring into his arms and hold forever.