Warning: This Chapter is excessively long…I started writing and I couldn't stop!

MACKIE'S POV

I woke up the next day and went through my closet. I chose to wear a denim skirt that dad wasn't a fan of because it stopped at about my thumbs when I stood straight with my hands at my sides, along with my Camouflage 'You Can't See Me' t-shirt and an olive green army hat. I put on some white ankle socks and some white tennis shoes. I grabbed my black messenger bag. I put my phone in one of the side pockets along with personal items and some pens and paper and some cash. I went down the stairs and ate breakfast with grandpa who was going on his morning walk.

"Have a good day pumpkin." He smiled, kissing my forehead.

"I will, see you after school Grandpa." I said, hugging him and walking down the street. I turned the corner and walked toward JFK High. There were a bunch of teenagers hanging around outside, but I walked right in school. I went to the office and told them my name. They gave me a schedule and a list of the rules. Then they told me my locker number and my combination. Just as everything was in order, the bell rang. I was basically on my own. I rolled my eyes and walked out of the office. I looked at my schedule: US History, then Geometry, then Music Appreciation. After that, I had French 1, and then Lunch. After that, it was Gym, Physical Science, and then my last class: English. I walked around aimlessly looking for the room. I figured that since it was room 325, it would be on the third floor…but there was no 325 on the floor...hell there were no 300's on the third floor. I was walking around for about half of first period when I saw someone walking down the hall.

"Hey!" I called. The person turned around. I saw that it was a guy. He was tall, at least 5'10, he had brilliantly blue eyes and curly black hair. He had a muscular frame and he had a goofy lopsided grin on his face.

"Yeah?"

"I'm looking for US History, room 325. Do you know where it is?"

"Yeah, basement. I'm in that class too; I just had to get to my locker really quick to get my notes. Follow me." He said.

"The 3's are on the basement floor?"

"Yeah, so from the third floor, it goes 00's, 100's, 200's, and the basement is the 300's. It's stupid; I know…I was lost on my first day too. I'm Shane by the way. Shane Easton." He said, looking down at me.

"I'm McKenzie Winters, but you can call me Mackie, I hate my real name." I said, playing with my ear ring.

"So you're new here, where are you from?"

"Well, I'm originally from Edmonton, Illinois, a small town about ten miles outside of Chicago. My mom died, and I moved here to live with my dad."

"Tough break about your mom, how'd she die?"

"Car accident."

"I'm sorry about that."

"Thanks."

"Here we are, The teacher's name is Mr. Tangelo, he's a real dick…he's been here almost 159 years now…we're all making bets on when he's gonna die." He joked. Then we walked in and led me to his desk.

"Mr. Tangelo, this is McKenzie Winters, she's new here." Shane said, motioning towards me. Mr. Tangelo just looked at me.

"You're late."

"Well I'm sorry sir, I was lost."

"Doesn't matter young lady, you're still late." He said, looking at me. I gave him a hard look, and then he looked at me weird.

"That look…it's so familiar…Ms. Winters, you wouldn't happen to be related to a man named John Cena would he?" he said, eyeing me.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I remember every student I've ever had Ms. Winters, every single one, and that look you just gave me is very reminiscent, if not identical to the one Mr. Cena used to give me daily. So once again are you related to John Cena?"

I could feel everyone's eyes on me. "Yeah, he's my dad." I said, looking at the ground.

"Cool," Shane said, nodding. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a group of girls start looking at me in disgust. I rolled my eyes and looked at Mr. Tangelo.

"Can I have a book and sit down now?" I said, looking at him.

"Of course, here's a book, you can sit next to Mr. Easton since you seem to be a friend of his."

I took, or rather, snatched my book from Mr. Tangelo and fallowed Shane to the back of the room. I sat down with him at the table and we started to write a note.

(A/N: Bold is Mackie writing, Plain Italics is Shane.)

Is Cena really your dad?

Yeah. It's not like it's a big deal or anything…I mean what's the big deal if I am, I'm still a typical 14 year old chick, right?.

It only is a big deal to me and it will be to my friends because we are the official WWE nuts of JFK High…

Really, who's your favorite? (Please don't say my dad!)

Actually, no, my fave is The Undertaker; I've idolized him for as long as I can remember…

OMG me too! I've been a fan since like, forever! Oh, who do you think will win at Wrestlemania? Taker or RKO?

I dunno…I mean, Taker is amazing…but Randy's got Youth on his side…

Besides…I'd love to get RKO'd if you know what I mean…

TMFI dude…way TMI. Wanna sit with me and my friends at lunch?

Kay…I got a feeling the girls at the front of the class don't really like me too well anyway, so I wasn't getting invited by them…

You don't want them to like you…the blonde one with the green tank top on, that's my ex. Her name's Angela…she and all of her friends are backstabbing bitches…I swear. But, who cares?

Thanks for the warning…hey, what other classes do you have? Maybe we have some of the same…

Well, next, I have Science, the Music Appreciation. Then I have Gym, Lunch, French, Geometry and English.

We have MA together, and English!

Cool…I can help you out with finding your way around this lame school too…

You absolutely ROCK Shane! Thank you so much.

Hey, no problem…I was new here before too. I know what it's like. I moved here last year from Norfolk, Virginia because my pop died…I live with my mom.

Sorry to hear about your dad…how'd he die?

He was shot. See my uncle was a gambler. He put me and pop's house up in a card game and lost. Pop sent me out of the house and over to my neighbors house. Then he started arguing with the guys and they killed him.

Shane…I'm so sorry about that!

Yeah, me too. But in a really sick way, I'm glad it happened…

Why?

Well, I wouldn't have met this really cool girl.

Who? What's she like?

Well, she's a blonde, she's a little short, but she's really cute. She has a famous dad…and strangely, she looks a lot like you!

WTF…What?

What? You are a really cool girl. I'm glad I met you McKenzie Winters.

I'm glad I met you too Shane Easton.

Just as I finished writing back, the bell rang. We packed up our junk and left the room.

"Dude, you were SO right…Tangelo is a dick." I laughed.

"Told you! He's a true asshole. I wouldn't lie to ya!"

We walked down the hall talking about classes and stuff and learning more about each other. Shane walked me to Geometry in room 057, then headed to his class. I went in and I walked over to the teacher's desk. He was a young teacher, couldn't be older than 26 years old. He had brown hair that was really shaggy looking. It came down to his shoulders and he had it back in a low pony tail, and he was smiling.

"Hi, are you new?" he said, not looking up from his book.

"Yeah, I'm McKenzie Winters." I said, taking my hat off and raking my hands through my hair.

"Well, Ms. Winters, I'm Mr. Oliver. Welcome To Geometry. Go on and take a seat," he said, looking up. He handed me a book and I sat down next to a girl who had on a Chris Jericho T-shirt.

"Hi." I smiled, sitting down.

"Hey, Nice T shirt!"

"Thanks, my dad got it for me; I'm Mackie by the way. Mackie Winters."

"Hey, I'm Shania Bridges…Resident Y2J Nut." She smiled. She was about my height and had long black hair. It had blue streaks in it and she had brown eyes.

"Cool."

"Hey, you're new here, right?"

"Yeah, I just moved here a couple of weeks ago. I live with my dad."

"Where's your mom?"

"She…died."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thanks."

"Alright class, listen up, we have a new student with us today…this is McKenzie Winters. McKenzie, please stand up and tell us a little about your self." Mr. Oliver interrupted. I stood up and looked around the room.

"Well, I'm Mackie Winters, I'm 14, and I'll be 15 on Halloween. I moved here from Chicago. I'm a Wrestling freak, and I like to sing and I'm an ace on the snare."

"Snare?" a girl said, looking at me weird. I recognized her as Angela, Shane's ex from my history class.

"Snare drum…band?"

"Oh no guys, a Wrestling freak and a band geek!" she said, causing the class to laugh.

"Oh wow, like I haven't heard THAT one before. Come on dude, if you're going to insult me, at least come up with original material!" I said, rolling my eyes and sitting down.

"OOOOHHHHHH" the class said, laughing at Angela.

"Okay people…back to Math please?" Mr. Oliver said, smirking. "Today, we have page 89 as a warm up and we'll go over it in five minutes." We all got to work quickly, and I noticed Shania having trouble with her work.

"I can't do this crap!" she whispered.

"Need some help?" I said, leaning over.

"I have trouble with remembering the formulas."

"Oh, look. Triangle, the formula is ½ base times height. Square is base times height, so is parallelogram. Trapezoids are tricky; base1 plus base2 times the height." I said, writing them down on a separate sheet of paper and giving it to her.

"How'd you remember all of that?"

"Well, my mom used to make me learn one fact for school for each fact I learned about a superstar. So, I picked it up when I found out Batista's birthday last year."

"You mom seemed cool."

"She was awesome."

"Okay people, Times up."

We went over the warm up, and then we went into the lesson. During class, Shania asked me if I wanted to hang after school with her crew, since they were all nuts about Wrestling, and I said sure, we could hang at my grandparent's house.

"Why do you live with your grandparents?"

"My dad travels a lot with work, and I can't go with him all the time."

The bell rang and I got up to go to Music Appreciation. Shania showed me where it was and went on to French. I walked in and saw Shane already there, playing a guitar.

"Hey Shane." I smiled.

"Hey there Mackie. How was Geo?"

"It was aright. Mr. Oliver's pretty cool."

"Yeah, he's awesome."

"How long you been playing?" I said, motioning to the guitar in his hands.

"For as long as I could pick one up."

"I'm a drummer my self." I smirked, walking over to a drum set in the corner. I picked up the drum sticks and went into my own world, only playing the snare.

"That's freaking awesome dude, where'd you learn to play like that?"

"Dunno…I just can. I was in the band at my old school in Edmonton with all of my friends. I was on percussion with my boy James, my girl Courtney was a clarinet player, I friend Paul was a trumpet, and my homeboy Greg was a trombone player."

"You miss them, huh?"

"Yeah, I do, but it's cool…dad got me a cell with free long distance, so I can call them whenever I want."

"Hey, play that beat one more time; I just got an idea…"

"Alright." I started to play and Shane joined in on his guitar. Then suddenly, I heard a bass kick in, and I look over and see a guy playing a bass along with us. We sounded really good….it had that Punk kind of vibe, but it was still kind of hip hop-ish. Kind of like a Linkin Park song…We were having a good time, and as the rest of the class came in, we kept going. Some of the kids even started dancing. We were having a good time, until…

"ENOUGH!"

We stopped instantly and sat down. Standing at the door was the teacher…he looked pissed.

"What was that rubbish Mr. Easton? I know you were the culprit behind it, you always are…so are you Mr. Grayson."

"Mr. Langdon, it was just a jam session….we weren't doing anything wrong!" The guy on bass said.

"'Jam session' was it, Mr. Grayson? Well, your so-called 'jamming' is improper use of equipment…detention for you and Mr. Easton. Who was on the drums?" he said. I rolled my eyes and stood up.

"Well young lady, you have detention after school along with the two of them…pity, on your first day too. What's your name?"

"McKenzie Winters."

"Well, Ms. Winters, this is Music Appreciation. That means we appreciate musicianship, not tear it down with rubbish like what you were playing."

"With all do respect sir, isn't Music Appreciation about learning to except and appreciate different kinds of music instead of being a fan of only one specific kind? And if so, how are we in trouble be cause you won't do EXACTLY what the course you're teaching teaches US to do?" I said, getting kind of pissed, but not really showing it.

"Ms. Winters, that isn't music, its noise."

"Mr. Langdon, its MUSIC. It combines a baseline and a melody with percussion and lyrics…its music. It helps us to express ourselves….its music."

"Congratulations Ms. Winters, you just changed my mind. You and these young men don't have detention anymore." He said, nodding his head. Shane smiled and hugged me.

"You're awesome dude! No one's ever done that before!" the other guy said.

"Thanks, but I can't get detention yet….it's my first day! Now in a couple of weeks…I'll chill in detention" I smirked.

"Chris," he said, holding out his hand.

"Mackie."

"Mackie's the one I was telling you about in class man."

"You're the one that's related to JC?"

"JC…Oh! Yeah, he's my dad."

"So you've meet like, all of the superstars and junk?"

"Well, on Smackdown, yeah….I want to meet the RAW side though…I've only been living with dad for three weeks."

"You wanna sit with us at lunch?"

"Too late, I already asked her…she's already coming." Shane laughed.

"Good. Oh yeah, this girl Shania, in my Geometry class, she's pretty cool. Her and her friends are coming to hang out at my grandparents' place after school, you guys wanna come with?" I asked.

"Is she wearing a Jericho shirt?"

"Yeah!"

"We were already coming with. We're the friends, along with our friend Sammie…the WWE crew of JFK High." Chris laughed.

"And now you!" Shane said, winking at me.

"I'm apart of the crew?" I said, staring at him blankly.

"Well, you got us out to detention…that automatically puts you in."

"So what exactly does this crew do?"

"We watch every WWE show together…no questions asked at one of each other's houses, we have all out arguments on who's the best, we always have each other's backs and stick together no matter what. And most importantly…we save on our parent's cable bills by watching Pay-Per-Views together, alternating each month between us." Chris said.

"Oh, okay…I guess I can do that."

"OH! And once a week…you HAVE to wear some type of WWE Merchandise…wow, I guess today was your day huh?" he said.

I looked down at my t-shirt and laughed. "Yeah, I guess so!"

We went through our classes for the rest of the day, and it turned out, that Shania was in my Gym class along with Sammie, the other girl in the group, and one of them was in all of my classes; I was never alone!

When school was over, we walked down the hall to our lockers and got our stuff. While we were walking out of the school, my cell started to ring "Basic Thuganomics". I answered the phone smiling.

"I was wondering when you'd call…" I smirked.

"I almost called you at lunch!" dad laughed.

"Very funny…"

"So, how was school?"

"I almost got detention…"

"What'd you do?" he sounded amused.

"I had a jam session in Music Appreciation with some friends…"

"You got yourself some friends?"

"Yeah, they're awesome."

"Did you figure out how many friends you're bringing yet?"

"Yeah…Courtney, James, Paul and Greg." I said instantly.

"What about your new friends?"

"I don't know them well enough yet."

"Alright…just a thought."

"Oh yeah, Mr. Tangelo says I'm just like you." I said, causing Chris to laugh.

"Tangelo's still there? He was there when I was a freshman…he's gotta be like almost eighty now…"

"I know….he's a jerk! I was lost for like half of first period, and when I finally find his room, he's all…'you're late'. I was like, 'Sorry sir, I was lost.' He says, 'It doesn't matter young lady, you're still late'. He's a real ass."

"Mack…watch your mouth."

"Sorry dad."

"That's your dad?"

"Yeah Shane, it's my dad."

"Tell him if he doesn't beat JBL, the crew will probably cry." He joked.

"Dad, my friend Shane says if you don't bead JBL, he and the rest of the crew will cry."

"I'll win…no doubt about that…wait a minute…who's Shane?"

"This guy from school."

"How old is this guy from school?"

"Shane, how old're you?"

"I'll be 15 three days after Wrestlemania."

"He'll be 15 three days after Mania."

"What grade is he in?"

"Same as me dad, why?"

"I don't trust him…"

"Dad…Ya don't know him!" I laughed."

"So?"

"Anyway, me and the gang are going to hang at grandma and grandpa's house."

"Gang?"

"Dad, you know I'd end up making friends with the WWE nuts at JFK…The gang isn't really a gang dad, just a crew, or a team…a faction if you will. Five people; Shane, Chris, Sammie, Shania, and now me. We hang out and watch shows…stuff like that."

"Oh, I got scared for a second…alright baby girl, I'll call you later."

"Okay dad, tell everyone hey for me."

"Alright. Love ya."

"Love you too."

"Bye."

I hung up and walked with the group to the house. They fallowed me to the house and I opened the door to see grandma in the living room watching Oprah.

"Hi grandma!" I smiled. I kissed her on the cheek and she smiled up at me.

"Hello dear, how was school?"

"Great. This is Shane, Chris, Sammie and Shania. They're friends from school. Is it okay if they hang for a while? We'll watch RAW in the basement after we do our homework of course."

"Only if they each call their parents and they agree to help with dinner." She said, smiling.

"Deal!" they laughed.

"Come on up to my room guys." I said, going up the stairs. We went in the room and sat down and took out our books. I did my English while the others did their homework. I helped Shania in Geometry, and Shane helped me in History. We were done with hour homework by 5:30, and the guys called their houses. Shane used the phone first.

"Mom…yeah, it's me. There's a new kid at school…WWE fan. We're watching Raw over here tonight. Right around the corner from the school. I'll be home by 11:30, don't worry. It's only six blocks from home. Well….mom, I'll be fine. Okay, but if you're coming to pick me up, you can drop the guys off too. Alright, I love you too. Bye."

Shane hung up the phone and sighed.

"She's a real worry wart." He laughed. Shania laughed and then called her house.

"Uncle Pete? It's me. I'm hanging with the crew tonight. Shane's mom is dropping me off tonight. I already did my homework and everything. Let mom and pop know for me? Thanks, you're a real prince. See ya!" Sammie was next.

"Papa? It's me. I'm hanging with the crew tonight…Monday tradition." She smiled. "Yes sir. I don't know…maybe about 11:30 if Shane's dad drops me off. Alright. Love ya too. Kiss Laney and Hannah for me. Bye."

Chris grabbed the phone and called his house. I just stared because the whole conversation was in Italian, I think. He hung up and we went in the kitchen to help grandma with dinner, which was Spaghetti. We helped make the dinner and then ate it. The guys helped me clean the kitchen and then we went down in the basement. The basement was my favorite room in the house. It was laid out like a play room with a pool table in the far corner and a huge TV on the other side. There were a bunch of huge chairs in front of it, and a mini-fridge.

"Dude, your basement it so cool! This is officially the Gang's hang out!" Shane laughed, flopping into a huge chair.

"My grandpa sat this up when Dad was a teenager."I said, reaching into my pocket to answer my phone. It was Randy's theme song…I was floored. I put it on speaker phone and told everyone to shut up.

"Hello, Randy?"

"Orton?" Shane whispered. I nodded.

"Hey there Mackie. How was you're first day?"

"Awesome. I'm having a little trouble with one of my teachers, he's a dick." Everyone laughed.

"Mackie, does your dad let you say junk like that?"

"No, but what he don't know doesn't hurt him!" I smirked.

"Anyway, I was calling to check on ya. You're coming to Mania right?"

Damnit randy!

"Uh, yeah…I'm coming." I said, scratching my head.

"Cool. I heard you already made a few friends."

"Yeah. Guys say hi to Randy!"

"RKO, RKO, RKO, RKO, RKO!" They chanted into my phone, laughing.

"Hey guys. You have me on Speakerphone, don't you?"

"If I said no, would you believe me?"

"No."

"There's your answer."

"Oh man, it's 8:45…I gotta jet. Be good at school for me?"

"Now Randy, I can't make that promise!" I laughed.

"Be good at school. Please? For me?" he said, making me sigh.

"I'll try."

"Is that the best you can do?"

"Yeah."

"Well, that'll work. See you later girly."

"Alright Randy."

"Bye."

I hung up my phone and looked at Shania and Sammie, and we all just started shrieking.

"OH MY GOSH!" we screamed.

"He is SO Gorgeous!" I screamed.

"I know, he's like so beautiful!" Sammie laughed.

"I wish I were you!" Shania sighed. We fell on the floor laughing. Shane and Chris looked at us and scoffed.

"Girls." They said. Me and the girls looked at each other.

"Boys." We said. We turned on the TV and watched RAW.