So I guess you want me to continue? Your reviews made me want to update this as quick as I could! I want to thank you all so much! And most of all I want to thank Alph, because not only did they ask to add in a character but also said they could relate to Evan. Which makes me soooo happy knowing my story doesn't sound like total crack. lol
So Yeah, lol, remember I'm writing this from scratch, because I find my work sounds better on spur of the moment lol, however that works.
uh...ONWARD!

Warning: This story is Slash/Yaoi with shotacon (aka: little boy love). This fiction has teenage angst, awkward puberty developments, gay and bisexual desires, and of course all around good lemony love with all the workings.
Disclaimer: I don't own WWE. I don't own any pop culture that I reference here. And, most importantly, I don't condone sex with minors. This is fiction guys, it's considered a work of art.


Virginity Gone

Randy and Evan walked into the large cafeteria. Unlike their middle school, where the lunches were split up by what class you had during lunch period, high school was all grouped together. All four grades were present in the rectangular room. All students, and a good amount of teachers, the principle, the 2 vice principles, and the school's police officer. Randy mused that with the abundance of officials, the school must have had it's fair fights and brawls durning the dining experience. The boys hadn't actually been this close to an officer before. It was weird and cool, all at the same time!

"Where do we sit?" Evan asked quietly.

Randy shrugged. "I'm starving, so let's get food first, then we'll figure that out."

Evan gave his best friend a look. "How are you not fat? You eat all the time?"

Randy gave another shrug. His face was comical. His blue eyes looked up idly as his mouth was pursed to the side. "Well, my mama does say I'm a growing boy."

"Yeah, well, she means in height not in weight, you fatass." Evan laughed.

Randy glared at Evan. "I'm not fat..." he muttered, stepping in the line that was apparently for the pizza section. There was the pizza section, the nacho bar, the snack zone, and the deli counter. Who knew school lunch crews could be so creative with naming their work places?

Evan giggled now, stepping behind Randy. "I'm joking! Don't take it so seriously. You know I can't be truly mean."

"Yeah, I know. My best friend is the nicest guy in the world!" Randy smirked. Evan didn't like the devious look on Randy's face. "That's why, you'll buy me chips."

"Don't you have money?"

"Yeah, but a good friend buys food for those he cares about." Randy took a slice of pizza on a plate infront of him, shuffling the two steps to the register.

Evan shook his head, taking a slice for himself. "Maybe if you used this energy in class, instead of making me buy you snacks, you could actually pass all your classes this semester."

Randy cheesed a grin at the shorter boy. "I could...but where's the fun in that?"

After paying, the two freshmen saw a group of there friends sitting near the back, close to the windows, where sunshine was pouring in. At said table sat Melena, Mizanin, and Stephen Farrelly, the extremely pale, Ireland born, and taller than any freshman Evan knew. There were others there Randy and Evan either never talked to before or never even met before.

When they sat down, Melena took the job of introducing the others. "This is Cody Runnels, Adam Copeland, and Jay reso. They're sophmores." Then she pointed at Evan and Randy. "This is Matt Korklan and Randy Orton."

"Please, just call me Evan," Evan said with a smile, biting into his pizza, noticing Randy had already devoured half of his already. One day, Randy would get a stomachache from inhaling his food like that.

Jay, a blonde, most likely around 5 foot 11, rose a brow in question. "But isn't your name Matt?"

"Yeah..." Evan blushed lightly. Randy smirked at the red tint on the smallers cheeks. He found it very cute. Evan cleared his throat. "Uh... I like the name Evan more than I do Matt."

The other blonde sitting next to jay, Adam, who could stand eye to eye with the brunette, who was ingulfing the crust of his long gone pizza, sitting beside Evan. He was bulkier though. More muscle mass, of which puberty had yet to supply Randy with much thus far. Adam grinned, a canine manner to it, big and toothy. " Cool, so I'm not the only one who does that!" He held out a hand for Evan to high-five. Evan looked up, minorly shocked. Like Adam, he thought he was the only one who was weird enough to make people call him by a completely different name. "I go by Edge."

Mike scoffed. "What is this, a cheap version of a wrestling event?" he teased. His blue eyes rolled overdramatically. "It's Evan Bourne versus Edge for the Championship belt." his voice was loud and amusing. It was like he'd done that a few times before.

Randy whiped the greasy feel of pizza off his hands on his jeans before he wrapped an arm around Mike's neck. "Yeah, like you can talk Miz," Randy chided as he started to nuggie the smaller kid he was toying with. "And after Edge and Evan, it's the Miz against me, the sexiest fucker to walk the earth."

The table laughed. Randy let go of Mike with a sexy smirk. Cody, who had been quietly observing the new friends Adam, Jay, and Stephen made him meet, spoke. "So I'm guessing everyone here likes wrestling?" he asked, slight lisp coloring the words.

A wave of nods came from the other 6 boys and one girl. That was actually how they all were connected somehow. Edge, Cody, and Jay were part of the wrestling team at school. They had met Stephen at a wrestling event when it came to the city a few months ago. Melena, the sweet brunette with a peircing scream, was Stephen's neighbor, who had a love for watching Stephan's wrestling DVDs whenever she was over. Melena, Mike, Evan and Randy had all gotten to know eachother in school, their common bond of wrestling bringing them together.

Cody smiled, a small cute grin. "Cool!"

That's when Evan noticed the missing girl in their group. "Melena, where's Nattie?" he asked, swallowing the last bite of pizza.

"I think she's with TJ and her cousin Harry on the other side," Melena replied.

Miz shook his head. "Relationships suck, they always take you away from your friends."

Melena snorted. "That's because you don't know how to find a real girl that can hang out with your friends and have a great time. You only go for the bitches."

Stephan chuckled, voice already deeper then the others. "I'm sensing a lovers quarrel," he commented, heavy on the Irish accent.

Melena and Mike looked at him with deadly glares. "Never in my life," Melena scoffed.

"Melena give it up. We know you have the hots for Miz." Randy smirked. He saw the hateful look in Melena's eyes and shrugged. "Am I wrong?"

"You're so wrong." She stood and went to through out her trash. "This is why you guys haven't got girlfriends."

"Hey woah, I have a girlfriend!" Edge inputted, trying to difuse the tension Melena's new bad mood was causing.

Jay laughed at him. "Your pillow doesn't count."

"Oh ha ha," Edge sneered. "Well, I didn't know your mom was my pillow."

The group started the short chorus of "ohhhhhh." Jay's eyes narrowed. "That's so disturbing, in so many ways."

While the group broke into mini groups of chatter about summer and other different topics, Randy turned to Evan. "Chips?" he asked, like a child ready to cry. He even let his bottom lip tremble for added effect.

"Dude, I've known you since we were 7," Evan sighed, pushing Randy's face away from him. "The pout doesn't work on me and you know it." Nevertheless, Evan stood and started walking towards the snack zone on the otherside of the room.

As he was on his way, Cody was next to him, walking in step with him. "I need cookies. If I'm not sugar high for History class, I'll never stay awake."

Evan grinned. Cody was pretty comfortable to hang around. Though they've only known eachother for 15 minutes tops, Cody and Evan, the short and scrawny two, seemed to click. Must be the height thing, Evan mused. It wasn't a click like he and Randy had, but Evan could tell that Cody was a cool kid to chill with.

The line, though long, went quickly. They had walked away from the Snack zone, Cody with chocolate chip cookies and Evan with two bags of chips and his own cookies. The cookies were hidden in his pocket, though. He knew once he got to the table and Randy saw Cody with cookies, he would look at Evan with a pleading look. Randy plus food equals obsession. But what of it? Randy just loved to eat.

Just before reaching where he was sitting a bit ago, a hand reached out and grabbed the chips from him. "Thanks, Matt," Otunga said grinning. He passed the chips back to This tall senior with dark slicked back hair and a crooked nose. Evan looked at him with big brown eyes.

"Dave, what the hell?" Evan cried.

The tall guy and a few others stood along side Otunga. "Well, I must say, freshman will do anything to hang out with us, huh boys?" He opened one of the bags and began eating from it.

Cody stepped back, knowing their damage. But Evan, poor innocent Evan, knew not. He took on a fighting stance as he faced all 6 of the tall strong men. His usually kind eyes were narrowed with anger. He might be small but he was quick. And when Evan got mad, it was like a ticking time bomb. He growled.

"Look at that, Stuart, he wants to fight us," one of the other guys said, one with a mocha colored skin and dark hair with blonde highlights.

When Stuart smirked an evil smirk, the others followed. He popped another chip in his mouth before setting it on the table they were sitting at.

Before he could step foward and toss the freshman into the nearby trash can, a strong hand came out and blocked passage.

"Lay off, Bennett."

It was the guy who Evan had bumped into earlier, before first period. Cena's jaw clenched as he stared Stuart down. "Give the kid the other bag. If you're so hungry, I'll buy you BurgerKing."

Stuart didn't even look at Cena, keeping his eyes on Evan. He backed away, though. Without really looking for the bag, he found them next to the open one and tossed it to the still angry short freshman. "Are you his guardian angel, John?" He asked.

John rolled his eyes, removing his hand, sensing the safe aura coming to. "I just don't feel like seeing the kid stuffed in a trashcan."

Stuart's eyes flashed at John. It was too quick for anyone to really notice. "Whatever you say."

When Stuart and his group sat back down at the table and continued conversations like nothing had just happened, Cena looked down at Evan with a smile, dimples in view for all. "Stand down, killer," he said in an amused tone.

But Evan didn't relax until he felt a familiar hand on his arm. He looked up and saw Randy, who was just as pissed off as Evan had been, if not more. Evan hated the pissed off Randy. He was reptile-like. Head bent, causing shadows to line his jaw and high cheeks. Eyes, normally a light blue, becoming steely. Mouth stiff and in a straight line.

When Evan heard the feirce growel coming from his best friend, who's eyes were square on Stuart's broad back, he knew he had to take Randy to sit down. So he opened the bag of chips and waved the orange cheese colored dorito infront of the focused stare. Randy blinked and relaxed, body no longer rigid. Evan grinned. "Wake up and eat the chips, before I eat them myself," he teased.

Randy nodded, took the chips and walked away, knowing Evan would soon follow. And Evan did, after turning to John and throwing up a peace sign. "Thanks."


After lunch ended, They had another class to head to before phys-ed.

But once in the gym, Randy felt at home! He loved Gym class, he didn't have to cram useless math problems and definitions into his head. All he had to do was toss a ball around, run a few miles, and swim sometimes. Life was easy.

Randy went to the bleachers, like everyone else was doing, scanning for Evan, but not seeing him. He hadn't gotten there yet. So Randy slowly walked to the friends he could see, which weren't many. Stephen and Mike, that was pretty much it. Everyone else sitting on the wooden planks, risen on old iron rods, above a nasty grey panted cement set of stairs, were strangers or people he just couldn't give two shits about.

Randy sat next to Mike, who sighed dramatically. "God! I'm stuck with you here, too? First we have history together (a/n no pun intended), now we have phys-ed? God, I'm going to despise this semester."

Stephen shook his head. "Oh stop your bitching," he said, tiredly. "You're just jealous that Orton, here, can literally kick your ass around the track outside like you're a damn football."

"Is that some kind of Irish humour?" Miz asked, hits of attitude glowing in his tone. That was usual for him, though. He had more attitude then the girls sometimes. Which is why his and Melena's fights were the hysterical part of thier times together.

Randy said nothing but chuckled whenever Stephen said something insulting towards Miz and the shorter man could only respond in crappy comebacks.

While he sat, his blue eyes caught the sight of the guy who had stopped that jackass from beating Evan up. Randy couldn't remember his name now. He remembered hearing it. What was it? Hm, no bother. Randy didn't feel like racking his brain to remember the name of the senior he sat next to in math class. Unless the guy was smart enough to cheat off of, Randy and other classmates, that weren't his friends, weren't any of his concern really. Sure he was greatful that the guy helped Evan -Lord knows for such a scrawny kid, Evan had the fighting energy in him. But Evan would get pulverized by those idiot monkies that had cornered him and Cody at lunch.

But see, Randy wasn't a really friendly person. Evan, Mike, and Stephen were really the only guys he talked to. Why have many frineds with no meaning when you have a few awesome friends that would punch the lights out of anyone who dared step forward with a threat of bullying? Heck, and that was only Melena! When Stacey Keibler had broken up with Randy, Melena was hot on her huge ass, ready to knock the shit out of her. Those were his friends. And the only reason he had them was because of Evan and his friendly grin and hyper talks of doing flips and jumps off turnbuckles.

This guy, the one that saved his best friend, he had Randy's thanks. And maybe a few glances. The guy had a charm to him. He had this persuasive and amused grin that showed off dimples, from what Randy could see at the moment.

Wait! Woah? Was Randy checking the guy out? Randy shook the thought away quickly. Randy was so confused about life now. This was worse then during the summer when he and Evan went in Randy's pool, and he got turned on by the sight of Evan's cute nipples getting hard with the cold water. God, did he have problems or what? Randy had a short temper, a best friend complex, and now he was kind of checking out some random guy. Did God hate him or something?

When Evan sat beside him with a grin, Randy came out of his thoughts. Evan watched for a moment as Stephen and Miz were still bickering, before snickering.

A moment of studying the Gym took up the boy's time. It wasn't all that big. The cafeteria was bigger. But it would make do for a gymnasium anyway. By the banner hanging off the wall opposite them, the gym was named after some guy named "Ted Dibiase" whoever that was. The lights gave this orange glow to everything, clashing with the faded blue paddings on the walls under the basketball hoops.

"So do you have any homework?" Randy asked out of the blue.

"Nope!" Evan smiled.

"Good then you can help me with my Math and history homeowrk."

Evan patted Randy on the head, feeling the hard gelled hair against his fingertips. "What would happen to you if I weren't around?"

Randy laughed, pretending to threaten Evan with a punch. "I'd be hungry and still in middle school."

Evan eyes widened a little bit as he remembered something. "Oh yeah!" He dug into the pocket on his right leg and took out a sandwhich bag with three cookies in them. "I forgot to give you these." He took one for himself, quickly stuffing the big thing in his mouth before the teacher, who was passing by, saw it and told him to throw them out.

Randy broke out a smile. "Aw!" He took the cookies and ate them happily. "You're the best. If it wasn't gay or awkward I would kiss you right now."

Evan scrunched his nose. "Please don't kiss me." He didn't see the pain cross over Randy's eyes as the taller began the second cookie of chocolatey goodness. "I really don't feel like ending the first day of school marked as a fag."

Ouch. The sting of pain and pressure coming from Randy's heart. But Randy won't tell Evan how his words hurt him. That would be stupid.

The teachers began going over the rules. Every so often a joke about kids who had stayed back snuck into their speech but other than those few instances, the talk was as everyother talk that day had been. Predictable and boring. Right, right, they got it the first time they heard it. No food, drinks, and electronics in class. Don't wear jackets, hang them in your locker. Don't wear revealing clothing. Dang and Randy was thinking about coming in a thong, he mentally quipped, sarcasm strong even in his mind.

"Tomorrow, start bringing a change of clothes for gym." Randy smirked. Yes, tomorrow he can start the show of his amazing physicality. But when he saw Evan frown, he knew Evan was hating gym already.

Randy didn't get it. He truly didn't. Why was Evan so self conscious about his body? He looked beautiful to Randy. Well, Evan could be wearing a chicken suit and Randy would still want to ravage him senseless.

"You guys can play a short game of basket ball on the left side of the court or soccer on the right side, for the rest of the period. Today won't be counted on your average." That was the last thing the teachers cared to say before going to sit down in a table they had set up across from the bleachers, chatting away.

Stephen Jumped up and grinned that grin that only he, the ghost pale red haired boy, could do. Small, yet big enough to know it's a grin and not a just a smile. "Alright, fellas, I'm off to show these Americans how a real sport is played!" Before the other guys could shake there head in disapproval, he was down the bleachers to the right half of the gym where a good group of kids were. They had enough to play a good game of indoor between two teams.

Randy looked at Evan and smirked. "You gonna play basketball with me and Mike?" Evan shook his head and instead made himself comfortable sitting on the step inbetween the benches. The taller shrugged. "Suit yourself. But make sure you watch me school these fuckers. I could teach you a thing or two."

Evan resisted rolling his eyes. Randy wasn't even that good. "yeah, I'll make sure to watch," he said, sarcastically.

A look was sent his way before Randy and Miz went down the bleachers to the left half of the court, standing against the matted walls waiting to be chosen for teams.

Evan could hear Mike talking about how awesome he was. It made Evan snicker. Mike was such a dumbass sometimes.

John was one of the captains the other was this big guy, Mark Henry. And when John thought big, he meant big! Cena went down the line, of course picking the players that looked good. When there were 4 guys left, Cena eyed Randy. "You, with the arrogant looking face and metalica shirt, let's go!" He called, making a show of pointing to his fantastic looking makeshift team. "You are the next contestant on the 'Who wants to be on the greatest team of all!'"

Randy sneered. He walked to the line and looked at his best friend. Evan sat on the bleachers, looking like he was holding in all his laughter. Apparently he heard the tease Randy had gotten. Orton glared and chucked the bird at the sitting boy.

Even though the game was short and the score was John 5 baskets and Mark 4, it gave Randy a work out.

Panting, Randy went up to where Evan was still sitting, waiting. Randy wiped the sweat from his face on his hands. He then found it hilarious to wipe his now sweaty palms across Evan's shirt and arms. Evan tried to get away from Randy's stenchy sweat. "God! that's so gross. Get away!" And even though he was yelling and blocking his face from Randy's vengful long hands, he was laughing. Once Randy was done torturing Evan and Miz and Stephen had stopped laughing at their antics. Evan smacked Orton upside the head. "You're an ass," Evan sighed grabbing his bag from beside him.

"yeah, what can I say," Randy started, holding a hand out to help Evan up. "The attitude just comes with having a huge dick."

Evan looked at him, mouth open in disbelief. "That's a total lie. I've seen you in those tiny things you call underwear, Orton. Don't over exagerate."

Behind them they could hear Miz and Stephen dying from holding in their laughter. "Checking me out now, Ev?" Randy asked, wiggling his eyebrows in an expresive manner.

Evan rolled his eyes. "Not checking you out," Evan smirked. He could be very evil sometimes. "I wondering why Stacy broke up with you and came down to the conclusion it's cuz you have a winkie."

It was Randy's turn to stare, mouth wide open. He snapped out of it when he heard a voice behind him say "Wow, that's gotta bring your pride down a few notches."

Randy looked over his shoulder and saw that guy. What was his name...?

John patted Randy's shoulder, which the freshamn didn't appreciate. "Tough," John said, with a consoling tone.

"Don't feel bad for him," Evan said to John. "I buy his cookies and chips and the asshole wipes his sweat on me. He should have known it was coming."

Randy regained his composure by then. "Ev, don't lie, you know you want me. Who wouldn't want this?" Miz proudly raised his hand. Randy looked at him like he was stupid. "Miz put your hand down, the only reason you don't want my sexy body-" he ran his hands down his torso with a smirk,"-is because you like Melena."

And before anyone could realize it, Randy had moved focus onto Mike. Which led to Mike and Stephen arguing about the fact that Mike had the biggest crush on thier friend.

That was when Randy looked over at John with questioning eyes. John was all smiles.

"Just wanted to say sorry for my friend earlier," John said, looking over at Evan. "He's a real fuck-face sometimes. He likes to pick on the weak." From the fighting look on Evan (and Randy's face) John held his hands up in defense. "No offense! Just saying that Bennett is the all mightly villian so he goes after anyone who can't match his size."

The bell rang just then. Students shuffled out of the gym, most leaving the school enitirely, estatic that the day was over. John turned to leave when his he heard Killings calls him from the end of the bleachers. He had to buy Stuart Bennett a burger now. But before he actually started walking down the bleachers, he turned to Evan and Randy with dimples on full voltage. "By the way, I"m John Cena."

"Randy," The tall freshman responded. he pointed at his shorter counterpart. "That's Matt."

Evan punch Randy's arm hard. Randy responded with a curt ow. "Ew, don't call me that." His big brown eyes looked at Cena. "My friends call me Evan."

John pursed his lips but didn't question anything. he nodded then went on his way, leaving the freshman to walk out of the classroom at their own pace. Last thing he heard was Randy say "I need to go to my house first, to water my mom's frickin' plants."

John mused over the pair he had just become aquainted with. There was Evan, who was adorable and quite obviously still in the early stages of puberty. John even had the passing thought of how hairless Evan's body had to be. Even though it felt majorly perverted to think so, he knew he wanted to know. And Evan had this fighting spirit to him that was calling John. He had a kink for a challenge. And Randy was this tall, lean, handsome boy, with the 'who the fuck are you?' attitude. And that went very well with the protective vibe he had over Evan. Either Cena had amazing sensing skills or he his gut feeling was falsly telling him taht Randy had more for Evan then just friendship.

A challenge they would be. And a challenge Cena wanted. Teenage hormones were a strange thing. Tey could make you the prey or they could make you the hunter. And Cena was on his hunt. He wouldn't give up until he had Evan's cute smile pressed against his lips and Randy's heated stare on his. High school was the breeding ground of hormonal awkwardness and puberty driven lust. John was no excpetion. And sure it wasn't really his character to go after little boys who had no idea what they were in store for -JOhn hardly knew what he was in store for. He only had sex once, and that was with a girl! Boys were new to John. Not new feelings but new experiences. But...

Never give up. That was Cena's motto after all. This was going to be an interesting year.


So...? What do you guys think? It's kind of travelling off the road I had pictured for it originally, but it's not bad.
Please review! hey inspire me! and please comment, critic, question, ideas, w/e just no flames, the only flamers I like are the kind taht come in sexy male form.

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