So I didn't get many reviews for the last chapter. That makes me sad. I don't work well when I'm sad. =/
But I guess I'll update this. I don't know if it'll be a long chapter. I'm making it up as I go right now lol.
So uh...ONWARD PUTAS!
Warning: Shotacon. Angst. Puberty. Gay and Bisexual dilemas. Swearing. And violence (not death and arms exploding off violoence, but the kind that makes you shake your head in shame).
Disclaimer:I don't own WWE. I don't own any pop culture that is mentioned here. I don't condone violence or bullying. If you have problems, seek help, not punches. I don't condone underage sex. Keep in your pants until you're old enough to have a nice job and a home for yourself. Not Betaed You're warned.
They had stopped and looked at eachother, eyes talking in understanding. They knew what both had in mind. And in common bond, they shook hands. Randy was glad for the help, Cena just didn't want to pass up the chance to feel Orton's hand in an oblivious way.
Then they went out into the hall way just in time to see Bennett push Evan down to the floor, with a grin on his face.
Evan looked up at Bennett with a seriously angry face. He was sick of feeling defenseless. But what was he supposed to do? Bennett was big enough to break him in half.
"Sorry, there," Stuart smirked, eyes narrowed in amusement. "I didn't see you there. You're so short, mate."
Evan stood slowly, wiping off whatever may have attached to jeans from off the dirty school floor.
Evan was short. Lord, he knew that already. Why do people insist on picking out the obvious. The obvious of which made Evan very self-conscious.
He stood tall, despite being a foot and more shorter then Stuart Bennett, the resident school bully. Evan had a pride to defend. He may be small, but dammit he wasn't weak. No matter how much Bennett tried to break Evan, the highflying wrestler to be would put a fight. He had to. He had to defend himself. If not now, then when? It was the perfect opportunity since Bennett's lackies were still in the lunch room.
"I'm not short," Evan sneered. "You're just overly stupid to know how to use your eyes."
Stuart's head flickered a bit to tilt ever so slightly, as if being hit by the comment. He scowled before Pushing Evan into a Locker next to them. "Shut your mouth," He whispered loudly. He couldn't afford to alert anyone mere feet away in the Cafeteria. He'd be in deep trouble if anyone caught him kicking the shit out of this freshman.
That's when he caught movement to his side. John Cena and that other freshman kid stood there. John looked angry, but the other kid looked down-right pissed off. He looked ready to cut his head off with a rusty spoon.
Bennett realized he was alone. But that could easily change. He looked into the cafeteria door close to him, letting go of Evan for the moment, Evan slumping down to sit on the floor. Bennett stuck his head in the door and looked at his mates, sitting, eating and chatting. Otunga notcied him first and whispered hastily to the others and they stood and headed out the door to the waiting Bennett.
Evan didn't even notice the crew of idiots. Instead he was trying to look away from John and Randy. He felt sick. They had to come to his rescue, no matter how much he tried to avoid it. He looked to his lap.
He was torn out of his self pity party when Someone grabbed his arm and stood him up. It was Randy. He was holding on to his arm with a death grip. Evan looked up to see the face he never really liked. He hated When Orton was angry. His cheeks hollowed out with his heavy breathing, a drak shadow cast over his eyes and his body became rigid, and yet held a fluidity at the same time. He reminded Evan of a snake everytime he was like this. It sometimes scared the crap out of Evan. Randy was very unpredictable in this state of anger.
Randy didn't even look down at Evan, his icey blue hues were focused solely on Stuart Bennett and his group of stupid sidekicks. He could really hurt Stuart right then and there. Who dare touch Evan like that? Those who even made Evan one bit troubled would feel the death glares of his best friend,the man who secretly loved Evan Bourne. "Ev, if you don't kick his ass, I will."
Evan blicked up at Randy. Randy was giving him the choice to defend himself or get defended? Did Randy realize that this was Evan's fight, not his. Did Randy understand how important to Evan it was to beat up Stuart by himself? If Randy did get it, Evan mused, he had matured. And here Evan thought it was just his body and not his brain.
"I'll do it," Evan said firmly. Randy let go of him and took a step back to where John Cena stood. Cena was looking at Evan with a calculated gave Evan had seen before but never quite understood before.
John then nodded his head at the group of Bennett and his lap-dog warriors. You take Bennett and we'll hold back the others." After Evan and Randy agreed, John continued speaking. "But make it some good shots, because I'll shout for the teachers in the Cafe, and we can tell them it was self-defence. That way you won't get in as much trouble. Got it?"
Evan and Randy nodded curtly before John adn Randy went to stand before Bennett and company.
"Hey, Bennett, I think it's time for you to fight your own battles," John said to the tall Brit. "So, me and Randy, here, will babysit your friends, while you'll get your ass kicked."
Bennett laughed out loud at the thought. "That little shit won't even make a scratch on me."
"I wouldn't bet on that," said the icey , deepening voice, of the angry snake-like Randy Orton.
Stuart didn't even spare Orton a look as he walked over to where Evan still stood, towering over him. "Come on you little shit..."
But Evan didn't move. He waited. Evan was smart enough to know to not make the first move. Even though Stuart already pushed him down, Evan was taking caculated moves.
Bennett got tired of waiting and made the first move. He pushed Evan down as harshly as he could. He turned back to his friends and John and Randy with a look of triumph. "Told you, he can't lay a scrathc on m-!"
Right then Evan slammed his shoulder in Bennett's middle. The tall boy doubled over in half-pain half-surprise. In that position Evan Swept his leg up and hit Bennett to the side of the head, making him fall to the floor.
Evan didn't spare a second. He had this. bennett was going down. And Evan felt all his stree just drain out of his pissed off punches to Bennett's face. Stuart triend to cover his face the best his could, only letting some of Evan's punches slip through in failure.
With a smirk, Evan stood back up, looking down at his handy work of a swollen eye and a busted up lip. And then he turned to face behind him, winked at Randy as the taller freshman watched, and Jumped up and back-flipped right onto Bennett's unsuspecting body.
Cena let go of Bennett's stunned posse and went to stand over the fallen senior. He was glaring at Bennett with hate. God, everyone hated Bennett, that idiot. He thought he was the best in the world, the cat's meow. But he was nothing but a loser in a small city in Missouri. Bennett was a worthless guy who made everyone feel like shit. The only reason he had friends was because of his power and persuasive brittish accent. ...That bastard. "Hey, Bennett? Fuck you and the horse you rode in on." Randy stiffled his snort of amusement at that statment.
Then John went to call the teachers and Randy went to hold Evan back from anymore damage. Evan breathed heavily, chest heaving.
The teachers came running, along with curious classmates. "What happened!" all the teachers asked in a rushed and messy chorus.
John explained quickly, using his good speaking skills to persuade. "Matt was walking to the bathroom when Stuart pushed him down and he even called over his friends to help out. Me and Randy made sure the other boys didn't hurt Matt but Stuart got free and pushed Matt down again. I think this has been going on for a while because Matt looked so scared. But then Matt defended himself and landed a few punches on Stuart. It's all Stuart fault. He provoked it. We were just lucky that they didn't really hurt Matt."
The teachers all nodded at him. They were dazzled by his blue eyes, handsome face, and stirdy voice. But Bennett's friends started yelling that John was lying and they all start to sputter their own stories.
"No, it's true." Some student Evan and Randy had never seen before, stepped forward from the crowd at the doors near them. "Cena's telling the truth. I saw it from where I was sitting. Bennett pushed that kid down and called him names and stuff."
A teacher stood infront of the boy asking him why he didn't tell them about the fight when he first saw it. "It's none of my business," the kid shrugged.
Randy and Evan looked at him warrily. What was his catch. The kid was normal height, huge bags under his eyes, the words Drug Free were written with sharpie on his knuckles and an X on each hand. He was dressed all in black and he was holding a bottle of pepsi in his hand, occasionally sipping at it.
Just then the bell rang, and the other kids slowly started to get to their classes, teachers pushing them away. The school officer grabbed Evan and other teachers took Bennett and started down the stairs to the main office.
John looked at the kid who vouched for his story. "Phil," Cena said nodding in aknowledgement. The kid, Phil, raised his drink in response, as if saluting him.
Eventually John, Randy, and Bennett's crew sat silently in the Main Office waiting to be taken in and questioned by the principle and the officer.
In the end, Evan was suspended for 3 days, Stuart for 2 weeks. But during those days of Suspension for the both, more kids came up to the office to admit that Bennett had been terrorizing them, too, and he suffered a more severe sentance. One of being expelled from the school. No one pressed charges on him, though Cena hoped they would, so Bennett wouldn't end up in jail.
When Evan came back to school after he served his 3 days of suspension at home with no TV, games, friends, computor, junk food, and doing countless chores, he found himself being highfived in the hallway.
Apparently beating up Stuart Bennett made you a known name in the halls of his high school. And being popular even in the slightest, was totally okay with Evan Bourne. As long as he kept his pride and kept his best friend, Randy, Evan was all good.
About a week after the fight, Cena, Hennigan, and Killings were skipping the first period of classes so as to have breakfast at IHop. They were sure to make it back before advisory and then at the end of the day, go to detention with no notice to their parents. Actually, their folks wouldn't know about their multiple breakfasts until report cards came out for the semester, in December. So John was totally okay with that. At least he wouldn't grounded just yet. He was just finished with the last grounding.
The smell of pancakes was strong and sweet. They could hardly contain their drool when ordering. It had been a while since they done this...actually not since the first week of school. Now it was almost November. IHop was decorated with halloween nicknacks and paper cats and pumpkins. It only added to their drooling. It was almost 'binge on candy' party time.
When their food got to the table, they started to talk about Halloween. John hadn't been in Saint Louis yet, this time last year. So he didn't know what the deal would be with people. Would there be parties? Didn't older kids go trick or treating unlike his neighborhood at home, where that was frowned upon, a grown teen going door to door asking for the candy meant for little kiddies in cute costumes.
Hennigan answered John's question without him even needing to ask it. "So, Teddy's having his famous unsupervised Halloween bash."
Cena looked up from his Rooty Tooty Fresh 'N Fruity, swalloing a peice of pancake and strawberries. "Is this a costume party or just a regular party?"
Hennigan chuckled. "Costumes are optional, but really, it's only the girls that wear costumes on halloween anymore. And God bless them for it."
It was Ron's turn to laugh. "Nothing says good old trick or treatin' like girls in tiny angel and nurse costumes. It's always a happy holiday for me."
The other two nodded in agreement. As John Cena dug back into his plate of pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, and strawberries and warm blueberries. It created a sweet taste in his mouth. He enjoyed it emensely. He didn't pig out of sweet stuff all that much, since he was usually on a diet for football and lifting weights to build up his body.
Hennigan and Killings started talking about some girl they saw from last year at Teddy's party, a girl from another school. That's how infamous the party was. Girls from other schools in skimpy costumes came. Probably to throw themselves at good ol' rich kid, Ted Dibiase Junior, but there either way. With that conversation being nothing Cena really knew about, he zoned out and thought about halloween in general. He wondered if Evan and Randy were going. He'd have to ask them.
But wasn't that being too forward? He barely knew them. He had class with them and helped Randy out in math class. But other than that, John Cena was a stranger in some sense to the two freshmen. How awkward was it going to be asking them if they were going to a party. They weren't even friends...yet. John wouldn't rest until he found some way to be close to those beautiful two.
Thoughts stirred in his mind. Damn his creative imagination. He started to picture cute Evan dressed as a handsome white winged angel, the kind you find in some girly anime. ...Not that he watched girly anime. Nope, just the hardcore action stuff, with blood, gore, swearing, and maybe ninjas. And then Randy would be a dark angel. John could just picture it. Evan's lean frame clothed in a delcate white button up shirt, a silver chain cross around his neck, wings of milk white behind him, and a pair of soft grey jeans hanging off his thin hips. Like an angel of grace to the modern gay boys of today. And Randy would be a picture of simularity, but in black and dark grey, a chain of black metal around his neck with the cross upside down to show it's darkness, the sturdy body of the boy fitted by the dark cast of his raven like feathers. Cena could even imagine them as those actual angels and not some crappy makeshift halloween costumes. They were angels to his imagination. It was ironic that the boy with dark eyes of chocolate was the white angel and the one with icey blue eyes was the dark angel. It was ironic, and hot all at the same time.
He shook his head softly, dispelling the thoughts. He was going crazy thinking about those two. How the hell did this mostly closeted tall, muscular, handsome bi-sexual football player senior fall in love with 2 boys at the same time? How was that even possible? Damn his heart for pounding harshly in his chest whenever the two walked by and greeted him with happy smiles and grins.
He frowned as he finished off his food. He couldn't help it, though. Randy and Evan were just amazingly perfect. And even though Cena barely knew them, he just knew they were as wonderful as he pictured.
Hennigan, Killings, and Cena left the restaurant and leaned against the back of Killings' truck. They had time before they should start heading back and Ron wanted to have a smoke. He didn't smoke much, but occasionally the cigarette was in his mouth.
"So, I noticed Bennett's boys are lost without him," Killings pointed out from their peaceful silence.
Hennigan shifted from where he sat on the door of the truck bed. "Yeah, I noticed that, too. ...Especially, that red headed one. What was his name again? I never really cared enough to remember."
Killings flicked the ashes from the cigarette with a flick of his wrist. "I don't know, lil' Jimmy?" he said, in all seriousness.
Cena and Hennigan snickered. "Man, you call everyone lil' Jimmy, if you don't know their name," Cena commented.
Killings looked at Cena as he took a drag. "Do you prefer Big Jimmy? Senor Jimmy? Medium sized Jimmy?" He asked, blowing the smoke from his lungs with a smirk.
"What if it's a girl?" Hennigan asked, pointing at Ron as if trying to make his comment stronger.
"Mama Jimmy or Miss Jimmy, duh." Ron took another drag.
And then they all started to laugh loudly. It was good times like this with Hennigan and Killings that gave Cena some time away from his ever frequent Evan and Randy thoughts.
"So when you gonna make a move, Cena?" Killings asked, not looking at the man he spoke to, but instead to the cars passing tem by on the street.
Cena looked at him with curious eyes, totally lost by that question. He looked over at Hennigan to see if he had a clue to what Ron was talking about, but Hennigan shrugged in responce. "What hell are you talking about, Truth?"
"Them boys, Tall freshmen Jimmy and lil Jimmy who kicked Bennett's ass." Killings said, as if thatcleared anything up. He sighed and dropped the cigarette to the floor, smashing it with the heel of his black Timberland boot. "I'm askin' you, when're you goin' ta make your move on 'em?"
All blood drained from Cena's face. How... had-? Cena hadn't told anyone in Saint Louis about his Bi-sexual tendancies. He had always imagined the southern states were less aproving of gays then Massachusetts. So he kept it quite. It would have eventually come out to those he cared about, but he didn't like annoucing it. He's seen the way the simple fact changes some people's opinion on someone. John excepted himself, and even had told his family...to an extent. They kind of knew. But none of his friends in his new school knew. The only question was how did Truth know?
Ron turned his eyes from the cars and looked at the surprised Cena. "I know I ain't wrong. I seen the way you look at them. Man, I think I saw you drool, one time. Truth."
Hennigan looked back and forth from Killings to Cena. He was completely out of this conversation. "What the fuck are you talking about, man? You're making Jay look like that really white freshman kid."
Ron pulled out another smoke, sensing a tense moment. He should have just kept his mouth shut. As he lit up, he locked eyes with Cena for a second before looking back out at the street, crossing one arm over his chest, the other holding the cancer stick to his lips. "Not my truth to tell," he muttered.
Cena looked away from Hennigan's glare. Hennigan must have felt like the last to know. He probably thought Cena and Truth ahd shared a secret and didn't tell him about it. But Cena swore Killings had just...known. He didn't even say anything about his sexuality, nor Evan and Randy, to him.
What was that thing Killings said all the time. It was like his motto. Besides, "That's the truth." Killings had a thing for truth. Cena had a feeling he was lied to alot before and now only wants to hear the truth from everyone. That's why everyone called him Truth.
Truth always said, "The truth shall set you free." Cena mused how that might be right. Maybe if Cena told at least his friends, he'd feel freeness to express his feelings, even just a little. He didn't want togross them out talking about guys.
Cena sighed and looked back up to see Hennigan intently staring at him and Killings. "Guys, I'm bi-sexual." As blunt as can be.
Hennigan looked at him for a minute and frown. Cena was sure Hennigan would jump from where he sat and run away. Then again Cena had an overactive imagination sometimes. "Why didn't you tell me?" Hennigan asked, eyebrows furrowed. He raked his hair from out of his face and continued looking at Cena.
"I thought you guys would hate me, or whatever," Cena admitted. He wasn't so much ashamed by his news. More like he was indifferent to it. In MA he would tell whoever inquired the information. He had no point hiding it to them, especially since he had so many friends who were the same and knew he would ahve them to fall back on if he was taunted. But in Saint Louis, that was new ground, from what Cena's seen, not many openly gay teens. "You guys also never asked."
Killings shrugged. "Not big enough a deal to ask about, man." He puffed another breath of tar scented smoke out of the corner of his mouth, filling the air next to Hennigan, who idly waved his hand to make the smoke move away from him. "It ain't like it changes anything. I don't care if you gay, straight, bi, tri, tranny, as long as you chill and you don't try to touch me, I'll be okay."
Cena grinned and mocked hurt. "Aw, there goes my fun." He was joking of course. Ron was cool, but not Cena's type.
Killings chuckled. "Yeah, Cena. You keep your boy loving hands away from my pants." Cena chuckled and nodded in understanding.
"I don't know, dude," Hennigan muttered. He looked like he was in deep thought.
Cena looked at Hennigan in fear of losing his friend. He never faced this before. He never lost a friend because of his sexuality. He didn't know how he would take it. But, Truth looked calm and confident about what Hennigan was going to say.
Finally, Hennigan made a face like he was slightly grossed out. "Trannies freak me out."
Killings rolled his eyes. "You ever meet and tranny?" Hennigan shook his head. Ron continued with, "Don't judge 'til you met one. They just like you an me, but they hate they bodies."
Hennigan started to explain how he could never get that. He had never gotten the whole uncomforatble in your body type deal.
With blue eyes wide and amused, Cena watched his friends exchange a mature dicussion on transgendered and transsexual people. It was odd to hear talk about stuff not involving getting laid, football, or wrestling. It was definately uncommon.
Cena was feeling much more relaxed around them at the moment. In his old home he didn't have to worry about this stuff. This was a new battle won for him.
After a second of silence where Truth had somehow shut Hennigan up on the matter, he turned to Cena and dragged his cigarette. "You ain't answer me, yet, Jay. When you gon' make you're move?"
"On who?" Hennigan questioned before Cena could answer Killings. Hennigan was still lost on the whole making a move and on whom.
Killings was about to say that lil' Jimmy crap again but Cena saved them a headache. "He's talking about the kid who beat up Bennett and his friend. Evan and Randy."
Hennigan nodded. "You like them both? Which one you gonna go for?"
"Who said he had to chose, go fo' both," Killings added in with a smirk. "It ain't gon' hurt none to try."
Cena shook his head as he chuckled. He shifted on the truck bed, hands gripping the edge near his legs. " Yeah, I like'em both. ...I don't what to do about them, though. I can't just go up to them and just grab there asses and wink. Life doesn't work to well like that."
A puff of laughter came from both Truth and Hennigan. "That would sure be a sight to see!" Hennigan exclaimed.
Ron gave him a look. "Man, you needa come out the closet, too?"
Hennigan stuck out his tongue mockingly at Killings. "Not what I meant, douchebag. It's not like I wanna see some guys all flirt and grab eachother..." He looked at Cena with an apologetic look. "No offense. Just not my thing." Cena laughed and waved his hand to say he wasn't offended. "I just think that would be the funniest thing I've seen in a long time, dude. It would cause a scene across the school."
Ron nodded as if he wasn't convinced. "Don't lie to yourself. The truth shall set you free, Johnny." He smirked as Hennigan gave him an aggrivated look.
Hennigan always got upset when people called him gay. He always heard it because of his long hair and his tanning care. But he wasn't gay, so it shouldn't be an insult to call him that, it should be a damn misunderstanding!
John snapped his fingers in rejection. "Dang and here I thought since I couldn't touch Truth, I'd be able to touch you, Johnny boy."
"Dammit, he comes out and now he won't stop flirting with us," Hennigan whined. "I have a feeling this is going to be uncomfortable for a while."
"It doesn't have to be uncomfortable," Cena said with a low voice. He winked at Hennigan, playfully. His tone then became slightly more feminine. "I can make you as comfortable as you want to be, sweetie."
Killings busted out laughing, choking a bit on the smoke he had inhaled during. He clutched his stomach and patted Hennigan on the shoulder in pity. "Man, this gon' be a fun time from now on. That's the truth."
Cena grinned, eyes sparkling in amusement at Hennigan bristling like an annoyed cat. He loved his friends. He may not have come to a solid decision on the Evan and Randy matter, but he got a few things off his chest and a good laugh.
They shuffled into the truck, Hennigan calling shotgun, and started their way to school for another wonderful day of crappy school books and shitty classwork.
After a few minutes of silence, Hennigan spoke up. "I say you make sure that Evan and Randy are at Teddy's halloween party. Get them tipsy enough to not remember shit the next day and flirt with them. That way if they don't like you coming onto them, you'll know not to keep trying. But if they do like it, you'll figure out how to make them yours. And they'll never remember you putting the moves on them the next morning."
Cena blinked once. Then twice. He was surprised by the shear genious of that solution. "Hennigan, man, that's the smartest thing I ever heard you say."
Hennigan beamed at the kind of, sort of, compliment. That was until Ron retorted with, "It sound like he did this before. Man, Johnny's a crazy ass nigga and we don't even know. He could be planning on doing the same thing to us, excpet he won't be flirtin', he'll be killing us."
Cena laughed as Hennigan punched Truth in the arm "Oh that's real funny, jackass, ha ha."
Killings grinned and looked at Cena via mirror. "We best watch ourselves with this crazy killer, or we gon' get got!"
They busted on Hennigan all the way to school, and then some during and afterwords.
Classes had gone as usual. Cena tried his best to study and pay attention, though he knew he would be okay in his classes, he always managed. But thought of Hennigan's idea for how Cena could get Evan and Randy kept nagging at him. It could work. He could have those two amazing boys to hold. Ugh he was getting all sappy thinking about it.
At home dinner went the same also. Cena was off from work that day and decided to just relax for the night with a video game or two against his brothers after they all finished their chores and homwork. Mrs. Cena ran a tight ship, and no son of hers would horse around without having his responsabilites done first.
But Dinner had been as awkward as usual. Since Cena annouced at random one day that he thinks he likes boys, too, his dad had been hesitant in talking to him. John knew it wasn't like his dad hated him, he just didn't understand it. Cena found a goal sometimes to try and spend time with his dad alone, so as to make sure their bond was still there. To show his dad, nothing changed. And John's attempts were working. Slowling, but still working. He gave it a few more months and Cena would be able to give his dad a hug again without the old man tensing up.
As he went to bed, flipping the channels to his TV, he thought about the day he had.
Then he thought about Randy and Evan again. Bad idea for this late at night. Now he was horny.
He reached under his mattress and grabbed a playboy. He knew he should get a better hiding place. But I think his mom learned with his older brother, early on, that the boys should clean their own room and that she shouldn't go snooping around, unless she wanted to find something.
After a good session of jerking his junk, stifling his moans with his pillows, he snuggled up for sleep. Tomorrow was another day, another battle, another chance to ogle Evan's cute smile and Randy's hot ass.
So I gave you guys a taste of John this chapter. I felt like I hadn't really talked about his life so much before this chapter. Nexy chapter we'll have a bit of a time skip. Nothing to worry about.
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I had a fun time writing R-truth. XD he's entertaining as a crazzy heel. Also we saw a second of Punk in there, lol. We'll see what he might have in store. I'm not sure if I want to do anything big with him yet.
Also I have nothing against trannies, so don't think I gave Morrison my opinion on it. Lol I have transgendered and gender-queer friends. And I loves them very much!
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