SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO who's ready to kill me? This fic is so old now most of the roster in this fic are not around anymore. But i do plan on continuing it, promise!
Disclaimer: I don't own cuz I'm a poor lowly college student. I do not accept or promote slut-shaming, homophobia, suicide, underage sex/drinking or any other negative subjects mentioned throughout this fic so far and in the future. This is fair warning that the subjects mentioned here negatively are for artistic purposes and not to promote any act displayed in this fic. Kthanx.
Sometimes, life just slows down and speeds up at the same time. You end up looking back on it wondering how it went by so fast. But while you were living it, it felt like forever just for an hour of English class to go by.
People start pulling apart and reconnecting in different pairs and groups. School life takes over. The worries of one day are forgotten for a while to let new worries worm their way in.
Life was in a constant flux. It was always changing. And you only ever really notice it when you and your best friend hardly have time for eachother anymore.
Randy sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that period. Could math class go by any slower? He was ready for lunch. He was ready to see Evan, if it's just for a half hour. Not like he saw him anywhere else nowadays.
After Halloween, the work at school piled up and Evan started on the wrestling team. Randy had been left behind to be the lonely boy he naturally was.
He felt so dead half the time.
The only time his day brightened up was when he saw Evan's gorgeous smile.
And then when Evan would run off to wrestling practice with Cody, Jay, and Adam, Randy felt himself sick and sad.
What was wrong with him?
If anyone ever found out, Randy would sure as hell get his ass kicked every day for the rest of his life, until someone killed his faggot ass... . Or until he wouldn't be able to take it anymore.
A lump rose in his throat. He closed his eyes and mentally shook the dark thoughts from his head. He prayed to God that he never lost all the pride and self-confidence he'd managed to gain in his short but confusing years and end his own life one day. But he feared it most. Especially if he thought about what Evan might do if he ever found out about Randy's perversion.
Finally, as if a sign from heaven itself, the bell rang and the thoughts of his demise jumped away and Randy jumped out of his seat and rushed to the door, stomach rumbling at the thought of the food.
John tried to keep up behind him, but Randy was jetting out of the classroom.
He was really hoping to at least talk to the tall freshman, but with the way Randy was lately, always running to lunch, John never had the chance for any alone time. It broke his heart really. Because John knew Randy practically lept over the staggering masses in the hallway just so he could see Evan. John wanted to see Evan too, but he saw Evan all the time (not that he complained) because of wrestling practice. But John rarely saw Randy except for math class, and Randy always just seemed so distant. John's heart clenched and he just wanted to pull both Evan and Randy together and be with them for hours, picking their brains and kissing them to his heart's content. John would only dream though. He could never. Even though he had some suspicion that Randy was in love with Evan. But Evan. God he was oblivious to the world.
John sat with his friends at lunch, but he mostly watched Randy and Evan talk across the cafeteria. That longing in Randy's eyes. A feeling of desire and jealousy came over Cena for a second as he realized he wanted to have those icy blue eyes look at him like that.
Geez, he couldn't be the only one who noticed the emotions Randy was expressing around his beloved best friend, right? If so, maybe it was just him? Maybe his hopes for something more with the young teens was making him see things that wasn't there. He was that desperate for their attention that he was making shit up wasn't he? What a pathetic guy he was. He was John Cena, heaven's gift to horny girls everywhere, with his dimples, blue eyes, muscular physique, sense of humour. He was also loney as hell.
He was a 17 year old jock, for the love of God. He had to get his shit together and fix his priorities. He was not going to let 2 scrawny, stupid, beautiful, amazing, wonderful boys make him turn into some school girl in a korean drama who just met her idols. ...
Hennigan and Truth gave John some weird looks but let nothing come of it. They just wondered if he realized he was practically strangling that bag of pretzels in his hand to a pulp out of fustration. "He needs to get laid, man," Hennigan whispered to the other man sitting beside him. Truth just nodded enthusiastically.
On the side of the room, Randy could feel his cheeks burn as Evan admonished him because he got a really bad grade on his math quiz. Really bad. "Did you even try?" Evan sighed. "Dude, I'm not gonna let you fail, so you better find some help."
Randy sneered.
Evan narrowed his eyes. "Don't be a dumbass and get a tutor, fuck-twat."
Sheamus cleared his throat, bringing Evan's attention to him. "I have 10 bucks his next quiz grade is below a D."
Miz laughed. "I got 10 he gets another F."
"Ten bucks he does better, but not over a C+," Evan added, looking completely serious.
Randy scoffed. "When I die, I'm going to walk up the stairway to heaven and ask who ever's waiting for me why I was gifted with such loving friends."
Snickers from the whole group. Finally, Jay spoke up with an understanding voice. Funny how Randy barely knew the guy and yet he's not a dick to him like the guys he's known forever. "Cena's in your class right?" Jay didn't wait for an answer and just said, "He's really good at math and history, just ask him to tutor you."
Randy slowly nodded. John did help him that one time with classwork. Randy decided it wouldn't hurt to ask, right?.
So he stood up with no word otherwise and walked across the room past several tables of eating and chatting teens to where the popular seniors sat.
John Cena knew two things for sure. He read the first book of 50 Shades of Grey over the summer and thought it was trash and a complete disgrace to the BDSM culture (which he only knew about after looking some stuff up ...for science purposes). And that he really, really liked Evan Bourne and Randy Orton.
The only problem with the whole liking Evan and Randy was -other than the fact that he didn't know if they even had a curiosity towards men- was that he was afraid to act on his motives because of the consequences that may or may not occure. Nothing said awesome senior year like being outted to the whole school after two freshmen scream in terror of being hit on.
Scratch what was previously said, John knew another thing for sure. Crushes sucked major ballsack.
Maybe it would be best if he forgot about those beautiful boys and turned his attention to bigger and better things. Comeon, sex and having a good relationship with someone(s) who made you happy wasn't everything right? Right?
"Hey?"
John Cena looked up to see one of the beautiful boys he was just thinking about forgetting. Dammit, they were not making this easy for him. "What's up, man?" John asked holding his hand out for some daps.
Randy returned the greeting then stuffed his hands in his pockets. He moved his stare to the wall above Cena's head. "You know the time you helped in math, well it was really helpful." Randy started. "I was wondering if you could help me some more."
John smiled, trying to not notice the entertaining looks coming from Truth and Hennigan across from him. He was lucky Randy couldn't see them. They looked like fucking pedophiles. "Yeah man, I don't mind at all. I usually have practice until 6pm, but you can come over my house after dinner or whatever and I'll help you out."
Randy smirked. "Thanks" He put his hand up like a wave good-bye as he went back to his table of friends.
Before his two best friends could say a word, Cena shot them a dirty look. "Shut up, guys." The other 2 just laughed.
John Cena grabbed his stuff from off the floor near his feet when the bell rang for lunch to end. He had a smile on his face the rest of the day.
He was starting to think someone somewhere didn't want him to forget about Evan and Randy. They were a goal he had to achieve. It was in his nature.
Because let's face it John Cena never gave up. That was his motto and all.
Melina was talking with Milena and a couple of her friends outside of the school after classes let out. She was wearing tight pair of pre-ripped jeans and a shirt that showed plenty of what she was willing to show off. Guys as they passed by coulnd't help check the girls out. They were worthy of all attention.
But not all of it was good. Many of the other girls passing by sneerd and shook thier heads. Perhaps out of jealousy that they couldn't pull off whole tight skirt, tight shirt look. Others just thought the girls were sluts.
Nattie let go of her boyfriends hand and excused herself to go talk to her friend. Her estranged friend.
She tapped Melina on the shoulder. The short brunette stopped her gossiping in spanish and turned around to face her pink clad best friend. "Hey," Nattie said. "Can I talk to you?"
Melina told her group that she would be right back and walked to a more secluded part of the school parking lot. Nattie stuffed her hands in the pockets of her cute pink floral dress, shuffling foot from foot, like she was hesitating on saying something.
Melina sighed dramatically and folded her arms over her chest. "What is it?"
"Look, lately you've acting really weird and you're hanging out with those girls," Nattie said. "I just don't know what you think you'll accomplish by dressing like some hooker."
Melina's face went beat red."Fuck you."
Nattie took a step back and balled her hands into fist at her sides. "You think this will get you attention from a guy?" Nattie hissed. "It will but not the attention you want. Those girls are making you into the school slut and your just going along for the ride!"
Her words were piercing Melina, but she wan't going to take this. "You are so fucking stupid. All you do is sit around like a little princess and wait around. And it gets you no where!" Melina screamed. Her voice was damn near screeching. Everyone still in the small parking lot was staring at the two girls now. "You think I'm doing this for attention? I'm an attention whore now? Well you can go fuck yourself. I'm just finally finding myself and making real friends who have my back instead of hanging out with their fugly-ass boyfriends like you. They actually pay attention to me and don't feed me that 'wait and things will come for you' bullshit." Melina took a step foward, arms spread open as if inviting a rebutal. Nattie took a step forward too.
Nattie glared. "You are such a ratchet-ass ho. No wonder no guy ever likes you. You are so fucking desperate."
Melina never heard Nattie this angry but she wasn't going to back down from this. She was not going to let miss pretty blonde princess bring her down. "Oh God. I'm desperate. You need to take a look in the mirror, puta. Because last time I checked your the one trying to be on your boyfriends dick but he's too busy watching wrestling reruns."
Nattie rose her hand back and Melina flinched waiting for a hard slap across her face, but nothing came. TJ had pulled his girlfriend away when he realized the moment was getting serious and the principle was walking their way.
Melina was huffing from her nose like a bull. She was furious and was ready for a fight. But she also knew that she didn't want to get suspended. Instead she glared at Nattie as TJ pulled her away and across the street from the school where he lead her to her dad's car. Melina glared at her the whole time, not at all backing away when Nattie looked back in total anger and disapointment.
Milena and the rest of the group Melina was talking to earlier surrounded her, matching her glare and sneer with their own lesser ones. They were standing behind her, which was what Melina wished NAttie had down from the beginning instead of spewing some bullshit about being a damn princess waiting for her prince to come and save her.
She wasn't going to wait for a prince to save her. She was going to find him. And who ever got in her way better be ready for a fight, because she wasn't going to let this go any time soon.
"So, wait," Hennigan started, pausing to gush some water into his mouth from his cheap Gatorade sports bottle, his name scrawled on with a sharpie. He gulped and whiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing sweat across his lips. "You're telling me you're gonna have the kid you've been making oogly eyes at for two months now over to your house, and you're not going to do anything? You are legit going to study?" He gave John Cena a look. "Dude, that's weak."
Cena shuffled his feet, digging his cleat into the mostly dirt field. They were having a water break at practice, while coach took the linebackers to the side and ran a few things with them. What was he supposed to say? He was nervous about Orton coming to his house later. He didn't want to screw this up and have the kid hate him and then there goes his chances after losing his gay cherry. ...As crude as that sounds.
Truth, sitting on the grass, leaning back on his arms looked at Hennigan and shook his head. "Yo, chill man. Not everyone is a dog like you. You'd hump the air if it had tits and a hole," he said. He grinned despite the headache he was getting from needing a cigarette fix. "You get a girl and throw her out in two weeks flat. I'm betting Cena, here, wants more than that."
Cena nodded, trying his best to relax and not blush like a little school girl.
"Cena is our neighborhood helpless romantic," Truth continued, teasing the other senior.
Cena and Hennigan just glared at Truth, each for their own reasons.
"Look, all I'm sayin' is that you should at least make him want to hang out with you more. Be that charming son of a bitch I know you are and make this kid's tighty whities get tight," Hennigan said after a long glare at his long time friend. Those comments about his obviously player-esque love life were not needed, even though they were kind of true.
"Oh my god," Cena groaned and walked back onto the field, happy as hell that the coach blew the whistle, calling them back.
Truth and Hennigan laughed. Poor John Cena. He was like a lost puppy trying to make a move on a simple freshman.
Of course, the task would have been long accomplished if said freshman was a girl and not a boy. Sigh.
After Practice, John drove home, radio playing some pop song he's probably heard over a million times already. He wasn't paying much attention to it, really. He was mostly focusing on the fact that Randy was coming over soon.
He was hoping to God, He would remember not to stutter or trip. He was seriously nervous. He hadn't felt like this since the first time he had sex. John Cena was rarely nervous.
At the red light a block away from his house, he rested his head back and chanced a second to close his eyes, taking a breath to calm himself.
Please, please, don't let the other Cena boys be home. John seriously didn't want his little brothers being pains while Randy was there. But of course he knew for a fact that his brothers would be home. They're always home those friggin' losers.
A knock on his passenger side window had him jump and almost drive into traffic. He looked up and saw Randy giving him an ammused look.
John mustered up a grin to hide his embarrasment. He reached over and let Randy in.
Randy got in just as the light turned green and Cena drove off. "Hey," Randy said, not bothering to put on his seatbelt. "I saw you so I thought you'd be okay bringing me the rest of the way to your house."
Cena chuckled. "Those last few minutes of walking just too much, huh?"
Orton narrowed his eyes. "Ha ha."
Dimples flashed from John's handsome face. "You know, you hopping into my car the way you did probably made the neighbors think you're a prostitute."
A slow blink was his first response. And then Randy cracked a smirk. "That'll be a hundred for one hour. No kissing. And the name's Candy for you sweet stuff."
Cena barked out a laugh as he turned into the driveway of his house. He didn't expect that at all. He especially didn't expect that line in complete monotone.
As Cena turned the car off and they got out, John looked at Randy, eyes full of mirth and admiration. "This is really awkward now, because I only have 2 bucks."
Randy made a show of waving him off and turning around as John laughed.
They were relaxed together, which was a good start, for sure.
John lead Randy inside. In the living room, John's two younger brothers were watching tv, some stupid reality show. John kept walking through, Randy walking behind him, not wanting to be obviously curious and look around like a tourist. ...There were alot of sports trophies. John's mom was in the kitchen munching on some leftovers, she looked up when John came in and wiped her mouth on a napkin.
Her son leaned down and kissed her cheek hello. "Hey, ma. This is Randy, he asked me to help with homework."
The woman of the house stood up and shook Randy's hand with enough strength it could rival Bob Orton's handshake. "Nice to meet you Randy. Well, aren't you a cutie. Make yourself at home. And if John does a crap job being a tutor, I give you permission to smack him around a little."
She laughed as John gave her this horrifed look. No mom. No. Mom, no. Do not think that Randy and John had a thing. Though really John wished they did. John could see it in his mom's eyes. She thought John and Randy were gonna do more then study. Ugh.
Randy smiled kindly. He didn't know. Were all parents weird? He thought it was just his and Evan's.
The meaning totally flew over Orton's head when Mrs. Cena told her son to keep the door of his room open as she put her dirty dish in the sink.
"Okay," She said grabbing a jacket and her purse. "I have a late shift tonight, so I'm leaving. Your dad should be home soon, but until he gets back make sure your brothers don't burn the house down."
Both John and Randy waved her good-bye.
John sighed when the front door opened then shut. He turned to Randy with bashful eyes. "That's my mom. She's not always that shy," he mutter sarcastically.
Randy chuckled. "It's okay, Evan's mom offered to buy me underwear. No one beats that."
John patted the younger boy on the shoulder with a look of pity. "I'm sorry." Then after a short second of quiet, "So, did you end up getting the underwear? Were they skimpy, Candy?"
Randy punched him lightly. "Shut up, asshole."
Cena walked to his fridge and pulled out a large bottle of soda. Then he grabbed some cookies and chips and cups, somehow juggling them in his muscular arms as he headed back towards the living room where in the corner had a set of stairs for the second floor of the Cena home "I hope Coke is okay" Randy nodded.
"Hey, who's this John? Got yourself a boyfriend?" One of Cena's brother's asked in a tauting voice. The other was making kissing sounds.
John kicked the one who talked in the chest hard enough for the boy to fall back on the carpet, but not enough to do damage. "Shut up. Keep it up and I'll tell your friends about how you kissed that weird girl from your class last week."
"how did you-?"
John's laugh cut the younger Cena off. "I didn't for sure, but now I do."
The younger Cena grumbled, the other brother looking on amused, as Cena lead Orton up the stairs and down the hall to his room.
The walls were a dark blue, contrasting the light beige carpet seeming to cover the entire house. Posters of sports teams and cars lined some of the walls. The floor was clean of clothes, but the dresser had clothes stacked and piled on. The desk was cluttered with small things like pictures, more sports trophies, a laptop, and some PC games. Randy was intrigued by all of it. How it was messy but still had some sense of order to it. He wasn't used to that. His room was just a mess, he could never find a thing. Evan's was always clean. John Cena was the balance of both of them, an organized chaos.
John put the snacks and soda on the small area of the desk that wasn't occupied and told Randy to sit down. "I'm just gonna get a quick shower. I must be convulsing you by now."
Randy didn't really notice a smell, but whatever. He nodded as Cena grabbed fresh clothes from some draws, including a pair of boxers before he walked out the room and down the hall. Randy eyed that draw of boxers a little. He was extremely curious about it. He felt his blood pulse in his body loudly. God.
He must be going crazy. John was such a cool guy that Randy couldn't help the thump his heart made whenever the older guy gave his signature smile. Cena was exceptionally handsome. And that Boston accent was hinted every so often that Randy found himself wanting to hear it more. Randy thought John was interesting.
He dropped his backpack on the bed and sat down on the comfortable bed.
Randy should have known this was a bad idea. He knew coming here with all his crazy hormones was a bad idea. It was bad enough that in the depths of his mind, where he invited no one to see, he wanted to kiss his best friend Evan, but now he couldn't help watching John's ass as the man walked back into the room in sweat pants and a tshirt, hair wet from the shower, smelling like axe.
Damn, John's big booty looked good in the light fabric. He could make out the curves and they were enticing.
Orton looked away sharply. No, Orton. You're not a fairy, dammit. Stop. ...Please.
And as John dropped his dirty clothes in the hamper, Randy looked at anything but John.
That was when he noticed a small flag on the nightstand, sticking out of the back of a small picture frame of John and his family. The flag was rainbow.
A gay pride flag.
Randy's mouth opened. He couldn't talk though. He didn't really have anything to say. His mind went blank. It was like the colors of that flag were mezmorizing him. He wanted to ask questions. But he knew it was better not to. He always thought people who talked about gay people too much were probably gay. He didn't want John to think he was asking because Randy was gay. He wasn't. So Randy shut his mouth and looked away as Cena plopped down on the bed near him, opening the chips bag.
John was probably just an ally or something.
No big deal.
No need to ask embarassing question making both of them awkward.
"So," John said around a mouth of doritos. "What do you need help with?"
Randy mentally shook his thoughts and quickly grabbed his math book and notebook from his bag. "Everything."
John gave him an amused look, smiling with those stupid dimples again. Randy couldn't help smile back.
"Well, Candy, we should get crackin', that hundred dollars an hour rate is gonna end up really steap soon."
Evan was happy to hear the next day at lunch that John was tutoring Randy. He always worried the moron was too thick headed to ask anyone but him for help.
And Evan found himself walking up to Cena before wrestling practice.
Cena stopped the pointless chit chat he was having with Jay and Adam and some cute girls in Senior and Junior year and looked down at Evan as he came up to him. They all exchanged greetings and then Evan cut straight to the point, not one to beat around the bush. "So, how's Randy doing?"
With furrowed brows and a smile, John chuckled. "We've only met up to do homework together once. Not much to say, yet. Randy gets stuff pretty well, it just takes him a while to get it all straight."
"Either way, man. I just appreciate you helping him. He doesn't listen to me anymore so it eases my mind to know someone can still help him," Evan explained giving a cute closed mouth smile, the kind you give when you're unsure of what else to say.
John nodded. "Whatever I can do to help. Plus you guys are pretty cool for Fresh-meat."
It was almost time for practice at that point and John said goodbye to the pretty girls, and with Adam and Jay following -in their own conversation about something or other, probably Cody's dance recital coming up and how they wanted to go see it- the four boys headed to the gym.
They all changed with some more chitchat between them and the other guys of the locker room. It was a typical thing, the banter in the locker room. A few jabs here, a comment there, idle mention of cute girls in thier classes.
John looked over at Evan as he changed, a quick side glance so as to not get caught by anyone. The younger boy's body was just that, young. But John could see that it was growing, that the thin frame was gaining muscle mass and his legs were getting plenty hair. He was pretty beautiful actually, in a geeky kind of way. And John knew that made little sense even to him, but Evan had this nerdy look with those glasses and vintage comic tees, but he was also handsome, his face defining as puberty knocked at the door. John could tell, Evan was a late bloomer, but the prospect of what this boy would become was most alluring.
Elizabeth Carolan signed as she looked in the mirror. She almost wanted to cry. Although her body was feminine and fleshy, she only saw her masculine features. The tiny hairs appearing on her chin, blonde, but she saw them. The body frame that wasn't shaped at all like an hourglass but more like straight. The stretch marks on her chest and her thighs. She couldn't tell her own beauty.
She only saw her worst qualities. And they weren't even bad. They were miniscule in this world. Who really cared about stretch marks and hair? People who have nothing better else to do.
But no matter how many times she thought that, no matter how many times she heard that, Beth just couldn't shake her insecurities.
She felt ugly. She felt like she would never be attractive to anyone. She'd be alone forever.
Another glance at the mirror, spotting a zit forming on her jaw line, she sighed again, long and tired, and she grabbed her gear and left the girl's locker room into the gym for practice, the only female on the team. Which didn't help. It only made her feel less appealing. A tomboy who could pin a guy her size like piece of cake. Just one of the guys.
She might as well start buying a few cats now and become a cat lady at the ripe age of 18.
Adam, Jay, and Cody headed out of the gym after wrestling practice, chit chatting about how cool some of the new team memebers and such.
Outside the gym, sitting on the stairs, reading some zombie comic, sat Phil. Hearing the voices of Cody and Cody's wrestling mates, he looked up. Cody waved at him and Phil just stood, holding the comic at his side and joined the group walking home.
"So," Adam started, obviously changing the subject from homework. "Am I going to be seeing you perform at the talent show, Code-man?"
Cody rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure, let me come to school tomorrow in a tutu and let the ridicule start early."
It was Phil's turn to roll his eyes, but he remained quietly listening.
Jay grabbed Cody in a hug. "And if we-" pointing at himself and Adam "-hear anyone messing with you, you better believe we'll kick their asses into next Tuesday."
"Dude, you got talent, it's time you showed these uncultured swine how to enjoy the frickin' ballet," Adam added.
Cody huffed. He had thought about it a little. But what would he do? His specialty was ballet but he did dabble in other stuff. He could pull something off right? Something awesome.
Phil cleared his throat, bringing Cody back to the present. "And you know, dancing is attractive to alot of ppl. You could just dance your way into your first real relationship."
Cody gave a look. "Whatever, I'll think about it, okay?"
Jay and Adam gave a whoop of excitement.
Cody mused a little more as the conversation was moved to other things. Maybe... maybe him putting on a great show would get Teddy's attention?
Miz was still kind of kicking his own ass about the Halloween party. He hadn't really seen Melina since that night.
He was such an idiot.
His friends all joked around about him and Melina liking eachother since they're always fighting, but on his case anyways, they was right. He had liked Melina for a long time. He liked how loud and independent she was. How casual she dressed (well before she changed receantly). How she liked wrestling and wasn't afraid to go against the boys. He also liked how pretty she was. This simple beauty, no need for makeup, though she wore a little here and there before. She was a classic look, dark hair cascading over her shoulders.
Mike Mizanin was so crushing on her. Not that the guys needed to know. But he was.
And then he made fun of her. Like a fucking idiot.
Well, to give him some credit, he was a little drunk. Okay, not a little. He was fucking sloshed that night. And after he got so angry seeing her dancing the way she had been with some creep senior popular guy, the adreniline pumped through his body. It sobered him up enough to run away before saying anything worse. Which now he's not sure what could have been worse than whore and prostitute.
He felt sick thinking about it. He was such a fucking fool.
Hopefully, one day, he would make it up to Melina. Make her realize he cared. Make her realize her prince charming was just waiting for the right moment to make her feel like the prettiest girl in the world.
So coming up will be alot more good stuff. I introduced a new character to just add a non-relationship story to it all. We got some solid pairing working around. I plan on bringing in more of a background story for Stephan, Jay and Adam, and whoever else comes to mind. There a talent show and home coming to look forward to, so bare with me. It take alot out of me to write now. Don't become and adult ladies and gents it sucks.
Love Nati
