Love Story
Stephanie was so bored with her life that she could hardly stand it. Day after day, she continued to see the same people, go to the same places and talk about the same crap over and over again. Her parents were very protective of her just because she was the youngest. Yet her brother Shane got to do whatever the hell he wanted, whenever he wanted. It was so unfair and it was driving her completely insane.
So, one night, in an effort to even begin to keep her own sanity, she snuck out her window and used her fake I.D. to get into a club. Now when going to clubs they're not supposed to, most seventeen year olds had enough sense to bring a couple friends along for the ride so they wouldn't be alone. But Stephanie didn't really have any friends. She had people who pretended to be her friends just because of her daddy's money, but besides from that, she had nobody.
The club itself was so crowded that it was hard to even move around. It was also very hot and the music pretty much sucked. She tried to make her way over to the bar, but she kept getting the sense that somebody was watching her. She started looking around, trying to see if she could find the person. The only problem was that it was so crowded that she could barely see anybody around the sea of people that were surrounding her.
Suddenly somebody grabbed her arm. She nearly jumped a foot in the air as she turned around. "What the--"
"Sorry," the guy, sounding like he didn't mean it at all. "I know this is going to sound weird and shit, but I'm James Lawson, and my friend keeps staring at you like you're the most amazing fucking thing he has ever seen in his life. Do you mind coming over to our table and at least talking to the poor boy? You don't have to be nice to him if you don't want to be."
Stephanie was completely startled by James's declaration, but she didn't get much of a chance to say anything in response. Before she knew what was happening, she was being thrown over James's shoulder and getting carried to his table.
"Fucking hell James!" a tall biker looking guy snapped. "What are you, some fucking caveman now?"
"No, I'm Tarzan," James replied. He set Stephanie down in one of the chairs and grabbed the biker guy by the hand. "Me Tarzan, you Marky. My Marky."
"I'm not your damn Marky," Mark grumbled. "You're a fucking idiot, that's what you are."
James ignored the insult. "Dance with me Marky," he ordered as he pulled Mark out of his chair. "You dance with Tarzan."
Stephanie wasn't quite sure what the hell to make of the scene playing out in front of her. But soon the sound of somebody chuckling made her look at the third guy who was at the table. And the phrase love at first sight took on a whole new meaning for her. "Holy crap," she muttered under her breath without realizing she was doing it.
The guy grinned. His long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and he was wearing a black AC/DC t-shirt, blue jeans and a leather coat. "I've been saying the same thing over here. I'm Hunter Helmsley."
"I'm uh…Stephanie McMahon." She went to go shake his hand, but he surprised her by kissing her hand instead. This made her turn a deep shade of red.
"You're cute when you blush," Hunter said with a smirk. He looked around. "Do you come here often?"
She shook her head. "No. Do you?"
"I'm not even from around here. I'm on a little road trip with James and Mark, although now I'm deeply regretting that decision."
"Why?"
"They are driving me completely insane."
"Aw, poor baby," she said sympathetically. She patted him on the arm. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
He nodded. "Yeah. You can come sit by me and give me a little kiss."
She grinned at him. "You move kind of fast, do you know that?"
"Well I can't help myself. I have a young--and I know you're not twenty one, I should get that out of the way right now--beautiful girl sitting here in front of me who obviously seems to like me the same way I'm liking her right now. Why not go with it?"
His words made sense to her. Besides, he thought she was beautiful. Nobody had ever called her beautiful before. They always used the words bratty, selfish, arrogant, snotty and bitchy. She got up and sat down in the chair next to him. He put his arm around her and kissed her right then and there. Her heart literally started skipping beats and she could totally picture fireworks going off in her mind.
"James for the love of God, get down from there this instant!"
Hunter sighed as he and Stephanie look just in time to see James hanging upside down from the balcony. "Oh God, not again," Hunter groaned.
Stephanie frowned and shook her head. "You have very strange friends."
"Yeah, I know. Stupid serial killer bastard is killing my mood."
"Wait, what?"
"James kills people. So does Mark."
"Do you kill people?"
"Yeah, but I don't do it the same way they do. I make a game out of it. But don't worry, I don't want to kill you."
She grinned. "You're such a badass."
"Oh my God," Mark said. He dragged James back to the table and forced him to sit down. "Bitch, what is wrong with you? Hunter's a badass because he kills people? Are you retarded or something?"
She shrugged. "You would think he was badass too if you had to live my boring ass life." She snuggled up closer to Hunter. "My parents drive me nuts, my brother gets to do everything, the people I know suck…and now I know three killers and one of them thinks I'm beautiful. Fuck, this night has been the best one I've had in like five years."
James turned to Mark. "Do you think I'm beautiful?" he asked drunkenly.
Mark frowned. "No actually. I think you're fucking wasted and you might be the cause of an ulcer that is growing in my stomach."
As James and Mark continued to bicker, Stephanie looked at Hunter. She could see the look in his eyes and she knew what he wanted. Hell, she wanted it to, so why wait. Without saying a word, they both got up and started leaving the club. As they got onto his motorcycle, she knew one thing for sure: her life was definitely not going to be the same again.
