A/N: Thank you so much for the encouraging reviews. It really helped boost my confidence.
Disclaimer: I do not own Melina Perez and John Morrison. I certainly do not own any of the other WWE characters I mention in this story.
Chapter 2
John Morrison groaned as his father pushed aside his drapes. He hated being woken up by the blinding sun. He became increasingly annoyed when his father decided to pour ice cold water over him. "Alright, alright," he groaned, "I'll get ready." "Great!" exclaimed his father, "I'll meet you downstairs in 30 minutes."
After hearing his father's footsteps disappear, John got up and did all of his manly morning duties. He grabbed a Green Day t-shirt and a pair of jeans from his dresser. He topped it off with his favorite pair of Nikes and walked out of his bedroom door. He walked downstairs and grabbed a granola bar from off the counter. John and his father never had time for breakfast. After his mom left them for another woman cooking seemed over rated. They just ordered food all the time and had fruit bars around the house.
After breakfast John met his dad in the garage. He got in the car and watched his dad put the keys in the ignition. "Only one more year and I'll finally be able to get my license," thought John. "Ready champ?" asked a jubilant father as he saw John roll his eyes. He knew that John hated that nickname so he took it upon himself to use it as many times as possible. "If only John brought more girls around the house. Maybe I'd be able to say champ many more times a day," said his father. He just shook his head and laughed silently to himself.
John and his father rode quietly in the car during their trip to school. "Here we are," said Mr. Morrison, "Vince McMahon High School." "Thanks for the ride dad." Before his father could even utter a word, John was already making his way towards his friends, Mike (Miz), Randy, and Jeff Hardy.
"Hey guys!" he said excitedly. "Was sup John," said the three boys in unison. "Hey John," said a smirking Kelly Kelly, "How was your vacation?" All of the boys hated Kelly. They all hated how fake she looked. Secretly, they mostly hated how she only went after John. Kelly was about 5'8" with strawberry blond hair, fake boobs, (A/N: I know Kelly isn't really like this, but I just needed that description for my story.) and a nose that was slightly twisted. "It was good, thanks for asking," answered John. He was too busy avoiding her gaze to notice that she was looking at him with a hungry look in her eyes. "No prob." She walked away attempting to swing her hips. She turned around and gave him a wink before walking into the school. Randy shook his head. "Has anyone even bothered to tell her that her right boob is deflating?" asked Randy. "That's messed up man," said Jeff. "So," said Randy, "I know you guys were thinking it. The group laughed but immediately groaned as they heard the school bell ring. Nobody even noticed the shiny black stretch limo that pulled up in front of the school as they went inside.
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