"I can't believe today is my last day of school for four months!" I said ecstatically.
"Hooray for you," Jenni replied with less enthusiasm.
"Did you say hoe ray?" I questioned with a silly look on my face.
"No! No! No!" Jenni said fiercely. We were joking around about a cartoon Bianca had drawn for Ellehcim in Biocide. We were walking down the hall talking like we always do going to Latin III. It was Friday and I would be leaving tomorrow morning. We stopped at our lockers, got our books, turned and entered into Mrs. Spengemen's classroom. We took our seats and got ready for another boring two hours of translating our favorite dead language. Oh, the joy. Through the door with a not so pleased look on his face comes Alvin. Jenni and I are good friends with Alvin. He's our priest that we make confessional to, well not really, but I think you get the point.
"I can't believe you, leaving school so you can go be with those men." Alvin started up before even sitting down. It was no secret to either me or Jenni that Alvin had a problem with my obsession with wrestling and that was a mystery to me because he didn't seem to mind Jenni's with Orlando Bloom. I guess it was because I was crazier than Jenni.
"I can't believe her either. Then again she never does stop amazing me." I turned to see Alec walking in with his little emo face.
"Are you going to give me grief, too?" I sighed looking at my new boyfriend which was a weird thought.
"No, I know this is what you wanna do and I support it even though I don't like it." Alec was sweet and I had to give him that.
"Okay, he wins." I hugged Alec as he joined the conversation. He was really smart pulling straight A's in all of his classes and the star of the tennis team. I never really thought of him in an affectionate way until recently but I had no clue that he felt the same until he kissed me the other day.
"Leaving your man all alone here. That's just cold." Alvin added trying to change my mind though I had already decided. "You should stay here and keep him company for the rest of your life and stay away from those wrestlers and their steroids."
"Alvin they're not on steroids." I said shaking my head.
"Yes, they are. They are dirty men." Alvin was very opinionated on this subject.
"Well, maybe some of them but most of them aren't," Alvin and I were in a frenzy arguing and would have continued but the bell rang and we took our seats and started working on the Lain sentence Mrs. Spengeman had put on the board.
After that hell was over, Jenni and I went to lunch, laughing together at the thought of my going away.
It was about two hours before I had to leave and Alec and I were sitting together.
"I'm just sorry that I'm leaving so soon after us getting together." I said, guiltily.
"Well, we probably wouldn't be together if you weren't leaving. It's what gave me the courage to tell you that I liked you." He cooed, nuzzling my cheek.
"Aw, you needed courage. That's so cute." I said, laughing. Alec smiled, his hand rising up my thigh as he began whispering in my ear.
"We've got a couple hours. What do you say to having a little bit of fun before you leave and can't have any?"
I pushed his hand away from my thigh. "Um, I say that if you only got with me cause you thought that you were going to get some, then you're crazy. No matter what my reputation at school might be, I'm a virgin and I don't do that."
"Don't be like that, Elle." He leaned in kissing at my neck, "You know you want it."
"Uh, no I don't." I said, standing up and getting away from my boyfriend. "I think it's best if you left now."
He looked at me for a few minutes, a mixture of confusion and anger in his face. "Fine." He walked up to stand in front of me. "I'm sorry, if I did something inappropriate. I didn't think. Forgive me?"
I looked him up and down for a moment, unsure if I should or not but I didn't want to leave on bad terms so, "Yes," I said, "I forgive you."
He smiled, kissing the side of my mouth, before turning to leave. I shook my head as I watched him leave.
I left for the airport on time and the flight was long and boring. Shane picked me up at the airport and took me straight to the arena.
"So," he began before I even got out of the limo that we were in. "We're a close company. Don't be too shocked if there isn't a diva waiting for you or some superstars who already know a little bit about you or have heard something."
I nodded, not really too worried about anything.
"Um, I have to get back to the hotel, my wife's in town. So just go to my dad's office."
I nodded again, getting out and walking into the arena, where I was met by Candice Michelle.
"Hi." I said, not entirely sure what else I could say.
She smiled, grabbing my arm and pulling me with her down a hallway. "You going to see Vince?" she asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Good I'll take you to him." She responded. As we were walking, she talked. She commented on my hair, which was apparently adorably short and my somewhat lithe but full form. When she took a breath and I felt moderately comfortable, after she had basically ran down the list of my physical attributes, I began to speak.
"Candice, I absolutely love your entrance song." I said as we walked arm in arm down a corridor in the arena on our way to Vince's office.
"Thanks, I think you and I are going to get along just fine." Candice responded and we began to giggle.
I turned to her and started to say, "Yea, I think…" Someone came out of a door and bumped into us spilling their hot coffee all over me. "Damn it!" I exclaimed after feeling the scorching hot liquid rush down my shirt and see the destruction to my favorite navy blue top with a scantily-clad dressed fairie sitting on a crescent moon.
"Oh, you're mad I just spilt my coffee all over you, well maybe you two shouldn't be stalking about outside somebody's door. These things do happen." A very what seemed to be annoyed man, who sounded kind of a little like a father yelling at his child, said.
I just brushed at my shirt with my hand trying to undo the mess and I wasn't looking up to see who had said that I just replied in a very matter-of-factly tone, "Well, maybe if some people watched where they were going instead of just plowing out of rooms these things wouldn't happen." Then I looked up in time to see… yea that's right… John Cena looking at me very shocked at the fact that I had just said that.
"Uh… sorry, I just meant that… um, it was kinda both of our faults." I said in awe of the person standing before me but a smile never leaving my face.
"Yeah I am sorry for snapping at you. It's just this intern that's coming in today is late!" John said shifting his attention to Candice. "What the hell is wrong with the guys in the office I mean a 16 year old? That girl probably has no clue where to begin. She's late for one and Vince said that he would send her to help me. Where the hell could this chick be? I swear when I find her I am going to give her a piece of my mind. Wasn't her name like Michelle or something?" He was very angry by this point but took the time to turn back to me with a smile and said, "So are you a fan or friend of Candice's?"
"Both," Candice said rather quickly trying to protect John from finding out that I was the new intern.
"Really what's your name?" John replied with a dirty smile on his face.
"Michelle and I'm sorry about not being here earlier, Candice held me up talking to me. I haven't even seen Vince yet. That's where we were headed when you dumped your coffee all over me." I said with a smile on my face without the least amount of resentment for what he had just said. John's jaw just dropped and the shock on his face was priceless. Candice made some excuse and darted away. I didn't really hear what she said and I didn't care.
"Well um that was weird. I am sorry about what I said before." John said.
"No you're not. You're mad cause you were never going to say that to my face and now you're all embarrassed cause you were hitting on me."
"I was not!" John said in a very protesting manner.
"Yeah, whatever. So what did you want me for?" I looked at him with this grin on my face that would probably make most people want to slap me and it was working on John I could see that just by looking at him.
"If you don't have anything for me to do at the moment I think I should go talk to Vince," I told John after he spent a few seconds staring at me.
"Yea, you probably better," John said to me kind of bitterly but I just shrugged it off because just then Vince was coming down the hallway and came to talk to me and John.
"Just the two people that I was looking for, running a little late on our first day, are we?" Vince said looking at me.
"Well, I just got kind of caught up, meeting new people and all. I'm sorry." I answered.
"No, reason to be sorry," Vince replied and John sighed. "Now come with me." He turned and started walking I followed but suddenly he stopped and turned around. "John…you, too." John caught up beside me and we were walking behind Vince to his office. We got to his office and Vince took a seat at his desk and John and I sat down in the two chairs in front of it.
"Well, I guess you're wondering what you're doing here?" Vince was talking to John and John nodded. "Michelle," he said turning his attention to me, "since you are underage we can't just let you go off by yourself. That could be dangerous and your mother actually called about five minutes after you left the house and rambled on about how if anything happened to you there would be hell to pay. So we have come up with a solution. For the time that you are here you must always be with a superstar, a member of my family, or a person on this list." Vince handed me a piece of paper. Most of the names were superstars but some were others. Something stuck out on the list though.
"Why is John's name in bold, underlined and italicized?" I asked and John snatched the paper from my hand to see for himself.
"Yea, that's a good question, one that I want to know the answer to as well." John said kind of angrily.
"Well, it would be too much trouble for everyone to worry about you and getting to and from places and everything so John has been appointed to worry about you kind of like a guardian ad litem which basically means…" I cut Vince off.
"I took three years of Latin I know what it means. I just want to know why you decided this without even discussing it with me first." I look at John and he is shocked by all of this. "I mean I would have thought you would have least talked to him about this."
"Well, it's already done. We're not changing our minds about this, so the two of you need to get real comfy with each other. Oh, and your hotel rooms will be adjoining so John can keep an eye on you even when you're not working." Vince finished talking. The phone rang and he waved us off and told John to help me get settled in.
"I can't believe this," John said as we exited Vince's office.
"Me either," I chimed in though I wasn't really that upset just trying to make conversation.
"Do I look like a babysitter to them? I can't believe that they would do this to me."
"Excuse me," I grabbed John's arm and pulled him to make him look at me, "I don't need a babysitter and they did this to us. You're not exactly the person I want to spend my time with either." That was a total lie. I actually didn't care about their decision but his reaction angered me and the more time I spent with him the more I hated him.
"Right, I bet that you're my number one fan." I was beginning to see that John had a very smart ass mouth which I must admit is a plus, I like smart asses. "You probably have my face plastered all over your room."
"You're pathetic, you know that? You think every girl that watches Raw fauns over you. That they all spend their nights making moon eyes at your picture."
"Hmm… someone's got their panties in a bunch." John said smiling that sick smile that every guy seems to have inherited from the cavemen.
I got right up on him, basically kissing his ear and whispered, "You wish." As I returned to looking at him he just looked at me rather irritated, it took all of my strength to stop from laughing.
"I got to get ready for my match. Have fun. Make sure you're in my locker room by the time the show is over or I will leave you here." John said and then he left.
This was awkward. Here I was in this place where I knew maybe three people, one of which didn't like me very much and I was alone. This could not end well. I found the divas locker room after about ten minutes of looking for it. As I walked in I saw Candice and sighed with relief.
"Girls! Attention, girls we have a new edition to the family." Everyone looked at Candice as she spoke approaching me. "This is Michelle, the new intern. Now ladies let's be nice, she's only sixteen we don't need to corrupt her in such a hurry." Candice said as all the divas started to surround me asking me questions that I preferred that I didn't have to answer.
"Um… well I don't really know what to say. Sorry, I'm a little out of it right now still trying to take in all of this." I said, shoving my way out of the crowd of divas.
"Alright," Candice said, trying to call off the other women. "Don't you guys have work to do?"
"Thank you." I grabbed Candice's arm after the divas dispersed.
"It's okay." She responded, "Kinda obvious that you need time to breathe. Why don't you go settle in, maybe meet some more people?"
I nodded, exiting the locker room, though immediately wishing I was still in there. Alone, again, I hate being alone.
Suddenly, I felt someone lifting me off of my feet and into a big hug, "You must be the new intern."
As I was placed back upon my feet, I turned to see the Big Red Machine, Kane, standing behind me, smiling. "Yes, I am. It's Glen, right?" I asked, unsure of his actual name.
"It is. I'm surprised that you know, not many people take the time to find out real names." He laughed.
I hugged the large man closer to me, "Well, I luv you. You need more love. I keep trying to tell people, monsters need love, too."
Kane hugged me closer, "That is so true. No one believes me but you do, you know."
We laughed and he pulled away, beginning to walk away, waving back at me. I looked at my watch and nearly fainted, I must have been in the divas locker room longer than I had thought.
I went to look for John, hoping that he had been playing with me about leaving me at the arena. I found John walking toward the garage, bag in hand.
"Going to leave me?" I called after him, running to catch up.
"Yes, I was. I'm surprised you caught up." John said, not exactly giving off a hostile attitude but not being friendly either.
"Well, I'll make sure not to leave your side next time." I said sarcastically.
"Oh, joy." John said and that was the last thing that he said to me for the rest of the night. After we got to the hotel, John went to his room and I went to mine; he only peeked his head in to make sure I was still in at the designated curfew. This was going to be a very interesting few months to say the least.