A/N: Wow, thanks to everyone who has responded to the story. I was kind of surprised. Thanks to everybody because you guys really motivated me to continue writing this story, which now I actually love. Sorry for the lack of updates, I've had this chapter written out for weeks, life just took over. Sorry. Again, please continue to read and review, and thank you to those who have.

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Nerd Be Gone-

Chemistry. I hate this, class. Like I'm ever going to go need to know what a poly-ion is or what the charge is of an anion or cation. This class is so useless, but for some sick reason the world has bestowed upon me the knowledge to understand this nonsense.

Great. It's bad enough that I'm in a class full of seniors, when I'm a freshman, but did I have to the only smart one in the class as well?

Blah, Blah, Blah, is a all I hear as drones on about the what all teachers babble about during the first semester of school, my focus was elsewhere as I'm distracted by the person in front of me.

John Cena, captain of the football team. Everything about him was perfect from his deep blue eyes, to the dimples on his face, to his big smile bright smile.

He was perfect, and I was still me.

The chances of him and I getting together, hell, even him and I holding a conversation with one another is zero to none.

I'm just Roxanne Withers your friendly next door neighbor and resident nerd, and he's, well he's just John Cena.

Need I say more?

My thoughts are soon interrupted by calling my name. "Mrs. Withers, this semester your lab partner will be, John Cena."

As this is said John is looking around the room for his new lab partner, he's oblivious to the fact that I've been sitting right behind since the beginning of last year.

Managing to get my nerves under control,, I get up and walk towards him. "Uhhh. Hi. Umm. I'm Roxanne."

He looks at me as if I were crazy but then a smile comes across his face, putting me at ease. "I'm John Cena."

Taking a seat next to him at the lab table in the middle of the class room, I do my best to focus on the class and not on John, this task came with little to no success.

"Are you smart?" John asks me in the middle of the class causing my dark brown eyes to look into his deep blue eyes.

"Umm. Y-Y-Yeah I guess. I mean I am a freshman in a class full of seniors, and I did get an A last semester."

"Cool." And that's all he said to me for the rest of the class until the bell rings, which ends the humiliation I've been having to endure for the past fifty-five minutes. Rushing to get out of this class as soon as possible, I'm called to speak to Mrs. Dubois, and guess who is with her.

"Roxanne, I would like for you to tutor John."

"WHAT!" I blurt out, dropping my books on the floor.

"You're the smartest student in the class, and I would greatly appreciate it if you could help out." Mrs. Dubois says.

"You've got to be kidding me." I mumble bending down to grab my book and the miscellaneous papers that fell out of it.

"Please, Partner." John asks me as he bends down to help me. I look up at him to see that gorgeous pearly white smile that makes me go weak in the knees whenever I see it.

"Uh. S-S-Sure." I manage to get out. How can I say 'No' to John Cena?

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"This can't be happening." I groan entering the locker room that I was assigned to, thankfully no one else was in there. I begin to unbutton my black vest and slip off my tank top when I hear a knock on the door, I ignore it, knowing exactly who was on the other side.

"Uhh can we talk." John lightly knocking on the door, before opening it, stopping when he sees me standing in the middle of the room with nothing but my jeans and a black lace bra on.

"If people don't reply, that usually means don't come in Cena." I reply walking past him and digging into my bag, looking for any distraction..

"Can you at least talk to me?" John asks, grabbing my arm. "Where do I know you from?"

"I'm Roxanne Withers, I was in your chemistry class my freshman year and you made my first year in high school a living hell." I reply, snatching my arm away from him and entering the locker room.

"Roxanne?" John stops, looking down at me in amazement. "Holy shit. I had no idea I-"

"For some pathetic reason, I trusted you and you-" I cut myself, giving myself a moment to calm down. "Never mind, lets just get this over with." I finish, grabbing my bag and heading into the bathroom, leaving behind a very confused John Cena.

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Dressed in a pair of baggy beige cargo pants and a black tank top, I walk out of the locker room and prepare for my debut as a WWE Diva.

"Mrs. Withers You ready to go?" One of the stagehands ask me as I approach the Gorilla Position, seeing a half naked John Cena give me a look as he puts on his shirt and gets ready for our segment before our match.

"And Action." The director says.

Backstage Segment

"So how do you feel about your tag team partner tonight?" Michael Cole asks.

"Well Kelly Kelly has improved a lot and I-"

"You haven't heard?" Michael asks John.

"Heard what?" John replies confused.

"There's been a change in plans, you have a new partner-."

"Thanks for the intro Cole, but I'll take it from here." I reply moving Michael out the way as John and I stare each other down. "I'm Roxy and I'm you're new tag team partner."

"You've got to be kidding me." John says looking down at my five-foot eight frame.

"Not at all Cena." I reply stepping up to him. "See you out there." I finish before winking at him and walking past him.

End of Backstage Segment

"That was great you guys." I hear a person say as I walk towards the curtain and prepare for my entrance. "You both go on after the commercial break."

John enters first and you hear the mix of cheers and boo's from the crowd as My Time is Now blasts through the arena and John does his entrance.

The music eventually comes to an end, and my theme song, Spaz by N.E.R.D, fills the arena as I go past the curtain and enter the Raw stage for the very first time.

I hear a mix of cheers and whistles as I walk down the ramp and past the crowd, a cocky grin plastered across my face.

They may love me now, but in a few weeks they'll hate me.

As I make my way towards the ring, I walk up the stairs and grab onto the rope, lowering them down a bit as I do my signature flip on the ropes and into the ring.

I stare down Beth Phoenix, ignoring John's calls for him to start the match, the bell rings and the match begins.

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Beth and myself have been in this match for about fifteen minutes, ignoring both Santino in Beth's corner, and John in mine, calls to get tagged in. This was how the match was supposed to go, two dominant Diva's trying to one-up each other, sparking a feud and eventually an alliance together.

As I climb on to the top turnbuckle, adjacent to the corner John was in, I do a moonsault off of it and land on Beth getting the three count, ending the mach as my music once again filling the arena.

"And your winners Roxy and John Cena." Is all I hear as John and I's arms are lifted into the air by the referee. I drop my hand and begin to exit the ring, but am stopped when John grabs my arm stopping me, he gives me a stern look that I brush off as off and exit the ring.

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Getting backstage I'm approached by the Glamazon herself, Elizabeth Carolan. "Great match tonight Roxy."

"Thanks." I reply holding onto my side as I walk down the hallway towards my locker room, but am once again stopped by the one and only John Cena.

"So what did I do this time?" I groan, leaning against the wall, to exhausted from my match to argue with John.

"Can we at least talk Roxy?"

"Do NOT call me Roxy, only my friends can call me that, and that last I checked, you weren't one of them." I snap at him. "There's nothing to talk about Cena."

John gives me an exasperated looke before continuing. "We're going to have to talk about this some time Roxanne." John finishes before walking away.

Yeah, that's what I was afraid of.

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