TRISH'S HOUSE

SATURDAY NIGHT

5:45 P.M

Trish observed herself in the mirror as she put the last finishing touches on her makeup. Trish had on her navy blue and Cardinal cheer outfit. She was getting ready for WWE HIGH'S FIRST football game of the season. She was so excited for the game and for John. Trish smiled. John. He's so HOT!! I have to make him mine if it's the last thing I do. Her smile slowly faded as she thought about what John said the day before...

FLASHBACK

STUDENT PARKING LOT

3:02 P.M

"See you Saturday and Bring Mickie, too!"

Trish frowned. "Why the hell would he want me to bring that bitch? He doesn't even know her!... Unless little miss trailer park has been trying to take him away from me! God that, Bitch! She knows I like him...well not really but..still. I can't let this happen and I won't." Trish fell out of her train of thoughts whe she saw the light flashing on her phone. It was a text message from Stacy.

- Stacy: Trish, where the hell are you!? Mrs. Valentine wants us to go over the routine and she said whoever is not here on time, won't be cheering in the game.

- Trish: Kk, Stacy. I'm otw now, just cover for me babe. Be there in 10.

- Stacy: KK, see you soon. Hurry!!!

Trish grabbed her keys and tossed her phone in her cheer bag. She checked herself in the mirror one last time before she left.

Ring Ring!!!

"Really, Stace!! I'm coming, DAMN!" Trish complained rummaging through her bag as she trotted down the stairs. "Mom, I'm leaving!" She shouted walking into the garage.

"Ok, sweetheart!! Love you!! Be safe!!" Her mother shouted back. Trish opened the door to her 2015 black Audi that she received on her 16th birthday. She looked at the caller ID on her Rose Gold IPhone 6 and smiled.

"Can I help you, asshole." Trish said. John chuckled.

"Yeah, babe where you at?!" John responded in almost a scream from all the noise in the background. "Babe?!..Awww" Trish thought. She felt herself blushing.

"What have I told you about claiming me? And I'm on my way now." Trish said turning on the ignition and opening the garage.

"Do I have a choice? You know I only want your sexy ass." John said. Trish giggled and felt her stomach doing death drops. She wanted him so bad. "Yo, did you invite your friend, Mickie!" John shouted. Trish rolled her eyes and drove the car out of the driveway.

"Ohh, shoot! I totally forgot." Trish said acting surprised.

"Aw, man..Well it's cool, though. Maybe next game." John said. Trish was getting frustrated and finally popped the question.

"Why do you want her to come anyways!?" Trish said nonchalantly.

"No reason it's just she's new and all. Plus, Tor already gave her a hard time today. I thought it would be nice to invite her, that's all." John said. "Torrie? What the hell did she do this time?" Trish thought.

"Ohh, okay, well I didn't know that." Trish said.

"Yeah, well coach is on my ass...See you later?" John questioned.

"Well duh I'm going to be on the same field as you" Trish retorted.

John chuckled. "Don't disappoint me, Stratus." John said ending the call. Trish chuckled with a small grin, but it slowly faded as she thought about her and John's convo. Trish sighed and did a quick U-Turn. She pulled into Mickie's driveway. She rushed to the door and rang the doorbell. Trish did an aggravated sigh and rolled her eyes "I'm going to regret this." Mickie's mother opened the door with a bright smile on her face.

"Hi." Trish said with a plastered smile and a slight wave. "Umm, Can I talk to um..Mickie really quick?"

"Oh, of course, Trish! She is upstairs in her room." Trish followed her mother as she led the way. "Mickie, Trish is here." Her mother said knocking on the door as she entered Mickie's room. Trish frowned when she saw Mickie. "What the fuck? She looks like she just finished digging holes somewhere." Trish thought. Mickie had on a brown plaid button down with baggy shorts, and old rugged cowgirl boots.

Mickie looked confused and shocked at the same time. "Trish, what are you..." Mickie trailed.

"Look, save it. I don't have time for your questions." Do you want to attend the football game?" Trish asked impatiently cutting her off.

MICKIE'S POV

I was speechless. " Trish Stratus is asking ME to come to the game with her?!" Ehhhh!!! Maybe this is my step to becoming popular and a chance to actually talk to John..."

"Um..HELLO!..Earth to WEIRDO!!, I don't have all day!" Trish shouted waving her hands back and forth in my face breaking my train of thoughts.

"Oh..um..I" I trailed.

"Shit! It's already 6:30! Mrs. V is going to kill me!" Trish said checking her phone interrupting me..Again.. "I have to go! Are you coming!!" Trish said frustratingly, practically screaming at me.

"Yes! Yes, I'll come." I said trying not to sound too excited even though I really was.

"Ok, hurry up! Let's go!" Trish said rushing downstairs.

"Wait!! Dressed like this!?" I said looking in the mirror. I can't impress John like this.

"Can't wait! Don't have time!" Trish screamed as she walked out the door. "Your ass should've thought about that when you woke up this morning" Trish thought.

I wanted look my best for John, but I didn't want to get left. Hanging out with Trish these past few days tells me she will leave me here in a heartbeat. I grabbed my coat and purse and hurried out the door. I sat in the back instead of in the front this time to make it less awkward between us. I took out my little hand mirror and applied some gloss to my lips and mascara to my lashes. Not that it was going to make a difference, being next to Trish, I look like a lost country cowgirl. She has everything! Designer clothes, designer shoes, the best hair, the best makeup, the best EVERYTHING!! I'll never impress John.

END OF MICKIE'S POV

TRISH'S POV

I looked in my rear view mirror and saw Mickie putting on makeup. "No wonder she sat in the back, she's trying to look decent enough for John." Trish scoffed out loud unintentionally.

"So..Mickie, who are you getting ready for?" Trish asked looking at her still through the mirror.

"No one just attempting to fit in with you guys." Mickie said nonchalantly glancing out the window. Trish nodded.

"Have you made any new friends yet or.." I trailed. "Anyone like you?..." Mickie shrugged.

"I met this girl named Lita. She's pretty cool. And John, too. He's nice." Mickie said with small grin.

"Bitch",I thought. "I almost swerved off the road after hearing that stupid shit."

"So..I'm guessing you like ol' Johnny boy, huh?" I asked keeping my eyes on the road

this time.

"Um..well I don't know..I barely know him." Mickie said still gazing out the window. "She really thinks I'm gonna believe that bull." I thought.

"You know I don't care if you like him. I don't want him you can have him." I coaxed tapping my perfectly manicured nails on the steering wheel.

"Really??" Mickie questioned looking in the rear view mirror at me.

"Yep, he's all yours." I coaxed again. I rolled my eyes. I was pissed. I knew that Bitch liked him. I looked in the mirror. " Why the hell is she smiling?" I chuckled to myself. She's in for a hell of a night if she even THINKS I'm gonna let her have him that easily.

END OF TRISH'S POV

WWE HIGH

FOOTBALL STADIUM

6:52 P.M

"TRISH! Where have you been the game starts in less than 10 minutes!" Stacy exclaimed giving her a hug. "Mrs. Valentine was pissed when you missed warm up."

"God damn it! I got here as fast as I could! Where is she?!" Trish said frantically putting glistening body lotion on.

"Don't worry I covered for you. I told her it was a family matter." Stacy said spraying more hairspray in her hair.

"Thanks, Stace you're the best! Muah" Trish exclaimed blowing her an air kiss. Stacy peeked around Trish's shoulder and saw Mickie trailing behind Trish. Stacy raised a perfectly arched eyebrow and tapped Trish on her shoulders and pulled her to the dressing room. Mickie rolled her eyes and went to go find a seat. "So much for inviting me.." Mickie thought and sighed as she pulled out her phone to substitute for her boredom.

"Hey..I see you came." A voice said. Mickie looked up to an unexpected visitor. Mickie was speechless. "Is this really happening to me?" She thought.

GIRLS' DRESSING ROOM

"Um....Trish?" What's old Mick-Donald doing here?!" She does realizes that this is a football game not a rodeo. Trish glances over here shoulder at Stacy and frowns.

"I know..I know, Stace..but John wanted me to invite her so..." Trish said applying some MAC Lip Gloss to her lips. Stacy's eyeballs looked like they were ready to take flight right out of her sockets.

"Are you serious?! Why would he want to invite...her?" Stacy said shockingly surprised with a scoff. Trish nodded with an "I know right!" look on her face.

"Look, I don't know what John sees in her but it pains me seeing her here as much as it pains you." Trish said applying more mascara to her lashes. "And that's not even the worse part, Stace. On the way here she sat in the back seat applying makeup." Stacy's jaw dropped like she's never heard of a teenage girl putting on makeup before. "I asked her ass why and she tries to act all innocent by saying she is trying to "fit in." Trish said raising two hands in the air, bending her two index fingers, and putting emphasis on the words fit in.

"Let me tell you, Stacy...that's not all. I asked her about having any friends and she says John is one of em." Can you believe that?" Trish questions Stacy not expecting her to reply back.

"Well, doesn't she know that he's your man." Stacy said adding cheer glitter makeup to her face. "Not yet anyways, but he will be."

"No, I told her I didn't like him, but only because I want to prove that she's crushing on him." Trish said fluffing her curls a little bit. "But don't worry...John and I will be together one day and soon, whether her country ass likes it or not." Trish said taking one more glance at the mirror before leaving the dressing room, satisfied with her look. She grabbed her Pom Poms and headed out the door.

FOOTBALL STADIUM

TRISH'S POV

Trish made her way through the rowdy crowd onto the football field. " Where's John." She thought not seeing him on the field. She managed to scan through the huddle of football players and failed to no avail. She continued to look for John, but was stopped in her tracks when she felt someone smack her hard on her arm.

"WHAT THE HELL!!" I yelled turning around to see who was about to get their ass beat. It was Stacy, Torrie, and Melina. "Yo, why the hell di-

"Trish! Look!!!!" Torrie said pointing frantically in one direction. I turned around rubbing my arm from the pain and saw my worst nightmare.

"That Bitch!" I saw John sitting next to Mickie with his arms around her and they looked like they were actually enjoying their little conversation. "I knew it! I knew that bitch like him!" I exclaimed. I was furious. She just tried it! Now she's in a hell of an awakening if she thinks for one second that I'm gonna let her take my man. But wait!! He's not my man...yet. Maybe the girls were right. If I don't let John in fast he might lose interest in me. There's no way he would leave me for....HER!! I'm gonna get my man, but I'm not backing down without a fight. She's messing with the wrong bitch!

END OF TRISH'S POV

MICKIE'S POV

"Hey..Mickie right?" a male voice said to her. She turned around and saw the most popular guy and most sexiest guy in WWE HIGH, John Cena. She felt her heart rate go from zero to 1000 real quick.

"Oh shit." I thought.

"Um..yes..H..Hi..How are you?"Mickie said with an embarrassing quiver in her voice.

"I'm pretty good. Is this seat taken?" John asked pointing to an invisible spot next to me. "Oh, God!"

"No! No, not at all." I said sliding over. He sat down next to me and draped his tanned, muscular arm over my shoulders. " Oh, Good Lord he smells so good."

"So,how you like it here so far?" John asked.

"It was challenging at first ,but It's gotten better. It's um...different." I said. John nodded. There was an awkward moment of silence. "Come on, Mickie. Say something to him!" I scolded as I thought to myself.

"So..Are you ready for the game?..you guys are going to win I'm sure." I said nodding pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "Are you ready for the game!?" Seriously?! Obviously he's ready! I was so stupid for that one!" I scolded again.

"Yeah, I'm really pumped about it you know..and of course we're going win." It's our first game. We just have to." John said ecstatically. "Wow, his blue eyes are gorgeous...and his smile. I feel like I'm in heaven. I wonder why Trish hates him so much. He seems like an awesome guy." I lost my train of thoughts when I felt John put his hand on my thigh.

"Hey..I have to go,but can I use your phone real quick?" John asked. I nodded and handed him my phone. After using it for a few seconds he gave me back my phone. Something told me to look at the screen and I'm glad I did. 543-9392 I felt my heart doing backflips. "I can't believe he gave me his number! ME! This means he probably likes me."

"You know if you ever wanna talk...or hang out..you can always...

"You couldn't get your hands in my pants so your tryna get your hands in the new girl's I see." said a familiar feminine voice. "Damn." John and Mickie turned around to see Trish standing behind them in her cheer outfit with Pom Poms in hand. Trish was acting all calm, but what she really wanted to do was shove her Pom Poms down Mickie's throat. She wanted her to know exactly what was going through head. To think that she could've actually had a chance makes her body cringe.

John chuckled and removed his arm from around my shoulders. "What the hell is she doing?" She's ruining everything!" I scolded but this time it was towards Trish.

"Of course not, Stratus! If my hands were in your pants. We'd be doing so much more right now, and I know you know what I mean." John said grabbing her waist as he pulled her close. They were basically chest to chest. Trish smiled and bit her lip as she twirled one of her curls around her finger.

"Aren't you supposed to be doing burpees or something with your little teammates. I thought you were the Captain. I don't see you taking charge." Trish said waving her hand towards the field.

"Hey, everyone needs a break. Speaking of a break..when are you gonna give me one?" John said running his hand down her arm until his hand intertwined with hers. "Damn, I just want to make out with him right now" Trish thought.

"Hmm..let me think." Trish said cupping her face in her hand like she was having a train of thoughts. "I'd say never." Trish retorted letting go ofJohn's hand and pushing him away trying to move John, but he didn't budge. "Damn, I love his abs. John chuckled.

"Your feisty! I love it." John commented smiling. "I can be feisty, if that's what he wants."

" It always seems to turn you on." Trish said smiling. John smiled and bit his lip as he look Trish up and down.

"You know when we win tonight..how about you and I go to my house and celebrate?" John said pulling her close once again and rubbed his hand down her back. Trish smiled "Everyone's looking at us, even that hoe-billy over there." Hoe-billy.Good one, Trish." Trish thought chuckling to herself a bit. "We are such the perfect couple. She's gonna have to try harder if she thinks I'm letting her take John away from me." She thought again.

"Nice try, Johnny boy! But I'm not that easy. I'm not gonna just spread my legs for you. You have to earn that." Trish said trying to play hard to get by removing John's hands, but he kept putting them back where they were before.

"I didn't say anything about you spreading your legs, but you are a cheerleader....." John trailed with his lips moving closer to her ear. "My cheerleader." John whispered in her ear. Trish bit her lip. "Oh, God! Let him take me now!!" Trish thought. Trish was about to say something but was interrupted by a whistle.

BLURRRRRRRR!!!!

"Alright guys!! Hurry up and huddle up!! Hustle, hustle, hustle!! The game's about to start." The football coach yelled into the bull horn. All of the football players were making their way to the middle of the football field.

"Bet $20 bills Ill score the winning goal tonight." John said smiling.

"Hmm..winning goal? $20 bills you say? That's a pretty big bargain, even for you,John. I don't want you to go broke when you give me those $20 dollars." Trish retorted. John chuckled.

"Oh you don't think I will, Stratus?" John questioned. Trish shook her head with a plastered grin on her face. John cupped his chin, staring at the dark blue sky like he was thinking about something. "Okay. Let's make it interesting. If I score the winning goal, you have to kiss me and I'm not talking just any kiss, Stratus. A longgggg...congratulations kiss on these luscious lips. Trish's grin grew into a smile. She nodded.

"Ok, Cena, you have a deal." Trish said with a hair flip shaking his hand.

BLURRRRRRRR!!!! LET'S GO, CENA!!! NO TIME FOR KISSING UP!!!

"Well that's my cue..I need to go before coach gets on my ass." John said. "See you later, Stratus." John said hitting her on the ass. Trish squealed.

"Watch yourself, Cena." Trish retorted. Trish smiled from ear to ear watching John away. "Oh, yeah...he's definitely mine, now." Trish thought.

I got up and went to the confession stand. I couldn't take it anymore. "I was getting really uncomfortable sitting there while John and Trish had their little love fest..right in FRONT of me!! And everyone here!" Ugh, why did she have to come over here. Everything was going so well. I actually thought..I really really thought that I might have a chance with John!" Damn it! I thought she said she didn't like John. Why is she all over him?" That bitch."

END OF MICKIE'S POV

CONCESSION STAND

MICKIE'S POV

"Thank you." I said paying the cashier. He handed me my nachos but he kept staring at me all weird. "Oh, no! Don't tell me I have lipstick on my teeth." I thought sliding my tongue across my top row of teeth. After staring at me for what it felt like a century, he finally said something.

"Hey, aren't you that new girl?" Trish Stratus's friend, right?" The cashier said. "As much as I wanna be her friend, she doesn't wanna be mine." Damn. Is that all these people see me as the new girl. Well I am the new girl, but why do they always have to bring up, Trish. "

"It's Mickie." I retorted. He nodded with an "Ohh.." trailing behind in his voice.

"Well, Mickie, since you and Trish are friends..you think you can give me her number?" He said. " What the fuck? Do I look like her little assistant? Her flunkie? Is that all I'm good for? I know I follow her around, but geez..I'm a teenage girl, too. I have feelings. I'm human not a fucking robot."

" I'm not sure." I don't think Trish would like that." I said hesitantly.

"I'm sure she wouldn't mind. I have her 5th period for Anatomy." He said. " I can't believe this guy right now."

" Um, I have to go." I said turning around and walking away in a fast pace. I forced my way through the crowd, using my elbows for leverage. I turned the corner and before I knew it I was on the floor with nachos on my chest. "What the hell? Did I just run into a brick wall?" I thought holding my head.

"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry.." A very familiar male voice said. I looked up and it none other than John Cena. I can't believe I ran into him. I guess I was to busy trying to get away from that guy. He was in his football uniform with his shoulder pads on and his helmet in his hand. "No, wonder my head hurt. I just got knocked out by the quarterback and Captain of the football team.

"Mickie!" He said looking down at me. I nodded still holding my head. " I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there. I'm kinda in a rush." John said holding out his hand. I grabbed it and he helped me up. I looked down at my shirt that was covered with nachos and jalapeños.

"I'm really so about running into you and knocking your food all over your chest." He said. I held my hand up letting him know it was okay. "Hey, come with me. I think I have an extra shirt." He said grabbing my hand. I smiled and followed. After walking through the crowd of high school students, we were inside of a building. I had no idea of where he was taking me, but I didn't care. I was with the hottest guy in school right now. He stopped and let go of my hand. "Aww.. Did the moment have to end." We were standing outside of the Boys' Locker Room.

"Wait here." He said. He disappeared as he walked in the locker room. I stood there for like two minutes and he came back out with a football varsity t-shirt with Cena on the back. "Here. You can put this on when you get all cleaned up." John said handing me the shirt.

"Thanks." I smiled taking the shirt. John nodded. "I can't believe he gave me his shirt." I thought heading towards the restroom to change.

"Yo! Mickie.." John yelled running towards me. "Oh, God! What's about to happen?" "Don't forget to text me. Okay?" He smiled running back to the field. I felt like screaming right now. I can't believe he said that. "Best. Night. Ever!!!"

GIRLS' LOCKER ROOM

"Wow! Was that an awesome game or what guys?" Stacy exclaimed packing her bag. "I mean 60 - 42. Today was a total wipeout for WCW. WWE had it in the bag with such a huge victory. She said double checking her bag.

"Yep, it was awesome alright." Trish rushing to the door. She wanted to catch John before he leaves and she wanted to make sure Mickie was no where near him.

"Trish, where are you going in such a hurry?" Torrie asked.

"Can't talk. Gotta find John. Trish said practically running out of the door. Torrie nodded and smiled.

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"Where is he?" Trish said curiously as she tried to search for John over the sea of people. She needed start making her moves on John tonight. It's perfect timing. WWE HIGH took home a win at the very first game of the season and there's nothing better to top it off other than John and I, both captains of our teams becoming WWE High's #1 couple. "We're gonna make so many people jealous." Trish thought happily with a smile emerging from her lips.

She continued her little scavenger hunt for John, but it quickly ended when she heard her phone ringing in her cheer bag. Trish quickly rummaged through her bag for her phone and smiled at the sight of the caller ID. It was John. " OMG, It's him!" Trish was actually nervous to answer the phone. Her stomach was doing backflips and her hands were becoming sweaty.

"Hello." She answered.

"Hey, sexy! Where you at?" John replied through the phone. Trish giggled and blushed. She was so happy she wasn't face to face with him right now to see her blushing hard.

"By the concessions, Cena. What's up?" Trish said casually twirling a strand of her blond hair on her finger. John scoffed through the phone.

"Oh, I know you didn't forget about our deal, Stratus?" He joked. Trish smiled.

"Hmm...I don't know. You wanna refresh my memory for me?" Trish joked coquettishly. John laughed.

"Okay, Stratus. Meet me in the parking lot and we can handle our little "deal" out there." He retorted.

"What you tryna do? Rape me?" She joked again.

"Wow, Trish! I can't believe you think of me being so repulsive. I'm not gonna rape your sexy ass, I'm gonna kindly seduce you." John countered. Trish laughed and shook her head.

"Whatever, Cena. I'll be there in a 5 minutes." Trish said.

"Aww, this is the first time you haven't insulted me, Stratus." John said. Trish rolled her eyes and chuckled.

" Bye, moron!" She yelled into the phone.

"Ahh, there's my girl!" He replied hanging up. "Not yet, but I'm going to make it official." Trish thought tossing her phone in her bag and throwing it over her shoulder.

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WWE HIGH

STUDENT PARKING LOT

10:25 P.M

TRISH'S POV

I walked to the student parking lot and found John leaning against my car. He looked so sexy in his football uniform, minus the football helmet and shoulder pads he had on during the game. Once I got closer I scolded at him, but in a sexy way.

"Why is your ass all on my car, Cena?" I said pushing him out of the way, rubbing the spot where he was sitting. My heart jumped when I felt a pair of strong muscular arms wrap around me from behind.

"I was waiting on your sexy ass, Stratus." He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my body. I rested my head back on his chest with my eyes closed and bit my lip. "See this feels good doesn't it? Why would you just let me in?" He questioned letting go of my body and turning me around so I can see his baby blue eyes in this dark starry night.

"I'll tell you what asshole, how about we finish this deal and if I find you even close to being a good kisser, I might let you in." I said rubbing my fingers through his marine cut hair. John grabbed me by the waist and pulled me closer to him. We were chest to chest. He tucked one of my curls out of my face behind my ear and looked deep into my eyes. He leaned in and kissed me passionately on the lips.

I placed my hand behind his head to make sure he didn't break the kiss. While we were kissing, his hand was trailing down my back. I squealed a bit as he caressed my ass. I broke the kiss and walked away because my face was blood shot red.

"You know what this mean, Stratus? We're official now." John said following me to the driver's side of my car. I shook my head.

" I don't remember agreeing to that." I chuckled getting inside of my 2015 Black Audi I8. John's mouth dropped opened in shock, making me laugh even harder.

"What do you mean? That was a bomb ass kiss we just did!" He exclaimed.

"Sorry to burst your little bubble Johnny boy, but we..."

*DING DING*

It was a text message from Mickie. I rolled my eyes and read the message. "Ugh! What does she want?"

Mickie: "Where are you?"

I scoffed at text message and rolled my eyes. My fingers were jetting across my phone keyboard like a type writer.

"In the parking lot. Hurry up! Leaving in 5 minutes!" I replied back tossing my phone onto the passenger seat and turning my focus back to John. He had a stern look on his face with his arms crossed.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked with a concerned look on my face, slowly emerging from my car and closing the door behind me.

"We have only been going out for 2 minutes and you're already cheating on me.." John said with his arms remaining crossed. I smiled and chuckled a bit.

"Really?! You asshole! I thought something was wrong with you!" I exclaimed smacking his arm. John broke out into loud and obnoxious laughter.

"So you're saying you care about me, Stratus." He said coming closer to me. We were chest to chest, leaning against my car with his arms around my waist again. The only difference is I didn't fight back and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

"And if I did?.." I trailed, twirling my index finger in circles around his ear. John didn't respond he just smiled, but that smile slowly disappeared.

"What are we doing right now, Trish? On a serious note, I'm tired of the games. I really, REALLY, want you to be my girl. I just need you to tell me that we're official." He said solemnly. He grabbed both my hands and held them looking deep into my hazel orbs. I cocked my head to the side as if it was something I had to think about. "Okay, Trish. This is it! The moment's finally here and all you have to do is say yes!" I thought. My heart was beating so fast, it felt like a stampede of horses were trotting on my chest. I didn't know why I was so nervous but I was. I never knew what this moment would feel like. When I finally built up enough courage, I prepared myself to say yes!

"John.." I trailed. He looked at me intently, patiently, but anxiously awaiting my answer. John nudged me a little, with his hands still in mine as a sign telling me to hurry up and say something already. As I was about to say yes my words got caught in my throat as if I had seen a ghost, but it was a ghost. It was that troll Mickie lethargically making her way over here. "Ahh, perfect timing. Now she's gonna get what she deserves after she sees what's I'm about to do." I thought sinisterly.

"My answer is no. We are not official" I said in a nonchalant manner. John stared at me with disappointment and unsatisfactory. He let go of my hands, turned his back towards me and placed his hands on his hips. He was glancing up at the dark night sky as if he was looking for an answer.

"Really?! Trish, I actually thought you would st-...

"NOT until...I show you how to properly make US official. I yanked him aggressively by his shirt towards me until we were face to face. He had a quizzical expression on his face. He was about to say something until I cut him off once again and kissed him hard on his lips. My tongue darted into his mouth, causing him to moan and wrap his arms tightly around my waist. I placed my hand on the of his head and caressed my French manicured nails through his prickly, marine cut hair. John's hand trailed down my back and squeezed my ass. I let out a soft moan. John had took control and used his body weight to pin me against the car. I glance over my shoulder and saw Mickie watching us. She looked hurt with a doleful look on her face. I smiled at her and let out another moan, but this time it was forced.

"Hopefully, NOW, This bitch knows not to fuck with me when it comes to my man. My man. That has a nice ring to it! I can't believe he's finally mine."

END OF TRISH'S POV

WWE HIGH

GIRLS' RESTROOM

10:20 PM

MICKIE'S POV

I took one last glance in the mirror before leaving. I threw that disgusting shirt in the trash can. There was no need in keeping it since it was covered in greasy cheese and jalapeños. I'm so happy John let me borrow his football jersey. John is so cute! I can't even be mad after what he said to me earlier.

"Don't forget to text me. Okay?"

I'm literally blushing at thought. I wish we could spend more time together. Tonight was actually kind of fun. That moment when he came and sat by me AND putting his arm around me! It felt almost as if he liked me. It felt..PERFECT, that is until Trish came and ruined everything. I scoffed and rolled my eyes at the thought of Trish. Wait a minute! Trish! Oh shit! The game is over! I hope she didn't leave me here! Let me text her really quick!!

Me: "Where are you?" I wait anxiously for her to text back as I make my way down the hallway. I had no idea where I was going! I have spent a whole week in this school and I still don't know where I'm going!

*DING DING

OMG! It was Trish! I'm actually surprised she texted me back. I opened the message and read it.

TRISH: "In the parking lot. Hurry up! Leaving in 5 minutes!"

After reading her message, I began to panic. I soon started running and turning corners and hoping I'd find my way out. Suddenly I remembered where I was going when I saw the boys locker room. I rushed through the double doors that led to the student parking lot and to my surprise there was still a lot of people here. I stood on my tippy toes and searched for Trish, but to no avail.

I passed by so many BMWs, Mercedes-Benz, even a Bentley! How are these kids so stuck up and snotty, but so well privileged. I have maintained a 4.0 GPA, I have NO disciplinary record whatsoever and I will be off to Harvard soon, but yet I still don't have a car. I have participated in many contests and competitions. Not to mention I have done lots of volunteer work, just so I can receive the full ride to Harvard that I am blessed with. I don't see how these kids never work a day in their lives or work hard for anything and they have everything. I just don't get it and I never will.

After walking for what felt like an eternity, I finally found Trish. I felt my heart jump out of my chest and shatter to a thousand pieces. I saw Trish and John making out. I wanted to runaway and go cry in a hole somewhere, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn't move. I couldn't help, but watch. I can't believe I actually thought I had a chance with John. Trish is such a conniving bitch. She did this on purpose! I knew she liked him, but why does she always pretend not to? Why did I allow her to let me think that I actually had a chance to find someone as great as John in this school?

"Oh no! No! Not here! I don't need to cry. I don't need her to see me like this. That would only give her great satisfaction." That small lecture I thought would help just made things worse. Tears came pouring down, stinging my cheek. Watching them was the most painful thing I have experience since coming down here.

"Why did we have to move? Everything was perfect the way they were. I didn't have to deal with people like Trish or her envious friends. I didn't have to worry about people like John because no one would ever talk to me and actually have a decent conversation with me. Why do I always feel like I'm being used? It never fails." My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Trish moan. I scoffed at the sound of her pleasure. I'm not one who's big on sexual interactions, but at least having my first kiss would be nice. Some of the few friends I did have back home had there first kiss in middle school. Middle school?!? How could they even think about something sexual at such a young age?

Once my tears subsided, my face felt like moldy clay. Some tears were dried and some were still wet. Somehow I built up the courage to look in their direction once more. They were still playing kissy face. I felt like a creep just standing here staring at them. I wanted to turn away, but then all of a sudden I see Trish looking back at me. She flashed her plastic Barbie smile at me and moaned again, but louder. I felt anger and rage take over me. She knows how bad she has gotten under my skin, but I'm not gonna let her win that easily.

"Two can play this game, Trish."

END OF MICKIE'S POV

End of Chapter 4

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