Believe me or not, but I was without inspiration to work on this story for the last four months. Yesterday, out of nowhere I felt inspired and as you can see I was able to write a new chapter - I'm not sure if I like it or not yet.

Thank you to my time is now, FreakierThanFreaks, Cena's baby doll, jessbynaturexo and Nadia26 for the lovely reviews. I'm sorry for making everyone wait so long for a new chapter.

If you enjoy Jacy - John Cena & Stacy Keibler -, you can always read "A Twist In My Story" (they are one of the main couples) and "Returning Home". I updated these two stories with more frequency than I update this one.

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The sun had risen too soon for the Vincent Kennedy McMahon School students. With their eyelids half-open and with her bodies filled with a dose of caffeine, they were able to drag their bodies to the classrooms.

Taking a seat near the window, Stacy would attend to her first-class in her new high school. After checking schedules, the tall blonde found out that her best friend and Candice would make her company throughout the Biology class.

- Good morning - Linda McMahon - the principal's wife - said when stepped into the classroom. All the conversations between the teenagers ceased when she spoke and their eyes stared at the woman in her forties.

She unlocked the brown briefcase and took off from it her edition of the Biology book every single student had. Quickly, the female teacher found out the page she was searching for.

- As I told you last class, today we will be doing an experiment related with the different tips of rocks - igneous, sedimentary and metamorphic - the light-blonde professor explained to the private school students. The new addition felt completely clueless. - Please, open up your books in the page thirty-two to read the procedure and then put your hands to work.

Torrie raised her hand up in the air. Receiving authorization to speak her question was cut off by the vision of the classroom door being slowly opened by a late student.

John tried to make his lateness to pass unnoticed - which was a difficult task -, but luck wasn't at his side. As soon as his feet touched the room's floor, Linda caught him trying to sneak into the room.

- Cena! - Linda exclaimed and turned her body to face the late student. John stopped walking and stared at the professor, who wasn't wearing a nice smile in her face. - Do you know what time it is?

- Good morning Mrs. McMahon - he simply answered. He was very aware of what time it was. If the football player wasn't sentient of it, he wouldn't have tried to sneak into a filled classroom without a noise - which was a really bad idea; his presence would never pass unnoticed.

Stacy's eyes rolled when they met her "arch-enemy". She already was expecting him to be in most of her classes - they were both in their senior year; plus she wasn't a lucky person -, but did he have to be in the same Biology class as her? It was only the first class of the day and she already had to face him and to listen to his voice.

A strange chill ran down her spine. It wasn't going to be a good first day of classes for her.

- The year had just begun and it's the third time you enter in my class after the bell rang - Linda spoke with her eyes fixed on John. The ice glance would have frozen anyone - less to the students who already were used to it. - Do you have a plausible explanation for being late again or will you make up one right now?

- I would say that the alarm clock didn't ring, but no one would believe me. So, I'll simply say that I overslept and I'll apologize for being late. Also, I can't promise it won't happen again.

- Thank you for your sincerity Mr. Cena. But if you arrive late to my class one more time, I'll send you to detention for an entire week. - Her eyes returned to the class, giving John time to give the first steps into his seat direction. It didn't take too long until the woman's voice echoed throughout the walls. - Is that clear?

Without pronouncing a word fearing it could put Linda in a bad humour - in a worse humour than she already was because of him -, John nodded with his head and then walked away to his seat - the farthest chair he could find from the professor's reach.

When the teenager passed by the new blonde student, he sent a smirk in her direction. Her annoying expression didn't come unnoticed to him. She wasn't the only being angry for having to share the same space with someone she despised.

- If the eyes could kill...- Candice mumbled under her breath. The raven-haired high school senior wasn't convinced about the bad blood between John and Stacy by the previous night talk - words weren't enough to persuade her to accept it as true -, but the gaze Stacy sent in John's direction after the mocking smirk easily showed the words were a lot more true than false.

- Miss Wilson, what did you want to ask me before your classmate so promptly interrupted my class?

- I was wondering if we could work in trios - the honey blonde quickly answered. When she had to work with someone else, her usual Biology partner was Candice. However, with Stacy around, it didn't feel right to leave her aside - especially when her best friend was the new student in school.

- Perhaps I can open an exception today. - Torrie beamed, showing her white pearls to the teacher, when she listened to the pleasant answer. Nevertheless, the student who arrived behind schedule wouldn't have many reasons to smile. - Oh, and Mr. Cena, you'll have double work today. But I'm not asking you to have everything ready at the end of the class. - Outside students would feel a rest of hope, but the ones who knew Linda McMahon were sure she wasn't going to be easy on them. - I'm ordering you.

A smile flourished in the Baltimore native's face. Stacy wasn't a lucky person, but John's luck didn't stay far behind hers.

With the end of the classes approaching, the Vince McMahon students couldn't stay still. The classes may have started two weeks ago, but they were still programmed for their holiday mood. Also, the hot weather outside didn't help their concentration not even a little bit.

- You can dismiss! - Eric Bischoff didn't have to order it twice. Before his words - even before the belt rang -, the senior class already was tidying the books, notebooks and pens to be sure they could fly from the room as soon as the belt gave a sign.

Rising up to her feet, Stacy picked up her notebook to save it inside her bag. However, her task was interrupted by Eric, who wished to speak with her. Without taking a second, the blonde teenager went to talk with her uncle.

- Why do I always feel sleepy in this class? - Trish asked to no one in special. She had to battle her eyes from closing throughout the ninety minutes of class. Also, she had to fight the urge of taking off from her purse the blackberry Eric had almost stayed with the previous day.

- Who doesn't? - Randy replied placing his bag over his shoulder. If they could at least handle the professor, the class wouldn't be so hard to deal with.

Paying attention to his friends' conversation, the third member of the trio who had been expelled from the Math class the prior day didn't pay attention to his way. Unluckily, he toppled a couple of books located on a desk.

- I can't believe it - John mumbled between his teeth. From every single girl - every single student - in the classroom, he had to throw Stacy's books to the floor. At the moment, John Cena believed he had done something very wrong and karma was giving him a lesson.

- Good luck - Randy said hurrying his step. He had watched many discussions between his best friend and the tall blonde during the summer. Another harsh exchange of words wasn't what he had in mind. He would rather spend those precious seconds with Candice.

As much as Trish would love to watch the scene which was about to happen, she had to leave the classroom. She had agreed on meeting Carlito and after the last time they had been together, it was better not to make him wait.

John went down on one knee and started the unbearable task of picking up from the floor her enemy's books.

As it was to believe, Stacy had been in all his classes that day. The Boston native was in a tide of good luck - yes, the football team captain was being sarcastic. If his good luck endured until the following day, the tall blonde girl would be part of all his classes, which meant he wouldn't be free of her presence at least once during his school schedule.

- What did you do? - he listened to the voice of the girl he most disliked in the World. Couldn't she have spoken with Eric for longer? A few more seconds, he would put everything back into place without her realizing what he had done by mistake.

- I didn't do it on purpose - John replied in his defence. He wasn't lying; it was the raw truth. Nevertheless, by the fire in her eyes he understood Stacy didn't believe him - it isn't like he ever thought she would believe his word. - Next time, be sure you don't place your books on the desk's edge.

- Next time, be sure you walk with your eyes wide open - the Baltimore native replied folding her arms over her chest.

Swerving his eyes in her direction, John questioned himself how did he think she was cute when they first met. Standing up, he placed the books back where they were before he mistakenly threw them to the wooden floor.

- Can't you be nice once in your life? - It had only spent once day - in a matter of fact, it hadn't even spent a full day - since she came to his high school and he just couldn't deal with her complains. - I picked up your books from the floor!

- After you threw them to there. You only did what you had to. It wasn't a nice gesture; it was your obligation. - A know-it-all smile appeared in her features. That smile always made John lose his patient faster than it was normal. Also, it made him want to irritate her even more to see it vanishing.

- If you had placed your books where you should, I wouldn't have gone against them. So, be nice and thank me for picking them up.

- Are you kidding me? You throw my books to the floor and instead of apologizing you are waiting for me to thank you.

John shook his head. This was a battle neither of them would win. As much as he denied, it was his fault and he did have to apologize for what happened. Nevertheless, instead of leaving the books on the floor, he had been a gentleman and picked them up for her - which meant she had to thank him for the kind gesture.

With his silence, Stacy opened up her bag and carefully put inside it the books threw to the floor. If her uncle hadn't called her nothing of this would happen. She could have gone through the day without having a conversation - better yet, a discussion - with this person.

- Why do you have to be so stubborn? - The other person in the room - at the moment only the two teenagers occupied the classroom - may have calmly whispered it, but he wanted the blonde girl to listen to him.

- I'm stubborn? - She felt incredulous by his words. If someone inside the room was obstinate it was John; it wasn't she. - Are you sure you aren't talking about yourself?

- For love of God, Keibler! - He ran his fingers through his hair. He was completely convinced he wouldn't survive a whole year with Stacy around him. - Why can't you just go back to the place you came from? I believe your friends over there - if you have friends - must be missing your sour humour.

She sent a dirty glance in his direction. Her last wish was to speak about her old school. The blonde had left amazing friends behind - she missed them. However, hurtful memories were related with that place and she didn't want to be remembered of them.

Passing by John, she made sure her shoulder went against his chest. She hit him hard; nevertheless it didn't hurt him as much as she wished. The collision had probably hurt her more than it hurt him for her dismay.

- There is a first time for everything - John commented with a victory smile etched across his face. Did he just win a battle that he thought no one would win? If his enemy was withdrawing, it could only mean he had won it.

- Go to hell - Stacy answered without turning around to face him. The new student walked out of the door without look again at him once again. He knew too well how to push her buttons which lead to her losing her grin.

John already was used to her erratic behaviour towards him. Nonetheless, her surprising reaction to his comment caught his interested - more than he would want to admit. Over the summer he didn't realize she may be hiding something - he was far more concerned figuring out how to stay away from her than listen to her conversations -, but now he did.

Making his way through the classroom to leave it - he had never spent so much time in the space after a boring Match class -, John wondered if he was interested enough to figure out her secret.