Thank you to my time is now, Cena's baby doll, FreakierThanFreaks and Nadia26 for the reviews. Most of this chapter was written five months ago, but only today when checked my files I realized it and then I decided to finish it. I understand if you are angry at me because I take ages to update this story. I'm really sorry.
Also, I'm sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes. English isn't my first language.
Over the next few days, Stacy Keibler found herself thinking that something weird was going on. The blonde just didn't know how to figure out what was wrong.
Until now, the integration in the new school environment had been easier than she initially thought. She had been accepted by a group of friends - more due to Torrie's friendship than her capacity to communicate - and she was recovering the missing classes very quickly. Stacy had many reasons to be content with the past week. But there was something going on and even if she couldn't figure out it, she knew it was related with John Cena.
After a rocky start - with two fights in less than twenty-four hours -, the next days had been calm between her and John. Too calm if someone asked Stacy. She could only conceive he was planning something against her person.
The blonde shook her head without believe in her recent thoughts. It was more than certain that she was making all up. John had simply done an excellent job not to share the same space and to breathe the same air as her. Nothing wrong was going on.
Her troubled thoughts came to an end when she listened to her best friend's voice. The honey blonde had already taken a seat around the table without Stacy noticing it. They were sat side-by-side and because of her recent thoughts she didn't realize it.
- I brought you a salad - Torrie said, placing a Garden Salad in front of Stacy along with a bottle of natural water. They honey blonde had chosen a very healthy lunch for both of them.
The blonde's lips formed a thankful smile as much as she disliked the healthy lunch Torrie had brought. She wasn't a fan of salads - to be part of her old school cheer-leading squad, her lunches and dinners had consist practically of salads to keep her body fit -, however, as it has been bought and offered by her best friend she accepted the lunch with a smile etched across her face. Luckily the next time the honey blonde went on with the nice gesture, she would choose something with more proteins and a lot more calories.
- Will anyone else join us for lunch today? - Stacy asked while she pushed away with the fork the raw onions. She loved Torrie to death, but no friendship implied she had to sacrifice her taste and to eat onions.
Not seeming to notice Stacy's gesture - which the taller blonde was thankful for -, Torrie quickly gave the answer her friend was searching for.
- Don't worry. Only the girls will meet us for the lunch. John won't be around to annoy you as you may fear - which means you two won't annoy anyone with your meaningless discussions. Everyone is going to be happy.
Torrie's mention brought back John to her thoughts. Once again, Stacy started analyzing his unbelievable and difficult to understand behaviour. She wondered what he could want from her. The gazes sent in her direction showed he wanted something from her; however, he would never approach and if he spoke with her no nice words were used and no questions were pronounced.
Also, their discussions weren't meaningless as Torrie stated. He was a jerk and she wouldn't let him bring her down without a fight.
- I wasn't worried about him. - Stacy couldn't stand spending time around John. As far away as he stayed from her, the happier she felt. Nevertheless his behaviour towards her lately had been annoying her. She didn't know what was going on inside his mind and for the first time since they met she wanted to know it.
- I confess that I never expected you two to end up acting as mouse and cat.
- Don't tell me you were expecting a romance to blossom between us?
Luckily Stacy didn't place any kind of vegetable inside her mouth or she would have choke on it to death when she listened to Torrie's answer. The new arrival was sure of the answer the honey blonde would give her and it was pleasant at all.
- Yes, I was expecting it. But only because when I made the presentations, I could swear I saw sparkles fly between you. - Her instinct had never been to join Stacy and John, to make out of them a couple. A part of her head wasn't very fond of the idea. It wasn't fond of it at all. However, after sensing some sparks, she expected her best friend and John to have some kind of romantic involvement.
Stacy inhaled a long breath. Of course Torrie saw sparks fly between them - sparks of rage to be more concrete. She couldn't realize how could be so hard for people, for her friends, to believe nothing would ever happen between her and John. They were the opposite of each other. They couldn't stay in the same room for long without throwing mean comments at each other.
Meeting John had been one of the worst things that happened in her life. If she could turn back in time, the blonde would have convinced Torrie to go on holiday to another place - a place where John wouldn't be - and to avoid meeting him. Not only would it give her fewer headaches as she wouldn't handle people suspecting she may have deep feelings towards him - which is a big fat lie.
Shaking her head, Stacy tried not to think about the theme anymore. She wanted to bury John deep in her thoughts. Couldn't she have a peaceful lunch where he wasn't the main topic of the conversation? Would he haunt her until the school year was over?
- So, how are you and Billy? - It was perhaps a low blow to bring up Torrie's relationship, but her last wish was to continue talking about John and what could have happened between them. As hard as it was, Stacy wanted to keep mental and physical distance from him.
- I still don't know where we stand. He rarely answers my phone calls nowadays. I'm thinking about making him a visit. - Torrie was aware their relationship was going through a tough moment. Her once lovely boyfriend didn't seem to care about her anymore; he was so cold towards her. Nonetheless, she couldn't let him to slip out her fingers without making a move.
- If someone should drop by to make a visit, it should be Billy and not you.
Billy hadn't been the nicest of the guys when it came to his girlfriend. Stacy feared that if Torrie went to visit him at college, he would ignore and try to avoid her. If he didn't want anything to do with Torrie anymore, why didn't he just tell her? He was dragging a relationship with no future and making the honey blonde to suffer due to it.
The conversation didn't go further between the two best friends because of the arrival of Trish. The petit teenager had showed up out of blue and was sat at their side.
- I'm feeling miserable - Trish exclaimed in a whisper when took a seat around the table. The petit blonde didn't understand she interrupted the serious conversation between the two best friends.
She was hurt by her boyfriend - well, now ex-boyfriend - because he departed to Europe out of nowhere when her fling with Carlito started. Along with her friends, the petit blonde attended to a final year party which ended up with her making out with the guy, Carlito, and without knowing they were in a relationship. She wished she could blame alcohol for her actions, but she wasn't that drunk when it all happened.
- We told you to finish your thing with Carlito before it went further, but you didn't listen to us. - A scorned woman always took the wrong decisions. - You brought this to yourself.
- You are such a lovely friend - Trish replied with a tone of sarcasm in her voice. She didn't need to be reprimanded by her closest friends because of her mistakes. Trish needed their support and help.
The petit girl desperately needed to figure out a way to come to an end with her unwanted relationship. Trish had been happy at Carlito's side for the last months, but she saw him more as a friend than as a boyfriend. Perhaps if she still didn't have feelings for her stupid ex-boyfriend their relationship could be different. Neither she nor Carlito deserved to be in this relationship.
- Is it me or the main conversation topic around here is always relationships? - Stacy spoke, calling the attention of the other two blondes over her. They went from Torrie's almost ending relationship to Trish unwanted dating. And of course, it even was insinuated a relationship between her and John.
Running her fingers through her hair, Stacy queried herself why people would think she and John would ever be girlfriend and boyfriend. It was said a boy and a girl couldn't be best friends without having deeply love feelings for each other. However, she had never heard anything about a guy and a girl who hated each other guts as much as they did could possibly have a happy ending together.
- I won't mind badmouthing some teachers or having a good hour of gossip. It is much better theme to talk about.
By the corner of the eye, Stacy caught the last person in the World she thought that would be observing her. The gesture only helped increase her recent suspicions. There was something going on and if she wanted to know what it was, she would need to confront the last person with whom she wished to share the same space: John Cena.
As captain of the football team, John Cena had the unwanted task of locking the locker-room after the practices. He liked his position in the team; however, he wasn't fond of his tasks. He had some more important stuff to do than wait for a bunch of guys to get dressed and to pack their stuff to leave.
- You and I have to talk. - A very familiar voice reached his ears. John inhaled a deep and long breath. The week without confrontations was finally over. Another round of insults and accusations was about to start.
Twisting his body around, he faced Stacy, who had her arms folded across her chest. He would lie if didn't say he was surprised by her presence. Also, he was flabbergasted by the way she entered in the room without calling his attention.
Getting back from his thoughts to the room, John stayed in silence. Stacy had never searched for him deliberately, but there she was standing at his front. If he could add, she didn't appear very happy; a serious expression was spread all over her face. He would swear he wasn't the responsible for her current emotional state.
- What are you doing here? - He was aware Stacy was crazy - "crazy" really wasn't the proper word he would use to describe, but some word that wasn't far from it - but stepping into the locker room was a little too much even for her.
- What do you want from me? - she asked back, without caring to answer his own question. He had been stalking her with his glances and she wished to know the reason of it. - I have seen you staring at me many times. What do you want?
- Did you really come after me to the guys locker-room?
Stepping into the locker-room, Stacy forced John to give a few steps behind. They would be too close if he didn't do it. And proximity between them was undesirable.
Stacy didn't answer once again. She had her own questions and wanted them to be answered right now. If she didn't know him better, her mind would start thinking that he suddenly fell for her. A shiver ran down her spine. The idea was unpleasant.
The football player turned his back and sauntered to his locker. If she didn't answer his question, he wouldn't answer hers. All he wanted was to know what her nemesis was hiding. It certainly wasn't from his business. However, he sensed the reason he had to deal with her everyday was related with it.
Without taking a second, Stacy followed him. Until he spoke with her - until he revealed why he was acting weird towards her - she would be his shadow.
- She has lost her mind - John mumbled between his teeth when picked up his duffel bag. Perhaps she was really crazy. Perhaps being crazy was her dirty little secret. Nonetheless, she hadn't done a good job hiding it.
- I'm didn't lose my mind. - The words had been heard by the blonde and she clearly didn't appreciate them. - What do you want from me?
What did she want from her? Right now, John wished distance between them; he wished her to just shut up. Then he would like to know the reason she left her previous school - wouldn't she prefer to return to her old school? After thinking a while, he assumed whatever she was hiding was related to it. Also, after lots of thinking, John remembered Torrie had told him and Randy not to be jerks with Stacy because she had gone through a bad moment.
John moved his feet and walked straight to the room's entrance. He was ready to leave Stacy and her questions. He was one hundred percent sure that his answers would anger more than his looks - wasn't he trying to mess with her personal life? If the truth was revealed, the blonde would murder him on the spot.
- You aren't going anywhere - Stacy announced and slammed the door to make sure he wouldn't leave her alone. He would speak whenever he wished or not.
His baby-blue eyes pierced her. John did his best not to lose his temper with her action. She hadn't realized yet, but soon she would learn that her action had a price.
The football team's caption behaviour caught Stacy off guard. She was used to his dirty glances, but none of those were so intense was the current one - his eyes were looking at her and at the door at the same time. The blonde's hand touched the doorknob. Suddenly she understood the reason he was so mad at her.
Stacy's action had locked them in the room. They couldn't go anywhere because she slammed the door with the key on the other side.
It wasn't her intention to lock them inside the locker-room, but it had just happened. She had never been a well-behaved girl, but karma was being too mean for her. At this point, she wasn't being punished only by her mistakes and her once a while unconventional behaviour.
Taking a deep breath, John zipped his mouth. If he opened it to comment what had just happened, he would end up using words that he would probably regret later. It wasn't like he cared about Stacy's emotional sensibility; he was simply trying not to lose his grin with her - and it wasn't an easy task.
- You know if you hadn't left the key on...- Stacy was cut off before blaming John for her actions. If he had spoken to her none of this would have happened.
- Don't - he warned the young blonde before she tried to go further with her accusations.
If someone should take the blame for the situation, it was her and not him. He was locking the door when she magical appeared in the wrong side. If she hadn't come out of nowhere nothing of this would have happened.
This girl would be the death of him.