Aw yeah, got the second chapter up. it so happens to be 11.11.11, the date everyone seems so obsessed about. yeah, not me.
Anyway, TODAY WAS MY FIRST DAY BACK AT SCHOOL FOR THE FIRST TIME IN ALMOST TWO MONTHS. UGH. Finally, I'm no longer sick anymore.
BUT THAT DOES MEAN A MONTH WORTHS OF HOMEWORK. SUCKS RIGHT. GUESS WHAT THAT MEANS. SLOW UPDATES AS ALWAYS. ugh sorry guys. D:
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Un╞-Warming Welcomes
"I say we just skip and run back to Milwaukee."
Maryse turned to the brunette and shook her head. "Candice, it's not that bad. Really, it's just school. Besides, I'm sure we'll make plenty of friends," She tugged at Candice's arm, but she stood there frozen, staring at the school entrance. "Come on, let's just go inside," Maryse gave her one more tug and, hesitantly, Candice began walking with her, feeling more nauseous with every step they took.
Maryse did a hell of a job convincing Candice, because she was just as nervous. She may be cocky, but she cared about what other people thought of her. They finally made it to the top steps right before the doors. They both looked at each other and took a deep breath.
"Wait, before we go in, are you positively sure I look okay?"
Candice looked at Maryse. She was wearing white skinny jeans with black boots that went up to her knees and a white V-neck with a short, black, leather jacket.
"Maryse, you look perfect as always," She smiled as Maryse sighed in relief.
Looking back at Candice, Maryse took in her friend's appearance. She was wearing light, ripped skinny jeans with a baby blue V-neck and white boots that went up to her knees – which actually shocked Maryse. Candice wasn't really the type of girl that cared about what she looked like or what the latest fashion was, no matter how hot she was or how big her boobs were. The sound of her voice broke Maryse's thoughts.
"Hello? Maryse, why are you staring at me like that?"
It took Maryse several seconds to recognize the question and a few more seconds to actually reply. "I was just taking in what you were wearing. I didn't even know you owned those kinds of clothes. I'm just so used to you wearing sweats and hoodies, that's all," She tried for a small smile, hoping what she said wouldn't hurt her best friend's feelings.
Candice shrugged. "I just figured I'd try something new," With that, she suddenly felt confident enough to open the doors and walk in. Maryse followed behind her, both making their way into the office, ignoring the looks and stares from various people in the hallway. "Hi, we need our schedules," She said politely to the secretary currently sitting down at the desk in front of her.
"Names, please?" She looked at Candice, smiling warmly.
"Maryse Ouellet and Candice Beckman," The two girls waited patiently as the lady went through a sheet of papers and pulled out two slips. Maryse grabbed them and handed Candice hers. They made sure to say thank you before walking out.
"I hope we have the same classes."
Candice agreed with the French beau as they compared their schedules. "We only have the last two classes together," Candice groaned as she said it quietly.
"This is complete bullshit," Maryse didn't even try to keep her voice down. A few people heard and gave her blank stares. Maryse gave them a dirty look. "What are you looking at? Turn around. No one was talking to you," She mumbled something in French before Candice pulled her away, apologizing to the people as they walked away.
Maryse, this is our first day here. Let's not start any trouble, promise?"
Maryse rolled her eyes. "Whatever … I guess you're right."
Before Candice got a reply, they heard the first bell ring and, once again, nerves kicked in. Candice and Maryse said their goodbyes and headed off to their first hour.
Candice glanced down at her schedule for the room number. As she turned the corner, however, she collided with something muscular, making her stumble back, almost falling. She looked up at the person, getting ready to say sorry until he beat her to it.
"Why don't you watch where the hell you're going," He snarled at her, making her raise her eyebrow as she heard his friends laughing.
"Why don't you watch how the fuck you talk to me?"
He looked taken aback at the way she talked to him. Yup, definitely the asshole of the school, she thought. He stepped closer to her, glaring at her, trying to be intimidating.
"You must be new, because most people wouldn't dare talk to me like that."
Candice laughed at him, but went back to serious, staring back up to him, getting close to his face. "I'm not most people, now am I? Just because you're an asshole doesn't mean you scare me. Now, do me a favour and go fuck yourself," She gave him a sarcastic smile and pushed past him and his group of friends, barely making it to her first hour without being late.
"Are you serious? Why didn't you come find me? I would have given him a piece of my mind.
Candice laughed. She and Maryse made their way to a lunch table and sat down. "Maryse, they wouldn't have understood you. You speak French when you get mad. It would have been pointless."
It was Maryse's turn to laugh now. "Well, still-" She started, but was cut off.
"Aw, first day and you still don't have any friends?"
Candice looked up at the person speaking. "And you are …?" Candice was already pissed. She didn't want someone trying to make them feel worse by mocking them.
The redhead smiled – it was obviously faked – at them. "I'm Maria Kanellis – Captain of the Volleyball and Soccer team," She made sure she sounded cocky while making her introduction.
"That would be cool if they actually cared."
Candice and Maryse turned their heads to see a blonde walk up to defend them. Maria looked at her and rolled her eyes.
"Shut up, Barbie. No one told you that you were allowed to talk."
"No one said you were allowed to talk, either," Maryse snapped back. The French beauty was never the kind to lay low and keep her mouth shut. This made Candice and the blonde – Barbie – laugh.
Maria walked away pissed, and the blonde sat down. "I'm sorry, she's a bitch. Don't even pay attention to her. She's not worth anyone's time."
"I can tell. Who the hell does that girl think she is?" Maryse rolled her eyes, asking a rhetorical question.
Barbie laughed and began to fully introduce herself. "I'm Barbara Blank, but you can call me B. Please, no Barbie. I hate that. Maria calls me that just to piss me off.
Candice smiled at her. "I'm Candice and this is Maryse."
"Bonjour," Maryse added in.
A few minutes passed and more of B's friends filled up the table.
"So let me get this straight – you have two different groups that pretty much own the school?" Maryse questioned, slightly confused.
Barbara nodded and answered. "You have us cheerleaders and the Volleyball/Soccer girls.
"They are by far the biggest bitches you will never meet," Melina Perez, one of the cheerleaders, quipped, causing everyone at the table to laugh.
"I'm pretty sure we can handle them. We're probably just as bad."
Candice nodded at what Maryse just said. It was true. She and Maryse together were nothing but trouble. Candice was about to make a comment, but she saw the guy who she bumped into earlier walk in with John and she instantly grew pissed, remembering what happened earlier. Maryse followed her gaze and her eyes went wide.
"Is that him? Damn, he's hot."
Barbara jumped into the conversation, her gaze following to where Candice was looking at. "Who, Randy Orton … no, he's a Football player. He's dating Maria and is one of the biggest assholes in the school, along with John Cena," Barbara's eyes went dark as she glared towards them.
John Cena, an asshole? I don't believe that, Candice thought, but decided to keep it to herself. She watched as Randy Orton walked up to Maria and kissed her.
"Eww, I can see why they're dating. They're perfect for each other," Maryse said in disgust.
"Tell me about it," Candice mumbled.
The school day was finally over. Candice and Maryse found their way to the car and made their way home. John was already there, so when the two girls went inside, John was on the couch, watching TV. He heard the door open and he looked up at them, smiling.
"So, how was your first day? Sorry I didn't get to show you around, I was too busy."
Maryse smiled sweetly and sat down next to him, not wanting to bring up everything. "It was alright, but don't be sorry. We had everything under control.
The way Candice sat down, John could tell that Maryse wasn't telling the truth. "No, seriously, was it that bad?" He looked at Candice, who looked like she was ready to kill someone.
"If you call almost getting knocked down by an asshole who tried to embarrass me in front of his friends and getting mocked by some bitch at lunch bad then yes, it was."
John heard the sarcasm in her voice, but was too shocked by all of the cussing she did. He never heard her speak like that before.
"At least B stuck up for us, though, right? I mean, I could have whooped her myself, but you told me to not start trouble day, so I chose not to," Maryse said, trying to lighten up the mood. John looked at her.
"Wait, B … as in Barbara Blank?" He started laughing, earning glares from both of the girls sitting by him.
"What's wrong with Barbara? Just because she isn't a part of the bitch group doesn't mean she's a bad person. It's the other way around," Maryse snapped at him.
John raised an eyebrow. "It's not really considered groups. We just have different opinions of each other, and it's well known. You guys really wouldn't want to associate with them. They're not who you think they are," John knew he was half lying, but he didn't want them to have a bad reputation.
"They seemed nice to us, unlike the people you surround yourself with," Candice spat at him.
"Look, I'm not trying to be mean. I'm just telling you guys how it is."
Maryse rolled her eyes at the stupid remark he just made. "Don't you have Football practice or a Frat Party to be at?"
It was John's turn to roll his eyes. "It got cancelled. And we don't have Frat Parties, moron."
"Whatever," Candice got up and walked towards the kitchen, taking her shoes off by the door. Maryse went up to her room to change. Right as Candice got her second shoe off, the door flew open, sending her down to the floor. She groaned and held her head, Randy Orton looking down at her.
"Did you not learn your lesson the first time?" He glanced up at John. "God, John, it's her first day and you're already bringing her home. I wouldn't do her if I were you; she's a complete bitch, seriously."
Candice rolled her eyes and got up, her face filled with disgust.
"I'm not banging her, dude, that's just gross."
Randy turned and smiled at her. "You heard him. He doesn't want you. You can leave now," He held the door open.
Candice merely crossed her arms. "Didn't you learn your lesson? You don't scare me, douchebag."
He was about to snap back, but John came to her defense.
"Yeah, really, Randy, don't talk to her like that. She doesn't have to leave."
Randy closed the door and was about to give Candice a dirty look when he saw Sarah walk in. "Hey, Sarah, looking good as always."
Sarah laughed at Randy, knowing that he was kidding and took him in for a hug. "Randal, it's nice seeing you, too.
Candice raised her eyebrows, looking back and forth between the two. He groaned, which made Sarah laugh. He hated being called by his full name.
"Are you staying for dinner?" Sarah asked.
"Sarah, you've known him for a year now. Has he ever been one to turn down food?" John asked, smiling teasingly.
One year? She knew about John and Randy for one year? What the hell. Thoughts were running through her mind. She stopped paying attention after her mom said something about going to finish dinner. She sat down on the couch and stole the remote from John.
"Hey, give that back. I'm watching that," John reached for it while Candice shrugged and held it away from him.
"Sucks to be you, doesn't it?" She smiled at him and started flipping through the channels.
Maryse walked down in more comfortable clothing, taking notice of Randy sitting on the other couch. He looked back at her with shock and looked even more confused than he was before. She sat down next to Candice, just ignoring her thoughts when Candice turned on wrestling.
"Candice, not again … why do we have to watch this? Wrestling sucks."
John raised an eyebrow at both girls. He never knew Candice liked wrestling. And, of course, Maryse was going to hate it. She was such a diva.
"Maryse, it does not suck. You're just mad, because you don't have the skill," John smiled innocently at her as she picked up the pillow and threw it at John, her aiming going wide and smacking Randy in the face.
"Now wasn't that funny?" He had a little humour in his voice, but they hated each other already, so no matter what they said or did, it was going to piss each other off. John laughed and Maryse punched him.
"Ow, what was that for?"
Maryse smirked, making John pick her up and playfully slamming her back down onto the couch. They both started fighting.
"Can you guys stop? I'm trying to watch TV," Candice asked sarcastically, earning a smart remark from Randy.
"Why are you here, anyway? Why don't you stop being a bitch and let them do whatever they want.
Maryse and John stopped laughing and playing and looked at them both. Maryse wanted to go over there and hit him. She didn't understand why Candice was taking that from him. She usually handled it on her own.
"I live here, you asshole," Candice got up and stormed to her room. Randy's eyes widened. Maryse shook her head.
"I'm going to go to my room and check on her," Maryse turned to Randy and, after yelling something in French at him, she shook her head and walked up the stairs.
"What the hell? They live here? Why didn't you tell me?"
John shrugged. "Yeah, that's Sarah's daughter and Candice's best friend. Besides, it didn't seem important at the time," When Randy simply looked at him, John shrugged again. "I didn't know she had a daughter. I didn't until she moved in, but be nice to her. She's a good person."
"What the hell happened to my best friend? The real John Cena would never say that to me." Randy looked at him as if he were crazy.
"Shut up, dude," John laughed. "I'm not saying you have to like her, but don't treat her like shit around me.
"So the blonde – you think she's attractive?"
John threw a pillow at him for even asking him that. "They both are, but I don't think of them like that and neither will you. Got it?"
"You don't even have to worry about Candice. She's ugly and rude," Randy said, putting his hands up in defense. He knew that he was lying, but he couldn't admit it to himself. "I don't blame you for not liking her like that. That's like incest."
John shook his head and kept back his comments, not wanting to start an argument.
"I'll try to keep my distance from Frenchie, no promises."
Did he forget that he was in a relationship of his own already? He thought to himself. He once again didn't say anything, because he knew that Randy and Maria's relationship was shit and had been for two of the four years they've been together.
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Maryse walked into Candice's room without knocking, as always. She was listening to Bite My Tongue by You Me At Six, while lying on her bed, softly crying. Maryse sat on the edge of the bed.
"You okay?" It was obvious that she wasn't, but she didn't know what to say at first.
"No, not really," She sniffled. "This was supposed to be a good change. I wasn't supposed to be the most hated person on my first day of school. I don't deserve to get treated like that from him, he doesn't even know me," Candice tried to hold back more of her tears, but it just wouldn't work.
"Don't even let him bug you, Candice. You're not a bitch. He's just a stupid asshole, same as Maria. Give it time, everything will fall into place. If it doesn't, I'll convince my mom to let us live at my house back in Milwaukee – I promise."
Candice smiled and hugged her. Now that was why they were best friends.
"You're right. Who cares about them, anyways," She paused for a moment before continuing. "Hey, remember two week ago when I told you I had a bad feeling about something? Well, it's still there, but I can't figure out what it is."
"Maybe it was the whole first day thing and the Randy situation," Maryse shrugged, thinking about what Candice just said.
"No, it can't be it. I don't know. I just need to ignore it. I'm probably just paranoid," Candice sighed.
"Yeah, probably," Maryse smiled. "Anyway, let's go eat dinner. I'm starving."
Candice faked a small smile, wiped her tears away, and walked back downstairs to the kitchen for dinner. There sat her 'new family' and Randy. She and Randy ignored each other for the rest of the night.
Almost the whole night, anyway …
So this chapter was supposed to be up alot earlier, but my lovely editor got hurt /: anyway, hope you liked it. Sorry if there were any mistakes. Next one will be up soon since I have up to Chapter 5 already written, but you know what you have to do to get it. Don't forget to review. Thank you for being so patient.
With Love, Me ;b