A.N. Thank you for all of the lovely reviews! I am glad I am not the only one disappointed in the lack of Punk/Kelly around this place! They are an awesome couple! I wish the WWE would do another storyline with them. I'd be fangirling like nuts! Lol. Anyways! On with chapter 2 in Becoming Me! No Punk in this chapter but he will be back soon, I promise! This is literally the first time I've ever had a story planned out the way I have this one planned. Reviews encourage me and inspire me! So take a couple minutes of your time and type me up a sentence, be it good or bad.
This is also shorter then I would have liked, but where I ended it, it just felt like the right place to do so.
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Chapter 2
"Isn't that right, Barbie?"
"Wha?" Barbie's head snapped in the direction of the voice, baby blues looking at the platinum blonde with confusion.
"Hello!" Maryse said with a roll of her eyes, perfectly manicured hands making wild gestures. "I was talking about Dolph and how he was planning to take me to that expensive Italian place is the square,"
"I didn't think Dolph could think about anything other then himself." Barbie didn't realize what she said until she noticed the complete silence that had fallen over their lunch table. Maryse, Torrie, Naomi, Eve, the Twins, Rosa, and Alicia all had their eyes on her, some with their jaws hanging slack.
Slowly Maryse's eyes narrowed at her, lip curling in a way that made the usually beautiful face look absolutely sinister. "I don't know what's been going on with you Barbara, but you had better fix it, and fast."
"I'm sorry Ryse, I just haven't been feeling well." Barbie slumped, her usually perfect posture compromised.
As soon as those words left her lips, the Maryse Barbie had known most of her childhood came back. Her features softened into those of the prettiest girl in school - at least she would be if people didn't hate her so much. "Geez Barbs! You should skip practice today, you're really unfocussed. Go home and get some extra sleep."
The gentleness in the French accented voice was something extremely foreign to most of the girls sitting at the table. It was like a total stranger talking. "Thanks Ryse, I think that's all I need."
"Now that that is settled," the evil Maryse was back, "Dolph's going to pick me up in his dads lambo," that was when Barbie drowned her out, thoughts quickly returning to her 'Phil'. No practice today meant heading right over to the park after school. It was Friday so it was going to be her last opportunity to see him again this week, she'd made plans with LayCool weeks ago to go to the mall with them on Saturday. It was going to be her, Eve, and the Twins on Sunday (watching the first season of Supernatural and fighting over who's hottest: Dean or Sam?).
The bell rang, signaling 2nd lunch was over and it was time to head to 4th period. It was PE, which meant they would be enduring coach Stratus and coach Callaway in overly strenuous exercises. It was no wonder John and Randy were so big, it wasn't normal for 18 year old boys to look like The Hulk.
"Let's go Barbs, we got PE together." Eve was smiling at her, Alicia and Rosa were standing right with her. All three girls were probably thinking the same thing as her: another torture session with The Undertaker and his equally as tormenting co-worker. Coach Stratus was a beautiful woman, but she could kick your ass from one side of the field to the other.
Kids often joked that there was no satisfaction with the female coach, there was only "Stratusfaction" and if you didn't give it to her, she gave you to coach Calloway. And nobody wanted that. "Why can't we just fake stomach aches and go to the nurse? I don't know if I can handle this AND Maryse after school today."
Barbie glanced at Rosa as the latina spoke. "Because you know, they aren't going to find it suspicious that all of us have stomach aches all at the same time, when ALL of us have PE." Alicia sighed, continuing, "We are just gonna have to take it like soldiers."
"Yeah well we better go before we get sentenced to three years doing laps." Eve added.
Barbie nodded her agreement, choosing to keep quiet like she had done the whole conversation. It wasn't long before the four girls were all changed and ready to hit the field. As soon as the entire class began filing out of the building all you could hear were groans and cries of dismay, with several curses thrown into the mix. When Barbie finally felt the cool spring breeze hitting her face, she realized what the problem was. Set up, right smack dab in the middle of the field, was an obstacle course she was sure even marines would cry about. "Well, I guess Alicia wasn't kidding when she said we would be soldiers." Barbie said, baby blues staring wide eyed at the contraption, Eve right next to her.
"I don't get it! Are they training us for world war lll or something?" That was Kofi, who was standing a few feet in front of Barbie.
"I dunno dude, but that shit looks dope." Mike's blue eyes were glued to the course.
"I'm going to hurt more after this then I do when I get plowed over by John." Groaned out Ron. He had a hand tugging at his short dreadlocks. He wasn't meant for football, but he'd played on the team since 9th grade. Boy could he take a beating.
Life was cruel. That was all that crossed Barbie's mind, besides briefly wondering if the coaches were given psyche examines before getting their jobs. This was supposed to be a PE class, not boot camp. Whatever happened to volleyball?
"Alright rugrats! Gather up!" Coach Stratus hollered, standing with her arms crossed.
Barbie shuffled along with Eve, the two huddling close to the mass of students who grouped together. Not another word was spoken by a single student, most of them had been going to Eastmoore long enough to know better.
"As I'm sure you can already see, coach Stratus and I have a special treat for you today."
"Before this class is up, you will have all completed this course at least once."
"We are only allowed to let 20 of you run it at a time, due to safety concerns. So half of you will be in the course and the other half will be doing my usual routine."
"When you have completed the course, you are to begin my usual routine immediately. Understood?"
A chorus of unenthusiastic yes mam's sounded. "Great. Separate yourselves quickly, 20 with coach Stratus, 20 with me."
Barbie moved as quickly as the other students, making the choice to get the obstacle course out of the way. As she stood between John and Mike, baby blues wide and unsure, she waited for the whistle. It was like a stampede when it sounded. Barbie held back so as not to get trampled.
She climbed, crawled, jumped, and shimmied her way through all the different obstacles. She fell four times - once in a puddle of mud, scrapped her knee, and broke three nails. It was a blast. A painful, dirty, and exhausting blast. "Good work Blank! Keep it up." Coach Stratus patted the exhausted blonde on the shoulder.
At this point Barbie wasn't even sure how long that had taken her. She was hunched over with her hands on her knees, her golden locks were painted in mud, plastered to her neck where her ponytail hung limp. "You know," Barbie panted out just as Mike came up next to her, "You were right, that was dope."
Mike was only slightly less winded then Barbie and covered in more sweat then mud. "I really hope this thing is a loaner and they have to give it back soon."
Barbie laughed just as coach Stratus hollered at them to get water and then start their laps. It was only minutes later that Eve and Rosa joined her by the giant Gatorade cooler. "Esto es ridÃculo!"
"I hear you sister." Eve muttered in response to Rosa's outburst.
All three girls were staring at Mike who hadn't made a single attempt at hitting on them. Barbie never thought she'd see the day Mizzy Mike passed up a chance to hit on Eve. "Laps ladies!" Came coach Stratus' command.
In unison the three cheerleaders and the football player started a slow, dragging pace around the field. Barbie thanked every holy figure in the world for not having practice after school. She'd be going right home and passing out on the couch. Phil would have to wait until Monday.
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