Chapter 7 Cupcakes hit the floor

Punk;

I joined Barbie in that annoying line for cooking, I wasn't even sure I was taking this class, possibly out of force or more possibly, I liked food. Everyone chatted and talked about all kinds of crap, already I hated it, since I started going with Barbie, I was suddenly king, I didn't like it, I just wanted to be me again, perhaps the first step was getting rid of the blonde hanging on my tattooed arm. Making her goo-goo eyes at me, why I even said yes to her in the first place was beyond me, maybe it had to do with getting at Randy Orton, well that kind of back fired. Now I wanted to get rid of her. I watched almost intently as the newest member to the class joined us, I only knew she was a Michales, which apparently was bad, I didn't think so but no one would know that by the way I was acting, maybe I should stop doing that. She looked around like the halls were terribly exciting, her whole body shaking and vibrating, everything was moving, did most girls move like that? I hadn't noticed before but the way she was moving, I took great notice. The class opened and everyone walked in, she skipped in making her wobble again, it was like watching jelly. Tall, smoking hot perky jelly. She took a seat at the front and I went to the back as usual, I carefully made sure that she didn't leave my line of sight, I had to keep looking at her, I wasn't even sure why, maybe because it was mesmerizing. When the roll was called, I finally found out her name, Jamie. Kind of rolls off the tongue.

"What are you staring at?" Barbie whispered to me, poking me in the ribs.

"Nothing"

We were split into pairs, the words wouldn't come when I was paired with Jamie, someone had to take her and I guess it was me.

When I made my way to her a little too eagerly, her whole face lit up and thats when I noticed her eyes, a sparkly blue, they shimmered like bright diamonds in the snow. Very, very nice.

Jamie gave me a big grin "Do you mind if we use pink?"

"What?" I had no idea what she was on about, actually I had no idea what the hell was going on because I was too busy staring and trying to get rid of Barbie.

"We're making cup cakes, can we use pink casings?"

"Sure, why not"

Jamie clapped her hands with excitement, she busied herself as I realised that we had to start work. No one was more shocked than I was at the fact that we worked well together, it also didn't shock me that Jamie was licking the beaters, they stared and whispered not exactly being quiet about it, Jamie just didn't care. She wiped her face and started on the dishes, I don't think she realised who I was because she was being nice, really nice.

"Do you mind if I take four instead of three, just so no one misses out?" Jamie asked as she giggled at the warm water tickling her arm, washing the bowls with a speed I didn't think was possible. I thought she was slow, but she kept showing speed with all kinds of shit, it made me wonder just how slow she really was. If I was right, she's a fucking great actress.

"Sure, you can take them all if you want" I didn't want them, I wasn't a cup cake sort of guy.

"Thanks Punk" She beamed at me as the water drained away, "I love that sound!" Jamie started making gurgling sounds, imitating the plug hole doing its job. That was weird but also impressive, its very hard to imitate a sink.

"Has anyone ever told you that your a retard?" Barbie asked sliding her arm into mine, I guess this was her saving me from Jamie. Fuck off Barbie, I don't need saving, I'm fine here thanks.

Jamie tilted her head, letting the words sink in, "Yeah but you look like a horse so thats much worse"

Barbie went to smack her but Jamie moved to the left, Barbie had too much anger on her side because she toppled over making Jamie giggle. Ms Wilson finally pulled rank and Barbie stalked away, and this is where I made a classic stupid move, I shouldn't have but the male ego was inflated and I had no way to stop it. Why was I even defending Barbie when I wasn't even sure I liked her? Why was I trying to hurt Jamie when she hadn't done anything to me except have a last name that wasn't her fault? Because I'm a male and I'm dumb, thats why. Jamie turned away to check that the oven was off and when she turned back around, her precious cupcakes were on the floor, squashed beneath my feet. She looked up at me utterly, utterly confused, "Why did you do that?"

I don't know why, I just knew that I had possibly made a very big mistake but typically of the male ego, I didn't care. I just shrugged and walked out while I left her there to stare at the mess I had created.

When I walked out the door, I didn't expect to be stopped by the former king, Randy Orton. "What do you want Orton?"

We weren't exactly friends, I guess the only thing we had in common was the slut Barbie, very sad and gross if you think about it.

"You're making a mistake"

"What?"

"I saw the way you looked at her, you couldn't stop staring. I suggest if you don't want her to hate you for all eternity, stop being a prick."

"You don't know what you're on about Orton"

"I know alot more than you think" Randy glared at me, "Trust me, they hold grudges for a long time, and if you want any chance with Jamie at all, I suggest stop being a prick. It'll only end badly if you don't"

I pushed past him, he was crazy and he had no idea what the hell he was on about.

A/N Weird I know, but hopefully ya'll enjoy, Onwards Tonto!