Your Take On Forever

Randy walked into gym class 20 minutes late.
"Thank you for joining us, Mr. Orton," Coach Calloway said.
Randy rolled his eyes. "Yeah," he said before going to sit with his friends. On his way, he passed John Hennigan, the biggest nerd in the school. "Hey, kid," he said and kicked his leg. "You got my homework?"

John jumped when Randy kicked his leg. He nodded hastily
"Y-Yeah." John said quietly, pulling out a piece of paper with Randy's homework on it, handing it the the bigger man.
John was gorgeous, long hair and bright green eyes hidden behind his modern styled eye glasses. But he was a nerd, annoyingly smart and he was gay... so why not pick on him? He gave up trying to fit in. Randy Orton would just make his life hell no matter what.

Randy smirked and snatched the paper from his hands, walking over to sit with his friends.

John simply looked down and avoided eye contact with Randy is his friends. He really didn't have many friends. He preferred to just keep silent and keep to himself. He used to be very outgoing, until he moved here to Missouri. He missed all his friends in LA.

Randy glanced at John when his friends we're laughing at something he had said. John was attractive... Not that he would admit that outloud to anyone.

John didn't notice the eyes grazing over his body. The coach split them into teams for dodge ball. He hated the sport, and he hated gym. But he loved gymnastics, though, he was training to be the best. Which is why he had perfect abs.

Randy smirked when Coach announced they were playing dodge ball. He loved dodge ball. He smirked again when John got put on the opposite team.

John sighed and avoided all the doge balls. That's what he was best at, avoiding. The only time he enjoyed the spot light was when he was performing his gymnastic routine. He bit his lip, knowing Randy would be aiming for him. Randy's throws hurt... bad.

Randy hid slightly, watching John's moves, calculating the angle, force and speed the ball needed to be in order to hit him. When he had everything all figured out, he took a deep breath and threw the ball, hitting John in the middle of his back.

John cried out when a ball hit his back, hard. He knew a bruise would form from the blow. Tears pricked his eyes at the pain. He cradled back and went to sit on the bleachers as he was out of the game, thank god. He sniffed, wiping his eyes, not wanting to seem like a pussy.

Randy smirked evilly, picking up another ball and throwing it at another loser. Every once in a while, he would glance at John, still unable to deny John's attractiveness to himself.

John sighed sadly, thanking god when the period ended. He quickly changed in the locker room to avoid the jocks before hurrying to Biology class. He wished he didn't have every damn class with Randy... but unfortunately he did. He just sat at one of two chairs at one of the lab benches, no body wanting to sit next to the gay kid.

Randy walked to Biology with his girlfriend, Maryse, and sat next to her at one of the benches. He kissed her passionately, pulling away when the bell ring. He smiled and kissed her cheek before leaning back in his seat.

The teacher passed out a test, every student in the room suddenly wishing they were sitting next to John so they could copy his test. John finished the test within minutes before flipping over his paper, sighing tiredly. He just wanted to go home. He loved learning, but he hated this school

Randy frowned as he looked at the paper, not understanding anything on it. He glanced at the teacher, then John who was sitting right in front of him. "Let me copy your test," he whispered quietly, looking at the teacher and making sure he didn't look back and catch him.

John frowned at him. "No." He snapped in a whisper. He'd get in trouble, and that's the last thing he needed right now. And Randy wasn't worth getting in trouble over.

"John, you'll regret not letting me copy," Randy snarled quietly, his eyes till on the teacher. Their teacher was stupid and fucking deaf. Mr. Cole. Randy hated him.

John just shook his head. It wasn't like he wasn't used to it. He had come accustomed to getting pounded on all the time. It was part of his daily school life. He sighed, staring down at his lap before shakily handing Randy his test, deciding he didn't have the energy to deal with a beat down today.

Randy smirked victoriously before quickly jotting down the answers, looking up and seeing Mr. Cole looking right at him. He did a half smile and a wave. Mr. Cole rolled his eyes and turned around and Randy handed John his test back. He flipped his over and leaned back, crossing his arms.

John flipped hi s test over, sighing slightly. He felt pathetic for letting himself being pushed around like this. He raised his hand. "Can I use the bathroom?" He asked quietly. He was excused and headed into the bathroom. Once he was in side, he went into one of the stalls, shut the lid before sitting down and crying. He hated his life right now...

Randy rolled his eyes when John left the room. He was a fucking pussy. He smirked when he got an idea. "Can I go to my locker?" he asked. He knew that he couldn't use the same excuse. He smirked when he was excused and got up, walking to the bathroom. "Oh, Johnny boy..." he sing-songed when he walked in.

john jumped, wiping his eyes and slowly came out of the stall knowing Randy would just drag him out eventually. "W-What do you want?" He asked quietly, sniffling quietly and playing with a strand of his long, dark hair, something he did when he was nervous, scared or lying.

Randy smirked and pushed him against the wall, pressing their bodies together. He leaned down and kissed him roughly.

John whimpered and struggled. "S-Stop it please..." John cried, his body shaking in fear.

"Don't be scared," Randy whispered in his ear, kissing down his neck. "Relax."