WWE University

JohnCenaForever16

Disclaimer: I own none of the WWE Superstars…

A/N: Guess who’s back and better than ever! Yes, new story, new times JCF16 is back and bangin’ like never before! …

Now that all the happy peppy crap is out of the way I’d like to say welcome to the new story and I hope all my loverly readers enjoy my newest brainchild. Please feel free to review and let me know what you think!

Peace and Peanut butter-- JCF16

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Chapter 1: Move In

Being a Freshman in college does not have many perks. Most upperclassmen hate us for not knowing where the hell we are going or what the hell we are doing on campus. On top of that we are all new to the college atmosphere, the freedoms, the lack of parental advisory and most of all the ability to be us without interference. Most teenagers would call that paradise but personally, I see it as my own personal hell. Not only am I scared out of my mind to be attending a University built from the ground up by one of the richest men in the United States, Vince McMahon, but I have to live up to my almost perfect student reputation that I held through high school.

As I sit here and watch my fellow freshmen and their parents move into the dormitories I will now call home for the next nine months I can’t help but shiver at the prospect of leaving all that I once held dear. Everything I had accomplished in Pennsylvania meant nothing now in this new place, my new home, Hearst University.

“Logan,” my mom, Winnie, interrupted my silent studying of the people milling around outside the freshman suites, her look suggesting I pay attention to her instead of the cute guy standing in front of the RA booth.

I grunted my response, studying Winnie’s face as she stopped the car, a brand new Chevy Trailblazer in front of the complex. According to most of my mother’s friends, I looked like a younger version of her except for my eyes. Looking at her now I had no idea how. She glared at me, her thinly waxed eyebrows knitted together bringing out the wrinkles around her tired brown eyes. Her long slender nose, similar to mine had a smear of foundation across the bridge where she forgot to rub it; the corners of her mouth turned down in a perpetual frown, the lines like deep creases in her oval shaped face.

“Logan,” she said again, her voice sharper. I looked back into her eyes and she rolled them with a sigh. “I’m going to park here, go sign in and I’ll start unloading your stuff from the trunk.”

“Ok.”

“And Logan?”

I paused in mid movement, the car door half open, my foot hanging out over the side, “Huh?”

“Pay attention, please. I don’t need you falling on your face before we even get you moved in.”

“Okay, Mom,” I replied sarcastically. Of course, she had to remind me that I’m notoriously prone to accident without even trying. All I needed were my own two abnormally large feet to land me in the emergency room.

As I made my way around the side of the car she popped the trunk for me and I pulled it up. A glare caught my eye when I leaned forward to pull out my purse and I looked up into the eyes of the RA I’d been ogling from inside the safety of the car. The blush crept to my face and I shoved my hands in my pockets as he leaned against the car. He looked even better close up, a typical beach boy with tanned skin and the prettiest blue eyes I’d ever seen. The gray t-shirt he donned stretched over his toned chest, the sleeves scrunched up because of his bulging biceps. He held his hand up to shield the sun from his eyes, his thumb grazing the front of his short brown hair, his lips, puckered and almost begging to be kissed, parted and I realized I was staring again.

“Uh… Hi,” I forced a hoarse whisper and he grinned.

“Can I have your name, please?” he asked, his voice a rough tenor.

For a second I forgot who I was and the heat on my cheeks flared when I couldn’t find my voice. I forced my mind to think about something other than the man standing in front of me and I croaked a response. “Uh, Logan, Logan Maloree.”

He flipped a few pages on the clipboard he’d been holding loosely at his side and nodded, checking off my name, “You’re one of mine then. I’m Randy Orton, your Resident Assistant this year. If you’d just follow me I can get you checked in so you can move your stuff into your room, alright?”

I must have nodded without realizing because he flashed a crooked smirk that made my entire body shiver before turning his back to me and moved toward the open gates leading inside the complex. It took me a second to register that I had to follow and I robotically unhinged my knees and followed him, ignoring Winnie’s demands to know what I was doing as I followed Randy inside the complex.

He led me into my building, a two story brick trap flooded with students and their parents. He held the door for me while I tried not to trip on the boxes littering the hallway as the people on either side of us moved into their suites.

“Your room is up these stairs to the right,” Randy pointed to the stairwell in front of me and I mindlessly nodded, following him obediently up the steps and down the hall. We turned the corner and he stood in the already open doorway to my room, my suitemates clearly already there moving in.

“Thanks.”

He nodded, flashing another crooked smile and almost made me lose my balance, “I just need you to sign this and you should be ready to move in, here are your keys and a pen.”

Clumsily I took the keys and clipboard, scribbling my name on the line before I dropped it and shoved it back at him. Randy nodded, beckoning me to follow him and I obeyed, trailing him back down the stairs to the front of the building. He stopped as the door swung closed and pulled out his ID card, waving it in front of my face.

“To get in the building you just swipe and wait for it to click. Before you start moving stuff in make sure you go through the turnstiles in front of the complex to make sure your card swipes there as well. If it doesn’t you’ll have to go to card services and get a new one printed, okay?”

I nodded mechanically again, still taken with the sharpness of his blue eyes. He patted me on the shoulder, leaving my skin tingling under the yellow cotton t-shirt I donned. I watched him walk away before realizing I had my own feet and quickly made my way to the exit to try my card at the turnstiles. As if drawn by a magnet Winnie was at my side the second I reappeared, her face still drawn in a frown.

“Where were you? Why did you leave with that boy? What happened?” she demanded, her shoes nicking my heels as I ignored her and made my way to the front to test my card. “Logan Marie!”

This time I stopped and glared at her. For a woman of nearly forty-five we were exactly the same height, six foot on the nose. I could not help but smirk knowing I had the advantage, being younger and faster if she ever tried to hit me, but I knew I could not get away with ignoring her for long once she started barking out my full name.

“Mom, that was Randy Orton, my RA. He checked me in and told me I had to make sure my card worked before I moved in, so I’m just following his directions.”

She relaxed, her hands straightening from their position on her hips. I shook my head and swiped through the turnstile, meeting her on the other side of the gate.

“See, no harm done, now let’s get this inside, Kiki is already moved in and settled.”

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Three and a half hours later the room looked nothing close to the blank white space that blinded me when I walked in the dormitory. My roommate and new best friend, Kiki Gilbert had decorated her side of the room with everything from movie posters to tiny clips of pictures from her favorite magazines. She had pushed her bed up against the wall to create more space in the middle of the room, decorating the bland tiled floor with a huge black rug to go with our matching black comforters. As a gift from Winnie, we installed a brand new wide screen HDTV and DVD player in the common area, Kiki providing the futon and living room decorations. All in all, our suite was bangin’.

“Is that everything?” Winnie demanded, swiping a line of sweat that had begun to trickle down her forehead.

I glanced around the room: black and purple bed set, pillows, clothes, posters on every inch of my walls, brand new laptop, and food, “Yep, everything’s here, Mom,” I nodded at her, anxious to get rid of her so Kiki and I could adjust to the new atmosphere.

Winnie nodded, glancing around the room herself, “Okay, I’m going to hit the road then, try and beat the afternoon traffic, okay? Call me if you need anything.”

I nodded, hugging Winnie quickly before the tear-fest began. When she pulled away her bottom lip had already begun quivering and I could see the tear brimming her eyes. Kiki shook her head beside me, plopping onto her bed as my mom yanked me into another awkward hug, the tears spilling forth, the wetness seeping down my t-shirt uncomfortably.

“My baby is going to college,” Winnie sobbed into my shirt, cutting off my air supply she was hugging me so tightly.

“Mom—can’t—breathe,” I tried to push her off me but she only clung harder, her nails digging painfully into my back.

“I’m going to miss you, honey,” Winnie sniffed, finally allowing me to fill my lungs. She smoothed my already lifeless brown hair and kissed my forehead, her lips wet with tears, leaving a wet mark on my face.

“Okay, Mom,” I waved, pretending to look sympathetic as she backed out of our doorway. The second she was gone I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and wiped her kiss away. “I thought she’d never leave.”

Kiki smirked, grabbing one of the thousands of stuffed animals on her bed, “I didn’t want to mention it while your mom was here, but were surrounded by guys.”

I stared at her, “No way, really?”

Kiki nodded, suddenly looking mischievous, “Yep, this whole hallway is boys. The guys across from us came over earlier to see how I was organizing my side of the room. I think Randy lives down the hall too. I’ve never seen a sexier RA.”

The second she mentioned Randy Orton we both rocketed into fan girlish giggles, describing every inch of the man’s body until a knock disrupted our moment. We both looked up and the blush rushed to my face again at the sight of yet another cute boy. He looked to be a little taller than me his short blonde hair gelled to stick up in different directions. I could not help but notice his blue eyes, similar to Randy’s in their intensity but his had a gentle yet cocky glint to them, his lips puckered slightly and curved into a confident smirk.

“Can we help you?” Kiki piped up beside me before I could speak and he let his hand fall away from the doorframe, crossing his arms to show off his biceps.

“II was wondering if you might have an extra wall hook,” he asked, raising his eyebrows at Kiki’s attitude.

I took my chance and grabbed one of my own wall hooks off my desk and held it out to him, barely able to keep myself from staring at him. The worst part of it was he knew he was gorgeous and I could feel the confidence almost radiating off him. To play it smoothly, I yanked my hand away before he could touch my fingers and shoved my hands in my pockets. His eyes slid over me, I could almost feel him trying to figure out what I looked like under the baggy yellow t-shirt and black shorts and I felt my face flare up again.

“Thanks.”

“No problem,” I grumbled, turning my back to him to try and end the conversation but he kept talking before I could full turn away.

“Hey, how tall are you?”

If there had to be one question I hated the most it had to be that one. I braced myself, curling my fingers into fists in my pockets and relied without looking at him.

“I’m six foot.”

“Do you play basketball?”

Another question I despised with such a passion it burned, but for his sake, I answered anyway. “No, I prefer volleyball.” I chanced a look at him then, surprised to see that he was grinning, a grin that made me slightly uncomfortable with the way his eyes were glinting with satisfaction.

“Nice. Maybe we can play a game sometime,” he winked at me, sending a flurry of butterflies through my stomach. It felt like I was going to hurl from nerves. “My name’s Ted, I live across the hall.”

“U-uh, I’m Logan,” I held my hand out to shake his and he took it, completely engulfing my fingers. I had to fight a shiver of pleasure at the warmth of his tanned skin and pulled my own away before I made a fool of myself. “Nice to meet you, Ted.”

“I’ll see you around,” he winked again and disappeared across the hall.

Before I could even think about what had just happened Kiki was already analyzing our conversation. I slumped onto my bed as she paced excitedly up and down the room, her mouth moving a mile a minute.

“Was he just flirting with you? I think he just implied he wanted to ask you out… Do you think he has any friends? He’s kind of cute… maybe he can set me up with Randy.. I wonder if Randy’s his room mate. That would be amazing!”

“Kiki, I kind of just want to chill, could you shut up please?” I sighed, slouching back into my fluffly purple pillows. She stopped and nodded, plopping onto her own bed to take a breather. We studied each other, her brown eyes moving up the wall behind me as she distracted herself with my posters. For a girl of only five foot nothing she had more energy and attitude than anyone I’d ever seen. Her skin was a dark shade of chocolate, her hair sporting natural light brown highlights against the black. A white headband kept the hair from her eyes and a light sheen of makeup added pink to her dark cheeks. Her full lips were glittering with lip gloss as if she’d known there would be hot guys living all around us before we even moved in.

“Hey, Logan?” she interrupted my musing once again and I returned my gaze to her face.

“What?”

A sly grin spread across her face revealing blindingly white perfect teeth, “You want to go introduce yourself to the guys down the hall? I bet we can both get dates before the night’s over.”

I couldn’t help but snort with laughter, not bothering to sit up, “You can go I think I’ll stay here. I’m not that attractive and I look like crap if you haven’t noticed,” I indicated the baggy clothing.

“Oh who cares, Ted was ogling you like a piece of meat,” she grabbed my hand and yanked me forcefully off my bed. “I bet this place is crawling with sexy men, I can’t wait to see what our professors look like!”

A groan escaped my throat before I could stop it and within seconds she had me slouching down the hall after her while, she made a fool of the both of us.