I hate PE class.

Fifteen.

Mr. Blue Eyes is still lying in the ring, butt naked when she walks in. The woman from the restaurant. I take in her appearance, she's dressed like a traditional stuffy bitch of a teacher; long pencil skirt, button up blouse, suit jacket and black heels. Her bleach blonde hair pulled tightly into a bun on the top of her head and very 'classic' makeup on her face, think Taylor Swift in her Style music video for her makeup. She looks at me in my barely there lycra shorts and my breast enhancing sports bra and then looks at Mox, as naked as the day he was born. "Well then Jonathan. Looks like Lucca was right to inform me of your new fling with this....." She looked over my body again, a look of distaste clearly shown on her face, "child. Miss Reigns you are to be held on formal trial for the sexual assault of a teacher, likely resulting in your expulsion, further more I will be contacting your guardians to inform them of your atrocities and then I shall inform the proper authorities. Is that clear?"
"You're just jealous because he fucked me, aren't you bitch tits? Because it wasn't sexual assault. It was consensual. All. Five. Times. " I sweetly reply, a fake smile on my face. "Also, my guardian, my brother, isn't on this shit hole of an island, he's working, see he travels for his job. It's very important, and his boss, well he's rich enough and powerful enough to get me out of any trouble, and believe me, a future star of his industry, the baby sister of his mega star, I'd like to see you try and ruin me." I grab my shoes, blow Jon a kiss and walk out the door, unlocking my phone and calling my big brother on my way out.

Now I know what you're thinking, Reigns, as in Roman Reigns, well my parents died in a car crash when I was 7, and I got raised bouncing around foster homes and orphanages and half way houses until I was adopted, two months before I moved here actually, Joe adopted me, because of Vince mainly, but it's fine because I get to be the awesome little sister of the Rock's cousin. I have the last name Reigns because it's a cooler ring name or some bull shit of Vince's twisted mind, and you know, more hype for his business that way. No one at this shit hole knows that I'm Joe's adopted little sister, only the people back home, the old foster kids, the half way house managers, the people that actually know what a bad kid I am. And Vince will do anything to protect my reputation, including hiring a shit tone of lawyers to come to his little princesses rescue. And if Jon and I are in a loving committed relationship, well then all the better for him, and his career.

"What's up little sis?" Joe answers, sounding tired and confused. "I got in to some trouble, I need you to get Vince to fix it."
"For fucks sake, what was it this time?" He sounds annoyed now.
"Well... I kinda did it with the wrestling teacher, and his girlfriend is substitute headmistress at this school you sent me to and she's threatening sexual assault charges on me." I blurt out so fast he barely understands. "Riiiiiiight... Fine, I'll be on the next flight with the company lawyers. But you're calling Vince, it's 3am here and I'm not facing his wrath."

After an eventful phone conversation with Vince, 20 of WWE's finest lawyers and Vince's personal lawyer are en route to my destination, crappy rock in the English Chanel, and I can't wait to see the look on her face.