"This weekend starts the high school basketball team's final games, I
hope to see everyone at the rally tonight in support of all of our players
and coaches." The principal of WWE Stamford High School was saying over the
intercom. "That is all. Thank you."
In one classroom, we find many of the WWE friends such as Edge, captain of the basketball team, who's looking day dreamily out the window at the cheerleaders (led by none other than Trish). In class, we also see Chris Benoit, who's aiming his pencil at the blackboard as the teacher sits at her desk. Next to Benoit is none other than Chris Jericho, one of the popular kids in school is doing none other than sleeping in class, or well, attempting too. Chris is the MVP on the basketball team Edge is on and they had their first final game this weekend after a big promotional dance Friday night.
"Well, you heard Principal Flair." The teacher, Ivory, sighed. "So have you all finished the problem on the board?"
"Yes." The class droned. Ivory was the math teacher and she was teaching trig.
"Hmm, who should I call on for the answer." She began to survey the room. She saw many looking dazed or just plain not paying attention. A few were attentive and one person, the teacher's pet, raised his hand.
"Oh, oh, pick me teacher, pick me!" Christian bounced up and down in his seat. "I'm ever so smart and for once I think I have the right answer!" A few others laughed.
"No, this time I think I'll pick on." She turned to the back corner of the room where Chris was leaning back in his chair with his mouth open sleeping. "Oh, Jericho."
"Huh, what?" He snapped to attention and looked down at his paper where he had drawn a picture scene from the movie Road Warriors. "Uh, what's the question, I mean?"
"The one that's been on the board since class started." Ivory pouted. Chris was a fair math student, but though it came easy to him at some points, he hated math.
"Oh, why didn't you just say so, I mean after all, you are the teacher." Chris replied with arrogance. A few others snickered under their hands. Ivory groaned. Chris cleared his throat and looked at the quadratic equation on the board. "The answer is 7."
"Well.." Ivory looked at the board. "That's right, lucky guess." Christian crumpled his scratch paper and threw it at the trash bin but it missed. The class laughed.
"And that's why you're not on the basketball team." Edge concluded as he jokingly rubbed his younger brother's hair, messing up the mangled mane. He growled.
"That's enough Edgeward!" Ivory tried not to laugh.
"Don't call me that, I hate that nickname." Edge groaned. Lita had called him that after their date went bad and everyone's been tormenting him with it since. A few laugh.
"Excuse me." A knock on the door and Vice-Principal Bishoff entered. The class stood to attention and Chris shoved his gum to his back molars to play it safe.
"Hello Eric, is there something we can do for you?" Ivory walked over.
"Actually yes there is, can I speak to you outside for a moment?" He took her outside and the class began to stand up to cause trouble.
"Stay there." Ivory poked her head back in and they all sat down. She went back out and Jericho popped his gum bubble and everyone laughed. Ivory groaned. "What?"
"Sorry to bother you but is it alright if I can talk to Edge and Y2J for a moment?" He asked with that look on his face where you know somebody's in trouble.
"Of course, just a minute." She nodded and turned around to roll her eyes. "Edge, Jericho, could you come here for a sec?" Edge and Chris's faces were shocked.
"Oohhhhh!" The class all said at the same time. Edge got up a bit nervous, he had done nothing wrong. Chris stood up with pride, he had a rep to maintain. They went outside and Ivory closed the door and went back to teaching the class.
"What's the matter?" Edge asked after he swallowed to get rid of the dry taste in his mouth. Eric smiled at him and gave a slight laugh. Edge's stomach calmed and Chris looked a little confused. How much trouble was he in this time?
"I just want to congratulate you boys on a year well done." He grinned.
"Oh, thank you." Edge replied.
"I know you'll pull in another trophy." Eric went on.
"Well, we do what we can. It's just pure talent." Jericho rubbed his fist against his black shirt as his ego swelled at the complimenting remark.
"Yes, about that." Eric's smiled turned to a slight frown.
"What?" Jericho stopped laughing.
"One of the water bottles showed a test of drugs on it. Not the kind of drugs like pot or crack, the kind you can buy in health stores to give an extra boost." Eric said.
"You test our stuff?" Jericho was appalled, was nothing sacred or private?
"You mean like steroids?" Edge ignored Chris, this was serious to him.
"Like steroids yes. So we're giving tests during break to all basketball players and I just wanted to tell you. Even though I know it's not you guys we need you to be there so it looks fair." Eric assured. "As the school motto says."
"In the interest of fairness." Edge nodded.
"No, I thought it was DTA." Jericho turned to him and Edge jabbed him with an elbow to the gut. "Ow, I mean, uh, oh yea. In the interest of fairness." He rolled his eyes.
"See you then boys, get back to class." Eric left. Edge sighed with relief and opened the door. Jericho rubbed his stomach, that jab had hurt his empty stomach.
"Detention." Christian whispered as his older brother walked by and sat down.
"Nope." Edge smiled and Christian pounded his desk. The bang startled Ivory and the class laughed again. Jericho leaned back in his chair as Ivory continued the session. About 10 minutes later the bell rang to go to second period. "Later man." Edge waved.
"Later." Jericho nodded as Edge and Christian walked to history.
"Come on man." Benoit called as the duo headed to English.
"Jericho!" RVD called as they met at the door.
"Dam you Rob." Jericho laughed as they slapped high fives and shot their thumb over their shoulder as they made a 'chhhh' noise. (as seen on Fresh Prince)
"Ready for the test man?" RVD asked.
"Test?" Jericho nearly choked on his gum. Benoit patted his back.
"Yea, we got a van dam poetry test." RVD punned.
"I thought it was on parts of speech!" Benoit gasped and pounded his fist into his palm. They went into the class and sat down right before the bell rang.
"Hey guys." Terri ran in and sat down.
"Late again Miss Reynolds?" The teacher, Al Snow looked disappointed.
"Sorry, Mr. Tazz was taking to long to hand in the history papers." She said.
"Darn Tazz." Al groaned, then muttered. "Some teachers these days.."
"Uh, Mr. Snow?" Benoit raised his hand.
"Yes Chris?" Al turned to him.
"What, I didn't do anything!" Jericho cried.
"No, Benoit. If you were paying attention, Jericho, you'd remember that there are two Chris's in this class." Al replied and RVD laughed. Jericho shoved him with a smirk.
"Um, didn't you say that the test today was on parts of speech?" Benoit asked.
"No." Al recalled slowly and Benoit realized he studied for two hours for nothing.
"Told ya it was poetry." RVD whispered as Benoit banged his head on his desk.
"Actually," Al heard him, Rob tensed. "It's on sentence fragments and punctuation." The class groaned and Jericho laughed at his two friends mistakes. Al handed out the tests. "You have the entire class period to finish, and if you finish early you can read the book assignment." He held up a copy of 'To Kill A Mockingbird'. The students began to do the test.
Jericho was a pretty good student in English, that and art were two of his favorite classes. All the WWE students, except Christian, were seniors so this year was a really good one for all of them. Christian still had another year to go after. The bell rang and Edge scurried to finish the test and looked over to see RVD waking up from a nap, Benoit snapping out of a daydream and Jericho closing his book.
"How do you do it guys?" Edge asked as they turned in their tests. "Study?" Jericho busted up laughing. In his whole time in school he'd studied maybe once. "Well.." Edge blushed. "Uh, come on Chris, we have to go."
"Later guys." Jericho said as Benoit and RVD went to go to the cafeteria to join the rest of their group of friends. "Where do we go, the office or the gym?"
"Look, they're going to the locker rooms." Edge pointed. They followed and went inside to see coach Big and the rest of the team.
"Good you made it, I guess you all know why you're here?" Big asked and everyone said that they did. "Ok good, then let's get started."
"Uh!" Jericho raised a hand and Big noticed him. "What exactly are we doing?"
"Taking a test to see which one, or ones, are taking the steroid drugs." Big said.
"What do you mean test." Jericho gulped. He didn't like taking tests, any kind.
"Don't worry, it's not a needle or anything like that." Big laughed, understanding Chris's fear of needles and other weird hospital or doctor things. He handed them a cup.
"Oh god no." Jericho slammed a hand on his forehead. "How embarrassing."
"What?" Edge laughed and turned red with laughter at Jericho's expression. (about five minutes later) "Now was that so bad?"
"Shut up." Jericho growled, trying not to blush with humiliation.
"Alright, we'll have the results in a moment." Big said and a few moments later he came in with a disappointed face. "Well." The players leaned in close and Big looked up wearing a smile. Everyone was shocked. "None were positive. The water bottle must have been from a spectator or another athlete." Everyone sighed. "Go and enjoy your break, or what's left of it, and we'll see you at practice later on." Everyone left.
"That was a pointless waste of time." Jericho growled.
"Yea, too bad it wasn't during class." Triple H agreed as he met up with them.
"Come on guys, let's find the others." Edge replied. They went to the auditorium to find the gang talking and some of them were drinking something or finishing a snack. "Hey guys." Edge called and most of them turned over. Jericho nodded with a smirk.
"Hey, sup?" Jeff Hardy grinned back at Jericho. The three of them joined up with the others and sat down. Jeff offered to share his chips and Benoit gladly took some.
"Hey, where'd you guys go to?" RVD asked as he finished his water.
"Just a team meeting." Triple H replied and saw Stephanie talking with Terri and Trish in the corner. "Excuse me." He walked over and put an arm over Stephanie. She grinned and they kissed and walked off. Trish looked a little annoyed at Triple H.
"Hey guys," Edge whispered. "Do you think she'll go to the dance with me?"
"Who Trish?" Jeff asked as they followed his gaze. Everyone liked Trish.
"No Lita, yes Trish!" Edge replied and jokingly rolled his eyes. Jeff laughed.
"Go ask her." RVD said and leered at Jeff for laughing. He looked away.
"I don't think it's that easy." Jericho laughed and turned to see Edge's face sink. "On the other hand.." Jericho grinned a cunning smile and he shoved Edge so that he stumbled over to Trish. "When life gives you lemons. uh, make some pie!"
"Hey!" He looked at them and they turned away. Edge turned around and was standing right in front of Trish, and she had noticed him now. "Oh, hi Trish."
"Hello Edge, how are you?" She smiled and lowered here eyes shyly.
"Oh, uh, I'm fine." Edge said, feeling like he was sweating a river of nervousness. "And you?" He managed to choke out, his throat as dry as a cotton ball.
"I'm fine, thank you for asking." Trish grinned and looked up at him.
"Uhu, you're welcome." Edge rubbed the back of his head, a little tense. "So.."
"So, um, will you go to the dance with me?" Trish asked quickly.
"Well, I. what?" Edge gasped. Trish looked at him. "Sure." He gulped.
"Great." Trish came close to him and whispered, "You know, ever since I saw you when I transferred sophomore year, I've had the biggest crush on you."
"Yea, really?" Edge blushed and Trish giggled. Edge grinned a proud smile.
"Bye." Trish kissed him as the bell rang and walked off, Edge was dazed.
"Later." Edge stuttered and watched her go until she turned the corner.
"Come on man, bell!" Triple H said and he shoved Edge as he walked by.
"Oh no, rejected?" Jericho came over with the others. Edge turned to them.
"She said yes, she had a crush on me!" Edge stammered with joy.
"Way to go man!" Jericho gave him a noogie but Edge got out of it.
"Christian will be jealous." Benoit patted his back and grinned at him.
"Hell, I'm jealous!" RVD pouted. Everyone wanted to go out with Trish.
"Well, come on guys, we have to go to third period." Jeff said as he ran to catch up with Matt and Lita who were leaving from hanging out with Christian.
"Yea, let's go." Benoit said as they all walked off. Edge and Jericho followed RVD to art as Benoit walked off after Terri to history, Christian found Stephanie and Triple H as they headed to English and the Hardy Boys and Lita headed off to math. But, Edge didn't feel like he was walking at all though, he felt as if he were flying. He was on cloud nine! But the day was not even half over, and a big weekend was waiting right around the corner. After all, tomorrow is Friday, that means the day of the dance!
In one classroom, we find many of the WWE friends such as Edge, captain of the basketball team, who's looking day dreamily out the window at the cheerleaders (led by none other than Trish). In class, we also see Chris Benoit, who's aiming his pencil at the blackboard as the teacher sits at her desk. Next to Benoit is none other than Chris Jericho, one of the popular kids in school is doing none other than sleeping in class, or well, attempting too. Chris is the MVP on the basketball team Edge is on and they had their first final game this weekend after a big promotional dance Friday night.
"Well, you heard Principal Flair." The teacher, Ivory, sighed. "So have you all finished the problem on the board?"
"Yes." The class droned. Ivory was the math teacher and she was teaching trig.
"Hmm, who should I call on for the answer." She began to survey the room. She saw many looking dazed or just plain not paying attention. A few were attentive and one person, the teacher's pet, raised his hand.
"Oh, oh, pick me teacher, pick me!" Christian bounced up and down in his seat. "I'm ever so smart and for once I think I have the right answer!" A few others laughed.
"No, this time I think I'll pick on." She turned to the back corner of the room where Chris was leaning back in his chair with his mouth open sleeping. "Oh, Jericho."
"Huh, what?" He snapped to attention and looked down at his paper where he had drawn a picture scene from the movie Road Warriors. "Uh, what's the question, I mean?"
"The one that's been on the board since class started." Ivory pouted. Chris was a fair math student, but though it came easy to him at some points, he hated math.
"Oh, why didn't you just say so, I mean after all, you are the teacher." Chris replied with arrogance. A few others snickered under their hands. Ivory groaned. Chris cleared his throat and looked at the quadratic equation on the board. "The answer is 7."
"Well.." Ivory looked at the board. "That's right, lucky guess." Christian crumpled his scratch paper and threw it at the trash bin but it missed. The class laughed.
"And that's why you're not on the basketball team." Edge concluded as he jokingly rubbed his younger brother's hair, messing up the mangled mane. He growled.
"That's enough Edgeward!" Ivory tried not to laugh.
"Don't call me that, I hate that nickname." Edge groaned. Lita had called him that after their date went bad and everyone's been tormenting him with it since. A few laugh.
"Excuse me." A knock on the door and Vice-Principal Bishoff entered. The class stood to attention and Chris shoved his gum to his back molars to play it safe.
"Hello Eric, is there something we can do for you?" Ivory walked over.
"Actually yes there is, can I speak to you outside for a moment?" He took her outside and the class began to stand up to cause trouble.
"Stay there." Ivory poked her head back in and they all sat down. She went back out and Jericho popped his gum bubble and everyone laughed. Ivory groaned. "What?"
"Sorry to bother you but is it alright if I can talk to Edge and Y2J for a moment?" He asked with that look on his face where you know somebody's in trouble.
"Of course, just a minute." She nodded and turned around to roll her eyes. "Edge, Jericho, could you come here for a sec?" Edge and Chris's faces were shocked.
"Oohhhhh!" The class all said at the same time. Edge got up a bit nervous, he had done nothing wrong. Chris stood up with pride, he had a rep to maintain. They went outside and Ivory closed the door and went back to teaching the class.
"What's the matter?" Edge asked after he swallowed to get rid of the dry taste in his mouth. Eric smiled at him and gave a slight laugh. Edge's stomach calmed and Chris looked a little confused. How much trouble was he in this time?
"I just want to congratulate you boys on a year well done." He grinned.
"Oh, thank you." Edge replied.
"I know you'll pull in another trophy." Eric went on.
"Well, we do what we can. It's just pure talent." Jericho rubbed his fist against his black shirt as his ego swelled at the complimenting remark.
"Yes, about that." Eric's smiled turned to a slight frown.
"What?" Jericho stopped laughing.
"One of the water bottles showed a test of drugs on it. Not the kind of drugs like pot or crack, the kind you can buy in health stores to give an extra boost." Eric said.
"You test our stuff?" Jericho was appalled, was nothing sacred or private?
"You mean like steroids?" Edge ignored Chris, this was serious to him.
"Like steroids yes. So we're giving tests during break to all basketball players and I just wanted to tell you. Even though I know it's not you guys we need you to be there so it looks fair." Eric assured. "As the school motto says."
"In the interest of fairness." Edge nodded.
"No, I thought it was DTA." Jericho turned to him and Edge jabbed him with an elbow to the gut. "Ow, I mean, uh, oh yea. In the interest of fairness." He rolled his eyes.
"See you then boys, get back to class." Eric left. Edge sighed with relief and opened the door. Jericho rubbed his stomach, that jab had hurt his empty stomach.
"Detention." Christian whispered as his older brother walked by and sat down.
"Nope." Edge smiled and Christian pounded his desk. The bang startled Ivory and the class laughed again. Jericho leaned back in his chair as Ivory continued the session. About 10 minutes later the bell rang to go to second period. "Later man." Edge waved.
"Later." Jericho nodded as Edge and Christian walked to history.
"Come on man." Benoit called as the duo headed to English.
"Jericho!" RVD called as they met at the door.
"Dam you Rob." Jericho laughed as they slapped high fives and shot their thumb over their shoulder as they made a 'chhhh' noise. (as seen on Fresh Prince)
"Ready for the test man?" RVD asked.
"Test?" Jericho nearly choked on his gum. Benoit patted his back.
"Yea, we got a van dam poetry test." RVD punned.
"I thought it was on parts of speech!" Benoit gasped and pounded his fist into his palm. They went into the class and sat down right before the bell rang.
"Hey guys." Terri ran in and sat down.
"Late again Miss Reynolds?" The teacher, Al Snow looked disappointed.
"Sorry, Mr. Tazz was taking to long to hand in the history papers." She said.
"Darn Tazz." Al groaned, then muttered. "Some teachers these days.."
"Uh, Mr. Snow?" Benoit raised his hand.
"Yes Chris?" Al turned to him.
"What, I didn't do anything!" Jericho cried.
"No, Benoit. If you were paying attention, Jericho, you'd remember that there are two Chris's in this class." Al replied and RVD laughed. Jericho shoved him with a smirk.
"Um, didn't you say that the test today was on parts of speech?" Benoit asked.
"No." Al recalled slowly and Benoit realized he studied for two hours for nothing.
"Told ya it was poetry." RVD whispered as Benoit banged his head on his desk.
"Actually," Al heard him, Rob tensed. "It's on sentence fragments and punctuation." The class groaned and Jericho laughed at his two friends mistakes. Al handed out the tests. "You have the entire class period to finish, and if you finish early you can read the book assignment." He held up a copy of 'To Kill A Mockingbird'. The students began to do the test.
Jericho was a pretty good student in English, that and art were two of his favorite classes. All the WWE students, except Christian, were seniors so this year was a really good one for all of them. Christian still had another year to go after. The bell rang and Edge scurried to finish the test and looked over to see RVD waking up from a nap, Benoit snapping out of a daydream and Jericho closing his book.
"How do you do it guys?" Edge asked as they turned in their tests. "Study?" Jericho busted up laughing. In his whole time in school he'd studied maybe once. "Well.." Edge blushed. "Uh, come on Chris, we have to go."
"Later guys." Jericho said as Benoit and RVD went to go to the cafeteria to join the rest of their group of friends. "Where do we go, the office or the gym?"
"Look, they're going to the locker rooms." Edge pointed. They followed and went inside to see coach Big and the rest of the team.
"Good you made it, I guess you all know why you're here?" Big asked and everyone said that they did. "Ok good, then let's get started."
"Uh!" Jericho raised a hand and Big noticed him. "What exactly are we doing?"
"Taking a test to see which one, or ones, are taking the steroid drugs." Big said.
"What do you mean test." Jericho gulped. He didn't like taking tests, any kind.
"Don't worry, it's not a needle or anything like that." Big laughed, understanding Chris's fear of needles and other weird hospital or doctor things. He handed them a cup.
"Oh god no." Jericho slammed a hand on his forehead. "How embarrassing."
"What?" Edge laughed and turned red with laughter at Jericho's expression. (about five minutes later) "Now was that so bad?"
"Shut up." Jericho growled, trying not to blush with humiliation.
"Alright, we'll have the results in a moment." Big said and a few moments later he came in with a disappointed face. "Well." The players leaned in close and Big looked up wearing a smile. Everyone was shocked. "None were positive. The water bottle must have been from a spectator or another athlete." Everyone sighed. "Go and enjoy your break, or what's left of it, and we'll see you at practice later on." Everyone left.
"That was a pointless waste of time." Jericho growled.
"Yea, too bad it wasn't during class." Triple H agreed as he met up with them.
"Come on guys, let's find the others." Edge replied. They went to the auditorium to find the gang talking and some of them were drinking something or finishing a snack. "Hey guys." Edge called and most of them turned over. Jericho nodded with a smirk.
"Hey, sup?" Jeff Hardy grinned back at Jericho. The three of them joined up with the others and sat down. Jeff offered to share his chips and Benoit gladly took some.
"Hey, where'd you guys go to?" RVD asked as he finished his water.
"Just a team meeting." Triple H replied and saw Stephanie talking with Terri and Trish in the corner. "Excuse me." He walked over and put an arm over Stephanie. She grinned and they kissed and walked off. Trish looked a little annoyed at Triple H.
"Hey guys," Edge whispered. "Do you think she'll go to the dance with me?"
"Who Trish?" Jeff asked as they followed his gaze. Everyone liked Trish.
"No Lita, yes Trish!" Edge replied and jokingly rolled his eyes. Jeff laughed.
"Go ask her." RVD said and leered at Jeff for laughing. He looked away.
"I don't think it's that easy." Jericho laughed and turned to see Edge's face sink. "On the other hand.." Jericho grinned a cunning smile and he shoved Edge so that he stumbled over to Trish. "When life gives you lemons. uh, make some pie!"
"Hey!" He looked at them and they turned away. Edge turned around and was standing right in front of Trish, and she had noticed him now. "Oh, hi Trish."
"Hello Edge, how are you?" She smiled and lowered here eyes shyly.
"Oh, uh, I'm fine." Edge said, feeling like he was sweating a river of nervousness. "And you?" He managed to choke out, his throat as dry as a cotton ball.
"I'm fine, thank you for asking." Trish grinned and looked up at him.
"Uhu, you're welcome." Edge rubbed the back of his head, a little tense. "So.."
"So, um, will you go to the dance with me?" Trish asked quickly.
"Well, I. what?" Edge gasped. Trish looked at him. "Sure." He gulped.
"Great." Trish came close to him and whispered, "You know, ever since I saw you when I transferred sophomore year, I've had the biggest crush on you."
"Yea, really?" Edge blushed and Trish giggled. Edge grinned a proud smile.
"Bye." Trish kissed him as the bell rang and walked off, Edge was dazed.
"Later." Edge stuttered and watched her go until she turned the corner.
"Come on man, bell!" Triple H said and he shoved Edge as he walked by.
"Oh no, rejected?" Jericho came over with the others. Edge turned to them.
"She said yes, she had a crush on me!" Edge stammered with joy.
"Way to go man!" Jericho gave him a noogie but Edge got out of it.
"Christian will be jealous." Benoit patted his back and grinned at him.
"Hell, I'm jealous!" RVD pouted. Everyone wanted to go out with Trish.
"Well, come on guys, we have to go to third period." Jeff said as he ran to catch up with Matt and Lita who were leaving from hanging out with Christian.
"Yea, let's go." Benoit said as they all walked off. Edge and Jericho followed RVD to art as Benoit walked off after Terri to history, Christian found Stephanie and Triple H as they headed to English and the Hardy Boys and Lita headed off to math. But, Edge didn't feel like he was walking at all though, he felt as if he were flying. He was on cloud nine! But the day was not even half over, and a big weekend was waiting right around the corner. After all, tomorrow is Friday, that means the day of the dance!