Boys Over Flowers
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters—they belong to the mega wrestling company, WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment). The original story this fic is based on, Hana Yori Dango/Meteor Garden, are fully copyrighted works of Yoko Kamio and Taiwan TV Cable network.
Summary: A poor girl enters a very elite senior high school, where all the students talk about are Prada, Gucci, and Vegas. Hoping to survive until graduation, she's devastated to discover that the school is ruled by the towering F4 (Flower 4), who bully and expel the students who dare to go against them. How will she make it through the three years—one year, at least—of study?
A/N: Let's just pretend that all the wrestlers are in high school (despite the age differences), ok? Except for parents, of course.
Chapter 1: First Day
Trish Stratus leaned her head against the desk.
How come?
Around her were students, who looked rich enough to buy five units of her house. One of them, with curly brown hair, was showing off her large, shiny De Beers diamond ring. "My dad bought this for me yesterday."
Her friend, a model, tilted her head. "But your birthday is not until another five months!" she said.
The diamond girl giggled. "I know, silly—he just bought it for me as a souvenir from London. For my birthday, he's gonna get me a personalized Swarovski sculpture. It will be placed in the front porch of my summer villa in Bali!"
"Ooh," the model and other girls nodded like idiots.
How come?
Trish looked to her left. Two brunette girls stood up proudly. One of them swung a Prada handbag over her right shoulder. Trish's eyes widened when she read how many 0's were printed on it. The other girl smiled, twirling around to show off her Gucci jacket (with the price tag still on). Trish's eyes widened when she read how many 0's were printed on it. Seeing this, the first girl lowered her upper body and showed off a Louis Vuitton necklace, grinning triumphantly. The second girl scoffed, searching her jewelries for something that can be shown.
"Admit it, Rochelle! You've lost." The first one, named Joy Giovanni, said to the other one, Rochelle Loewen.
Rochelle frowned, but suddenly smirked. Trish saw the surprised expression on Joy's face. Rochell gestured for Joy to come closer. Curious, Joy walked up to Rochelle. The brunette grinned wider, pointing to her nose. After pondering about Rochelle's nose, she stepped back in horror.
"Julia Roberts' nose!" she cried. Trish tilted her head. Huh?
"I know, right?" Rochelle grinned.
"How dare you! Why didn't you invite me to have the same surgery?" Joy protested. "No wonder I couldn't find you all summer."
Rochelle laughed maniacally. "Of course you wouldn't have found me. I got the nose done in the villa of Roberts! One for me, and one for Julia," she boasted.
"Unfair! I want one too," Joy stomped her foot in jealousy.
"By the way, where did you go to look for me?" Rochelle asked.
"Milan," Joy answered.
"You're boring," Rochelle frowned. They walked out of the classroom.
How come? Before entering the school, Trish had been told by her close friend, Ashley, that WWE Elite Senior High demanded high standard work. Trish herself won a scholarship and now regretted that she ever decided to enter. Ashley also told her about the environment and the students' behaviour. Trish sighed, turning her head around when she heard loud giggles.
Three snobbish girls (A/N: Yep, there are a lot of girls in the class), who labeled themselves as the most popular and richest girls at WWE Elite Senior High, were giggling and talking excitedly. The tallest one, who had blond curly hair, tossed her hair over her shoulders. Her name was Torrie Wilson, and she was the most spoilt girl at the school. Her two loyal and faithful sidekicks, Melina Perez and Candice Michelle, could only shut their mouths and listen to her talking about her parents' wealth and huge mansion.
"Do you know where I got this from?" Torrie tested, revealing a huge, ultra-expensive looking diamante necklace.
"Paris?" Melina asked.
"Hong Kong?" Candice said at the same time.
Torrie rolled her eyes. "No. I got it from Las Vegas!"
"Really!" Her two best friends' eyes widened.
Torrie nodded. "Only for $700,000."
"Near-miss!" The three grinned, but narrowed their eyes when they caught Trish's eyes staring at them.
How come they're all bringing brand-quality goods to school? Trish glanced at other students, taking out more expensive accessories from their designer bags. Even the guys were wearing Armani and Versace!
The bell rang. Students finished talking and returned to their seats to start the class, but Trish could tell that they wouldn't even care if they got low test marks. All they could think about is money!
The teacher walked in, clutching books in his left hand. After writing his name on the blackboard, he cleared his throat. "Alright. Welcome to WWE Elite Senior High, Class 1-C. I'm Eric Bischoff, and I teach… uhm… Small Business Management. No, wait. Oh, yes I do. Anyways, you can just call me by the name Bischoff, or Mr. Bischoff. Let's get the class roll done first…"
His speech was interrupted by a boy shouting from outside. "SOMEONE GOT A RED NOTICE!" The boy, a senior named Kurt Angle, was running through the hallway, shouting. Bischoff stopped talking, and students turned silent. Their heads snapped in the direction of the door. People from other classes looked outside, wondering what the hell Angle was shouting about.
"Charlie Haas from Class 1-B got a RED NOTICE! He's standing by his locker!" He yelled. Then he made his way to the oval, shouting the same thing.
"Class dismissed!" Bischoff announced, and exited the classroom.
"Let's catch up with Kurt!" A student named Rob Van Dam said. Other students nodded, "Yeah!" and rushed out of the room. Trish remained in her seat, shoulders slumped. Oh man.
In the locker room, Charlie Haas was kneeling hopelessly on the floor. He stared at a red slip that was stuck inside his locker, trembling. Hearing footsteps of students marching to his direction, he stood up, grabbed his bag and ran. When he sprinted to the oval, students caught him. He turned around, and ran the other direction. There were students as well! Shaking, he dashed down the stairs. Unfortunately, more students came up in front of him. He looked behind him, and realized he was trapped.
Trish sighed. A striking redhead walked over to Trish's desk. She looked confused.
"Trish, aren't you going to join them?" Christy Hemme, the redhead, asked. Trish lifted her head up slowly.
An exchange student who was introduced to the class on Orientation Day, Trish thought. Poor her… She sighed again. After she discovering how the students do things here at WWE Elite Senior High, she'll regret ever moving to this school.
"Just let them," she replied.
Christy pouted. "But is it okay to stay here? What are they doing, anyway?"
"You'll see." Trish stood up walked outside. Christy followed her.
Meanwhile, Charlie was being hit and pushed around by the students. A few stepped on his bag and smashed all the things inside. After minutes of torture, they dragged him to the school lobby.
"This school is evil," Trish explained to Christy. "Unlike other schools, WWE Elite Senior High is ruled by the students, namely four mega-rich boys called F4. Their parents paid a vast amount of money to the school. With that much money, even the Principal and the teachers couldn't say anything about it—they were speechless. In return, the four boys were promised free reign at this school." Every student on Orientation Day were talking about it.
Charlie's best buddy, Shelton Benjamin, came and was shocked when he saw Charlie was being bullied. He tried to rescue him, but the two were outnumbered. As a result, Shelton was being tormented as well.
"Isn't there anyone who has anything to say about it?" Christy asked.
Trish snorted. "If the teachers are silent about it, do you think the students will be brave enough to stand up to them?"
Another teacher, Mr. Teddy Long, came and was startled to see what was happening. He broke up the fights, approaching Charlie and Shelton, who were making their way miserably to the school gate.
"Hey! Hey! Where are you going, playas'?" he asked the two bruised students.
Torrie grabbed his arm. "Mr. Long, Charlie mocked F4. That's why now we're trying to teach him a lesson. Shelton tried to save him, so we decided to beat him up as well."
Mr. Long looked at her, then at the two students. He patted both of them on the shoulders. "Charlie, Shelton. Don't be troublemakers again."
Trish and Christy, who had arrived at the scene, were confused. The two nodded, and left the school.
"Let's go to your classes, now!" Mr. Long clapped his hands. The students walked away, whispering and still talking about the two ex-students.
Trish wanted to catch up with Charlie and Shelton, but Christy pulled her back. "Trish! Are you crazy? Didn't you say that F4 will come after you if you dare to make any contact with victims?"
Trish gritted her teeth, and ran to the fire escape. "Trish!"
The blond girl ran up the stairs, and reached the highest floor of the school (A/N: Sort of like an attic, but open). She gripped to the side fences. Taking a deep breath, she screamed. "I HATE THIS SCHOOL!" She let out a breath. "What kind of school does such evil things to its students?" she asked, looking down at Charlie and Shelton, who were crossing the road. "I swear, F4, I won't let you get away with this! PIG-HEAD BASTARDS!"
Half a mile away from the school, two shiny, new-looking convertible cars—one Porsche and one Mercedes Benz—were making their way to the parking lot.
Trish scoffed, and walked back to her classroom.
Four tall, good-looking boys stepped out of the two cars. One, seeming o be the leader, with sunnies and wavy blond hair smirked. Behind him, the three boys were either busy checking mobile phones or talking. They entered the school.
Are F4 as bad as they sound? Trish is about to find out in the next chapter: The Encounter.
A/N: Well, I like Hana Yori Dango, so I decided to make this fic. But that doesn't mean I've abandoned High School Drama. This story just involves more romance, that's all. Enjoy!