A/N: New story! This is really helping my writer's block for Enough, so look for that to have a new chapter soon! This story contains a pretty good amount of WWE wrestlers. (Cody Rhodes, Ted DiBiase, John Cena, Randy Orton, Justin Gabriel, Wade Barrett, John Morrison, etc.)

Disclaimer: I do not and will never own anyone in the WWE. They all belong to themselves and Vinny Mac.

Warnings: Cursing, sex, violence- anything that comes with a mature rated story. Oh, and homosexuality. Don't like, please leave.

The sun hung in the middle of the sky overshadowed by the gloomy clouds. The day was dreary and humid. It was almost as if the clouds wanted to unleash precipitation, but couldn't because the particles were held so closely together. A girl sat in a quiet car leaning her arms on the steering wheel. She looked up at the large brick building that blocked the rest of the sky. A permanent frown was etched into her young features as she glared at the structure that would be responsible for her secondary education.

She was university-bound. She had been accepted into New York University, New York Film Academy, University of Southern California and all aforementioned were on her list of dream schools, but she chose the local community college that specialized in business and marketing. She finally realized that she had left the car on idle and turned it off, while glancing at the digital clock.

9:35

She was already five minutes late for her first day and she had yet to check into the office. After a few more minutes of grumbling to herself, she got out of the car, carrying her large tote on her shoulder. The only thing she carried in the bag was a three subject notebook. She was ill-prepared and intended to be that way. She pulled down the sleeves of her hooded sweatshirt as the cold, dry air hit her and made her way across the wet parking lot and pulled open one of the glass doors to the college.

The main building was the exact opposite of the outdoors. Everyone was inside, bustling back and forth. Fall semester had begun and it showed. She could easily pick out the different groups. The seniors had banded together, as they had in high school. Some of them seemed to be quite athletic and others seemed to be into their academics like her. But one thing was evident about the seniors; they all had self confidence.

She watched as a tall six foot man wrapped his arms around the waist of another guy, not much shorter than he.

"I missed you on my break." The shorter one smiled. He was tan and had a distinct accent to his deep voice. She thought of it to be South African. The other one smiled widely and kissed the smaller's lips, passionately. She, among many others watched. A few whistled.

"I missed you, as well." A British accent came from the taller one. The girl wasn't used to homosexuality being so open. She had just graduated from high school where everyone kept their orientations to themselves, or you would face the risk of being permanently labeled and exiled. She guessed that college was different, since these two seniors were in the presence of their other male friends.

She decided not to stare, for that would be a very bad first impression. Instead, she followed one of the signs on the large walls to the main office. She felt small compared to everyone else; as if she were the only freshman walking around the school. She decided to relax her nerves and pace quickly to the office door. She reached it and opened it, getting a smile from the Native American middle aged woman behind a desk. She must have been the secretary.

"Can I help you?" She asked as the girl came closer. She nodded and leaned on the counter above the desk.

"Uhm…my dad sent my transcripts and application in…" She replied, not sure of what to say. "Antoinette Dale." She added quickly and the woman typed in her name. Her eyes smiled as she read over Antoinette's information.

"Ah, yes." She looked into Antoinette's light brown eyes. She looked back at the computer monitor, eyes scanning over the info. "Is there anything in particular that you would like to go by? The preferred name box was left blank." She told her. Antoinette was ready to answer by saying what she had said the last eighteen years of her life; 'no'. She closed her mouth and thought about it. This would be a new chapter of her life. A chapter that she would want to remember forever. Besides, 'Antoinette' was a mouthful. She nodded as it came to her.

"Anthony."

"Anthony?" The woman asked again for clarification. She looked at her in confusion.

"Yup." She enunciated every letter, making sure that the 'p' made a popping sound.

"Okay. 'Anthony' it is." She said with a sigh, typing it in. "Welcome to Tomlinson." She smiled, genuinely. "Lemme just print out your schedule…"

Not more than five seconds after the woman had said that, a chime of laughter came from the back of the office. It sounded like a group of men. Sure enough, three men came from the backroom of the office. The one in the middle had on a suit and had an authoritative presence. The men on either side of him were both in their mid-twenties and both stood tall above the man in the middle. Anthony guessed that the man in the suit was the dean- Mr. Grant Dinallo.

"Oh, Ted; I swear you are just like your father." Mr. Dinallo smiled, looking up to his left. "I remember when he went here. Oh, and Cody; your father and Ted's father were like two peas in a pod." So, the guy on left was Ted and the other on his right was Cody. They were both very attractive men; both had an athletic build and dazzling smiles. Anthony rolled her eyes.

So, it's one of these kinds of schools. She couldn't help but think. The schools were the dean shows favoritism because some students' parents are alumni. She sighed and accidentally caught the attention of the guy on the dean's right. He locked eyes with her and furrowed his eyebrows, smirk still plastered to his face. Anthony bit her bottom lip and turned on her heel, rushing out of the office, while Cody just watched.

A/N: Well, that was fun! I have huge plans for this story and I am working on ideas for Enough, so please don't abandon that. Leave me words of encouragement and criticism. I am always open to ideas to make my writing better and to make my stories interesting!