Walking down the halls of WWE High was the one boy named Mike Mizanin, Miz to the friends he really knew and trusted. He was being accompanied by his best friend, Alex Riley, and their other friend, John Morrison.
"Can you believe what Dave did?" Alex asked them as they stopped in front of their lockers, getting the books they would need for their first classes, and John throwing his overly plush jacket inside before any teachers caught him with it.
Mike looked at him from dialing in his locker combination, and asked, "What did that animal do this time?"
It was no secret that Dave Batista was one of the meanest and most dangerous football players in the school, and most of the things he did during the weekend were some that most people didn't want to hear about.
"Apparently he decided to try to tap Cena." Alex said, closing his locker door and turning to Mike with a smirk.
Both John and Mike gave him 'Are you serious?' looks, which made him nod. "You know AJ's party?" He asked them.
Both teens nodded, and Mike said, "Yeah, that chick scares the crap out of me. I swear she once tried to show me her chest." He shuddered, making both of his friends chuckle.
John nodded, and added, "I swear, she tries to get with anything that breathes."
Alex nodded, and said, "Poor Kane, Dani, and Punk. It's a pity they all got their hearts broken by that chick."
Mike nodded, closed his locker, then leaned against it. "Yeah, but there's one thing I don't understand. How did she go from the 'World's Strongest Vegan' to the scariest teen alive, Kane, then to Straight Edge Punk?" He said, making Alex's smirk widen while John shook his head.
"And don't forget that the very reason she threw that party was to get to Cena now." John told him, making the boy shake his own head.
"That chick really needs help."
"Anyways!" Alex interjected, making both teens turn to him. "As I was saying, Cena went to that party because Orton made him, along with the rest of his friends on the Team. Like any other teenage party, there was booze, which really, I don't understand why parents even allow us to throw parties if they know we're going to bring drinks!"
Mike and John blinked, then Mike poked Alex's arm. "John, less rant about parents, more telling us what happened with Batista and Cena."
Alex blinked at this, then nodded, "Well, it goes like this, because of the alcohol, Batista got drunk enough to try to get a sober Cena." He told them, making both his friends shake their head.
"Really? Really, Alex? Really? While Batista may be an idiot, he can't be that stupid." Mike told him, making the taller boy glare at him.
"What, you think I came up with this just to have something to talk to you about today?" Alex asked him, which made John sigh, knowing that an argument was going to start. "I got this info from my sis."
Mike nodded, but, seeing the glare he got from John, he decided to not say anything about the fact that Alex's sister went to AJ's party. "Well, anyways, did Cena kick his ass or what?"
Alex seemed gleeful at the fact that an argument didn't start at the moment, and he said, "Of course he did. If you see him with a black eye today, you know where he got it from."
And as he finished saying this, the bell for Homeroom rang, making all three friends start walking towards their room. They had homeroom together, but that was the only thing they shared, seeing that teachers decided that these three should not be allowed to be in the same classroom at any given moment.
"Hey, Mikey." John said as they sat down in their chairs in the back of the room.
"What, Morrison?" He asked, swiveling to the side to see his best friend smirking at him.
"Something wicked this way comes." He whispered, then before Mike could even turn around, he found himself with AJ right in front of him.
"Hey, Mizzy." She crooned, trying to sound cute, but only managing to make Mike feel extremely uncomfortable. "Is that seat taken?" She asked, pointing at the one next to him.
Mike looked back at the empty seat, then tried to crane his neck to silently tell John to help him, but the teen had taken to talking with Jeff Hardy, another person in their small group of friends.
"Um... Well, AJ, this is a free country, after all. And you don't have to ask me if you can seat next to me in every single class we have together. Not many people actually care about asking." He said, trying his best to not set the girl off.
It was no secret that AJ had a few screws in her head loose, and her anger was one that seemed to rival that of Brock Lesnar's, a teen that made Batista look like a saint.
"Why, thank you, Mizzy." She said, and started to skip around his desk to get to the other, only for someone to beat her to the punch.
Mike had never seen him before, but he wasn't so shocked, because there was a rumor that the school was getting a foreign exchange student this year. The boy was tall, with bright red hair, pale skin, and a scowl that made Mike quickly know that he wasn't one to mess with.
AJ stopped abruptly as she saw the boy in what she had now deemed her chair, blinked a couple times, then said, "Excuse me, I believe I was going to sit there."
That didn't seem to even bother the strange in the least, for her just looked her up and down, and answered, "Too bad, lass. Ye waited too long talkin' to the fella over there." All the while pointing at Mike.
Mike was shocked at the fact that anybody would even dare talk to her like that, but that was nothing compared to what she did next. She didn't verbally abuse him, try to start a fight, or even get one of her monkeys to help her get the boy out. No, she just walked away and sat down next to her friend Tamina, sending a glare at the new kid every once in a while.
Mike looked from her, to the new kid, then looked down at his notebook while shaking his head. Only with AJ...
"Psst! Miz!" He heard John hiss from next to him, which made him glare down at his notebook.
He was not going to answer this time. Nope. If John let him fall victim to AJ in the span of a few seconds, he was going to be ignoring his young friend.
"Miz! Miz! Miz! Mizzy! Mizzy! Mizzy!" He heard John hiss repeatedly, the teen poking his arm with each repetition.
Then another set of hands started poking him, making Mike turn around to find Jeff poking his back. "Listen to what he has to say." Jeff whispered, then looked forward, not wanting to get caught by their homeroom teacher, who had entered a little after John started trying to get his attention.
Mike sighed, deciding it was better to give in now and not get in trouble with his teacher, so he turned to John, glaring at him.
"Did you do the English homework?" He finally asked, making Mike scoff and shake his head, deciding it would not be worth it.
"Go ask your boyfriend for it, John. Don't bother me again." Mike answered, making John's face drop.
There was a chuckle from Mike's other side, and he turned, only to find the new kid smiling at him. "What's so funny?" Mike asked, uncharacteristically rude.
The pale skinned boy only shook his head, then stuck his hand out. "Name's Stephen Farelly, but please, call me Sheamus. You?" He asked, making Mike smile slightly at his accent.
He always was a sucker for accents. "My name's Mike. Mike Mizanin. Don't have a real nickname." He answered, hearing a scoff from behind him.
The boy, now Sheamus, nodded, then said, "If ye don't mind me askin', fella, why did ye look like ye were about to die when talkin' to the lass?"
Mike looked towards AJ, only to find her staring directly at him. He quickly looked back at Sheamus, and shook his head. "I'm not one for spreading gossip, nor do I like talking bad about people, but... Chick crazy. She's the self-proclaimed whore, and she's been trying to get me for a while."
Sheamus nodded, then smiled a charming smile, which made Mike slowly start smiling. "Guess it's a good thing I decided to sit here, then."
Mike smiled, then frowned slightly when the bell rang, thinking that he wouldn't be able to meet up with Sheamus again. "Excuse me, Mike?" He asked, stopping the brunette from picking up all his things as the rest of the class started to walk out.
"Yeah, Sheamus?" He asked, looking into his blue eyes.
"Where's English?" Sheamus said, making Mike smile widely.
"Guess this is your lucky day, Sheamus. That's my next class. Just walk with me." He said, finished getting all his things, then stood waiting for the new student.
As they both walked down the crowded hallways, the students parting as they saw Sheamus passing by, Mike couldn't help but smile. Maybe this would be a good semester.
Okay, this is about my fourth or fifth try at slash, but my second try at multi chap story. The characters may be OOC, but they have to be like that for the story. One review and I'll update tomorrow.