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Chapter 1

"Last year sucked and this one will to!" Amy Dumas huffily folded her arms across her chair, slipped down into her seat and sulked. If there was one thing she hated more than anything, it was school. She hated that she had to sit in the prison like building for 6 hours and thirty minutes, for five days a week, for however many days a year. How many days was it? All 365? Sometimes, it sure as hell felt like it.

"Come on Aimes," her best friend Trish leaned across the desk, her shirt unbuttoned to reveal the slightest cleavage – as usual – and her long blonde hair flowing down her back, "It's our last year, and we'll make it our most fun. I promise."

"As if." Said Amy's other best friend, Victoria. Unlike Trish, Victoria had shorter, dark hair with red streaks. "Just because it's our last year, doesn't mean it's gonna be any different."

Amy couldn't understand how Trish and Victoria were friends. Not only were they different looks wise, but they were complete opposites where personality was concerned. Trish was bubbly, optimistic and a bit of a know-it-all. Victoria on the other hand was more pessimistic, didn't speak when she didn't have to, and really did know it all. You could ask her anything about everything and she'd know the answer. Trish and Victoria often had a clash of personalities, but were friends again within the hour.

Trish looked like she was about to reply with some smart comment, when the classroom door opened, and a guy that the trio didn't recognise walked in. He was quite tall, with long, what appeared to be dyed blonde hair. Amy kept watching him until he took his seat in the back of the classroom. 'New kid' she thought. 'It's a good job Coach is later than he is.' She observed him for a moment longer, before turning back to her friends, who were having yet another one of their petty little arguments.

"All I'm saying Vicky is that if you looked at things with a little more positively then things wouldn't be as miserable."

"What planet are you living on? It's impossible to be positive in this hellhole."

Trish opened her mouth to retort, but was again interrupted by the classroom door opening, this time by the class' registration teacher, Mr Coachman.

"Alright class, sorry I'm late," he said, placing a bunch of folders onto his desk as the class went silent, "I'm aware the bell rang five minutes ago, but I was having some trouble with my car on the way over here."

Amy smirked and looked over at the class' two prime troublemakers, Shawn Michaels and Hunter Hurst Helmsley. She saw them glance at each other proudly, before focusing their attention back to Coach. They were notorious for their pranks not only in their year, but also throughout the entire school. The headmaster, Mr McMahon, would love to expel them, but he had no evidence that they had committed any of the pranks. The pair could get away with just about anything.

"Anyway, before I take the register I would like to introduce a new student who joins us today, his name is Jeff Hardy and he joins us today from North Carolina." He gestured towards the new boy at the back of the classroom. "I'd like everybody to say hi to Mr Hardy."

"Hi to Mr Hardy." The class chorused, a few turning to glance at him, before returning their attention, or at least pretending to, to Mr Coachman.

"Right, now that introductions are out of the way, I'll start the register." He took the register from on top of the pile of folders, and opened it. He took a biro from his pocket and was about to call out the first name when he stopped. His eyes scanned the classroom until they found Shawn and Hunter, who were seemingly just waiting for their names to be called out so they could answer. However, things were never what they seemed with the degenerate duo. Last year, they have managed to mimic the voice of every absentee in the class that day, and then caused the fire alarm to go off, making Mr Coachman panic because he thought not everyone who was in his registration class had showed up. Of course, when he saw Shawn and Hunter in fits of laughter, he realised what had happened. This was just an example of the pair doing something suspension worthy, and yet nobody had any proof it was them who had done it. Coachman's eyes narrowed on the pair. "On second thoughts, I recognise everyone, I'll take the register in silence." As he ticked the first name, Amy looked over at Shawn and Hunter again. They looked slightly crestfallen. Having spoken to them during the summer, they had claimed they had huge pranks planned for their final year, and that they weren't telling anybody what they were, everyone would just have to wait and see.

Mr Coachman finished taking the register and put it back on top of the folders, returning his pen to its pocket.

"Right then, I see everyone had returned for their first day back in the new academic year. Well done to you all. Now, as you know, this year is the year that you will all have to apply to college, should you choose to further your education. Of course, I recommend that you DO carry on your education after high school…"

As Mr Coachman rambled on about college applications, Amy let her attention wander. She glanced around at a couple of new posters dotted about the walls, each one as boring as the last. As she looked at the last one, she saw that Jeff wasn't paying attention to Coach either. She kept looking. He was sketching in a notebook. She must've been staring about a minute or so, but he didn't look up once. He was so focused in whatever it was that he was drawing.

'There's something about that kid,' thought Amy, 'I don't know what, but there's something about him…'

"… which of course will culminate with prom night, which will be exactly a week before your graduation ceremony."

Mr Coachman suddenly had Amy's attention once again. She might have hated school, but she was looking forward to prom night. Even Victoria was looking forward to prom night. The West Weckland-Erickson high school proms were legendary among locals. It was said that it was the best night of your entire life if you went there. It's why so many people sent their children to WWE – you got the same amount of education as you did at Thomas Nigel Academy on the other side of town, but you ended your high school years with the night of your life.

"Now, as most of you know, prom is held at the Madison hotel on Garden Street, which is the classiest hotel in town, so Mr McMahon's message this year is simple – you screw up once, just once, you're not going."

The class erupted with complaints immediately. No one ever stayed out of trouble for long. Even Amy herself had gotten into – and caused a lot of – trouble the previous year.

"I know, I know." Mr Coachman continued, the class becoming quiet once more to listen, "but Mr McMahon had a very good point. WWE high school has a very, very good reputation with the Madison, and to let in students who are almost guaranteed to cause trouble would tarnish that reputation, and would jeopardize the chances of WWE being able to hold a prom there for future generations." He smiled. "So on that note, I expect that you'll all stay out of trouble this year."

The bell rang, and Mr Coachman had never seen the class move so fast – he'd always had a bit of an inkling that the class didn't really like him much. As usual though, Amy was the last to get to the door, Victoria and Trish speeding ahead. Before she could leave the classroom, Coachman wanted a favour from her.

"Miss Dumas, may I have a word with you?"

Amy rolled her eyes and turned on her heel to face Mr Coachman.

"Yes Coach?"

Coachman smiled slightly – he liked it when the students called him Coach, it made him feel cool. "I was wondering if you would like to show Mr Hardy around between classes and during lunch."

Amy saw Jeff standing looking at her, seemingly not caring whether she said yes or not. She shrugged.

"Yeah, sure."

"I knew you would." Coach smiled encouragingly at Jeff. "Amy is one of the friendliest members of JC, of course," he looked at Amy, not forgetting the events of the previous year, "when she wants to be."

Amy smiled sarcastically, and Coach immediately regretted saying what he had.

"Anyways, you two better get to class, you don't wanna be late on your first day back."

With that, Coachman ushered Jeff and Amy out the classroom and into the now busy corridor. Amy and Jeff walked halfway to their class before anyone spoke.

"How did Coach know you were in my class without checking our timetables?" Jeff asked curiously.

"Whatever registration class you're in, that's the class you're with in all of your classes as well." She explained simply.

"That's weird. Why?"

Amy sighed, remembering the reason the year was so divided.

"It's a long story."

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