Chapter 1
"Yeah, bye," said James Johnson on his cell phone.
It was his first day at high school, wrestling high school. The shy Freshman had just moved from the Jersey All Pro Wrestling (JAPW) area and to Greenwich, Connecticut. WWE High School.
WWE High School was made up of two middle schools, Ohio Valley and Deep South. Both of which are rivals.
James was a broad shouldered, short brown hair, and about 5'8 in height. He then put away his cell phone and started to walk in from the bus ramp.
"Freshman," muttered Junior Jon Heidenreich. James looked at him and some of the other Juniors just laughed. "Get to class Freshman," he mocked. James sighed and began to walk to his locker.
There weren't many Freshman at WWE High, many Juniors and Senoirs who were in a different part of the school. The problem was you were always labeled. Either Jock, Nerd, Pimpin, Punk, or Popular. Among the most popular out of the younger scene and possibly the whole school altogether, was Randy Orton.
James's old middle school always lost to Ohio Valley in about every sport. Why? Orton ofcourse! He played football, baseball, soccer, and even wrestling. And on top of that, he also played the women and heard from friend, Matt Striker, that he was a big jerk as well.
James arrived into Mr. Watson's homeroom. And sat next to Orlando Jordan, a sophomore. Freshman had to be mixed with Sophmores, because there weren't many of them. Orlando got up and moved, which got a stare from the Bashams.
"Alright, roll call!" shouted Mr. Watson. "Grenier?" he asked. "Here," he said. Eventually he finished the roll. and gave everyone their schedule.
James walked out of homeroom and accidently bumped into Randy. "Sorry," he said nervously. "I didn't mean to run into you like that," he struggled to say again. Randy clinched his fists and kept walking. He walked up to his girlfriend Stacy and walked with her to room 3601, James's first class.
When he walked in he was given a seating chart, right next to Randy. "Oh great," James mumbled sarcastically. The two's eyes met again and then James spotted Randy's schedule on his desk. It read:
Day 1
A Math Mrs. Kessler
B Science Ms. Haynes
C Study Hall Mr. Smith
D French Mr. Jaraque
E Gym Ms. Davis
Day 2
F English Mrs. MacMahon
G Social Studies Mr. Heyman
H Study Hall Mrs. Roberts
I World History Mr. Snuka
J Engineering Mr. Piper
It was the exact same schedule as James! "Gotta problem!" Randy snapped. "Not yet," James replied. "What?" "Nothin."
At the end of the day was Gym, from 2:15 to 3:40. Activity: Football….tackle football. Not what James was hoping for.