We Lost Track

As the second bell rung, Matt Striker looked around the classroom at his first period World History class. Mostly all the tables were taken except for a few and he knew that in a few minutes he would know the reason why. Either way he stood up from his desk at the back of the class and made his way up to the front. Like normal teenage students, the class continued talking as if the bell hadn't rung for class to begin.

"Alright, alright class settle down, settle down. The bell has rung, it is time to begin class," he said. The class groaned and made sounds of annoyance, however, the chatting did die down a bit.

"Ok, so the first two days were all about syllabuses and class expectations but today we get to do the fun stuff. We will start right away with a map project…" he had started but was interrupted as someone walked into the room.

"Hey, wassup Mr. Strikeout," a boy with brown-hair, a T-shirt with the word "Awesome" on it and a very confident stride said to him.

Mr. Striker sighed, "Mike, you are late and I've already told you not to call me that. You know very well what my name is."

Mike rolled his eyes. "I'm not late, class just begun too early! Everyone here, they're just lame for getting here early! You all have to learn to arrive awesomely late" he snorted and laughed. However, then he frowned as a wad of paper hit him in the face. The whole class started laughing.

"Shut up Miz and sit down! We'd rather here Striker talk about World War II then here you blabbing about how Aw-ful you are," spoke up a boy with shoulder-length brown hair and a shirt with shiny jewels on it. His girlfriend, Melina sat next to him and continued to laugh along with the class.

"What the hell, Morrison? Who do you think you are…?" Mike started but was cut off by his teacher.

"Mike just sit down, please. You are holding up the class," Mr. Striker told him firmly. Mike became silent but he glared at John as he made his way to his seat next to his best friend, Alex Riley.

"Don't worry about Morrison, man," Alex said pounding Mike's fist, "we'll take care of him later."

After that small scene, the class found it as a way to chat again and Mr. Striker again had to try and settle them. However, he was interrupted again by the sound of the classroom door opening.

Laughing and smirking walked in two boys, well actually one looked like a big bodybuilder, and as they passed Mr. Striker's desk they didn't so much as glance in his direction. The teacher sighed and rubbed his face. Teenagers really didn't know the first thing about punctuality, he thought.

"Phil, Mason, why are you two late?" he asked them.

The class all of a sudden became quiet as everyone paid all their attention to the two boys walking to their seats in the back of the class. The shorter one had tattoos all over his arms as well as his neck; he had a lip ring and for a sophomore in high school he had more hair on his chin than one would think possible. The other boy, however, was tall and muscular, with short black hair and a look on his face that said "don't mess with me."

Phil turned to look at his teacher as if seeing him for the first time. He looked around as if having no idea who he was talking to. "Are you talking to us?" Phil said sarcastically.

"Yes, I am very well talking to you. You are five minutes late to class, I told you guys…I told all of you," he said now referring to the whole class, "that after the third tardy you will receive lunch detention. If you don't start taking it seriously then I will send you to the principal's office, it might not be a big deal to some of you but once it gets down to getting kicked out of school for tardiness…I know you will start to care."

Phil snorted. "I don't give a damn what you say Teach. Why don't you just be happy I came to class, ok?"

Mr. Striker was about say something else to the student who claimed to be the biggest badass in school but thought better of it. "Look Phil, just take your seat. I don't want to go on with this, we have stuff to do. You too Mason."

The boys shrugged uncaring but obliged and took their seats. Mr. Striker was finally able to start. "Alright, let's start with attendance. Help me out guys, who's missing?" He walked over to his computer and pulled up his attendance spreadsheet.

"Maryse and Kelly are not here," a dark-skinned girl spoke up. Mr. Striker looked up to check. "Thanks Alicia." The girl nodded and continued messing with her nails.

"Wait, Mr. Striker, they are here. I just saw them out in the hall," Randy Orton spoke up. Where the hell was Maryse? he thought. Before he and John had went looking for the girls earlier Randy had come up with a great idea. Since he and Maryse didn't end up with any classes together this trimester, he decided he would switch into her history class to surprise her. But what good of a surprise would it be if she didn't come to class.

"Well, Randy, sorry but they aren't in the classroom so I have to count them absent," Mr. Striker told him and gave him a serious look. Randy just kept quiet.

Mr. Striker walked to the front of the class. "Alright guys, as I was saying, we are going to start this class with a map project. You guys are probably thinking, why so fast? Well, you guys are sophomores in high school and you would think by now you would know most of the countries and important cities all over the world. However, I know most of you don't…"

"Are you calling us stupid Mr. Striker?" Mike spoke up again with a fake shocked expression on his face.

"Certainly not, Mike," he said and shook his head at him, "I'm saying that if we are going to study countries all over the world, I want you guys to know where they are. I don't want to deal with questions of 'where is that?' So this map project is perfect for that. However, we'll take one step at a time. We'll start off with Europe. Take out your books and turn all the way to the back to page 560."

There was noises of shuffling and some chat as everyone made to take their history books out. When he saw that most of them had them out he continued, "Alright, that is Europe right there. Using a piece of paper this size here," he said lifting up a big white piece of paper, "I want you to use the tracing sheet to draw the lines of the countries first, then after that it's all about labeling every country, every capital and major city as well as the rivers and other bodies of water. Besides, all of that it has to be colored or made presentable…"

"Are you kidding me right now?!" another interruption by Mike. "This is a whole load of work! I won't finish this till next year!" Some of the students giggled at the Miz's sudden outburst but others also nodded in agreement.

Mr. Striker used his hand to quiet down the class. "I know, I know it's a lot of work but it takes work to actually learn something. Besides, you guys didn't let me finish," he said, "you guys will be splitting into groups of two and splitting the work evenly."

"Awesome!" Mike now exclaimed, "I pick Alex." His friend looked at him and grinned as they both pounded fists. All of a sudden, everyone was calling across the room to each other, all trying to find partners.

"Hold up everyone! No one is going to pick partners," he said, "because I will assign them." The class burst out in groans and moans.

"Why?! We are very well capable of picking our own partners!" Mike said.

"Yes and what good will that do, Mike? You and Alex will partner up and will surely wait till the last minute to start the project. Then when you turn it in I will give you two a bad grade and it'll eventually lead to you guys failing the class. Tell me that is not true, Mike," Mr. Striker told him.

Mike rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. Mr. Striker took this as a sign to move on. "Alright," he said picking up a clipboard from his desk, "once I call your name and set you up with someone, I want you to get with that person right away and start working on the project. I'm going to give you the whole period today to work on it and that's it, the rest is all on your own time."

He spotted a hand raised at the corner front desk. "Yes, Miss Torres?" he said.

"When will this project be due Mr. Striker?" a stunning Latina girl with big brown eyes asked him.

"Oh yes, the due date is this Friday guys and the whole week we will also have other homework aside from this project," the room was filled with groans, "Guys! You are in your sophomore year of high school, it is not going to get any easier as you move on, so just get used to it."

The class continued muttering in displeasure but Mr. Striker continued. "Alright let's start then…John you will be partners with Mr. Bourne," at that John stood from his place next to his girlfriend, smiled sadly down at her and went to sit next to Evan.

"Mr. Slater you will be with Ms. El."

"Eww.." Layla said and unwillingly stood up and sat next to the red-haired boy who was giving her a goofy grin. Mr. Striker continued down the list and Randy awaited to see who he'd be paired with. He wished Maryse was here but even so he knew Mr. Striker was smart enough not to put them together. Still, he didn't understand why she wasn't here. There was no one else he wanted as a partner.

"Phil you will be with Daniel…" as he said that the whole class became silent as they all turned to look at the short, shy boy sitting at the very corner of the class. He looked up to see Phil Brooks smirk at him. Daniel Bryan gulped but stood up slowly and walked over to his partner's desk sitting as far from him as he could.

The Latina, Eve Torres watched her friend Daniel and felt a pang in her chest. Poor him, she thought. Mr. Striker continued with his list not realizing the atmosphere of the class suddenly change.

"Mason Ryan you will be with Ms. Kanellis," Mrs. Striker said looking at his list. The class continued in shocked silence as the redhead turned to look at her friend Eve with wide eyes.

"Eve…" she said and shook her head in fear. She glanced at the big muscular boy sitting in the back and made no move to get up and sit next to him. Eve didn't know what to do for her friend, there was no possible way that Maria was going to be partners with…him. She looked around and found Heath's face, the goofy grin now gone he stared at Eve and Maria and then up at the teacher.

"Mr. Striker would it be possible if maybe Maria and Layla could be partners and I'll be with Mason," he said. He could see from the corner of his eye Mason staring at him and his buddy Phil or also known as CM Punk also glaring at him through narrowed eyes.

Mr. Striker looked up from his clipboard at the young man. "Is there a problem with the partners I have assigned?" he asked seriously.

The redhead searched his mind for a good enough excuse. There was no possible way he could let Maria partner up with that monster of a guy and especially being who he was and the group he was part of, Justin would kill him if he didn't do anything. "Umm…well you see I know Maria's parents very well and they are very strict, they don't really like her hanging out with guys a lot and like you said…we have to do this on our time so…" he trailed off realizing what a stupid excuse it was.

"Maria, is that right? Do you think your parents will have a problem with this?" he asked.

The redheaded girl nodded slowly and spoke softly. "They don't really like me hanging out with the opposite sex on my own," she said and hoped the lie she was telling would go through to him.

"Does that mean Mr. Cape Town, South Africa is available? Oh wee!" Alicia spoke up and clapped her hands. Maria blinked and turned to glare at the dark-skinned girl who was now wearing a smirk on her face. Matt Striker took a good look at Maria and he wasn't stupid enough to believe what she was saying but he was smart enough to know that the girl did not feel comfortable with Mason.

"Alright then, Maria you're with Layla now then and Heath you're with Mason," he said, "No more switching! Once you have your partner, it's final!"

As the teacher continued with his list Heath Slater stood up and walked over to the table where his new partner was sitting. Mason Ryan turned to glare at him. "What the hell were you thinking?" he growled with a British accent.

Heath, usually a fun happy guy glared back. "You think I want to be partners with you? Hell no! I did it so you wouldn't lay a finger on Maria. She's Justin's girl just so you know," he said to him firmly.

Mason's jaw tensed and then he scoffed, "You think I'm interested in a stupid bimbo like her?"

It was as if a fire was lit inside of Heath as he stood and pushed Mason Ryan out of his seat. The whole class suddenly backed away, the girls gasped and all the guys beside CM Punk looked tense. CM Punk slowly walked over to his friend who had suddenly stood up and was in Heath's face.

Maria looked over at Eve, "Oh my gosh, this is all my fault," she whispered.

Eve squeezed her shoulder. "No it's not Maria, it's not your fault that you were paired with that monster."

Mr. Striker had put down his clipboard and walked over to stand between the two angry boys. "What is going on here?!" he exclaimed pushing them away from each other, "Damn it, don't you guys know you're in a classroom?! What is wrong with everyone this year?"

The class was suddenly silent as they heard what Mr. Striker was saying. "Now," he said in a more calm voice, "Are you two going to calm down or am I going to have to send you to the principal's office?"

"Hey, Mason look at me," Punk was saying to his friend, "it's okay, nothing happened. No, calm yourself and everything will be alright." He was treating him as if he was his child but weirdly it seemed like the big boy did calm down.

Heath was breathing hard and the look on his face was as if it could kill. He couldn't even respond to his teacher. Eve ran to Heath and pulled him back, "I think they'll be fine, Mr. Striker. Come on Heath."

Frowning, Mr. Striker walked back up to his desk and grabbed his clipboard. "Well alright then, if that's how its going to be then Mr. Brooks you will work with your friend Mr. Ryan instead, because obviously he only listens to you." CM Punk looked up at his teacher and nodded respectfully towards him.

"Thank you sir."

"That means you will work with Daniel, Heath," Mr. Striker said. The shy boy looked over at the ginger and it was very obvious of his relief as he breathed and relaxed his shoulders. Heath nodded to Eve that he was ok and walked over to sit next to his second time changed partner.

"Alright, now everyone start working on your projects and I don't want to hear another word from anybody," Mr. Striker usually was not this demanding but he had to be firm and clear with the students in order for them to take him seriously. However, obviously he wasn't demanding enough as two hands shot up in the air. He sighed and rubbed his face, "yes, girls what do you need?"

The Latina girl Eve looked over at the other girl raising her hand and decided she would speak, "Well, it's just that you haven't told us who we'll be partnered with Mr. Striker." She looked so shy and timid when she said it that Mr. Striker immediately felt bad and relaxed.

"I'm sorry Eve. I'd forgotten I wasn't done with the list. I apologize," he said looking at the girl and smiling. He took out his list again, "Alright Alicia you will be with Kelly…"

"But she ain't here," Alicia said speaking the obvious. Mr. Striker only nodded about to tell her that for today she would have to work on her own but then the door was opened again and three students came in. From across the room Randy Orton watched as his girlfriend walked in clinging to another guy's arm smiling and flipping her hair flirtatiously. He felt his cheeks and face grow warm, his jaw tense and all his muscles tighten. He narrowed his eyes and stared straight at Maryse, willing her to look his way and see the anger on his face.

"Nevermind, I guess she is here," Alicia said shrugging and then motioned for the small blonde to sit next to her, "you're my partner for a map project we're doing."

"Oh," Kelly said and tried her best not to frown. She didn't really mind working with Alicia except for the fact that the girl cared more about finding a good enough hairspray for her long brown curly hair than getting her schoolwork done. Kelly knew she would end up doing all the work. She started walking over to sit next to Alicia but was stopped by her teacher.

"Woah, there Kelly! Maryse? You guys are 10 minutes late! I already counted the two of you absent from my class," Mr. Striker exclaimed rising from his chair. "And who is this?"

He was talking about the tall blonde boy that Maryse had her arm linked with. She smiled not at all bothered by Mr. Striker's exclamation. She turned to look at Adam who looked around the class a bit nervously while biting his lip. He was staring across the room and all of a sudden she saw his eyebrows crease up as if in worry or confusion. She became confused too and followed his gaze to realize who was sitting across the room.

His face tense, his blue eyes narrowed and cold, her boyfriend Randy Orton stared back at her. In a second she let go of Edge's arm and stepped away from him. What the hell was he doing in her class? As far as she knew, they didn't have any classes together.

Edge who was looking down at Maryse realized the situation going on as he looked back at the guy across the room glaring at him. Damn, he thought, I've only been here for an hour and I'm pretty sure this guy hates me already.

Thankfully, Kelly was able to speak for them. "We are really sorry Mr. Striker. We were on our way to class and Edge here was lost. You see, he's new to Marian High and we helped him find his class which turned out to be this one as well."

Mr. Striker looked at the small blonde and knew she was telling the truth. He then looked at Edge, "Edge? That's a bit strange for a name, isn't it? I don't think I have you on my list."

"Oh no. That's just a nickname, my name is Adam Copeland sir," Edge told the teacher.

"Oh, ok I see," Mr. Striker said as he checked on his computer, "yup, here you are. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada? Nice. How is it up there?"

Edge, feeling a bit more comfortable with his teacher nodded. "It's different than here," he said and laughed a little, "but it's nice. Good weather, living easy…you know?"

Mr. Striker laughed. "Alright then, well it is nice to meet you Mr. Copeland. I have actually just explained a map project we are starting today to the class. It is a partner project so give me a second while I figure out who you'll be working with."

There were only four students left as Mr. Striker looked on his list. Randy Orton, a football playing jock, he was pretty smart but lacked motivation to finish his work and even as a teacher, Mr. Striker knew Maryse and him were dating. He didn't even have to think about it twice.

"Ok, well since you've been Mr. Copeland's guide today, Maryse how about you partner up with him? That way you'll be able to continue giving him advice about Marian High," Mr. Striker said looking at Maryse.

Maryse felt Randy's cold eyes on her but she refused to look at him. She gave her teacher a small smile, "Sounds good."

"Alright take your seats then," Mr. Striker said. The class had already started moving around and beginning their projects. Maryse walked straight over to where Randy was sitting, forgetting about Edge.

"What the hell are you doing here Randy?" Maryse whispered to him. His eyes glinted as he continued to glare at her.

"Are you kidding me right now? I go through all the trouble of switching up my schedule just for a chance to have one class with you, just so I can spend at least a small amount of time with you and you get in my face about it. What am I doing Maryse? I think the better question is…what the hell are you doing? You walk in with some random guy, smiling and holding on to his arm! So did that kiss in the hallway, it didn't mean crap did it?" he said to her.

Maryse looked down at him for the first time not knowing what to say to him. "We'll talk about this later…"

He grabbed her wrist as she tried walking away from him. "Why not now? You don't want your new friend here to know you have a boyfriend? Yeah man, I'm her boyfriend," Randy said as he slowly stood up to face the blonde boy.

The class busy with their projects didn't realize what was going on, on the other side of the room. Edge who was now standing next to Maryse looked at the tall, tan guy standing in front of him. "Look, man I don't mean to cause any trouble. I just wanted help to my class and your girlfriend was nice enough to help me…"

"Well, that's odd. Maryse is never nice to anyone," Randy said. Maryse's blonde head snapped up to look at him, she opened her mouth to say something.

"Alright and Randy, you will be with Ms. Torres," Mr. Striker said finishing the list. With that, Randy's muscles relaxed, his eyes became softer as he turned to look at the Latina girl sitting across the room from him. She was looking down at her book as if she hadn't heard what her teacher just announced. However, she had heard it loud and clear. She took a deep breath and looked up to see him staring at her. Those blue eyes that had looked at her so much before were now looking at her again and they had almost the same sincerity and kindness they did before.

Randy turned to look at Maryse. "Well, you two have fun then, I have to go meet up with my own partner," he told them bitterly. Maryse turned to stare at Eve and watched as Randy joined her. She couldn't help and feel jealous even if it was the "nerd" Eve Torres and she had nothing on her. However, her and Randy did grow up together most of their lives and that bothered Maryse. She didn't like girls who knew her boyfriends better than she did but it made her feel better to think that Randy hadn't talked to the girl for years now. Eve wasn't going to be all buddy-buddy with a guy who had ignored her for years.

Satisfied with her thoughts Maryse smirked and turned her attention to Edge. "I'm really sorry about that Maryse, I wasn't trying to hit on you or trying to break you up with your boyfriend. I mean, I didn't even know you had a boyfriend, I barely know you…I barely know anybody!" Edge started rambling.

Maryse cut him off. "It's fine, don't worry about it. Randy was over reacting, he always does that. You'll see he'll be fine by lunch time. Oh, you should totally sit with us by the way."

They continued their chatter as Randy looked at them from the corner of his eye. "It bothers you huh? I never thought she'd be your type of girl," Eve said as she continued to trace the lines of the map on a white sheet of paper. She kept her eyes on her work as she spoke, "I guess I was wrong…but then again I was wrong about everything concerning you."

Randy turned his attention to the brown-eyed girl and saw she was looking at him. "What happened to you Randy? What happened to us? We used to be so close."

Randy reached over and picked up a pencil, not knowing what to say and helped her trace the lines of their map. She watched him and when she saw he wasn't going to speak, she sighed and in silence they continued working on their project.

Like any high school cafeteria, Marian High School's buzzed with chatter and the sounds of students moving around all over the place. It was lunch time and everyone was busy eating at their tables or in line to grab a plate of food. As Trish Stratus held her plate of a ham sub sandwich with only lettuce and tomato, an orange juice and apple slices she walked around trying to find a table to sit at. She had a problem, every table was taken. She would think there would be one where she could sit on her own and pull out a book to read. So far, she hadn't made any friends since she barely talked to anyone during classes.

However, the blonde girl wasn't one to care much about it. She was used to being on her own most of the time. She actually enjoyed it since she could focus her attention on other things like the essay Mrs. Martin just assigned in English class. She frowned as she walked around, annoyed that she couldn't find anywhere to sit, however she didn't realize that three girls not too far way were watching her.

"We should ask her to sit with us…poor her, she has nowhere to sit. What do you say Ash?" Eve Torres turned to look at her friend. Ashley Massaro, a teenager that didn't look like many other girls smiled at her friend. She had dirty blonde hair, streaks of black in it, it was straightened out today flowing down her back. She was wearing a black skirt with black leggings, a blue Metallica T-Shirt that was knotted on her sides and black cutoff gloves on her hands.

She bit her lip in thought and her lip ring jutted out. She stared at the girl walking around, "Guys, she's blonde."

Eve rolled her eyes. "Oh Ash, there's a lot of blonde girls at this school. You're blonde too! Are you seriously going to discriminate her for having a different hair color?"

Ash made a face. "I'm a dirty blonde, for you information, dearie, " she said and smiled sweetly at Eve who rolled her eyes at her again, "and no I'm not discriminating…I just don't want to hang out with a prissy, preppy girl like the ones in the damn Blondetourage."

The redhead, Maria joined in the conversation. "Well, I don't think she looks prissy or preppy. I mean look at her, she's in ripped jeans and a T-shirt, holding a bunch of books in her hand and looking helpless. Does that look stuck up or preppy to you? You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, Ash."

Maria and Eve looked at their friend and waited. When she finally sighed they knew they had won. "Whatever. It's all up to you guys then. If this turns out badly, don't go blaming me!"

The Latina and the redhead looked at each other and smiled. They jumped out of their chairs and ran around the table to their friend. They attacked her with hugs and kisses on the cheek. She giggled and pushed them away playfully. "Ok, ok…stop," she said laughing.

"Thanks Ash!" they told her and started making their way over to the blonde girl. At that same moment, three boys walked up to their table. A tall, dark-haired boy with a crooked nose and a built body walked in between a redheaded boy with shoulder length hair and a shorter boy with dark hair as well as a full beard and mustache. They stepped up to the table and started setting down their plates.

"Hey babe. Where are you guys going?" the shorter boy with the beard asked the redhead who was walking away.

Maria walked back and gave her boyfriend a quick peck on the lips. "We're gonna invite that girl over there to sit with us. She looks like she's new and she probably doesn't have friends yet."

"Oh I see. Aww, my baby always such a sweetheart," her boyfriend told her and tickled her sides. She instantly giggled and pushed him playfully.

"Really guys? I'm kind of eating here. Please don't make me puke it all out," Ashley spoke up. Maria and Justin smiled at each other and Maria pulled away from him to follow Eve. As the two girls invited the new girl to their table Ashley spoke with the guys. "So…how has your day gone so far?"

At once the three boys exchanged glances and Ashley stopped eating and looked at them curiously. "Umm…ok? What's wrong?"

The bigger of the tree answered her with a thick British accent. "We all got stuck in a class with Nexus members."

Ashley frowned and shook her head. "Are you serious Wade?" she groaned, "are they being their usual asshole selves?"

Wade shook his head as well and then a cold look crossed over his face. "They're worse this year, Ash. Besides the glaring, now they started pushing us…it took my all not to sock Otunga in the face."

Wade closed his eyes and cringed. Ashley looked at the three boys and frowned. "I know it's hard for you guys when they provoke you but you guys need to be strong and ignore them. They want you guys to throw the first punch, so you guys will be the ones in trouble. Please guys, don't…let them get to you."

"It's just so damn hard! Like today in first hour, I swear I almost took Ryan down…he was talking crap about Maria…" the redhead Heath Slater trailed off as he realized he hadn't told anyone about his confrontation.

"Say what?" Justin asked his friend, "he was talking about Maria, what did he say?" Heath looked down at the table, regretting speaking up. Justin was frowning and waiting for an answer. Ashley, across the table realized that this was not going to be anything good.

"It doesn't matter Justin, you know how they are…" Ashley started but the South African wouldn't let the subject drop.

"Heath. What did Mason Ryan say about Maria? Tell me now."

Before the ginger student could reply to his friend Eve and Maria showed up again with the blonde-haired girl at their side. Ashley looked at Justin and shook her head. At the same moment Justin looked at his friend Heath. "Later man," he whispered. It took a lot from him but Justin nodded.

"Hey guys! We have a new addition to our lunch table. This is Trish Copeland and she just moved here from Toronto, Ontario, Canada! How cool huh?" Maria said enthusiastically. She smiled at her boyfriend who smiled back at her too sadly. The redhead, however, didn't notice.

"Hi," the new blonde girl spoke and smiled a bit shyly.

"Hello, hi." The group responded warmly.

"Take a seat and we'll introduce you to everyone," Eve told her as the blonde took a seat next to Eve and Ashley.

"Well, I'm Eve Torres to start off and I'm the sweetest girl you will ever meet…"

"No, no, no. Sweetest?! I think that you're talking about Miss Maria. How about bossiest and nerdiest?" Ashley said and laughed along with the guys.

"I am not bossy!" Eve announced.

"But you are nerdy," Wade said and grinned at his friend.

"Continue and I will not help any of you with you work anymore…" There was complete silence after that, "I thought so."

Maria giggled and turned to Trish. "Eve is very smart, you can go to her if you ever have a question about, well…anything."

Eve looked at Maria and gave her a smile. "Anyways, continuing…this is Ms. Ashley Massaro and she just sucks all around."

Everyone started laughing again and Trish joined them. She liked the feeling of this group. They all seemed down-to-earth and chill. She smiled to herself as she watched the punk girl next to her roll her eyes and ignore Eve's words.

"This gorgeous redhead is Maria Kanellis, she is a fashion extraordinaire. She can help you with any fashion mishappen or misfortune," Eve said as Maria giggled and smiled at Trish. Trish smiled back and knew that what Eve was saying was true. With her red hair crimped up, her make-up very nicely done and her outfit very nicely put Maria looked very fashionable. She guessed it was her boyfriend the one who leaned over and pecked Maria on the cheek.

"This as you can probably tell since they can't keep their hands off of each other is Maria's boyfriend, Justin Gabriel. He is from Cape Town, South Africa, which I think is so cool," Eve said.

Justin looked over at Trish and gave her a smile and a nod. She smiled back at him. He was very good looking with dark hair styled very uniquely, probably Maria's ideas, Trish thought. He was very well built and his smile was nice.

"And these last two are Wade Barrett and Heath Slater," Eve finished.

Trish nodded at the two still not sure who was who. However, the bigger of the three reached over and took Trish's hand. "I am Wade Barrett, nice to meet you," he said in a thick British accent and kissed Trish's hand. Looking surprised, Trish felt her face get hot.

"Wade is from England and he's a big charmer," Ashley said and rolled her eyes at him. "It's just how he is so don't take it seriously."

"Charmer? Yeah right. Watch this," the redhead guy sitting next to Wade said as he made his way over to Trish's chair and kneeled taking her hand. "Hello, my lady. Heath Slater at your service."

Again, the table burst out in laughter as Heath stood up embarrassed. "Nice to meet you," Trish said feeling bad for the lad. As he took his seat again Trish spoke up, "Well it is nice to meet you all! I've never got an introduction like this before. You all seem so friendly and chill."

"Except for Eve," Ashley said again as the Latina girl glared at her.

"I thought it was going to take me forever to make friends but I guess not. Thanks for inviting to sit with you guys," Trish said mostly to Eve and Maria.

"No problem at all," they said. "Hey, I just realized Adam Copeland is your brother too isn't he? He was in our first hour Ria, member?"

"Oh yeah!" Maria exclaimed, "you should definitely invite him to sit with us."

"He was in your first hour? You're in their class too aren't you Heath?" Ashley said.

"Yeah, it was a very interesting class…" the redhead said avoiding Justin's curious gaze.

"Oh yes! We're starting off with a map project! I think that's very smart of Mr. Striker to do that, I mean a lot of students have no idea where places are in the world, this will definitely help…" Eve rambled.

"Are you really that excited Eve? How was it with Randy?" Maria asked her.

All of a sudden the Latina grew quiet and looked around at her friends. Even though Ashley and her seemed to always bump heads as she looked at the punk princess she saw the questioning look in her eyes. "Yeah," she said, "I got paired up with Randy."

"Are you serious?!" Ashley exclaimed, "did he finally talk to you? Or did he ignore you like the jerk that he is?"

Eve didn't say anything and just looked down at her plate of food. The whole hour, her and Randy hadn't spoken a word to each other and the whole while he had kept turning to check on his girlfriend Maryse. It didn't bother her that Randy had a girlfriend, they were only friends but friends didn't just leave and ignore one another when someone new entered their life.

There was an awkward silence in the group but thankfully Justin spoke up. "Who did you get paired up with babe?"

A strange look crossed the face of the lovely redhead but Justin didn't catch it. She answered him without looking at Heath or Eve. "Oh, Layla El."

Justin seemed satisfied with it. "Oh cool."

Trish realized that even though they were all nice guys and girls they still had some tension and problems in the group. She decided to turn and look for her brother. She knew he was probably still skulking around and probably all on his own with no one to sit. She turned her head and skimmed the cafeteria looking for a blonde head. She talked to the group as she looked around, "Hmm…"

"Trying to find your bro?" Heath asked the new blonde.

"Yeah…I just can't seem to find him…"

"Hey, there he is!" Eve said and pointed across the cafeteria. The group turned to look at the tall blonde boy as he walked with a tray of food in his hands. Trish was about to wave her hands to motion him to walk over to her table but Edge wasn't looking at her at all. He had his attention focused on another table in the distance. Trish saw three blonde girls and a couple of guys sitting at the table. One of the blonde girls stood and motioned for him to sit next to her. She was short and she seemed pretty nice.

She couldn't help but smile. "Looks like he's made some friends…thank goodness." She turned back to the group she was sitting to find them all looking at each other with looks of concern on their faces. She suddenly became worried too. What was going on? "What's wrong?"

Ashley looked at Eve and at Maria before answering. "Let's just say…out of all the people in this school, them over there," the dirty blonde said pointing at the table in the distance, "are some of the worst people you can hang out with."

The group watched Trish as she took in what Ashley had just said. Before she could say anything though she was cut off.

"The worst people? Them? Really? I beg to differ."

The group turned their attention to where the voice was coming from. A short boy, with almost a full beard, piercings on his face and tattoos covering his arms stood in front of four other boys all built and all wearing arm bands with an "N" marked on them. Off to the side stood a beautiful, dark-haired girl looking as if she wanted nothing more than run away from the scene as she watched her boyfriend confront her former group of friends.

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