After their English class, Mike led Sheamus to Math and left for his class, Art. This was the one class he shared with Jeff and his partner in crime, Lita, which meant that Mike was either going to be quizzed on the new guy, or he could expect to find yet another note begging him to get highlights in his hair. As soon as he walked through the door, he found himself being dragged by a hyper Jeff, who looked ready to start painting because of his already paint-stained clothing.
"What are you doing, Jeffy?" Mike asked in an indifferent tone, already used to being 'kidnapped' by Jeff.
"I'm making sure you don't have any room to escape, Mizzy!" He answered cheerily, giving Mike a cheeky smile.
Mike rolled his eyes at this, then saw where Jeff was leading him to, the table they always shared with Lita. "You know, I have nowhere else to sit in here. I wouldn't be able to escape even if I tried." Mike told Jeff as he was forced to sit down, only to receive a small smile from Lita.
"I would scold Jeff for dragging you here and misbehaving, Mike, but we all know that he's not going to stop doing what he's doing." The red haired girl told him, making Mike also give her a smile.
"Don't worry about it, Lita. Nobody but Matt can control Jeff, and even then, the insanity always wins." Mike told her, then Jeff sat on the other side of the table, staring directly at Mike.
"Okay, Miz, this is how it's going to go. Either you tell us what happened in Homeroom this morning, and who that hunk of marshmallow is, or we're going to have to resort to hurtful measures." Jeff told him, his voice sounding like one you would hear for a TV cop.
Lita nodded in agreement, then asked, "Wait, what happened in homeroom and what hunk of marshmallow are you talking about, Jeff?"
Jeff didn't answer her, but instead kept looking at Mike evenly, who gave him an unimpressed stare. "Really, Jeff? Really? All you're missing is those cheesy 80's glasses."
He regretted saying that as soon as Jeff bent to stick his hand in his backpack, only to come out with said pair of sunglasses. "You like, Mike? Perfect for good cop, bad cop, ain't them?" He asked, then took out another pair and gave them to Lita. "Here you go, Lit."
"Thank you, Jeff." She said, taking them from him and putting them on, then she turned to stare at Mike. "Okay, now, I have a better idea. Let's play bad cop, bad cop, and we'll get the information out of him even faster."
Mike rolled his eyes at his two friends, then said, "There's no need to pull out those old things, Jeff. You just have to ask nicely."
Jeff pouted at his words and told him, "You're no fun, Mizanin. How come you always ruin our plans of evil?"
The teacher walked in on that moment, eyed all of the classroom, then called Jeff. "Jeffrey Hardy! Have you completed your assignment?" She asked, making Jeff sigh in exasperation.
"Mrs. Young, my name's Jeff, not Jeffrey." He said as he got up from his chair, walking towards the front of the classroom to speak with Mrs. Young.
Lita chuckled after him, and turned to Mike, who was shaking his head while smiling. "You think she'll ever get our names correctly?" She asked, making Mike start chuckling.
"Hey, as long as it distracts Jeff from any problems we have, I'm okay." He said, then bent down to his backpack and grabbed his English notebook.
They had homework, and he decided that it would be a good idea to do it now because he didn't want to have to concentrate on it when he got home. "What are you doing, Mikey?" Lita asked, leaning over the table to see him as he started writing down the date of the day.
"Homework, Lita. English is rather easy, so I might as well do it now." He answered, only to have Lita roll her eyes.
"You're such a nerd, Mike." She grumbled, then sat back and kicked her legs up in the table, deciding to get some shut eye while Jeff tried to explain his name to the teacher once more.
After Mike had completed ten of the twenty five questions of their most recent reading, Jeff finally returned to the table, a cupcake in hand. "You know, to be a forgetful old lady, Mrs. Young sure can cook." He said, making Mike smile.
"Dude, everyone knows that the best cooks are old people." Lita told him, then grabbed the cupcake. "Mine."
Jeff pouted at her, then turned to Mike as Mrs. Young started to talk to the rest of the class about the assignment for the day.
"So will you finally tell me about New Marshmallow?" Jeff asked, smiling at his friend.
Mike only looked at him with an unimpressed look, and said, "First of all, his name isn't 'Marshmallow'. It's Stephen."
Jeff nodded at this, then urged Mike to continue with his story. The younger closed his notebook and stuck it back in his backpack, knowing that Jeff would most probably snatch it from him if he tried to write on it once more, and continued. "Well, you know that AJ was trying to sit with me, right?" He asked, making Jeff nod. "Luckily, he sat down before she could, and we spoke a little after I decided to ignore Morrison. Then I showed him to English, and that's it, Jeff."
Jeff seemed to deflate at this lack of information, and asked, "Is that all? No magic to it?"
Mike wondered just why Jeff thought there would be any kind of magic to it and shook his head. "Nope, Jeffy. No magic to it."
And before Jeff could ask anything else, the second bell rang, announcing the end of their conversation. "See you in lunch, Jeff." Mike told him, and with that he waved at Lita and left, happy that Jeff wasn't able to dig deeper this period.
By the time lunch had rolled around, Mike had been able to finish all the homework the teachers had given him, and he was just ready to leave school and collapse in his own bed. After he grabbed his food, he went outside and towards the lunch table he shared with his friends, smiling as he saw Jeff being chased by Lita, most probably because he stole something from her again.
"Why are you such a klepto, Jeff?" Mike asked as he sat down next to Alex and across from John.
"The world may never know, Miz." Alex answered for Jeff, taking a bite from his cheeseburger.
He didn't say anything to further the conversation, and instead started eating, happy to hear the happy chatter that came from his friends. Quickly the round table was filled by the rest of their friends, which consisted of Jeff's brother, Matt, Evan Bourne, Kofi Kingston, Punk, and the dysfunctional best friends, Kane and Daniel Bryan.
"Hey, Mikey, you never told me about the piece of white chocolate you found in homeroom." John said, wiggling his eyebrows at Mike suggestively.
Mike shook his head at John's antics, and said, "Of course I didn't tell you, John. The first thing you did after I spoke with him was ask me for the English homework."
John only shrugged and went back to eating his food, but the interest in the table had been turned to Mike and the new kid.
"What piece of white chocolate? Did Mr. Foley give out candy in homeroom and I missed it?" Evan asked, making everyone send glares his way.
"Seriously, Evan? Even I know he's talking about the new kid." Punk told him, which made the smaller stick his tongue out.
"Anyways," Kane said, deciding to ignore his friends and turned to Mike. "What are you two blabbering about now?"
Mike swallowed the last bite of his food, and said, "The new kid saved me from having to sit next to AJ in homeroom. Not that big of deal."
The whole table was silent after he said this, then Matt spoke. "That new kid wouldn't happen to be as pale as a vampire with red hair and an Irish accent, right?"
Mike shook his head, and said, "That's the one. Why do you ask, Matty?"
Matt passed a hand through his hair, and said, "Well, if I were you, I would stay away from that one, Mike."
Jeff looked up at his brother from his seat on the floor and tugged on his pant leg, asking, "And why would he stay away from Marshmallow?"
Matt frowned down at him, and asked, "You already gave him a nickname, Jeff? What have I told you about doing that?"
"To not do it, but," Jeff waved him away, having decided that he would continue naming random people whatever he wanted. "Why should Mizzy stay away from him?"
The whole table had quieted down because of this conversation, mostly because everyone wanted to know what was going on. With the silence, Matt knew that he wouldn't be able to weasel his way of this, so he answered. "He had a fight today, Jeff. I don't know what it was about, but I do know that Brock had to go to the infirmary after it."
Everything was quiet after he said this, then Evan squeaked, "Brock Lesnar? The boy that broke Shawn and Hunter's arms?"
Matt nodded, "Yep. But you know how Brock is. He most probably said something racist to set him off." He said, most probably to assure them that Sheamus was not out to hurt everyone.
"Well, I'm going to see if I can get a few minutes of silence in the library. See you guys later." Mike said, getting up from his chair and throwing away his food, then he waved and left, heading straight to the library.
After he had gotten inside and taken his book out, he tried to read some about Shakespeare, but found his thoughts drifting towards a certain red headed man. Why would he have fought with Brock Lesnar?
"Mind if I sit here?" An Irish accented voice broke through his reverie, making him look up to find the boy he was thinking about.
Mike thought for a second, wondering if he should take Matt's advice and steer clear, or see if Sheamus really was bad for himself. And deciding on the later, he smiled and nodded. "I wouldn't mind it at all."
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