A/N: Sorry it's taking me so long to update, I'm having problems with my computer.Thanks to I Love ZigZag and rita louise evans for the reviews!

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Chapter 9

A curious buzz filled the hall of WWE high school, as the students talked amongst each other while waiting for their headmaster to take to the stage. The seats were separated by an aisle down the centre of the hall. On one side sat class JC, on the other class TL, and two rows behind them sat class PH. All were eager to hear why Mr McMahon had called this special assembly.

"You don't think that he's gonna change all the classes again do you?" a worried Trish asked Amy and Victoria.

"Doubt it." Victoria replied. "He tried it once. It didn't work. Why would he try it again?"

"Well, what else could it be?" Trish wondered aloud.

"Looks like we're about to find out." Amy said, nodding towards the stage where Mr McMahon had just appeared. The hall fell silent immediately.

"Good morning students." Mr McMahon projected sternly. "As you all know I have a very important announcement to make, but first Miss Garcia would like me to let you know that tickets for the Christmas dance are on sale and you can buy them from her from her office at lunchtimes."

"Oh my gosh I totally forgot about the dance." Trish whispered, mortified. Amy rolled her eyes, dances had always been a huge deal to Trish.

"And now for the important announcement. As you know one of your fellow students, Matthew Striker, was brutally attacked up for reasons unknown. The attackers, Robert Van Dam and Terry Sabu, came forward and admitted their horrible actions and, as a result, have been expelled." Mr McMahon paused, waiting for a reaction. When he got none, he continued, "Another thing that has been decided as a consequence of their actions is that there will be another reshuffle of the classes." He paused again, waiting for a reaction, which this time greeted him in the form of a few gasps here and there. "Not all of you will be moving. Just a select few people. The list of students moving classes is being finalized as I speak, and you will be informed at this afternoon's registration whether you will be staying put or moving into another class. If your name is on the list of people moving, you will be starting in your new class tomorrow morning. Are there any questions?"

"What if we refuse to move classes?" Asked Chavo, without missing a beat.

"If you refuse to move classes, then we'll refuse to teach you. In other words, you'll be expelled."

"Don't you think that's a little unfair?" Jillian retorted. "I mean, Van Dam and Sabu beat up someone else that was in their class. Why do you have to move people from our class or class JC?"

"This isn't the only incident I've taken into consideration while thinking about this." Mr McMahon admitted. "Don't think that I don't know that it wasn't a coincidence that someone smashed the window of Mr Johnson's science lab with a brick while class JC were being taught in there. Although there was no evidence and I can't prove who it was, I have my suspicions. I've also noticed a heightened sense of hostility between you all this year. I believe that it is the right time to give you a change, to freshen things up, to see whether you'll all start getting along better. Anymore questions?" The room remained silent. "You are dismissed."

"I don't believe it." Trish muttered as they left the hall. "I just can't believe it."

"I know." Said Victoria. "Swapping people around again isn't going to make the slightest bit of difference."

"Not that." Trish replied in disbelief, as though she couldn't believe Victoria didn't understand what she was talking about. "The dance is in like, four weeks and I don't even have a date yet!"

Victoria rolled her eyes. "Trish, hunny, trust me, you'll find a date."

"I know, it's just that, well, you know."

"No," Amy said as she and Victoria exchanged confused looks, "we don't know. Tell us."

"It's just that... well..." Trish glanced around as if she didn't want anybody to hear, "I kind of have someone in mind this year."

"No way." Victoria pushed open a door which took them to the outside of the school. "Trish Stratus? A crush? Get out of town." Trish's face turned a slight shade of pink.

"Yeah, I never thought I'd see the day." Amy teased. "Who is it?"

Trsh glanced around again. "Can I tell you guys later, there's a lot of people around and-"

"Totally understand." Victoria interrupted. "What would people think if they knew you had a serious crush?"

"Well I suppose admitting it out loud makes it official." Trish giggled.


"Silence jabronis!" Mr Johnson ordered as he strode to the front of his classroom. "Now if you'll all turn to page-"

Almost as quickly as he had entered, Mr Johnson was interrupted by a knock at the door. Before he could even utter the word "enter", the door opened, and in came Mr McMahon.

"Good morning Mr Johnson!" he greeted cheerily. "I was wondering whether it would be ok to observe your class."

"Of course, of course." Mr Johnson pulled out a stool and set it in the corner of the classroom. "Mr Johnson would be honoured to have you see his fantastic teaching skills."

"Thank you" Mr McMahon said as he sat on the stool Mr Johnson had just pulled out, "but I'm confident in your fantastic teaching skills. It's your disciplinary skills I'll be observing."

"Oh really?" Mr Johnson raised an eyebrow as his eyes found Hunter, who was playing nervously with a pencil. "Interesting."

"Yes, so if you'd like to continue with your lesson please Mr Johnson." Mr McMahon was acting casual, but Amy couldn't help but notice that Mr McMahon kept throwing sly glances at Hunter.

"Well class today we finish our topic of reproduction." Mr Johnson started pacing around the class. "So first we'll start with a little Q and A session to see how much you've been paying attention. Now-"

"Didn't we already finish this topic last week?" Johnny interrupted, raising his hand slightly.

"Are you questioning Mr Johnson?"

"Well, I-"

"You know not to question Mr Johnson."

"I know-"

"What happens if you question Mr Johnson?"

"You layeth the-"

"Silence!" Mr Johnson stopped Johnny before he could answer, remembering that Mr McMahon was in the room and that he may not appreciate it if Mr Johnson told his students that he was going to layeth the smackethdown on their candy asses if they misbehaved. "All I want from you Mr Morrison is for you to know your role and shut your mouth! Does Mr Johnson make himself clear?"

"Yes Mr Johnson." Johnny replied, feeling very small.

"Good." Mr Johnson started roaming around the classroom. "Now then, who can tell Mr Johnson what it's called when a woman releases an egg from her ovaries? Miss Stratus?"

"Menstruation." Trish answered.

"Very good." Mr Johnson continued roaming. "Now, who can tell Mr Johnson what a man and woman have to do to create a baby? Mr Masters?"

"They have to have sex." Masters answered.

"That is indeed true." Mr Johnson moved back to the front of the classroom. "Now Mr Johnson needs a volunteer. Who wants to come up to the front?" He glanced around the classroom to see that no one had raised their hand. "Nobody? No? In that case, Mr Johnson will choose someone randomly. Mr Helmsley. Come to the front."

Hunter looked up from the book at Mr Johnson. "Me?"

"Yes, you."

Hunter glanced nervously at Mr McMahon, who was watching him suspiciously, before deciding it would be the best idea to follow Mr Johnson's orders.

"Be careful." Shawn whispered as Hunter walked past him.

"Are you talking without permission of the teacher Mr Michaels?" Mr Johnson snapped.

"No sir I was just breathing sir." Shawn replied quickly.

"Well don't, it's distracting Mr Johnson." Mr Johnson quipped as Hunter joined him at the front of the classroom. "Now Hunter, the reason Mr Johnson chose you is because, well, Mr Johnson has been hearing... rumours."

"Rumours sir?" Hunter asked as innocently as he could.

"Yes, rumours. Mr Johnson has heard rumours that you've been bragging about... becoming a man, shall we say?"

"I'm afraid I don't understand, Mr Johnson." Hunter replied, hearing Mr McMahon shift on his stool.

"What Mr Johnson is trying to to say Hunter, is that he's heard that you've been doing a bit more than fooling around with your girlfriend." Mr Johnson tried hard to hide his pleasure in seeing the panic in Hunter's eyes.

"Mr Johnson," Hunter somehow made his voice sound even more innocent, "I believe you have been greatly misinformed. I have not gone any further than kissing with my girlfriend, let alone bragged about it, after all, I am so young-"

"That's such a shame." Mr Johnson said in mock disappointment. "I was wondering whether you'd be able to share your experiences with the class."

"Unfortunately sir," Hunter was now sounding more cocky than innocent, "I am unable to divulge that sort of information as I am yet to experience those kind of experiences. However, if you ask Mr Morrison or Miss Perez, I'm sure they would be happy to answer any question our fellow classmates have."

Muffled giggles filled the classroom as Melina, Johnny, Mr Johnson and Mr McMahon looked unimpressed.

"Back to your seat Helmsley." Mr Johnson ordered, before adding in an undertone, "I'll get you one day."

"You can try." Hunter murmered inder his breath. He got back to his seat and saw Shawn staring at him. "What?"

"What does 'divulge' mean?"


"Mr Johnson is going to screw Hunter over in a big way one of these days." Victoria said as she, Trish, Amy, Jeff and Cena walked towards their registration room.

"I'm surprised Mr Johnson gave up that easy." Cena replied.

"He's got something planned." Victoria assured him. "Mr McMahon's visit was a surprise, Mr Johnson had to come up with something on the spot. Hunter won't be so lucky next time."

They turned into the classroom to see Hunter sat Mr Coachman's chair, mocking a look of disapproval.

"You're late." He stated, pretending to be cross with them.

"Sorry." Amy replied, trying to suppress a laugh. "Where's Coach?"

"I dunno, but look what I got." Hunter waved a piece of paper in the air.

"Is that-" Trish began to ask eagerly.

"The list of people moving classes? Yup."

"Hunter!" exclaimed Torrie, getting up out of her seat. "You didn't tell us that!"

"I didn't want a fuss." Hunter replied, rolling his eyes as the class gathered around him.

"Since when did you not like fuss?" Victoria asked. "Tell us, who's going where?"

"Well," Hunter held the paper out in front of him to read, "would you like to know who's coming first or who's going?"

"Tell us who's coming." Candice demanded.

"Alrighty then." Hunter began reading from the list. "To class JC - Khosrow Daivari, James Fullington-"

"They're putting one of the guys who beat up Striker in our class?" Cena said, raising an eyebrow.

"Apparently." Hunter shrugged and continued. "Jillian Hall-"

"Not that chick who want to be Britney?" Carlito asked in disgust.

"Yep." Hunter replied. "Booker Huffman-"

"Oh my god, that guy thinks he's royalty!" Torrie said.

"Am I gonna finish this list?" Hunter asked impatiently.

"Sorry." Torrie apologised. Hunter looked back at the list.

"Brian Kendrick, Kenneth Kennedy, Robert Lashley, Paul London, William Regal, Eugene Snitsky and Sharmell Sullivan."

"Thank god!" Candice exclaimed, which was followed by a sigh of relief.

"Don't tell me you like Sharmell." Trish warned her.

"No no, I'm just glad Mike Mizanin isn't in our class."

"You never know." Shawn said in an out-of-character tone of voice. "You could be moving into his class."

"Yeah, tell us who's moving Hunter!" Victoria commanded.

Hunter observed the list before he began reading it. As he read, the class noted the seriousness in his voice. "Going into Heyman's class are Big Vis and Morrison-" he was briefly interrupted by a squeal from a distraught Melina, " going into Mr Long's class are Torrie, Kenny, Chris Masters " he took a deep breath, "Victoria and Adam."

"What!" Trish exclaimed. "They can't do that, what are they thinking! Moving Adam into TL... please tell me Glen's moving."

Hunter checked the list as everyone anticipated the answer. "He's staying put." Came the eventual reply.

"Oh my God!" Trish started pacing about the classroom. One by one, all eyes in the classroom fell onto Adam.

"Well what can I do?" He asked hopelessly. "What's done is done, there's nothing I can say that will change anything."

"Adam." Squeaked a worried Maria.

"What about Victoria." Candice piped up, and everyone turned to the raven haired girl. "She's like, Amy's best friend."

"We'll be fine." She looked like she wasn't bothered by the decision, but Amy knew straight away that it was bugging her deep down.

"She right." Adam agreed. "It's not like we're on our own. We have each other, Torrie, Kenny, Chris. We'll be fine."

"Sorry I'm late class." Mr Coachman came barging through the door. "I was... what are you all doing?" He noticed the paper in Hunter's hands. "Is that-"

"We already know who's leaving." Cena interrupted.

"Oh." Amy thought Coach was about to tell them off for reading it without his permission, but he actually looked a little disappointed. "Well, all I can say to those leaving my class is that it has been a pleasure seeing you as regularly as I do. For those staying, all I ask is that you can be civil to those coming in from class TL. Hopefully, the entire year can put their differences aside and make things work." The bell rang. "I guess that concludes, for some of you, our last ever registration. You're dismissed." Everyone started making their way out of the classroom.

"This is really sad." Trish said to Amy and Victoria. "This is like, my last ever afternoon with you!"

"Don't get upset," Victoria was more warning her than comforting her, "it's not like you'll never see me again. Let's face, I'll never get on with the girls in class TL, I'll still hang around with you guys at lunch."

"You promise?" Trish asked.

"Trish, she's moving class, not moving school." Amy assured her.

"I know, I know." Trish smiled at her own overreaction. "But you guys do realise it's not going to be the same."

"Of course." Amy replied. "But at the same time, it's not going to be that much different."

"I know." Trish glanced over at the Cena, Hunter, Shawn and Jeff, who were walking a few feet ahead of them. "You know what? I'm going to go for it."

"Go for what?" Victoria asked.

"You'll see." Trish darted forward, stopping behind Jeff as she tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey Jeff, I was wondering whether I could talk to you in private."

"Sure." He shrugged, and Trish pulled him over to one side of the corridor as everyone else kept walking. Amy felt a slight twinge in her stomach and couldn't help but notice that she was feeling disappointed.

"Can you believe it?" Victoria nudged Amy as she smiled in amazement. "Trish fancies Jeff!"

"Yeah," Amy replied, "apparently so." Her stomach had twinged again as she looked over her shoulder to see Trish and Jeff walking together, both smiling and happily talking to each other. Trish was her best friend, and she was pretty good friends with Jeff too, so why didn't she feel happy for them?