Author's Note: Holy crap! Two chapters of the same fic in two days..somebody pinch me!

Disclaimers: See Chapter 1.

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Chapter Two: Steph and Jericho really don't get along..and a new student.

*Before class*

Jericho: *flicks rubberbands at Steph's head*

Steph: *whirls around but Jericho hides the rubberbands* STOP IT!

Jericho: *looks innocent* Stop what?

Steph: Ugh. You know what.

Austin: Stop using my word. WHAT?! I said stop using my word!

Steph: Puh-lease I don't see your name on it.

Austin: It does so, see WH-Steve Austin-AT!?

Jericho: *snickers and flicks rubberbands at both Steph and Austin*

Steph: STOP THAT!

Jericho: I'm not doing anything!

Steph: Why should I believe you?

Jericho: Cause I'm so cute.

*The women crack up*

Jericho: Admit it, you all want my hot bod.

Steph: BWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA That's the funniest thing I've *giggle* heard
in my life!

Beniot: *pats Jericho on the shoulder* Don't worry she'll prove you wrong.

Jericho: *grins* Yep, they all want me.

Bret: *walks over to Jericho* Hand over the rubberbands now.

Jericho: But..but..

Stu: No buts, now hand them over so we can start class.

Jericho: *grumbles before handing them over*

Stu: Today we have a new student...Hunter Heart Helmsley, but you may call him Triple
H.

HHH: I am the Game and you don't want to play me.

Steph: *with hearts in eyes* I'll play the game.

HHH: *grins* I'm gonna like it here.

Jericho: *snickers at Steph* Slut.

Steph: *screams* I AM NOT!

Jericho: *covers ears* DON'T YELL! *mutters* Slut.

HHH: *glares at Jericho*

Jericho: Ooooh scary.

HHH: *growls* I'm. Going. To. Kill. You. *chases after Jericho, while chasing him he
yells* You're game is over!

Stu: -_-p Class OVER! EVERYONE OUT! *looks to Bret and Owen* Got any advil?

Bret: *rubbing temples* We couldn't be that lucky.