WWE High
Chapter Three.
It was Friday the day of the election for Class President, the race was between Kurt Angle and Stephanie McMahon. Stephanie arrived at school in her corvette, smiling away, her newfound friend walked over to meet her.
"Hi Steph" Hunter called.
"Hi Hunter."
"So, looking forward to becoming the new class president."
"I wouldn't be too sure Hunter, lets just wait and see."
"Your so modest, look I can virtually guarantee your be class president, Kurt doesn't stand a chance." Hunter said confidently.
The couple walked in together but stood in shock and disbelief when they saw the sight in front of them.
Stephanie's posters which had been neatly put by up Hunter where now covered with red paint stating the words 'slut' and 'bitch."
"Oh my God." Stephanie said tears forming in her eyes.
At the end of the corridor, the brothers Matt and Jeff Hardy were selling some sort of newspaper. Hunter rushed over to see.
"Read all about it, an exclusive look into Stephanie McMahon's diary, see what she really thinks of her friends and what exactly happened at the New Year's Eve party!"
"Who gave you these?!" Hunter bellowed snatching one from Jeff's hand.
"Like we are going to tell you that."
"Tell me right now or Ill…"
"Or what? You know Hunter your in this diary too, lets have a look September 15th, I went on a date with Hunter today, we went…"
"Shut up, right now!"
"Don't you want to know what Stephanie really thinks of you?" Matt laughed as more students rushed over to buy a copy.
"Hey look guys, apparently Stephanie cheated on her last mid-term." Said Rob to Edge.
"It's all rubbish, it's been faked!" protested Hunter.
"Whatever Hunter, look it's blatantly her handwriting." Said Edge.
Hunter looked over to see Stephanie had run off. He had to find her.
Stephanie stood in the toilets, tears running down her face. She couldn't believe what was happening, her personal private thoughts were being dished around the whole school, no-one would be able to trust her again and now people were saying that she cheated on her mid-term, the teachers would find out, they would fail her, then they would have to call Daddy, what a mess, this is the worst thing that could ever happen. Stephanie thought.
Suddenly the door barged open and Torrie alongside Stacey walked in, with angry expressions on their faces, staring Stephanie down.
"I'm so glad you're here, did you hear the things they were saying about me?" said Stephanie.
"I didn't need to hear, I found out first hand." Said Stacey coldly, pulling out an issue of the diary.
Stacey opened the pages and mimicked Stephanie's voice.
"Stacey is such a wannabe, she copies everything I do, I think I should be flattered but now its just annoying, why can't she just get her own life."
"Stacey, I didn't mean it, I wrote it ages ago."
"Oh whatever Stephanie, your such a stuck-up bitch, why the hell would I want to be like you?" Stacey replied.
"Torrie, you've always been my best friend, you know it's not true."
"That's what I thought at first but not after I read this."
"I don't know what all the guys see in Torrie, she's just a plastic Barbie doll, plus she has awful fashion sense, I suppose she is nice in a way and the fact that her dad is so hot makes up for it."
"Are you having it off with my Dad?"
"No, of course not! You know I've always had a little crush on him, it doesn't mean anything."
"Save your excuses Stephanie, we don't need you, you obviously don't need us, if you weren't such a good cheerleader then you would be off the squad, but we need you for finals, but as far as our friendship, goes it's over!" shouted Torrie.
"Yeah and you can think twice about ever being Class President!" added Stacey before the two stormed off out of the bathroom.
Stephanie looked at the diary papers that Stacey had dropped on the floor, she browsed through them, it was in her handwriting and some of it she had written, but a lot of it was forged, she had never wrote that in her life, including the note about the mid-term.
Who would want to do a thing like this? Thought Stephanie.
Edge sat in the lunch-hall with Christian discussing the diary revelations.
"So did you get the diary?" asked Christian.
"Spend $10 on a diary, no way dude!"
"Well it didn't have anything about you."
"What! Stephanie wasn't dreaming about me!"
"Why should she, when she was dreaming about me." Laughed Christian.
"Who do you think did it?"
"I don't know, but whoever it is, there a genius."
"I reckon it was Kurt Angle, to try and be Class president, after this there is no-way Stephanie will win."
Suddenly Torrie walked over and sat beside them.
"Can you believe it? Stephanie called me a plastic Barbie doll with awful fashion sense."
"You! Your not a Barbie doll!" said Edge.
"Yeah, and what does Stephanie know about fashion?" said Christian.
"Everything." Said Torrie glumly. "I thought she was my friend."
"Hey you don't need friends like her, your so much better looking."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I'd pick you over her every-time."
"What about the fashion-sense?"
"What can I say the way you match your colours, words can not describe it."
Christian laughed to himself as he watched Edge suck-up to Torrie.
"Christian, shouldn't you be hurrying up?" asked Torrie.
"Why?"
"Cheerleading practise, stupid, we have to practise our routine." Said Torrie before walking away to buy a drink.
"Your in the cheerleading squad!" said Edge amazed. "So that's why you quit the football team."
"Yep, it's True and laugh all you want but this way I get to see Torrie 24/7 and she gets to see what a great catch I am."
"Mmmm, a male cheerleader, won't the girls see you as kinda gay."
"No way, I have made it perfectly, clear I am not and I don't know why you are smiling because you're the one who will be dateless at the Fall Ball."
"That isn't going to happen Dude."
"Well, whatever date you get, it will be nothing compared to me and my date Torrie." Christian smirked. "Now if you excuse me, I'm off to jump onto Torrie." Said Christian.
Stephanie sat in her room, clinging onto her teddy bear. She couldn't bear to carry on a normal day at school with everyone gossiping about her, she would rather die.
Stephanie's head shot up as she saw the door slowly open.
"Who is it?" she asked, her Mum and Dad were out at work. Maybe they came back for lunch, but to her relief it was her brother Shane.
"What are you doing here?"
"I heard what happened at school so I guessed you would come here."
"If you are going to persuade me to come back to school then you can save your breath, I'm never going back to school again, I'll ask Dad for a transfer."
"Steph, you can't let this ruin your life, by the end of the week, people would have forgotten all about this and moved on to gossip about someone else, I read it, most of it was all lies."
"How do you know?"
"I'm your big brother, of course I read your diary."
"Shane!
"Don't worry, most of it's really boring anyway, you spend most of the time discussing your wardrobe."
Stephanie cracked a smile and sat on the edge of the bed next to Shane.
"I don't understand, who would do something like that though, I don't really have any enemies, I'm always nice to people."
"I know, it's probably someone who is just jealous of you, I mean you are a millionaires daughter, people always envy people like that."
"Sometime I wish I was just a normal student, then none of this would ever happen."
Shane was silent for a moment, hugging Stephanie.
"You know Hunter was searching for you."
"Oh."
"He really likes you, you know."
"I know, we went on a date this week, we made the posters for me."
"Wow, he must be smitten."
"I don't know, he's sweet, charming and gorgeous but I have this feeling that he's a bit…I don't know…I just don't think I can trust him."
"Steph, you can't think like that, why don't you get to know him better, then I bet your change your mind."
"Yeah, I know."
"You should go back to school, don't you want to find out the results of the election?"
"And get myself humiliated once again, no thank you, I think Ill stay here for the rest of the day."
Stephanie curled herself into the covers and closed her eyes. Wishing that today had just been a bad nightmare.
The students voted for the Class President at lunchtime, not many people could be bothered and thoughs who did were Kurt Angle supporters and to no-ones surprise, he easily won, however he didn't seem that happy.
He felt incredibly guilty for stealing the diary and giving it to Chris Jericho all for being Class President and now he realised that Stephanie's friendship and reputation was more important than being Class President. His conscience got the better of him and he decided to talk to Hunter.
"Hunter, can we talk for a moment?" Kurt said quietly.
I suppose your happy now, now that your Class President, Stephanie didn't do any harm to anyone, so what if she wrote a few bad things about people in her diary, so does everyone."
"That's what I wanted to talk about, I know who did it."
"What? You know who did it, now you tell me right now, I don't care who it is, I'm going to beat their ass…"
"Hunter listen please, I feel really bad about this, and the last thing I wanted to do was to hurt Stephanie."
"It was you, wasn't it, I should have guessed, you were so intent to become Class President that you decided to ruin her life!"
"I was tricked, I swear, I didn't know what he was going to do, I didn't know it would be as bad as this."
"Who? Who tricked you?"
"Chris Jericho."
Hunter stared evilly over the lawn looking for Chris Jericho.
"He's not going to get away with this, Ill make sure of it."
"Hunter, don't do anything stupid, you could get kicked off the football team."
"Oh shut up Angle, aren't you late for your chess club or something, and don't think your just going to get away with it, your going to help me."
"You know I really am late for Chess club." Said Kurt trying to walk away but Hunter grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.
"You're not going anywhere, Chris Jericho won't know what hit him."
"Hunter, don't do anything rash."
"Rash? They don't call me the cerebral assassin for nothing." Smirked Hunter.
In the Next Chapter.
Hunter and Jericho go to war plus the Fall Ball approaches.