WWE High

Term Four

Chapter One.

Lita stared around at the white wash halls of the police interview room. It seemed like she had been here for hours, answering the same old questions about the party and the accident. The police officer's beady eyes seemed to be assessing her character as she told the story, wondering whether the tears that streamed down her face were fake or sincere.

Of course, they were sincere, she was seventeen years old and one of her best friends had probably died, and in her eyes, it was her fault.

"I didn't mean to leave the gas on, I was drunk, Matt had just been in a fight, I was tending to him, I don't remember what happened, then the police came and we left…Jeff stormed up to his room…we left and then the house…just…exploded." Lita held her head in her hands. "He's dead isn't he? Jeff's dead." Lita said looking up at the officer, waiting for an answer.

"I'm sorry, but we can't say just yet."

Lita took this as a yes and more tears streamed down her face.

"Is there anyway do you think that Jeff could have left his room and the house before the gas explosion?" the officer asked.

"No, we didn't see him outside…it was too sudden.."

"Ok, that will do for now, best get home had have some rest, we'll contact you with anymore news." The officer said as he led a distraught Lita out of the office to her parents who waited outside.

"Why were you not at the party, Miss Stratus?" asked the officer as he sat opposite Trish in the interview room.

"Am I allowed to smoke?" she asked pulling a cigarette out from her pocket.

"I prefer it, if you answered the question."

"For fucks sake." Trish muttered, putting the cigarette back in her pocket. "I went to find a friend Ok, he didn't turn up at the party, and I wanted to see where he got too."

"What's your friends name?"

"Why do you want to know that?" said Trish angrily.

"Miss Stratus, this is a police investigation, we need to find out as much as we can about what happened."

Trish leaned back in her chair, acting bored.

"Chris Jericho, he's my boyfriend. I left the party early to go find him and I came back and everyone was outside, they told me the police had busted them and I threw my cigarette onto the lawn and Bam, up into flames, is that want you wanna here?"

"Who was outside the house at the time?"

"I dunno no, Matt, Lita, oh yeah Edge and Christian, were goofing around nearby, I think they were drunk."

"Did they all see the explosion happen?"

"Yes of course they did! What the hell is with these fucking stupid questions, we all what happened, the whole house is burnt to a crisp and so is Jeff." Trish said gruffly. "You might as well just admit it."

The officer sighed, he realised he wasn't going to get anymore information out of Trish so he motioned another officer to open the door.

"Can I go now?" asked Trish.

"Yes, you can go now."

Trish happily jumped out of her seat, her high heels clicking along the stone floor as she left the room.

"Have you found a body yet?" asked Matt as he sat down in the chair. His eyes were red from crying and he had had a few stitches on his forehead from being thrown back by the force of the explosion.

"We cannot say at the moment."

"Come on, I'm his brother, is there any chance that he could have survived? I mean if you haven't found a body, then maybe he did get out, round or back or something." Matt said hopefully.

The officer sighed, this was the worst part of the job, he didn't want to tell the boy, but he had to know the truth.

"We haven't found a body." He said with no expression.

"Well, maybe he did get out, Jeff's not stupid, he probably smelt the gas…"

"However in these types of accidents, most bodies are never found."

Matt's face went white once more.

"But you just said that…."

"I'm sorry son, but your brother Jeff is most probably dead." The officer said as softly as possible as Matt faced up to the reality of the explosion.

Back at WWE High….

Stephanie rolled over in her bed, snuggling up in the covers. This is where she wanted to stay forever, she never wanted to go back to school again. She hadn't been for the past two days and she wasn't going for the rest of the week.

Closing her eyes again, she tried to go back to sleep, it was only 8.30, but her sleep paradise was broken when someone banged loudly on the door.

"Steph!" Her brother Shane called in.

"Err..yeah." Steph said, in her weakest 'I feel really sick' voice.

"Are you still not coming in?"

"No, I feel really bad still, I don't know whether I can come in this week."

"Look Steph, I know your don't really sick, it's about the attack, I know your scared but no-one is going to hurt you again and staying in that room all day isn't going to do you any good, you need to get back to the real world."

Stephanie thought back to the attack, after he had taken her bag and ring, she just lay in the bush, cold and hurt, she had never been more frightened in her life and no-one came, she eventually had to walk home and cry to Dad, he called the police but they couldn't do anything, they were too busy with the accident at Matt's party, not even Daddy's bribes could make them go searching for some amateur thief.

"I'm sick, Ok, just leave me alone!" She said in a croaky voice.

"Fine, but you gotta come out there some time."

Stephanie listened as she heard Shane going down the stairs, she laid back on her bed, thinking over the events. And he had never come, Chris never arrived, he could have saved her, he could have helped her but he never turned up, she didn't ever want to speak to him again, all he cared about was himself.

But the worse thing was, she wasn't sure, she didn't know but she had a kinda psychic feeling about this, and she had found her instincts were always right, she didn't want to think it but she was sure that whoever attacked her was someone from WWE High and she was determined to find out who.

The class chatted loudly, discussing the party. Was Jeff really dead? Did Matt murder him? All of the usual extravagant conspiriences were being rumoured and in this school, in every high school, rumours spread like wild-fire.

"Class, quiet down, quiet down." The teacher ordered as she entered the room, after a few more shorts and banging on the desk, the senior class were finally silent.

"Now I know after the recent sad events, many of you may not feel like learning, but we have to get to graduation some way so it's important you just put the events that are in the past and concentrate on your education."

"Are you saying we should just forget about Jeff?" said Trish rudely.

"No, I'm not saying that, I'm just saying you need to concentrate on learning."

"Sounds like, all you care about, is your paycheck." Trish muttered.

The teacher ignored Trish's comment and turned her attention to the rest of the class.

"Now many of you may know, that coming up next week is the SAT'S, now these tests are the most important tests your ever take and could determine what College or University you go to, if any at all." Said the teacher glaring at Chris and Trish, who sat in the back corner in their matching leather jackets.

"Now, you can't really revise for the SAT'S, but I'm going to give you some work, that might help you understand the type of questions they have on the test."

The teacher, walked around, passing the sheets round, she gave one to Chris, who immediately screwed it up, tearing a piece out with his teeth and chewing it in his mouth.

"Delightful." The teacher muttered sarcastically as she watched him chew. "Your regret the pathetic amount of work you've done, one day Chris, your never get anywhere in life."

"Hey, I don't need some crap SAT or whatever they're called, I'm gonna be a rock star." He laughed, still chewing the paper in his mouth. "The SAT's are just a waste of time." He laughed, before spitting the paper out into the nearby bin, much to his delight.

The teacher stopped by Hunter's desk and gave him two extra sheets.

"Can you give these to Stephanie please, she's a good student, I don't want her to miss out."

"We'll…er..I don't know…if.." Hunter stammered. He didn't want to see Stephanie, at the party he had apparently got really drunk, he couldn't remember half of it, but he remembered something about Shane telling him, Steph was with Chris at the park…then he went to park…or going somewhere, he couldn't remember anymore details, maybe Steph was upset about that, maybe she spotted him with Stacey, he just couldn't remember.

"Ill go over!" said Kurt, raising his hand enthuastically. "I know where she lives and I'm friends with…"

"I'm sure Hunter will do fine." The teacher smiled as she carried on walking back to her desk.

"How is Stephanie?" asked Hunter to Kurt.

"Well, Shane said that she's shut herself up in her bedroom for the past two days, somethings wrong, but Shane won't tell me, he says it's a family matter."

"You don't think she knows how I got drunk and hit on Stacey?"

"I didn't see her at the party at all, there's a rumour going around that she went to meet some guy, she's not cheating on you is she Hunter?"

"No, of course not, it's just a nasty rumour!" Hunter exclaimed. "You don't know nothing." He said angrily at Kurt, who quickly turned back round to face the front.

Torrie looked over across the classroom at Rob, the teacher was busy talking about the SAT's but she wasn't listening, she felt really awful how she had treated Rob. She had ignored him when he needed her the most, but now he was out of the wheelchair, like he was before and she had wasted her chance. There was nothing between her and Rocky, there were just friends, although he didn't even seem to have as much interest in as he did. It made her wonder, whether he was friendly with her to make Rob jealous.

He sat with Edge and Christian, laughing and joking, he didn't seem to miss her, she had called him several times, but each time he had slammed the phone down.

Torrie looked at the notepad in front of her, the pen twirling in her hand, she quickly wrote to Rob, maybe he would reply in writing.

Rob, there is and was nothing going on between me and Rocky, I don't like him anymore, I like you and I miss you, please talk to me again.

Torrie.

She quickly scribbled it down, folding up the note into a little square.

"Hey Stacey, can you pass this over to Edge?" She asked.

"What you passing notes to Edge for, you ain't got a thing for him now have you?"

"No stupid, it's for Rob." She whispered.

"Oh, ok." Stacey took the note and poked Edge gently passing the note over.

"Awww! A love letter for me, Stacey I had no idea!" laughed Edge.

"It's for Rob, doofus."

"Oh you've broken my heart Stacey, I thought you loved him." Joked Edge as he took the note.

"Whatever Edge."

Edge gave the note to Rob, who looked at it weirdly, who would want to send him a note. He opened it up and read the small scribble inside, Torrie watched hopefully as his eyes glanced over the paper. But much to her disappointment and horror, we screwed up the paper and threw it into the bin.

"He don't mean that." Stacey said, putting an arm around Torrie's shoulder.

"He did mean it, Stacey, he's never going to forgive me." Torrie cried, trying to concentrate on the SAT's sheets in front of her.

Stephanie wrapped her dressing gown around her as she stepped down the cold stairs. The house was empty, her mother and father were at work. Her brother at school, she liked the peace and quiet, it gave her time to think.

She was about to go into the kitchen to get a drink, when she noticed the pile of mail by the door. She might as well pick it up, do something useful.

There was a package, obviously too big to fit in the mailbox. She must have missed the postman, picking it up she smiled, it was addressed to her, well at least someone cared.

She opened it up, to reveal a white rose and a box of chocolates, opening the card, a little of her was disappointed, but she mostly just laughed. It was from Kurt.

Hope you feel better soon,

Schools not the same without you,

Love

Kurt.

He was sweet, just a shame he was the biggest dork in school, she may not be as a shallow as Torrie and Stacey, but hell she still had her McMahon pride. She put the rose and chocolates in the kitchen, she looked through the windows, giving an overview of the huge McMahon gardens. Henry, the gardener, was trimming at the rose bushes by the fountain.

Suddenly the nearby bushes rustled, a dark figure pushed through the leaves, Stephanie froze, she leapt back, watching, her heart pumping fiercely, he was back, it was him. She quickly ran to the phone, about to dial 911, watching the bushes, the rustling suddenly stopped and emerged onto the green grass was a smiling black cat. Her cat, Heathcliffe.

"Oh my Gods Sake Heathcliffe, you nearly scared the life out of me." She smiled in relief, she couldn't believe she got scared by a cat, she always suspected the worst.

"Get your head together girl." She said to herself, pouring herself a glass of water before heading back upstairs.

"Now, this term, I am going to need a few volunteers."

The class groaned at the mention of volunteering, except for Kurt who raised his hand by high.

"Calm down Kurt, you don't know what it is first." The teacher said.

"Yeah, you could end up cleaning up the boys toilets!" Edge laughed.

"Now, each year a few members of the senior year work together as a team to create the senior year Yearbook."

"Oh no, not the crappy yearbook." Moaned Rocky.

"Are you volunteering Rocky?"

"Hey, no way Miss, how can I do, I'm the star of the football team." Rocky said, smirking at Rob. After Rob had had his accident, Rocky had taken his place on the football team and now he was their star player.

"So?"

"Plus, I've only been at the school a term, whoever does it, they gotta know the school inside out, know the people and stuff."

"Ill do it Miss." Kurt shouted. "I am Class President after all, and I've got some ideas that will make this yearbook really cool!" Kurt said, giving the class two thumbs up.

"He doesn't have a clue." Laughed Edge to himself.

"What was that Edge?" the teacher smirked.

"Nothing, nothing." Edge said quickly.

"Well if you think Kurt hasn't got a clue, maybe you should help him."

"Come on Miss, Edge knows nothing about creating a yearbook, he's failing English, for a start." Said Christian, standing up for his brother.

"Brilliant, Thankyou Christian."

"What?" said Christian confused.

"You can help your brother, it seems we've just got our yearbook team, Kurt, Edge and Christian."

"What!" shouted Edge and Christian in unison.

"Guys we are gonna have so much fun, cool or what!" said Kurt, giving them a thumbs up as the brothers sunk miserably in their seats.

It was lunchtime and the students of WWE High crowded the Burger Barn, Lita, Trish, and Chris sat in their usual, except this time they were missing two people, Matt and Jeff.

"Have you been round to see Matt?" asked Trish to Lita.

"I don't want to crowd him, I mean they have to get all the funeral arrangements sorted and everything, the family are staying in a hotel, it be a while before he comes back."

"It feels so weird, our gang, it will never be the same again." Sighed Chris.

"Oh come on guys, let's not get all depressed."

"Trish, don't you even feel a little sad, Jeff's gone, he's never going to graduate, he's never going to go to college and be in his band, I thought he was your friend or are you just completely heartless?"

"He is my friend, but we can't dwell on the past, we have to move on."

"Your just making me feel sick." Said Lita, getting up from the booth.

"Where are you going?" asked Chris.

"To go see our Matt is, I'd like him to think that someone cares." Lita said angrily before storming out of the Burger Barn.

"What's her problem" said Trish sulking in her chair.

"Sometimes, you are really heartless."

"Oh and when have you become Mr Sensitive." Trish exclaimed.

"At least I have feelings, if you hadn't thrown your cigarette onto the lawn…"

"Hey, I wasn't the one who left the gas, was I? Anyway, where were you throughout that party, you never turned up?"

"It's none of your business Ok, I don't have to go to every party."

"But it was your best friends' party, you said you where going to come."

"Look, I had things to do, just leave me alone." Said Chris, he grabbed his leather jacket before leaving the booth. Trish called after him, but he turn back and within the space of ten minutes, Trish was left in the booth all on her own.

Chris walked out of the Burger Barn and along the street, he looked up to see Kurt Angle walking towards him. Kurt spotted him and nervously he attempted to cross the road, but Chris ran after him and grabbed his anorak.

"I swear I've hardly got any money." Kurt cried, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of dollars. "This is all I have take it if you want, just don't hurt me."

"Kurt, I don't want your money, I just want to talk to you."

Kurt relaxed a little, straightening his anorak. "What do you want?"

"Your Stephanie's friend, how is she? She hasn't been at school the past couple of days?"

"Like you give a damn." Kurt said surprised he spoke back to Chris.

"I do give a damn Ok, have you seen her?" he said angrily.

Scared that Chris has going to hit him, Kurt gave in.

"I haven't seen her, but she's at home, something happened on the night of the party, I don't know what but Shane says she's resting for a few days."

The night of the party, the park…oh shit. Thought Chris.

"Anyway, why do you want to know? Your don't exactly friends."

"Why are you such a dork?"

"What?"

"Exactly, it's a mystery, now just get the hell out of my way." Chris pushed back Kurt almost knocking him over, he continued walking down the street. Kurt looked back at Chris and wondered.

Why did he care about Steph so much?

Kurt walked into the busy Burger Barn, and saw Edge and Christian eating burger and fries in the corner.

"Hey buddies." Kurt called as he came to sit beside them.

"Fancy a chip, Kurt?" asked Christian.

"Thankyou, I would enjoy a chip…" Kurt reached out for one, but Edge quickly knocked the tray over and box of Chips went all over Kurt.

"hey, man, I didn't say take all of them!" laughed Edge who along with Christian was in hysterics.

"Very funny guys." Said Kurt, obviously not impressed as he brushed off the chips. "I'm here on a serious matter, we need to get this Yearbook organized, now I can do the chess club, orchestra, astrologers, science club together for photographs, and I thought we could do an exclusive interview with the principal! I bet everyone will love that!" said Kurt enthusiastically.

Edge and Christian sighed, he really did have no idea.

"Kurt, only geeks buy the yearbook."

"No, loads of cool people buy it too."

"I assure you, they don't Kurt, if you really want to sell this yearbook, you need to broaden your horizons." Said Christian.

"Yeah, no-one cares about chess club photos and interviews with teachers." Agreed edge.

"So what do you suggest?"

Edge and Christian looked at each other and smiled.

"Who would you most like to see a picture of in this school?"

"I don't know." Said Kurt.

"Girls of course!" said Edge. "I think this year, we should fill it with photos of the hottest girls in school, think of this, Torrie in a swimsuit, Stacey playing the cello, Stephanie with a football….guys will pay to see that." Edge nodded.

"I don't think it's just going be for the guys, me and Edge have agreed to pose for the lovely ladies, along with Rob, Rocky and Hunter, the girls can remember us forever….like they would forget in the first place…but at least they have a photo to kiss everynight."

"I don't think this is really suitable guys, it's sounds a porno book." Kurt grimaced.

"Kurt, don't be worried, we are respectable and we not nothing more than to produce a respectable and sophisticated yearbook, we just want to liven it up and bit." Edge smiled.

"Yeah and remember, all the money goes to our Senior Prom and with this idea, there is going to a be a lot."

"We like to call it 'The Hunks and Beauties of WWE High', Imagine it now." They said in unison looking at an imaginary yearbook.

"Are you sure the teachers will agree?" said Kurt.

"Leave it to us, Kurt, I promise you, we are going to bring you the best, the most exciting yearbook, this school has ever seen!"

"Totally awesome Dude" cheered Edge as he gave his brother a high five as Kurt looked on with a worried expression on his face.

Chris walked towards Stephanie's house, he'd never been there before but it was everything he thought it would be, a huge mansion, acres of gardens, white pillars in the porch, a private driveway. He would have expected her to be shipped off to some snooty private school but being in WWE High, the only sign of her wealth was her designer clothes.

He walked up the driveway, hoping to god, that her parents were out. He didn't really facing seeing them, her dad was a wrestler as well as being a millionaire for Gods Sake.

He walked round the side of the house, looking up at the many windows, he came to the far end when he saw a window with pink curtains, that had to her bedroom, pink curtains…it was highly probable, checking around he couldn't see anyone nearby, he picked up a nearby small pebble, throwing it up towards the window. He hit, causing a big bang before bouncing back onto the grass, he waited for someone to come to the window, but she didn't come. Maybe that wasn't her room, he was about to throw it again, when he suddenly heard someone coming up the driveway, he crawled round to see who it was, he quickly hid in the undergrowth when he saw who it was. It was Hunter.

He held several bits of paper under his arm, oh no, he had come round to bring over Steph's homework, why did he have to come now!

Chris stayed hidden as Hunter rang on the doorbell.

Stephanie stepped quietly down the steps of the staircase, she was still in her dressing gown, even though it was lunchtime she didn't think there was any point in getting dressed since she wasn't going out.

She gasped in embarrassment when she opened the door to see Hunter standing there.

"Oh, is this a bad time." Said Hunter apologetically.

"No, no, it's Ok, I just didn't expect you, come in, come in." Stephanie stepped aside as Hunter walked in, he remembered the time, he last came here, it was to pick Stephanie up for the Fall Ball. Wow, that was so long ago.

"Come and sit in the lounge, do you want a drink?"

"No, I'm fine."

Hunter walked into the lounge and sat down on the exquisite white sofa, everything seemed so delicate and expensive he didn't want to touch it.

Stephanie sat down on the chair next to him, smiling weakly. She did look ill, thought Hunter. Her face was white and drained of all its usual sparkle.

"I just brought round your homework, we've got the SAT's coming up."

"Oh yeah, I should really come in for that." Said Stephanie sipping at her lemonade.

There was silence between them, Hunter looked uncomfortable.

"Why do you look so nervous?" she smiled.

"I'm not, I'm fine." Hunter said quickly.

"Come on Hunter, you don't have to be nervous around me."

Bitch, thought Hunter, she's the one who should be nervous, after what she's done.

"Did you hear what happened at the party?" asked Hunter.

"Yeah, it's all the papers, do you think he got out?"

"No, the papers say the funeral's next week, are you going?"

"Yeah, Jeff was one of us, it could have been anyone, you were at the party, it could have been you."

"Thanks." Said Hunter sarcastically.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I'm glad it wasn't you."

"That's good to know."

Stephanie laughed at Hunter's answer and came to sit next to him.

"I know we've been a bit distant lately, but I do like you Hunter, I like you a lot and I don't want there to be any tension between us, you do feel that tension don't you?"

"Steph, you know I'm crazy about you, but there's rumours going around about that night, do you didn't turn up at the party, where did you go, did you meet someone?"

"Hunter, you promise not to tell anyone what happened, you promise?"

"Okay, I promise." Hunter really had no idea, what Stephanie was going to say, if she did go to meet Chris, she wouldn't just admit it to him, would she?

"I was walking through the park to the party and…I got…attacked."

"Attacked!"

"Yes, he just sprung on me, he took my bag and the ring you gave me." Steph cried, showing him her empty finger. "It was so horrible."

Hunter realised what a jerk he had been, immediately thinking the worst of Steph.

"Oh Steph, I'm so sorry." He said, wrapping his arms around her and rocking her like a little baby. "I had no idea."

"I thought he was going to rape me." Said Stephanie, frightened like a little child. "I feel like he's still here, watching me, I can't go outside, he might try again."

"Steph, I promise he won't come after you again, you're going to be fine, he won't hurt you."

"How do you know Hunter?, I think it's someone from school, and he's watching me, he could attack again." Stephanie cried.

Hunter comforted her, holding her close.

"Stephanie, I promise, as long as I'm here, I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."

Stephanie sniffed, drying her tears as Hunter stroked back her wet hair.

"Thankyou." She smiled.

"It's Ok, you're safe now." Hunter said giving her an extra squeeze. Yes, everything was going to be alright, his mind puzzled over what Steph had said, the attacker was at WWE High, her house was nowhere near the park, she wasn't heading for the party, who was Steph meeting, who did she trust?…wait, she must have not met him, maybe she was attacked before he came, but then he would have found her…he did love Steph, after with all the things that had happened, he didn't not believe that she had been attacked but he came to her conclusion, that in his mind, Stephanie wasn't telling him the whole story…and something, something in the back of his mind was telling him it was something to do with Chris…

In the Next Chapter.

Rob and Rocky go head to head plus Edge and Christian make a shocking discovery!