WWE High
Term Four
Chapter Three.
Jeff sat in his room, he could still hear the party going on downstairs, they obviously had decided to continue even with the fight, and he was stuck in his room to wallow in self-pity and his hatred for his brother, Matt, well he didn't hate him but after the whole room turned against him he felt he deserved to be hated.
There was only one thing that was going to cheer him up now and even though there was no one to do it with, he couldn't think of anything else better to do.
Opening up his clothes draw, he pulled it out and at the end glued to the back of the draw was a packet of white powder, well I might as well tell you the real name, it was cocaine.
He took the packet in his hand, running the powder through his fingers, he was about to open it when sounds of a police siren were heard through the window.
Shit! Jeff said to himself as he dropped the packet and raced over to the window, looking below even the blaring of the music could not dismiss the police car that pulled up outside the house.
It was obvious that they were stopping the party, but what if they came upstairs and saw him and more importantly the cocaine, then he's be stuck in a police cell for a second time and this would be treated far more seriously!
He quickly shoved the packet in his pocket before going out onto the landing, he didn't want to go downstairs, near the police, the music had stopped now and he could hear them talking but he didn't want to stick around to hear what they had to say, he rushed into the next bedroom which had a window facing the back of the house.
He clambered through it, making sure the cocaine was safely in his pocket, I mean it had his fingerprints all over it.
He hooked his leg onto the drainpipe which ran alongside the window and swung down, landing in a heap on the grass, he looked round the corner of the house to see some of the guests leaving and with that he ran across the garden and through the back gate, away from the house…
"Why didn't you just come back?" asked Edge.
"I don't know." Cried Jeff. "I saw the explosion as I was going along the street and I thought they would think it was down to me, I panicked I know, but I didn't know what else to do."
"But everyone thinks your dead!" shouted Christian.
"I know, I read it in the paper but that is what made it harder to go back, I just thought I could hide away and everything would be alright." Protested Jeff.
He sat in Edge and Christian's living room, he sat by the fire, wrapped in a blanket even though it was summer as the nights were still cold especially when you are living on the streets.
"Jeff you have to go back home, your funeral is next week!"
"I know." He said quietly, huddling in his blanket.
"Although it would be awesome to go to your own funeral." Noted Christian.
"Oh shut up." Said Edge in a serious tone. "This isn't the time for jokes."
"I just saying it would be interesting…"
"Well Jeff isn't going to do that, he's going to go home, forget what happened and tell everyone the truth."
"But I can't tell them about the cocaine!"
"No don't tell them about that, just how you climbed out the window before the explosion, there's no need to make it worse."
"Ok Ill go, I can't hide forever."
"Exactly." Smiled Edge, glad he had finally got through to him. "You got your whole life ahead of ya."
Christian came and sat down in the chair next to Jeff, smiling at him.
"So you got any more of that stuff?" winked Christian.
Jeff was about to answer but Edge cut in.
"No he hasn't, now Jeff you can still here for the night, but tomorrow you are going home."
Jeff relunctedly agreed before Edge went upstairs.
"So you got any of the stuff?" smiled Christian as Edge disappeared from view.
It was late evening and after the events of football practice with the fight between Rob and Rocky, he just fancied a quiet night in, listening to music, watching TV, that was his plan until he realised he had a big English paper due, so he spent the last few hours studying. His dream was to be a professional footballer, but if that didn't work out his parents insisted he did well at school, he was clever and could easily get into Yale or Harvard but he knew that if he did go down that route, he'll end up being someone his parents wanted to be rather than what he wanted.
Suddenly the phone rang and it broke his concentration of thought, he picked it up and was surprised to hear sobbing coming from the end of the line.
"Hunter…I'm so…sorry." Cried a voice from the other end of the line.
"Stephanie is that you?"
"I didn't mean to…I didn't know what I was doing." Stammered Stephanie, who was obviously trying to keep her composure but the tears just kept on running.
"Steph, Steph, calm down, I can't understand what your saying…"
"He followed me home and told me…"
"Steph, who are you talking about, calm down, who are you talking about?"
"Chris." She cried.
Hunter jumped out of his seat angrily, immediately going to the conclusion that he most wanted to hear.
"It was Chris, wasn't it! The one who attacked you! I knew it, look I promise you Steph, tomorrow at school I am going to kill him, seriously, I don't care if I get expelled after all the things he's down to you, he should be locked up!" shouted Hunter.
Stephanie who was still crying, realised that Hunter had got the wrong end of the stick but he was so intent and furious it was impossible to divert his attention.
"Hunter, you don't understand, he…"
"Steph, don't you dare try and stick up for him, look just meet me outside school early say 8.30 and we are going to sort Chris out once and for all!" Hunter declared.
Stephanie tried to protest but Hunter just put the phone down shutting out her voice, he knew he may live to regret slamming the phone down on his girlfriend, but that was just a small thing in a big picture.
At 8.30 tomorrow it was time for Hunter to get his revenge…
"Matt are you sure, you are not going to come to school tomorrow?" asked Lita to her boyfriend.
"No Ok." Matt said coldly, he sat on the sofa, watching the TV, though he wasn't really watching it, to looked as if he was just looking past the TV onto the blank wall.
"But everyone really wants to see you, Chris, Trish, they've really missed you."
"Well sorry, but my brother is dead, they really should be missing him not me."
"Of course, they miss Jeff but there's nothing we can do, he's gone and you can't shut yourself away from the world forever, its' not healthy, your just being ignorant and stupid." Lita exclaimed. "You've been stuck in this house for days, you need to get back to the real world."
"That's a good idea, Ill watch the Real World." Matt smiled, flicking over the channel.
"You have to come back to school sometime Matt." Sighed Lita.
"They said I could have as much time off as I needed and that's what I doing, anyway I gotta help mum and dad sort out preparations for the funeral plus there's the house, I don't know what they are gonna put in the coffin though, just a pile of old bricks I guess."
Lita who didn't want to see Matt talking like this anymore decided to go upstairs and leave him in the dark living-room watching MTV.
"Just think about it Okay, Just think, Ill see you tomorrow." Lita said, before climbing the stairs.
Matt just settled back into the cosy sofa, watching as the Real World Theme Tune played.
"Ring Ring, Ring Ring, Ring, Ring…" The kitchen phone went off and Matt grimaced at the sound.
"Lita could you get that please, Lita!" Matt shouted, but no figure emerged from the stairs and Matt realised him would have to get it himself. "For Gods Sakes." He muttered before he gingerly removed himself from the sofa and went over to the phone.
"Hello?"
He was met by only static from the other side, the other person, whoever that was had hung up much to his annoyance.
Jeff quickly put down the phone at the sound of his brother's voice. He didn't think he would be the one answering, he had rang Lita's house, hoping to explain to her first, it would be easier than talking to his family but the surprise and shock of hearing his brother's voice, just made him realise the reasons why he was scared in the first place.
He couldn't do it, they think that he is dead, how can he just ring up and say he is Jeff, they would just think it was some pysco trying to freak them out.
No, Edge was right, he had to do this and he had to go see Matt.
Face to Face.
The Next Morning…
Edge climbed out of his car with his brother Christian, looking towards the large building of WWE High.
"So do you think Matt will come to school today?" he asked.
"How should I know? Probably not, why?" answered Christian, slamming the car door shut.
"Well, if he is, maybe we should tell him."
"About Jeff?"
"No about the new squishy flavours they have in the canteen." Edge said sarcastically.
"Edge at a time like this, I don't think he's really wondered about squishy flavours."
"I was being sarcastic! Jeez!" said Edge walking away from his brother. "Of course about Jeff, apart from Torrie we are the only ones who know and Torrie promised that she wouldn't tell anyone."
"But Torrie is one of the biggest gossipers in the school and this is like the biggest news this school as ever had!" exclaimed Christian. "I can see the headlines now, 'High School Boy comes back to life' 'Dramatic escape from Burning Blaze'. Do your realise, we could make a lot of money from this." Said Christian slyly.
"Yeah and Jeff could be sent down, I mean there's the drugs plus it's gotta be a crime to pretend that your dead, it's way out of our league Christian."
"But I don't understand, why do you want to tell Matt, Jeff said he was going to come round tonight."
"Well if we do tell him, then if any gossip does leak from Torrie, Matt will know the truth and just ignore it, gossip at this school can get way out of hand remember that Stephanie Diary thing, but that was pretty innocent, this could mean trouble with the law, I'm serious Christian, we gotta watch our steps."
"Hi ya dudes!"
Edge and Christian quickly looked ahead to see Kurt Angle bounding happily towards them.
"Oh no." muttered Christian as he came up beside them.
"I'm glad I caught you, what are you talking about?"
"Er…the yearbook." Edge said quickly.
"Good cover." Whispered Christian.
"Excellent, so did you get that shoot with Torrie done?"
"Yep done and dusted."
"Good, you could send me the prints and Ill get them published, we should really set up a routine of when we are going to fit everyone in, you know, Stacey, Stephanie, Hunter, Rocky, you guys, we've only got a week."
"Kurt, you worry to much, we've got it all under control." Said Edge grabbing his shoulder. Kurt winced under the hard grip and smiled nervously. "You know, I was just wondering if I could be included on the Steph shoot, Captain of Chess Club with Captain of Cheerleaders, I think it would go well." Smiled Kurt. Edge still held his shoulder tightly and he was a little scared.
"We'll see what we can do." Said Christian, though he had no intention of putting a geek like Kurt with the Head Cheerleader, it sent out totally the wrong message.
Kurt was about to go on about the deadlines when suddenly the bell rang for the start of school.
Saved by the Bell, thought Edge as the familiar ringing ran through the grounds.
"Well dudes, I gotta go, maybe Ill check you later at lunch." Kurt said, desperately trying to seem cool.
"Sure, whatever." Smiled Edge meekly.
"Cool." Replied Kurt before rushing quickly up the lawn to get to school in time whilst Edge and Christian slowly walked in his direction.
"Seriously Edge, how are we going to finish the yearbook in time?"
"Don't worry bruv, we'll find a way."
"Yeah, we always do work best under pressure…."
Christian and Edge suddenly stopped dead in their tracks as they entered the corridor where their lockers lay, people crowded around the middle trying to see what was happening…
All the brothers could make out was the tall muscular figure of Hunter holding a spray can in his hand…
"Hunter! Stop it, stop it now." Screamed Stephanie but Hunter was beyond listening to Stephanie's claim, with a green spray can he sprayed 'SCUM' all over the lockers, and tore open the locker doors, obviously looking for Chris's. He then pulled out of the locker Chris' favourite item, his leather-jacket.
A few people edged him on but most were confused and shocked as to why he was doing this. He pulled out the leather jacket and stamped it the ground, grabbing a pair really sharp scissors, ones you use in the garden he cut into the jacket, breaking it apart and spraying it with green.
"Hunter, he didn't do it!" shouted Stephanie, pulling him away.
"No he didn't your just jumping to conclusions."
"Steph, you don't remember who attacked you, but I have prove that he was the one who did it."
"What do you mean?" asked Stephanie, this was the first she had heard of any prove.
Hunter reached down into the pocket of the decimated jacket and pulled a smooth shiny gold ring.
"You said that he took your bag and your ring, well here is your prove!" said Hunter showing the ring clearly to her. "This is the ring and it was inside Chris' leather jacket."
Stephanie gasped, he was right, everything pointed to Chris being the one, she was suppose to meet, he never turned up and when he did it was to mug her, he was the only one who knew she was in the park and since it happened he had been the prime suspect but Stephanie still had a feeling in her gut that Chris would never do a thing like this…
"What is going on?" asked Christian to Edge. "What did he do to Steph?"
"Haven't you heard?" whispered Stacey, who stood beside them. "Stephanie got mugged in the park the night of the party and Hunter thinks Chris did it."
"Well I wouldn't put it past him, remember in softmore year when he apparently was involved in some hit and run, probably did it to get some extra cash, even Steph's earrings are worth a lot." Said Christian.
"Yeah, well if he did or didn't do it, he isn't going to be happy…." Said Edge. Suddenly Edge and Stacey were pushed forward as two figures moved forward.
"Hey, move it cheerleader." He said as they went past.
It was Chris and Trish.
With his arm clutched around Trish's waist, they walked through the corridor, all eyes were on them as they moved they way through the crowds.
Chris' and Trish's jaws dropped as they saw the words and the state of their lockers, the contents sprawled all over the floor, sprayed with green paint.
"Who the fucking hell did this!" shouted Chris angrily as he turned around to look at the crowd and their gormless, some even scared faces.
"Actually Chris, it's more the question, what did you do." Said Hunter stepping forward, even though it hadn't meant to be like this, the crowd seemed to have formed a ring around the scene and only Hunter and Chris stood inside, walking around each other, staring each other deep in the eyes.
"Your gonna fucking pay for this." Said Chris, looking at Hunter.
"No you're the one whose' gonna pay."
Chris was about to answer but Hunter raced at him and he didn't have enough time to react as he pushed him against the lockers, kicking him right in the stomach.
"Hunter No!" screamed Stephanie as he kicked him again. Chris clasped his stomach in pain. Trish went to help Chris but Hunter push her back.
"Don't you even think about it." He snarled.
Hunter grabbed Chris and pulled him up to face everyone.
"We can tell everyone the type of guy who really are, can't we now Chris." Hunter laughed as he pushed him up against the locker again.
"Your fucking crazy." Chris spat.
"We'll see Chris, because I know what you did the night of the party, I know you attacked Stephanie, beat her up, took her purse and her ring and fled leaving for all you knew, dead." Hunter exclaimed to the shock of the crowd.
"Bullshit." Spat Chris. "I didn't touch her, it was probably you, everyone's you've got an anger problem and I bet you were pretty angry when you heard your precious girlfriend had cheated on you, especially with your arch rival, Me!" shouted Chris.
Oh no, thought Stephanie, as everyone's eyes looked to her. This was just a nightmare.
"You can talk all you want Chris but I've got prove, the ring that was taken on that night was found in the pocket of your leather jacket!"
Hunter let go off Chris and lifted up the jacket from the ground, pulling out the ring.
"Don't worry Chris, I can see why you would take it, I mean I paid a lot for this baby, short bit of cash for you to spend on drugs or gamble it off, well you've been caught Jericho, your lucky I don't turn you in to the police."
"That isn't my jacket." Replied Chris in a strong loud voice.
"Chris, not think you can lie your way out of this one, the prove is here, the ring was the pocket of your jacket."
"No that aint my jacket, it use to be mine but I gave it away and got a new one, a few months ago, it aint my jacket, so I didn't do it."
"Well who's fucking jacket is it?" said Hunter angrily.
"I gave the jacket to…" Chris stammered, almost as if he didn't want to say anymore.
"Spit it out." Said Hunter.
"I gave the jacket….to Trish."
Everyone gasped in shock as all eyes turned to Trish who stood on the in the corner, an angry look on her face, everyone expected her to deny the allegations straight off but surprisingly remained silent for a while, looking at Chris, then Hunter and finally Stephanie.
"Fine, you know what, I might as well just admit it, I've got guts, unlike the rest of you. It was me, it was me all along, I left the party, went to the park, saw Stephanie all dressed up, looking nice, I hid in the nearby bush, just watching that spoilt little brat and then when I heard her talking to herself, I realised exactly who she was meeting, my boyfriend Chris, I was little drunk, a little mad obviously so I just went off her, your right, I did think I could get a bit of cash, but the last part of my plan, failed, you really think I would be so stupid as to leave the ring in my jacket pocket, No, that was only temporally, today I was going to plant it on Hunter and instead of me admitting it all to you, you would be accusing Hunter of it, well I suppose, things don't always end up the way you want them to be, but you can look down on me all you want, but I don't give a flying fuck what any of you guys think because by the time graduation rolls around, I won't have to see any of you again plus I'm glad I did it." Said Trish walking towards Stephanie. "Because by the way you had been prancing around lately with your money and your heritance and my boyfriend, someone needed to smack you back down to reality, cause I am the top bitch here and no-one else!" Trish smirked in Stephanie's face.
Everyone was speechless, even Hunter as they all stared at Trish and Stephanie, stood facing each other, the crowd waited, waiting for someone to struck first and they did.
In one big movement, Stephanie slapped Trish across the face and almost in slow motion she fell back, hitting the floor, looking up at the figure of Stephanie McMahon.
" I think with that slap I just knocked you off your warped little throne, I am the dominant female around here and nothing will ever change that and you why cause I'm a McMahon and no-one messes with the McMahons."
Trish was stared up by Stephanie gently touching her lip, realising it was bleeding, her cheek was still burning, it had been one hell of a slap.
"Come on Hunter, let's get out of here, we've got classes." Stephanie said, making her well through the crowd. Hunter and the spectators followed, heading towards their classes, leaving Trish and Chris sitting on the floor, hurt and defeated and with no one on their side.
The room was dark and dreary, Matt hadn't even bothered to open the curtains, he couldn't see the point, the TV was still on MTV running through several music videos, if there was one thing Matt had realised over the past few days is that daytime TV is rubbish.
Suddenly the doorbell rang and he wondered who it could be, his parents were with relatives, it wasn't the right time for the postman, it was probably just some charity collector, he almost couldn't be bothered to go get it, but then they rang again impatiently and Matt angrily went over to the door.
"Hang on, hang on." He said as he undid the chain.
He opened up the door and almost leapt back with shock… standing before him was his supposedly dead brother Jeff.
"It can't be…it can't be true..it can't be…" Matt stammered his face going white.
"Come on Matt, calm down, I always though you liked surprises." Smiled Jeff.
Matt stared at Jeff, almost checking to see if he wasn't dreaming and that it was truly was him. Finely after several moment, he realised it was him and a sense of happiness and relief came over him.
"You son of a bitch." Matt joked, wiping away the tears as the two brothers reconciled and hugged.
Trish slowly pulled herself up from the hard concrete floor, she looked over at Chris who has leaning against the lockers, the words SCUM written over them.
"That bitch Stephanie bloody hit me hard." Trish complained, touching her cheek.
"She should have hit you harder." Muttered Chris quietly but Trish had heard him and a scowl came across her face.
"What was that suppose to mean?"
"Oh fuck off Trish, of course she was going to slap you, you did a lot worst, you attacked her."
"So? I was going to frame Hunter, it would have been perfect, it would have broken up Steph and Hunter for sure."
"Don't you realise! You went way beyond that, it was suppose to be just a little joke but attacking Steph, you crossed the line."
"Hey, I should be angry at you, you're the one who fucking cheated on me!"
"Big deal, one kiss, it didn't work, that's not the issue now, you just put me through hell, I got beaten up in front of everyone, all my belongings have been ruined and I got SCUM written all over my locker, all because of you! Well you know what, I aint gonna stand up for you, I aint gonna stick by you, you aint worth it."
"So what you saying?" said Trish angrily.
"I saying Trish, that we are OVER!"
"What!"
"That's right O…V…E…R…OVER, you can fucking forget about the prom, everything, I never want to speak, see you, ever again, you can just fuck off this planet for all I care." Said Chris turning his back on Trish.
"Fine, run off with your little slut, I don't care."
"Fine by me." Said Chris walking away.
"Good, I don't care about you, I never did, you were just something to pass the time and you betta watch your back Chris, cause I know all about your dirty little deeds and thefts, I can turn you in anytime, anytime!" Trish screamed out to Chris.
"You can't do nothing." Smirked Chris, a smile broadening across his face as he went into class.
In the Next Chapter.
The SATS brings out some surprise results and Stacey dithers over whom to take to the prom.