*Author's Note: To look at my disclaimer and all of that, go to the first chapter.*
On to the story!
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*Chapter Three – New Friends Are Made*
(Everyone starts heading to the Rock's house…in their own ways, of course…)
"Man, why can't you put on some Pearl Jam?" yelled Matt Hardy as Chris Jericho drove his green Honda Civic to North Hall.
Chris looked over at Matt, who was in the passenger's seat, and said, "Well, let me finish listening to Metallica, then I'll change it." Matt scowled as he tossed his black hair away from his face. "Calm down." Chris commanded. Matt pouted. He was too shaken up to really drive his truck, so he was thankful for Chris having a car, and getting him out of the Undertaker's way, at that, but what he really wanted was to listen to Pearl Jam, his favorite band ever. I listen to them in my times of solace, he thought. And after what the Undertaker did to me about 20 minutes ago, I need to.
RVD, who was in the backseat, asked, "Hey Chris, why are you driving to North Hall?"
Chris rolled his eyes and said, "I need to pick up somebody."
"Pick up somebody? On the corner?" RVD snorted.
Matt shook his head and said, "Man, RVD…you're too much."
With that, Chris turned into North Hall's parking lot and saw Stephanie McMahon in front of the dorm, waiting. She had a white tank top on, with jeans and black sandals. Her long brown hair was put up into a ponytail. Chris blinked. Damn, she's hot, he thought to himself as he drove up. Matt looked out the window and saw Steph for the first time. Hmmm, Shane's sister isn't that bad looking, he thought to himself. He smirked a little. But then again, I heard she was a whiny little brat.
Steph looked into the car and saw two other people with Chris. She had never seen them before. Maybe they're his roommates, she thought.
"Hey Chris, I appreciate you taking me to the house and stuff." she began as she got in next to RVD.
Chris looked over at her and said, "Don't worry, I needed to get out anyway." Ha, more than you will ever know, he thought. I'm starting to wonder if I'm gonna last the whole year.
Steph shut the door and said, "But you were so hesitant to take me over there before…why the change of mind?" Yeah, Chris, what is up with that?, Steph thought to herself. Chris gritted his teeth and silently hoped for RVD or Matt to give an answer. The silence, besides Metallica blasting, was unbearable. Damnit, you two, say something, Chris thought as he got onto the road next to campus. Well one day, I'm gonna have to tell her the truth about living with the Undertaker. But right now…she doesn't need to know that. Steph realized who was on the radio and groaned. "Metallica sucks, Chris. Why do you listen to this, anyway?"
Chris said kind of harshly, "Because they're one of my favorite bands. Oh wait, you're the type that listens to Britney Spears and stuff, don't you?"
Steph sighed loudly. All she wanted was for someone to take her to her brother, and already Chris' mean streak was barging through. Steph felt tears well up in her eyes. Ah, damnit. Why is it that every time someone does something mean to me, I have to go and cry about it? Seriously, she thought to herself as she tried to cover it up.
RVD looked over at Steph and whispered, "You okay?"
Steph muttered, "Yeah, I'm fine."
Chris, who was concentrating on the road in front of him, thought, I think I might've pissed Steph off. Oh well. She has to know about my mean streak sometime. He heard sniffles in the back. Oh God…that has to be her, he thought. I have no choice but to do this. He reached over to the stereo and put on Pearl Jam. Matt and RVD tried to stifle their snickers. Hahaha, he's whipped, Matt thought to himself. He's so fucking whipped it's not even funny! But hey, at least I got my way too! Chris looked over at Matt very fast and shook his head. I have a feeling I'm gonna get teased about this whenever we get back to the apartment…if we ever get back, that is, Chris thought as he continued driving down the road.
About 3 miles away, Edge and Jeff Hardy were following Bubba Ray Dudley to the Rock's house in Edge's white Chevy Impala.
"Dude, this is so cool. We actually get to go to some dude's house and play video games!" Edge exclaimed.
Jeff nodded in agreement. "Yeah, video games are awesome." He paused for a second. "I wonder if he has Grand Theft Auto 3."
Edge stopped the car at the stoplight right behind Bubba Ray's black Chrysler Concorde and exclaimed, "Dude, if you don't have Grand Theft Auto 3, then you're just not cool!"
Just then, a Rob Zombie song came on the radio, and he and Jeff were headbanging along. Jeff looked outside and saw that they were on the main drag of Waters Grove, Main Street. Main Street. I've heard a lot about this place from Matt and all the stories he told me, he thought. He saw a tattoo parlor and his eyes lit up. Then he pouted. I wish I had a car. I wish I had money. I wish I had a girlfriend. Jeff sighed loudly at his thoughts. He was never one to really get the girls because he was too "strange" or "immature" for them. He tried so hard to understand the opposite sex, but all he got was weird looks. I guess I'm too unique for them, he thought.
Edge looked over at his friend, and then saw that the light turned green. "What's wrong, buddy?"
Jeff sighed, "Nothing, man." Just thinking too much again, he thought.
Edge said, "You sure?"
Jeff nodded and said roughly, "I'm fine." Edge just nodded as he followed Bubba Ray down a dark, barely lit backstreet.
"Shit, I can't even see." Edge muttered.
Jeff shrugged. "Use your keen sense of sight, Edgeness."
Edge laughed hysterically. "Dude! No one's ever called me that!" Damn, my brother Christian isn't even that slick, he thought to himself.
Jeff bounced in the seat and giggled, "So wait, if you're Edgeness…I can be Jeffness!"
Edge laughed and said, "Dude! That totally reeks of awesomeness!"
Jeff grinned and said, "Edgeness and Jeffness, the brothers of awesomeness!"
Edge almost choked, he was laughing too damn hard. "Man, Jeff, you really crack me up."
Jeff shrugged, flipped a piece of blue hair away from his face, and said calmly, "I try."
In the car in front of them, Bubba Ray Dudley looked around and saw a bunch of cars parked on his street for some reason. Someone must be having a party, he thought to himself as he tried to avoid smashing into a brand new red Volkswagen Jetta. And they probably invited too many people. Just then, he got a sinking feeling in his stomach. Sure enough, there were way too many cars parked in front of the house he shared with his friends.
"Holy shit!" he yelled as he saw how many cars were parked there. "Dude, I am so yelling at Rocky for this!" Bubba Ray motioned for Edge to stop.
Edge looked over at Jeff and said, "Hmmm, wonder what this is about?"
Bubba Ray walked over to Edge's car and motioned for him to roll the window down. "Listen…it seems that my friend has invited too many people over…" – he growled – "so we're gonna have to park somewhere else in the meantime."
Edge nodded and said, "That's fine with me. It's your lead."
Bubba Ray hissed under his breath as he headed back to his car, "Rocky is definitely gonna hear about this."
Jeff looked at Edge and asked him, "Who's Rocky?"
Edge muttered as Bubba Ray turned the corner, "From what I hear, the most popular guy on campus." Jeff smiled as Edge followed Bubba Ray. I wonder what it's like to be popular, he thought to himself. Maybe I can ask him.
"Edge?" asked Jeff.
"Yeah?"
Jeff sighed. "We need girlfriends to be popular, don't we?"
Edge laughed. Man, Jeff has a lot to learn, he thought. "Jeff, dude…you don't. I'm serious." Jeff sighed and looked out the window. I think I'm gonna write some poetry when I get back to the apartment, he thought to himself. I feel quite miserable all of a sudden. Edge looked over at his friend and sighed louder. Jeff and I are having a long talk when we get back, he thought. Something's bugging him and I want to know what it is.
(Let's get away from the Rock's house for a few and see what's going on at campus…)
Back at campus, Triple H and Shawn Michaels were wondering where their roommates, Edge and Jeff, went off to.
"If I remember correctly, Edge said that their class was going to be over around 7:30 since it's the first day of school." Triple H began.
"Well now it's 8, so…where are they?" Shawn asked, tapping on the keyboard. Triple H, who was on the couch, looked up at the ceiling and thought for a minute or so. Shawn was looking over at him, waiting for an answer. I think I know, Triple H thought. "Hunter! Tell me!" Shawn demanded.
Triple H looked over at his friend and smirked, "I wouldn't be surprised if they ran into one of the Rock's people. You know how he is…he pretty much owns the campus."
Shawn laughed hysterically. "The Rock will never own this campus! I was here before he was!"
Triple H sighed, "Yeah, but he owns the people." In his own way, he thought. Shawn gave him a questioning look. He owns the people? My ass he does. No one owns me, he thought.
"Well, he does have a cult-like following around here. He has people in almost every grade. And as Edge and Jeff's roommates, we have a right to know where they are. So the question is, who could they be with?" Shawn asked.
"Well I know that the Rock is very good friends with Stone Cold." Triple H coughed. "But I haven't seen him around lately. There's a rumor going around that he quit school??"
Shawn's eyes went wide. "Nah, he wouldn't do that. He's probably still doing his annual tradition of not going to school on the first day. He'll be around, trust me."
Triple H got up from the couch and went to the refrigerator. "Hey Shawn, you want something to drink?" he asked.
"Yeah, grab me a Coke." Shawn replied. Triple H grabbed two Cokes and handed one to Shawn.
"Thanks, man."
"No problem." Triple H told his best friend as he popped the tab.
"Look, it's not that I have anything against the Rock or his people, it's just how they make people disappear for days at a time." Shawn told Triple H.
"Well, I haven't known the Rock long enough to know what he does, so…" Triple H trailed off.
Shawn took a sip of his Coke and said, "Well, you know what? Edge and Jeff can handle themselves. I have complete faith in them." Triple H gave Shawn a questioning look. Shawn nodded. "I mean it. Those two…they have potential." Triple H shrugged. Potential? What type of potential? Damn, Shawn, you confuse me sometimes, he thought.
"If you say so."
The two friends went back to doing their homework.
Upstairs from Triple H and Shawn's room, Stacy Keibler, Torrie Wilson, and Nidia were having a long discussion about nothing in particular.
Stacy, who was painting her toenails and nails a shimmery pink, said, "You know, Nidia, we should take you shopping sometime. You could learn a lot from us."
Nidia, who was eating some popcorn on the couch, smiled and said, "Really? You would?" Wow, no one has ever offered to take me shopping for new clothes before. I'm so used to hand-me-downs, she thought.
Stacy nodded. "Yeah. We can go tomorrow night."
Torrie, who was on the computer, looked at her watch and sighed, "Yeah, the mall's kind of closing soon, which reminds me…I need to get a job." Nidia's eyes went wide. She was lucky enough to get a work-study job at the campus at the library.
Stacy, who messed up her one nail, looked over at Nidia and asked, "Nidia, do you need a job or are you good?"
Nidia shook her head and said, "I'm good. I have one already. Work study." Stacy shrugged. Hmm, if I can't get a job at the mall, I might have to resort to getting a job like that, she thought. Nidia put some popcorn in her mouth and then realized that she was chewing on her long, curly brownish hair. "Pfffff!!" she said, making Torrie and Stacy laugh.
"Hun, that hair has got to go." Stacy laughed.
Nidia shrugged. "You're right, but I'm so used to it. It's been like this my whole life almost."
Torrie looked over at Nidia and said, "It's never too late for a makeover." And damn, do you need one, bad, she thought.
Just then, Stacy's cell phone rang. "Shit…uh…my nails are wet…errrr!" she said as she attempted to grab it. It fell on the floor, so Nidia ran over and held it up to Stacy's ear.
Stacy smiled over at Nidia, then said, "Hello?"
"Hey Stacy, it's Lance." She rolled her eyes, as she couldn't stand Lance Storm to begin with.
"What do you want?"
"Uhhh…" Lance trailed off. He was in the car with Terri, Debra, Test (who were all in the back), and Stone Cold (who was driving), on the way to the Rock's house. Lance had shotgun.
"Well, you obviously called me for a reason, and you kind of interrupted me, so what is so important that you had to interrupt me doing whatever I was doing?" Stacy snapped.
"We wanted to know if you and Torrie wanted to come over to the Rock's to help plan his party for Friday night." Lance managed to get out. Man, is Stacy a bitch, he thought, especially on the phone.
"Hmmm…how about…I'm busy?" Stacy said, attempting to paint her nails again, and trying not to knock Nidia over in the process.
Lance sighed. "You know Rocky likes you a lot." Stacy frowned. She liked the Rock, as well, but then again, most of the girls on campus wanted him, anyway.
"He does?" she asked, even though she knew what the answer was.
"Hell yeah, he does. Out of all the girls on campus, you're the one he wants the most." Lance replied. He looked around the car and heard Stone Cold, Terri, Test, and Debra snicker. They didn't really like Stacy all that much. But then again, she was the most popular girl at WWE University.
"So are you going to make an appearance or wait 'til Friday?" Lance asked her.
Stacy motioned for Nidia to put the phone down and said, "Torrie!"
Torrie looked over and asked, "What, the Rock wants you to come over and try to get some of his strudel again?" If there was one girl on campus that didn't like the Rock, it was Torrie.
Stacy giggled. "No, but we have a chance to make an appearance over there tonight."
Torrie rolled her eyes. "No, not tonight. I have to be up at 9."
Stacy motioned for Nidia to put the phone back to her ear, and said, "Listen, Lance, I'll just wait til Saturday. Talk to you later on."
"Alright, bye." Lance said as he hung up.
He looked over at Stone Cold and said, "Not tonight, man. Not tonight."
Terri and Debra laughed.
"Good," said Debra. "I don't want to put up with her or Torrie, anyway."
"And I'm sure Kevin doesn't want to, either." Terri added.
Stone Cold said, "What?! Stacy doesn't wanna come over to see her man?"
Lance rolled his eyes. "Stacy, Rocky isn't her man – yet. We've been working on that for how long now? A year or so?"
Stone Cold thought, It was way longer than that. "So now she's not gonna show up 'til Friday night? What?"
Lance nodded. "Yeah. She likes to torture her men." He snickered, as did Test. "You know, we still haven't moved in yet." Lance told his friends.
Stone Cold growled. "What? They're probably gonna put me with some stupid freshmen."
Test rolled his eyes. "Oh, that damn school can bite my ass."
Terri and Debra agreed with Test and Debra said, "Yeah, we're probably stuck with bitches we don't even know."
Terri said, "At least we're in the same building, Deb."
Debra nodded. "At least I won't have to run across campus to see you like I had to do last year."
"Yeah, I better not be rooming with that Molly girl again. I can't stand her." Terri said. She's way too pure for me, she thought. And I like to be bad. The thought of Molly being bad even makes me sick. Errrr.
"Yeah, and I don't want to be with Lilian, either. She's so sunshiny and cheery and shit that it's annoying. She's like a freakin' happy monster." added Debra. Test, Lance, and Stone Cold were laughing at their friends.
"You women bicker too much." Test told them, itching his nose. "Molly isn't that bad of a person. Neither is Lilian. You two hate almost every girl you run across."
Debra and Terri glared at Test, who was between them, and said, "Shut up." Test sighed. I hate being stuck between two bitchy women, he thought as Stone Cold made a turn.
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End of Chapter Three…