*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 Six – Confrontations*

Meanwhile, across campus, at the West Hall apartments, Stone Cold was sulking in his room. He had moved into the last room on the left the night before, and he wasn't really thrilled with his roommates. One of them, Kurt Angle, was a whiny freshman who only cared about being number one at everything – even over stupid things like being the first one out of the door in the morning. The second one, Billy Gunn, was a junior, and he had a steady boyfriend named Chuck Palumbo. Sure, Stone Cold had nothing against gays, but they made him a little uneasy. The last roommate, Christian Copeland, was a sophomore, and was always complaining that he was in his brother Edge's shadow. Stone Cold thought for a minute. Edge…why does that name sound familiar?, he thought as he paged through his calculus book. Just then, his cell phone rang. Damnit, who would be calling me at 1 in the afternoon? Don't my friends have anything better to do? I mean, hell, I'd be in class, but then again…screw it, he thought as he answered it.

"Hello?"

"Rattlesnake." Stone Cold blinked. He knew exactly who it was.

"Undertaker."

"So I heard about your little party that's going on Friday. How come I wasn't invited?" Stone Cold sighed. It's only this once, he thought. Just this once. "You still there?"

"Yes." Stone Cold growled. On the other end, Chris Jericho and Matt Hardy were being silenced by the Undertaker. He smiled to himself. He had pried the information out of them, and by damn, he was going to use it.

"You're friends with my brother. Why can't you be friends with me? Why can't you respect me like everyone else does, Rattlesnake?" Stone Cold growled. You've hurt most of my friends, that's why. I can't respect you. I never did, not after what you did to the Rock, he thought. The Undertaker snarled, making Matt and Chris jump. "If you won't answer me on the phone, then I'll just have to track you down." With that, he hung up.

Stone Cold muttered, "Stupid asshole!" and went back to paging through his calculus book.

Just then, Christian knocked at the door. Stone Cold muttered, "Damnit, what the hell do you want?!"

Christian blinked. "Dude, I was like, just wondering if you wanted to go to dinner later on with me and Billy?" Billy Gunn was standing next to Christian, smiling cheesily. Stone Cold took a look at the two of them and laughed.

"If you think that Stone Cold is gonna be seen with you, Mr. Valley Girl," – he pointed to Christian – "and you, Mister uh…blonde tan guy," – he pointed to Billy - "then you have another thing coming! What?! I said, you have another thing coming!" And with that, he shut his door.

Billy looked over at his roommate and shrugged. "Bad day, I guess." Christian coughed. Yeah, he doesn't seem that friendly to me, he thought. I should talk to Edge later on when I get the chance.

"You're telling me. Let's go and bug Kurt!" Sure enough, they went to his room across the hall and found the Olympic hero tapping his fingers impatiently on his desk.

"4 and 4 divided by 3 plus 8 minus 9 equals…wait, that's not it…no…damnit, I thought I had the answer!" Kurt was muttering to himself. He was attempting to start on his algebra homework, and the fact that he was so frazzled wasn't helping.

Christian and Billy smiled at each other and yelled at the same time, "Hey Kurt!" Kurt rolled his eyes. Great, now what do those two idiots want? Can't they see I'm trying to do my homework? I doubt they even care, he thought as he turned around.

"Yes? Can't you two idiots see that I'm attempting to do my homework here?" Kurt snapped at his roommates.

Billy blinked. "Damn, it seems that you and Stone Cold are both suffering from PMS today." Kurt coughed. Yeah, but at least I don't have a boyfriend, he thought as he tried to concentrate on the wall.

Christian asked, "Yeah, Kurt, what's your problem? I mean, Stone Cold is all acting evil, and now you are, and we want to know why!"

Billy nodded. "We care what is going on. We're gonna be living together for the next year, so…"

Kurt laughed. "Me, living with you? For the next year! I don't think so! I'm gonna try to move in somewhere else!" Christian shook his head. Man, this kid is such an idiot, he thought as he leaned against the door.

"Kurt, buddy, pal, listen. You are a freshman. I am a junior. Any questions?" Billy remarked, patting his short blonde hair.

Christian laughed at the look on Kurt's face. "Ha, ha, he got you good!"

Kurt shrugged. "I don't care if he did or not. I'm not gonna have to put up with you two for much longer, anyway."

Billy said, "And why is that?"

Kurt put down his pencil and said kind of loudly, "Well, uh, since Stone Cold can't stand either of us, he's going to housing and demanding to get another apartment." Billy and Christian looked at each other in surprise. Wow. So that's why he's mean to us, Christian thought, tapping his foot on the floor.

Just then, Stone Cold came barging in. "What?! What did you say, Kurt? You putting words in my mouth?"

Kurt turned red and said, "Uh, no, Stone Cold, I was just telling Billy and Christian here what you told me before." If there was one thing that Kurt Angle caused, it was trouble!

Billy said kind of nervously, "Uh, is it true?"

Stone Cold glared at Billy. "No. Not yet, anyway. I have to wait a week and see how things work out with you three. If I'm still not happy with it, then I get to go and get my room assignment changed."

Christian sighed. I wonder if Edge is faring any better. I haven't heard from him for a few days now, he thought. "I'll be back, guys. I need to make a call."

Billy nodded. "Okay, man."

Stone Cold laughed, "It's probably to one of his valley girls or something."

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While this was going on, the Undertaker was bugging Chris Jericho and Matt Hardy. Right after he had hung up the phone, the Undertaker was jumping down their throats about his all time favorite subject – respect. Matt shuddered. Oh, shit, here we go again, he thought as he looked at Chris. Chris sighed. Damnit, all I want to do is be with Steph, and I can't go anywhere with this asshole taunting me and my roommates like this, he thought. Damn me for living with him. But then again, I wasn't planning on this. I don't think anyone was.

"Now listen here, boys. When I say for you to tell me something, then I demand to know whatever it is. I don't care if it's about your mom or what – I want to know!" the Undertaker growled. Chris blinked. I'm glad RVD is in class, he thought. At least he's escaped his wrath for the time being.

Matt, who was leaning on the couch, asked nervously, "Uh, is it okay if I ask who you were talking to?" The Undertaker glared at Matt. Fuck, all I want to know is their business so I can ruin their lives, not so they can ruin mine, he thought.

"It is none of your business, boy. You hear me? None." Matt sighed. Damn, I need to either find another home or run away from campus. Either option is looking good right about now, he thought as he looked at Chris. Chris was pacing around the living room, trying to figure out how to deal with Steph's fear of his roommate, as well as how to keep their relationship from Shane.

The Undertaker's cell phone rang again. "The fuck? Hello?" he asked, annoyed as hell that the caller had interrupted one of his emotional draining sessions with his roommates.

"Fuck off." Stone Cold told him, and hung up. Shit, he's bringing this on himself, the Undertaker thought as he almost threw his phone across the room. Matt Hardy, you may be my first victim of the semester, but right now – Stone Cold, you're next!

The Undertaker hissed, "Motherfucking son-of-a-bitch! Your ass is mine!" Matt and Chris closed their eyes. Their roommate was going off, and was going to kick the living shit out of one of them if they didn't go somewhere else within the next few minutes or so.

Chris whispered to Matt, "Steph's dorm. NOW."

The Undertaker picked up on what they were doing and said, "Now wait just a minute. I didn't say you could leave." Matt groaned. Fucking hell, why can't he just leave us alone already? We're grown adults, we can handle ourselves, he thought as he sneakily headed for the door. You know what? I can just taunt them later, the Undertaker thought as he pushed Matt out of the way and headed out the door. The Undertaker had only one thing in mind – to kick Stone Cold's ass. The only thing Chris was thinking was that he was going to see Steph within the next ten minutes. I'm coming, Steph, Chris thought as he and Matt ran out the door.

Steph McMahon was in her bed, sulking. "What's wrong, hun?" Molly Holly, her roommate, asked, sitting on the edge of her bed.

Steph sighed and sat up. "Promise you won't tell anyone. Please. I can't let it get around." Shit, she can trust me, Molly thought as she pushed her cinnamon hair out of her eyes.

"I won't. What is it?"

Steph was almost in tears. "It's Chris Jericho…I'm his girlfriend now, and he rooms with the Undertaker, who is always putting him and his roommates down, and my brother can't stand him to begin with…" she babbled, trying to hold back the tears. Damnit, Steph, you're at it again, she thought to herself as she dabbed her eyes with her sheet. McMahons don't cry. Ha, yeah right. I'm the exception.

Molly got off of her bed and sat next to Steph. "Stephie. Listen. It's time that you realize that it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. The only thing that matters is what you think, okay?"

Steph sighed. "But Shane is always trying to protect me and stuff, and if I do something bad, then he tells my parents and I end up getting grounded and stuff."

Molly told her friend, "It's time that you grew some balls, Stephie. It's time to tell everyone to kiss your ass." Steph whined. How am I gonna possibly get more aggressive when I'm the most weakest person on the planet…er, I mean, I feel like I'm the weakest person on the planet?, she thought as she itched her leg.

"Molly, it just doesn't seem possible!"

Molly smiled. "Oh, it does. And it will happen, too, in good time. And trust me, no one will ever see you as Shane's annoying little sister anymore." Steph smiled at that thought. Yeah, that's what I'm always treated as, she thought.

"I'm not too sure about this…" Steph sighed.

Molly jumped off of Steph's bed. "Listen, if it can gain you more respect from people, then what can you possibly lose?"

Steph sighed. "My boyfriend, maybe?"

Molly shrugged. "So if you lose him, so what, it's no big deal." Molly was the type to not care if things didn't work out between her and her boyfriend. Steph, on the other hand, needed one or else, since she was so insecure.

Steph whined. "No big deal?! Molly, Chris is the first boyfriend I've had in a long time, and I'm not about to give him up!" Molly nodded. Well, I kind of see where she is going with this, she thought.

"Okay, I understand your concern. You're afraid that Chris isn't going to like the new aggressive you?"

Steph nodded. "Trust me, hun, being aggressive is one of the best things that you could possibly do. I mean, you told me your whole life story the other day. How everyone always pushed you around and whatnot. It's high time to realize that not everyone else controls your life – you do. And being aggressive is that first step in the right direction." Molly explained, leaning on her bed.

Steph shrugged. "It just seems so hard to do, though." Molly looked at her roommate. Yeah, it probably is gonna be hard on her, she thought.

"I know it is, but once you do it, you'll feel so much better about yourself and your life in general." Molly added with a smile. "So are you up for the challenge?"

Steph sighed. I might as well go for it, she thought. "Yes."

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Meanwhile, Chris Jericho and Matt Hardy made a stop at the Turnbuckle. It was almost 2 in the afternoon, and they still hadn't had any lunch due to the Undertaker's rantings, and their morning classes. They had their sandwiches and drinks in their hands, along with their student ID cards, but they were stuck in a long line. Chris rolled his eyes. Damn people, hurry up. I need to see my girlfriend, he thought. Matt scanned the dining area for RVD, his other roommate. I should tell him what the Undertaker is up to now, he thought as he focused on the area near the stairs. However, someone caught his attention - a woman with her red hair up in a ponytail, leaning against the railing. She was talking to a blonde, busty woman, with a huge smile. Matt smiled slightly. Damn, the redhead is hot as hell, he thought as he and Chris moved up in the line.

"Hey Matt, what are you looking at – oh, I see." Chris remarked, following his friend's glance.

"Who are they?" Matt asked, almost in a whisper.

"The blonde one is Trish, and the redhead is Lita." Chris told him. Matt smiled. Lita…what a pretty name, he thought dreamily. "Why do you ask?" Matt blinked. Chris had knocked him out of his thoughts.

"Oh, uh, I just wanted to know since they're both sexy as hell." Matt nodded.

Chris grinned. "Yeah, you have to give them that." Indeed, thought Chris. But I have Steph. She is all I need. Just then, Lita and Trish were heading over towards them. Matt's mouth dropped open, but then he closed it because he didn't want to be obvious.

"Chris, they're…"

Chris looked and elbowed his friend in the ribs. "Hey, Matt, looks like your magic is working." Matt laughed. That would be something that Jeff would say, he thought as Lita and Trish came closer.

"Trish, come on, I have class soon, and you know it takes forever for me to eat." Lita sighed as she caught up to her roommate.

"I know, Lita. Just let me grab a bag of chips and something to drink to get me through until dinner." Trish replied, her sandals clicking on the floor. They were now in front of the cooler, right across from where Chris and Matt were standing. "Hmmm, what to get today…" Trish mused as she looked over the choices. Lita rolled her eyes as she looked at her watch – it said 1:55. Sure, Trish was a good roommate, and friend, at that, but it was just that she was so indecisive.

Chris, who was watching the whole scenario, looked at Matt and whispered, "Hey, man, introduce yourself."

Matt stared at Chris incredulously and mouthed, "No way, they're both too hot for me!"

Chris mouthed back, "But jackass, you'll never know until you try!" Matt sighed. Fuck, they're both beautiful…especially that Lita girl. Wow, he thought. How am I supposed to introduce myself when I'm stuck in a long ass line?

He looked back at Chris and mouthed, "How?"

Chris smiled and mouthed, "I'll buy your food. Just go for it, man!" Matt cleared his throat. He was never really comfortable around the female gender, but he had to admit, he was much better with then than his brother Jeff was.

"Uh…hi?" Matt managed to get out. Wow, a Southern drawl! I love those in a guy, Trish thought as she turned around and smiled at the tall, black-haired man in front of her.

"Hi, cutie. Doesn't it suck to be waiting in that line?" Matt blushed a little. Wow, the one called Trish is talking to me, he thought. And she called me a cutie! Chris, who was laughing in his head, thought, Score one for Matt! Trish nudged Lita and said, "Right, Lita?"

Lita was too busy deciding whether to get an iced tea or a milk. "Uh…I guess." she muttered, without interest. Trish sighed. Damnit, Lita, there's a really hot guy waiting in line, and I want you to see him, she thought as she tried to get Matt Hardy into Lita's line of vision. As if on cue, Lita accidentally dropped her iced tea on the floor. YES!, Trish thought excitedly. "Fuck." Lita muttered, bending over to pick it up.

"No, let me get it." a soft voice told her.

She watched as the hand picked it up, and handed it to her. "Thanks…" Lita said as she looked up into the deep brown eyes of Matt Hardy. Holy shit, she thought. A really hot boy just picked up my iced tea? Is this really happening?? Matt had a huge smile on his face. Wow, she's more beautiful up close, he thought as Chris dragged him closer to the cash register. Hey, that's Chris Jericho next to him! Maybe he can introduce us, Trish thought.

Trish said, "Chris! What's up?"

Chris nodded to her and said, "Not much. Just trying to get used to being back in school here."

Trish laughed. "I hear ya." She motioned to Matt. "Why don't you introduce us to this dashing young man next to you in line?" Lita almost howled. Oh my God, she called that guy "dashing!" How embarrassing, she thought as she tried to keep from laughing.

Chris smiled. "Why, sure. Anything for you, Trish." He looked at the two women and said, "Lita, Trish, this is Matt Hardy."

Matt smiled as he held out his hand. "Hi." Trish shook it and nodded, grinning the whole time. Lita shook it next and held it there for a few seconds. Matt was gazing into Lita's eyes intently. Man, I have to have this girl for myself, he thought as Chris was paying for both of their food. Lita smiled back. I have to get to know this Matt guy better, she thought as Trish snuck behind Matt in line.

"Hey Matt, let's go!" Chris yelled to his friend as he shoved his food in his face. Matt blinked. Damnit, he thought as he let go of Lita's hand. Trish motioned for Lita to sneak in line behind her, which she gladly did, much to the chagrin of the kids behind her.

"Sorry." she mouthed to them.

Matt took one last look at Lita, with Chris dragging him away. "Chris," he said breathlessly, "I think we've found a winner."

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End of Chapter Six…