*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 Ten – You Gotta Fight For Your Right to Party (Pt. 1)*

(Finally, the party has started at the Rock's!)

"Ah, this is the life." Booker T smiled as he chugged back a bottle of Miller Genuine Draft.

His best friend, Shane McMahon, was sitting next to him, drinking a Bacardi Silver. "Indeed it is, my friend." And I get to flirt with all the hot chicks on campus, heh heh heh, he thought giddily. Kevin Nash was in his bedroom, arguing with Bubba Ray on the phone about what other alcohol to buy at the liquor store in town, and the Rock was in the kitchen making sure there was enough food to go around. Brock Lesnar was also in the kitchen, and was setting up the alcohol in the refrigerator and in coolers, at the Rock's insistence.

"Rocky, where does this go?" Brock asked as he held up a bottle of Mike's Hard Lemonade.

The Rock raised an eyebrow and said, "Eh, put that with the Bacardi Silvers in the red cooler." Brock nodded and did as he was told. Life was exciting ever since he had moved in to the Rock's, er, Kevin's house. It is Kevin's uncle's house though, he thought to himself as he put some more bottles of Mike's Hard Lemonade into the cold ice. I never did understand why the Rock calls it his house. Probably because of the popularity factor. The Rock grabbed a few bags of pretzels and potato chips and poured them into huge red bowls. Man, just what I need, a party, he thought happily. The Rock loves throwing parties. Especially the kind where he can get some pie. That reminds me... He looked quizzically at Brock. "Is Stacy on her way here?"

Brock, who was putting the last of the Mike's Hard Lemonade into the cooler, replied, "I'm pretty sure, but she won't be here 'til late. She has a job now."

The Rock pouted. "She has a what?!"

Brock fixed the ice in the cooler and said, "A job. Ya know, where you make money and shit?" The Rock thought for a minute. Where in the hell would a girl like her get a job? Well, I can always ask her whenever she gets here.

 Just then, the doorbell rang. "Finally, the first guests have arrived!" the Rock announced as he made a beeline for the living room to see who they were. It was RVD, Matt Hardy, and Chris Jericho, along with Steph McMahon. Steph was glaring at her brother, Shane, on the couch. It's because of you that I have to hide my feelings for Chris, she thought as Shane smiled wearily at her. She's been hanging with that Chris Jerkass a little too much lately, he thought to himself. But who cares about that right now when a kickass party is about to start?

 "Sis." Shane said, after taking yet another swig of his Bacardi Silver.

Steph smiled, and fixed her long, dark purple skirt. "Hi, Shane, Booker."

Booker T nodded from the couch. "What's up, sucka?" Chris, who was trying not to make it seem like he and Steph were actually together, nodded at Shane and Booker T, as well. Damn, this charade of just being friends with Steph is gonna be hard to keep up. Eventually Shane's gonna figure us out, and he won't be too happy, I'm sure, he thought as he closed the door behind him. Matt and RVD, however, headed straight for the kitchen because they were hungry.

"Yes, pretzels!" Matt exclaimed as he shoved some in his mouth.

RVD nodded in agreement. "I'll need these whenever I get the munchies later." Matt looked at RVD in question, and then he finally realized what his roommate had said. His dark brown eyes went wide with disbelief.

"Wait. You didn't!"

RVD pulled a small plastic bag out of his back pocket and grinned as if he had just won the lottery. "Oh, but I did!" Matt coughed. Hmmm, maybe he'll let me hit some later, he thought. I can't let Jeff see me doing it, though, because he'll tell Dad! Brock, who was drinking a shot of Captain Morgan's, looked at the bag, wide-eyed, and tried to contain his laughter. Holy shit, it's a bag of weed, he thought to himself.

The Rock saw the commotion and laughed, as well. "Yep, we got plenty more where that came from." Thanks to our good friends Scott Hall and X-Pac, he thought to himself as he headed back into the living room.

The Rock looked at Chris and Steph – Chris was on the recliner, and Steph was on the arm of it - and raised his eyebrow. "So, what's been up with you two lately?" Chris shrugged. Wow, the Rock himself is talking to me…should I be scared? And there's the fact that Steph's asshole brother is in the room, he thought to himself.

"Not much. I'm just glad I got through the first week of school in one piece." Chris replied. And I mean that in more ways than one, he thought as he smiled at Steph.

Shane, who was already feeling a little tipsy, drawled, "Yeah, I know what you mean. I've had to drag myself to class every damn day this week."

Chris blinked. "Yeah, everyone has had to do that this week." He then thought, Yeah, Shane O is getting drunk real fast. Should be interesting. Maybe I can convince him that I'm not that bad after all.

The Rock said, "That's good, though. Do you want anything to drink?"

Chris nodded. "Yeah."

The Rock dragged him off the recliner and said, "Well, help yourselves…we got a lot of stuff, because we're expecting a shitload of people!"

Booker T added, "I think you'll like the selection, suckas!" Steph followed her boyfriend slowly into the kitchen, while the Rock leaned on the doorway.

She looked up at Matt, RVD, and Brock at the table giggling at RVD's bag of weed. "Uh, hi, guys."

"Hey." Brock said, still giggling.

"Wait a second…you're all gonna smoke that??" Chris asked his two roommates.

RVD nodded. "Of course." Chris looked at Matt. Surely Matt Hardy wouldn't stoop down to RVWeed's level, he thought.

"What about you?"

Matt shrugged. "I'm not sure yet, I mean, I've never done it before." Okay, so I was wrong, Chris thought as he opened the refrigerator.

What he saw in there made him utter, "Holy shit!" In it, there were two huge bottles each of Jack Daniel's, Southern Comfort, Skyy Vodka, and Captain Morgan's. On the second shelf, there were two huge trays of red, green, and orange jello shots. And on the bottom was two bottles of Pepsi and Coca Cola. Chris looked at the Rock in disbelief. "Man, you guys went all out for this thing, didn't you?"

The Rock nodded. "Yeah, but then again, Bubba Ray is bringing in more."

Chris just mouthed, "Wow." Steph looked at the three coolers on the kitchen floor, and saw many bottles and cans of Miller Genuine Draft, Mike's Hard Lemonade, Bacardi Silver, Coors Light, and Yuengling Lager in them. Oh man, she thought. A shitload of alcohol. Cha ching. She heard Shane and Booker T talking on the couch, getting ever drunker by the minute, and thought, Hey, if Shane can do it, I can do it too!

"Hey Chris, can you grab me a bottle of Mike's Hard Lemonade?"

Chris smiled at his girlfriend and said, "Yep. I was gonna grab a MGD."

Steph made a face. "I don't like beer."

"Then Mike's it is!" Chris laughed as he handed his girlfriend a bottle. "Let's uh, settle in there, huh?" he remarked, pointing to the living room. He glared at RVD and Matt. "I'll deal with you two later."

RVD laughed. "Okay, then, Chrissy!" Chris groaned. Shit, now he's calling me Chrissy, he thought as he went back to the recliner. What's next? The doorbell rang again, and this time, it was an annoyed Trish, with Lita, Jackie, and Linda in tow.

Shane asked, "Aw, Trish, come sit next to me and tell me what's wrong!"

Trish blinked. "Uh, I'd rather not, seeing as you're well on your way to being drunk off your ass."

 Lita laughed at her roommate. "Good one." Trish shrugged. I'm so annoyed at Jackie and Linda, she thought to herself. It's just best to stay away from me for the rest of the night.

"Go run off, or something…stay away from me, at least for the time being."

"Yeah, yeah." Jackie muttered as she went in search of the Rock.

Linda, meanwhile, was already sitting next to Booker T on the couch. "Hey there." she smiled.

Booker T grinned back at her. "Hey, sucka." The two got into a conversation.

"Holy shit, they got Bacardi Silver!" Jackie yelled from the kitchen.

Steph groaned. "Oh God."

Chris looked at his girlfriend and asked, "What?"

Steph replied, "It's that annoying Jackie girl that I was telling you about. She's in my psychology class." And I heard she's a real slut, too, she thought to herself.

Chris fixed her hair and told her, "Don't worry, Steph. Just try to avoid her."

Steph muttered, "Well, that's kind of hard right now, since not everyone has arrived yet." And she better lay off of Chris, she thought to herself as the doorbell rang again. This time, it was William Regal, Chris Nowinski, Mark Henry, Rikishi, and Chris Benoit.

"Benoit!" Booker T yelled from the couch. "What are you doing here, sucka?!"

Benoit shrugged as he closed the door. "Something to do."

"I'm terribly famished. Where are the drinks?" Regal asked Booker.

"In the kitchen, sucka!" he replied. Chris Nowinski and Mark Henry followed him there.

Rikishi started dancing around in the living room, making Steph laugh. "Come on, you all need some tunes!" he told everyone. And with that, he started digging into Shane's huge CD collection, which was all arranged on three huge CD towers.

"Hey, put on some Snoop Doggy Dogg." Booker T suggested.

"Nah, Notorious B.I.G. is the man." Shane muttered.

"No, damnit, Snoop Doggy Dogg, sucka!" Booker T argued.

Rikishi looked up at Linda and said, "It's up to her."

Linda shrugged. "Put on some Puff Daddy."

"Puff Daddy?!" Booker T coughed. "Man, he sucks, sucka!"

Shane shrugged and took another sip of his Bacardi Silver. "He's not that bad."

Rikishi smiled at Linda and said, "Puff Daddy it is." He put the CD into the stereo system by the TV and put it up to the volume where you could at least hear it as background music.

"Where's the damn Guerreros at?" Booker T interjected. Eddie and Chavo Guerrero, along with Jacqueline, lived together in an apartment on the other side of town.

Rikishi replied, "Jaqueline and them went home this weekend."

Shane yelled, "Sucks for them! And Puff Daddy sucks ass." Shane continued to argue with Booker T over why Puff Daddy sucked, while Linda was getting more bored by the minute. Man, why can't they argue over something interesting, like why Tyson Beckford would win in a wrestling match against Vin Diesel, she thought to herself.

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End of Chapter Ten…