*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 Fourteen – Back at Campus…*

 (It is now the weekend after the party – and heading into the second week of school.)

Edge was in his room on Saturday afternoon, studying his Biology notes. Even though he was quite tired after the Rock's party, he went to sleep as soon as he, Triple H, Jeff, and Shawn Michaels got back to the apartment (which was around 4 AM). Nidia, who was also with them, fell asleep in the car on the way back from the party. Edge laughed. When Torrie had let him and Shawn in to take Nidia to her bed, she didn't wake up at all. It was like she was already passed out, he thought. Must've been all the drinks she had. When Edge woke up at noon, he immediately started studying his Biology. He was told by quite a few people that Professor Finkel was quite possibly the hardest Bio teacher there ever was, especially for Bio Lab. Too bad I'm stuck with a prick in my lab group, but hey, at least I got two hot chicks to talk to, he thought. Edge was in a lab group with Christopher Nowinski, Dawn Marie Rinaldi, and Victoria Varon. He didn't really like Nowinski much because of his know-it-all attitude, but he got along with the two girls just fine. The only thing he hated about his Bio Lab was that it was at 9 in the morning on Tuesdays. That's definitely gonna kill me, Edge thought as he turned the page of his notebook. I'm hardly a morning person at all, and yet, I'm forced to be one for the semester. Just then, there was a knock at his door.

Edge groaned as he stretched his arms. "Jeffness?" He could tell it was him – he had a shy, kind of quiet knock, plus the fact that Triple H and Shawn were probably still asleep in their rooms.

"Uh…I just wanted to know if you wanted to uh, head down to lunch?" Jeff asked nervously through the door.

Edge got up and peeked outside his door, and saw Jeff's dark red and yellow striped hair. "Yeah, I guess so, dude. Give me like, five minutes to get my shoes on."

Jeff nodded, leaned against the doorway, and sighed loudly. "Right." Jeff was still worried about his older brother Matt after what went on at the party the night before. I hope he's alright, he thought. He's probably still over there, knowing him and Jericho. Jeff shook his head. Jericho. He's such a bad influence, at least I think so. But I could be wrong on that. We haven't even been in school long enough, and I have yet to figure him out. I hope Matty didn't forget that it was my birthday today, too. I'd be really mad if he did. I mean, I only turn 18 once.

Edge looked up at Jeff, and asked, "You okay, dude?"

Jeff jumped and added shakily, "Yeah, uh, I'm fine, man. I'm just thinking about stuff. Let's go eat." I'm far from fine though. I mean, I should definitely call Matty later on when I get the chance, just to make sure he's alright. He really has me worried about him, and I need to see if he remembered, Jeff thought as Edge locked the door to the apartment.

"You sure you're alright, man?" he asked Jeff, who nodded.

"Yeah."

Edge shook his head. I didn't forget his birthday. I should ask Shawn and Hunter if they have any plans for later. But something is obviously worrying Jeff…probably Matt, he thought as the two of them made the long trek to the cafeteria, for it was at least a 10 minute walk from where they lived on campus.

Triple H woke up about 20 minutes after Jeff and Edge left for lunch. He rolled out of his bed and checked his cell phone. "What the hell? Why do I have a voice message?" he wondered aloud as he checked who it was. Even though he was the Game, not that many people on campus knew his cell phone number, so it obviously left him confused. It turned out to be Stone Cold, asking if he, Shawn, Edge, and Jeff wanted to stay at the house for the weekend, since it was Labor Day weekend.

Triple H furrowed his brow. "Hmm, that's a tough decision, man. I mean, do I go home and get money, or do I hang up here with my friends?" He pulled a black T-shirt over his head and laughed, "Maybe I should ask Shawn. He usually makes the right decisions." He looked at the clock on his dresser – it said 12:45. Shit, I already missed lunch, Triple H thought. I hope there is something in the fridge for me to eat. But then again, maybe there isn't. I'll have to look.

At this time, Shawn woke up and mumbled to himself. Damnit. I need to wake up, but I don't know why, he thought as his eyes drifted to his alarm clock. Ah, that explains it.  Lunchtime. Wonder if there is anything around to really eat, though. He rolled out of his bed and stumbled into the kitchen, where he found Triple H digging around in the cupboards for food.

"Hunter, what the hell are you doing?" Shawn asked his best friend.

Triple H looked back at Shawn and smirked, "What do you think I'm doing, Shawn? Digging for a million dollars?" Shawn had to laugh. That's my Hunter, the smartass, he thought.

"Listen, Hunter, I'm out of cigarettes, and I need to pick up more. So are you willing to go off campus?"

Triple H looked at Shawn and shrugged. "Yeah, sure. I actually wanted to stop at Wendy's since we have nothing here."

Shawn nodded. "Obviously."

"Oh yeah, today is Jeff's birthday." Triple H reminded him.

Shawn smiled. "He's what, legal now? Let's drag him to the strip club!" He did a stripper dance around the living room, which made Triple H laugh.

"Nah, Shawn, he doesn't even understand the opposite sex. He's not Matt. I was thinking we go over to Stone Cold's and go from there."

Shawn nodded. "Good idea."

"Oh, and you'll never guess who left me a voice mail." Triple H continued, stretching his arms. Shawn smirked. Stone Cold. I would know since I gave him your number, man, he thought. I don't know why I thought I was on Stone Cold's bad side, so hey, I'm gonna take advantage. He could be helpful with many of my schemes.

"Who?"

"Stone Cold." Triple H replied. He looked Shawn in the eye. "Was that your doing?"

Shawn shrugged. "I don't know…psych, yeah it was." The two friends laughed.

"Let's get a little more decent and we can go for a drive." Triple H told Shawn as he headed to his room.

"Alright." Shawn smiled. I'm happy now since I'm gonna get my cigarettes. Thank God. I was gonna go crazy without them, he thought as he combed his hair in the bathroom.

Across campus, Molly Holly was at the computer in her dorm room in North Hall, trying to type her English paper that was due the next week. However, she couldn't stop worrying about her roommate, Steph McMahon. She hasn't gotten back here yet...I wonder where she could be, Molly thought as she typed a few more sentences. Probably out with that Chris Jericho. Molly shook her head. She believed that he was a bad influence on anyone he hung out with. I'm afraid of what he's going to do to Stephie. I've seen it happen. I should know. Molly knew Jericho's bad ways since her ex-boyfriend Hurricane lived with him last year. Some of the stuff he tried to get Shane to do…just didn't sit well with me, she thought. I'm surprised he didn't give in to the pressure. She got out of the chair and looked out the window. Her other roommate, Terri Runnels, she could give a damn less about.  She hadn't even been to the room yet. It figures that I have to put up with that bitch again this year, Molly thought as she saw how few cars were in the North Hall parking lot. I thought I was done dealing with her, but I guess not. There's ways around her, though. Maybe I can move. She sighed. I really don't want to do that, though. Stephie and I get along great, and I don't want to leave her alone with Terri. Just then, the phone rang, knocking Molly out of her thoughts of getting even with Terri.

"Who the hell could that be?" she wondered aloud as she made her way to the phone. It rang again. "Geez, hold on a second!" She picked it up and leaned against the wall. "Hello?"

"Hi Molly." She recognized the voice on the other end. Shane, she thought. What the hell do you want??? And why are you calling me now??

"Hi Hurricane. What do you want?"

Hurricane, who was in his room at South Hall, said, "Well, I was at the Rock's party last night…"

Molly rolled her eyes and snapped, "Get to the point." Molly had a thing for not going to parties or being a part of the social scene, at that. And she was also one of the few women on campus who could not stand the Rock, due to his sex drive.

Hurricane sighed. "Listen to me, Molly, okay? Well, your roommate was there and…" Molly shook her head. I should've known, she thought. I knew Jericho was a bad influence! "She was wasted off her ass, man! Totally fubared!"

Molly growled, "And what about you, Mr. Helms?"

Hurricane said matter-of-factly, "I didn't touch a drop of alcohol." He paused. "And then just when I was about ready to leave, I hear my best friend is wasted and high off of his ass, as well."

Molly blinked in surprise and asked cautiously, "Matt?"  She had gone out with Matt for a short time after Hurricane and she had broken up.  It ended up wreaking havoc between the three of them that she didn't mean to cause, and she still felt bad about it to this day. 

Hurricane continued, "Yes. He knows that's not my thing. If it's his, that's great…but I really don't remember him touching it before." Molly heard a loud sigh. Wow, Matt Hardy doing that…I never would've guessed, she thought. He was always a very moral guy.

"Well, Shane, sometimes the people you understand tend to get into some bad habits." Molly explained to her ex-boyfriend.

Hurricane then almost whispered into the phone, "I don't have any bad habits, Molly." Molly shrugged. That's bullshit, Shane, she thought. You were always flaking on our plans!

"Yeah, well, I'm still trying to understand why you were treating me the way you did last year."

Hurricane then said harshly, "Because you went out with my best friend.  But that was last year, okay? This is a new year. That's not me anymore." Molly was getting irritated, as she was pacing around the room with the cordless phone to her ear. I should just hang up on him. Ex-boyfriends are always a pain in the ass, she thought.

"Well then, what is you?"

Hurricane sighed. Damnit Molly, every time I try to get close to you again, you have to get all bitchy with me, he thought. What's up with that? "I gotta go." He hung up, thinking, what I wouldn't do to have her back with me. I guess I just gotta try a little harder. Molly just groaned and went back to typing her paper.

At the West Hall apartments, Kurt Angle was running around the apartment looking frantically for money. His frantic running around woke up his roommate, Christian. "Damn, Kurt, what is up with you today? Why are you running around the apartment like this?" he asked, scratching his head.

Kurt looked at Christian and sighed, "I can't lose that money. It has to last me all semester!"

Christian sat on the couch and asked, "Well, what is it in?"

"An envelope." Kurt said, "A yellow one." Hmmm, that's good then. That'll make it stand out, Christian thought as he got up and helped Kurt look around the apartment for it. Billy Gunn bounded into the kitchen a few minutes later with his boyfriend, Chuck Palumbo.

"What are you guys looking for?" asked Billy as he headed for the cupboard above the sink.

Chuck sat on the couch and remarked, "Oooh, this is a nice couch. Nicer than the one I have in my apartment." Kurt and Christian looked at each other, for they knew exactly what Chuck was implying.

"Uhh, I still haven't found that envelope, Kurt." Christian said uneasily. I don't have anything against gays, but I don't like the fact that Chuck is checking me out, he thought as he avoided bending over in his search.

Kurt did the same, but when he went into his room, he yelled, "Yes, I found it!"

Billy, who grabbed a box of Fruit Loops for him and Chuck, was confused. "What are you looking for, for the millionth time?"

Christian smiled wearily at Billy and said, "Oh, Kurt lost some envelope that had some really important stuff in it, that's all."

"Ah, that's cool. At least he found it, you know?" Christian nodded and went to Kurt's room. Man, for some reason, Billy and Chuck just freak me out, he thought as he went down the small hallway.

Christian closed the door as soon as he got in and whispered, "Is it just me, or was Chuck checking us out?"

Kurt nodded. "Oh, I noticed that, it's true, it's damn true." He smiled at the small yellow envelope on his desk. "It was on here all along, stupid me." Christian shook his head and had to laugh, for he was just as forgetful about things that he owned. "But yeah, he definitely was, and it was scaring me. That's why I came in here." Kurt added. "Thank God for these door locks."

Christian nodded. "I agree on that, man." He looked around Kurt's room: a big, navy blue blanket thrown on his bed; a big Dragonball Z poster on the wall; a chess set shoved on his dresser; and an empty milk carton on the floor. Hmm, I guess that I should use this time to get to know Kurt better since uh, Billy and Chuck obviously want to be alone, Christian thought as he pulled up the chair from Kurt's desk. But wow, his room is so boring and dorky. I so gotta change that! "So Kurt, I'm assuming you like milk?"

Kurt nodded furiously. "Oh yeah, I drink milk a lot of the time. It's my favorite drink." Christian smiled. Oh yeah, definitely reeking of dorkitude, he thought. I wonder what Edge would think if I told him that? He thought of how his brother had reacted to Kurt in the computer lab a few days before. Yeah, total dorkitude. At least I got Kurt to quit carrying around his gold medal with him everywhere. I guess that's a big accomplishment. Kurt looked at the chess set on his dresser. "Hey Christian, you up for some chess?"

Christian furrowed his brow. "Chess?" Man, that's another thing, he thought. I need to teach Kurt the ways of reeking of awesomeness. Teaching him how to play some better games would be a good start. "Nope, Kurt, I'm gonna teach you how to play a better game."

Kurt pouted. "What?"

Christian smiled. "You heard me. You have a deck of cards?"

Kurt nodded slowly, as he fumbled around in his desk. "I really wanted to play chess, though."

Christian rolled his eyes. "Come on, Kurt, I'm willing to teach you something new, and besides, God knows what Billy and Chuck are doing out there."

Kurt coughed, and handed Christian the deck of cards. "You're right…I don't want to know what they're doing."

Christian shuffled the deck of cards and remarked, "Exactly."

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End of Chapter Fourteen…