*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 15 – The Aftermath*

The sunlight streamed through the windows of the kitchen, waking Kane up almost instantly. Ow, my neck hurts…I wonder why, he thought. He slowly looked around him, and felt the hardness of a wooden chair at his back. What the hell, I'm still in the kitchen? I fell asleep in a chair? Damn. I should see what the rest of the house looks like. He usually did this after every party that the Rock threw, just to make sure that things were okay with everyone. I need to find out what time it is first.  He looked at the wooden clock above the sink. 12:30!  I guess I'll check on everyone else.

Kane slowly walked into the living room and had to laugh. It looked kind of like a battlefield: bodies lying everywhere – on the floor and on the couch. Also, there were empty bottles of alcohol and beer cans scattered about, with potato chips and pretzel crumbs crushed into the dark red carpet. Kane quietly tiptoed over Scott Hall, Raven, Chris Benoit, and William Regal, who had all fallen asleep or passed out in the same area. He looked to the corner of the room - Rikishi, Mark Henry, and Christopher Nowinski were all passed out, as well.

"I wonder who else is around?" Kane wondered aloud as he saw Shane McMahon and Booker T passed out on opposite sides of the couch. Linda was at Booker T's feet, and Chris Jericho and Steph were still on the recliner. "Maybe I should check on Matt Hardy first…nah, I'll check on Rocky." Kane murmured as he watched everyone sleep. He smiled to himself. They all look like a bunch of preschoolers taking their nap, he thought. He then headed over towards the Rock's room, which was right outside the living room. Even though Kane was a freak like his brother, people respected and listened to him, and he watched over them, as well. Kane listened in, and carefully opened the door to the Rock's room.

What he saw didn't surprise him – the Rock and Stacy Keibler were in bed, sleeping together, and Jackie was on the floor, drooling on a soft cushion from the couch. Kane shook his head and had to laugh. Man, Rocky's sex drive must drive all the women up here insane…to the point of them passing out in his room, he thought. He's been with a shitload of girls on campus. I wonder how Stacy feels about that. Kane looked on the floor and his eyes rested on the gray cushion that Jackie was sleeping on.

"Aha! So that's where that went to." Kane laughed. Jackie started to stir. Who the fuck am I hearing that is interrupting my sleep? I mean, hell, I feel like shit, and I have a raging headache, and my head is throbbing like fuck, she thought as she rolled over and groaned in the process. She opened her eyes wearily, saw Kane, and was about ready to scream, but Kane put his huge hand on her mouth.

"Shhh."

Oh my God, this dude is scary! And I can't see for shit…I must be hungover! I want out, she thought as she tried to put the cushion over her head. I want out, I want out…where's Rocky or Shane when you need them? And what is up with this guy's mask thing, anyway?

"Wh-what do you want from me?" Jackie asked. "I'm just a freshman, you know, and I don't really know too many people, and…"

Kane shook his head. "Calm down. I'm just walking around the house making sure that no one is dead. That's all."

Jackie blinked. "D-dead?" Hmm, maybe I shouldn't come over here anymore, she thought. Especially if there is gonna be dead people around.

"Yeah. Don't want the cops busting in on our parties, now, do we?" Kane chuckled. Jackie nodded shakily. The sight and presence of Kane made her quite nervous.

"I guess. Where's Rocky?" Jackie asked nervously. Kane sighed. If I tell her, I will hurt her, he thought. But damnit, she needs to know.

"Listen uh…either way, if I tell you where he is, it'll hurt you." Kane replied with a serious look on his face.

Jackie sniffed, and then her eyes went wide. "What?"

"You heard me. Look in that bed." Jackie sighed and attempted to get up. She fell back on her side.

"Oww."

Kane smirked. "Are you hungover?"

Jackie scoffed. "Well, obviously. That would explain why-"

Kane cut her off. "You don't need to get attitude with me. Do you have any idea who my brother is?"

Jackie laughed. "And who is that?"

"The Undertaker." Kane replied matter-of-factly. Jackie's eyes went wide in fear. Oh my God, she thought. He's…he's his brother?! Now I really want out of here! Kane motioned for Jackie to get up again and she actually succeeded the next time she did it. When she saw the Rock and Stacy in bed together, Jackie felt a sharp pain in her stomach, as well as her head. Maybe Trish was right.  Maybe the Rock only wants sex. But still, he's too hot to give up on. Jackie tried to close her eyes and not see what she was seeing in front of her at that moment. Kane sighed. She's hurt, and I know it, he thought to himself as he knelt down next to her. Jackie started to cry, the tears rolling down her face.

"Wh-what the hell? I mean, he was flirting with me last night, and I thought he wanted me! He said I was pretty cute and funny and…" Jackie blubbered on. Kane sighed. I guess I gotta deal with another one of Rocky's rejects, he thought. Oh how I hate doing that, too. At least I'm good with making them all feel better, but how come I can never get one of his rejects for myself?

Kane picked Jackie up, and she tried to scream, but Kane again put his hand over her mouth. "Shhhhh. Trust me on this, okay?" All Jackie could do was nod, for she was emotionally and physically numb.

In Bubba Ray Dudley's bedroom upstairs, Lita and Matt Hardy were asleep. Lita was lying on Matt's heaving chest still, while Matt was hogging the rest of the bed. Bubba Ray quietly opened the door and smiled to himself. Damn Hardy boy, you think you got the hookup much, he thought. Lucky bastard. You didn't even do a damn thing. Wait until I tell your brother that you have a potential girlfriend on your hands! I wonder what Jeff's reaction to that will be!

Bubba Ray surveyed his room with the red and black décor - the shiny black desk which held a picture of him and his brothers Devon and Spike sticking their tongues out at the camera taken a long time ago; the expensive stereo system in the corner that was painted shiny black to match his bed; the blood red walls, which were plastered with pictures of Playboy Bunnies and 90's rock bands; the black leather chair in front of the computer; the black velour curtains streaked with shiny red foil; the black carpet which hid many beer and food stains.

He laughed. This was supposed to be Kane's room, though. Then he decided to not live here after all. But I'm not complaining about the red walls or anything. It's better than the boring brown I used to have in my old room. He sighed. Hopefully I'm able to sleep in my own bed tonight, though…I don't think Stone Cold was too happy that I had to share a room with him and Debra last night while they were trying to get it on for the millionth time. Oh well. Bubba Ray grabbed his thick red blanket from his floor and gently put it over the sleeping Matt and Lita. That's better, I think. He smiled at the sight and silently closed the door. On his way downstairs, he heard the muffled crying of Jackie in the kitchen.

(About a half hour later…)

Lita stretched out her arm, and ended up hitting Matt accidentally in the face.

"Oww." Matt grumbled as he rolled over, taking Lita's arm with him.

She opened her eyes and blinked. Damn, I'm not surprised that I'm confused as hell here, she thought. That is just normal for me in the morning. Her eyes focused on the bright red blanket that Bubba Ray had put on the two of them. Where'd that blanket come from? I don't remember it being here last night, Lita thought. Oh well. Her eyes then drifted to Matt's stomach, which was heaving up and down slowly. Lita then remembered the events that had transpired the night before. Whoa, whoa. I'm in a bed with Matt Hardy, and I hardly even know the first thing about him, she thought. And him pinning my arm under him is definitely hurting me like hell.

"Matt?" He didn't move. "Maaattttt." Lita said in a sing-songy voice. Her arm was starting to tingle. He blinked. Damnit, I was having a good dream, he thought. It involved uh…kangaroos and cheese. And you were there too. Lita grinned evilly. Well, if that isn't going to wake you up, then I know what will, she thought. With her free arm, she tickled his stomach and waited for a response. Matt gasped. Shit, he thought. She found my ticklish spot, and now she's gonna use it against me. Noooo! I can't let her know that she's tickling me and uh, kinda…turning me on at the same time, though. Lita pouted. No effect on him whatsoever. Damn. I know what I can do now, she thought as she slowly got up and tugged on his long, curly black hair with her free hand. Matt tried to stifle back a grin, but it didn't work.

"Aha, I got you now!" Lita giggled in victory.

"What do you want, now that you have woken me up?" Matt said quietly.

"Can you uh, move so I can get my arm out from under you? It's kinda falling asleep and I don't want to have an amputation because of it." Lita replied.

Matt chuckled. "It's not going to be that easy, sister."

"But Maaaaatttt, my arm is tingling and I can't feel it. How would you like to see me walking around with one arm?"

"I think it'd be pretty hilarious. But yeah, you're right. I guess I can move, then." He moved, letting Lita's arm free.

He fell back on the bed, while Lita sat up and vigorously shook her arm. "Damn, this is gonna take a while to get the feeling back again." Matt looked up at her and a slow grin spread to his lips. Her hair is a mess, her shirt is all rumpled, and her makeup is smudged. Wow, he thought. Lita said softly, "Thanks, I guess."

Matt just nodded. Damn, why am I so nervous around her? It's just that she makes me that way, he thought. Scary in itself…I haven't liked a girl in a long time. Not since Molly. And I know Hurricane wasn't too thrilled that I was going after his woman for a while. Maybe the situation of a guy going after his best friend's girl is pretty common after all. I felt so dumb afterward though. Shane wouldn't talk to me. But I'm glad I settled things with him. It wasn't worth it, anyway.

Lita mumbled, "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going back to sleep." And with that, she went back to leaning on Matt's chest. The grin on his face never left. It's good to know that girls think that you're a good pillow to sleep on, he thought to himself. But why do I suddenly want her to think of me as more than that? Lita, however, was staring at the ceiling, and letting her thoughts drift. I haven't done this in a while, she thought. Sleeping with a guy, as in, no sex at all, just sleeping…it is pretty awesome. And besides, I'm still saving myself. Yay for me, I guess

She was about ready to fall back asleep when Matt murmured out of nowhere, "Did you ever feel like you got punched in the face really hard? And no matter what you did, the pain didn't go away?"

Lita opened her eyes. Hmm, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that Matt Hardy is attempting to open up to me, she thought with a smile. Yes! "Yeah, I kinda get what you're feeling. But why are you feeling that way?" Matt was silent for a while. I can't look weak in front of her, he thought. I just can't. Girls don't like weak guys. Hurricane taught me that lesson pretty well – he did it with Molly last year. I am determined not to make the mistakes my best friend did in the name of love. Lita sat up and looked down at him.

"Matt?"

He looked up at her with his big brown eyes and looked away. Matt rolled over again so he could be on his stomach. Lita thought for a minute. Maybe he's afraid he's opening up to me too soon. I can certainly see that. She rolled on her stomach so she could be at his level. Matt sighed. I can't see the look on her face when I ask her this stuff, he thought. No way. But I need to know so I know what could possibly be said about me come Monday morning at school.

He cleared his throat and asked, "Last night. What did I do, exactly?" Lita sighed. You were beyond fubared, that's for sure, she thought. She tried to think of a good reply to his question.

"Well…you drank a little, and smoked up a lot." Matt blinked. Holy shit, I did smoke up, he thought. Wow. I hope Jeff doesn't find out, but then again, if he does, I can't really do anything about that. WWE U is notorious for being a freakin' rumor mill. Just then, the two of them heard someone on the way up the stairs – Bubba Ray's room was close to them.

"Act like you're asleep." Matt whispered.

"What?"

"Trust me, I'm serious." Matt whispered again. Lita did as she was told and waited for whoever it was to pass.

The person who passed by the room was Terri Runnels, who quite arguably was the bitchiest woman on the WWE campus. She was heading for the bathroom at the end of the hallway when she heard loud moans and the sound of a bed shaking coming from Shane McMahon's room.

"Oh God, Steve, that feels SO fucking good! Uhhhh!"

"Yeah, that's how I like it, bitch…mmmm!"

Terri listened in and then rolled her eyes. Damnit, Debra, you should back off on the sex for a while and save some for the rest of us, she thought to herself. I have to admit, even though you're my bestest friend in the whole wide world and I love you to death, I'm jealous of your sex life. It's way better than who I've laid. Terri shuddered as she thought of her list compared to Debra's – Goldust, Lance Storm, Chavo Guerrero, and William Regal, all when she was drunk. But damn, no need to rub it in. Terri sighed as she pulled away from the cream-colored door. I haven't gotten any since that one night stand with William Regal last year. She swallowed hard. Damn was that a mistake. We were too drunk to remember what was even going on and then it just happened out of nowhere. She patted her stomach lightly. Thank God I wasn't pregnant with that bastard's baby. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I was. I know that the guys didn't handle that too well, and neither did the rest of the school. I did like Lance though. I mean, hell, he's my friend and I wouldn't mind having his kid. Everyone else, I just regret ever sleeping with them. Terri then headed for the bathroom.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Kane and Bubba Ray were trying to calm Jackie down. "Why is Rocky like that, though? Why does he lead people on like that?" she whined as she blew her nose into a Kleenex for the millionth time. Kane patted her on the back. She wasn't as nervous around him now, and to him that was a good thing. Hey, I actually like hanging around with these guys, Jackie thought to herself. I'm not scared of this Kane guy anymore. But his older brother, that's another story.

Bubba Ray sighed. "Well, Jackie, you're young, right? Rocky, he's not. He's older, wiser."

"But definitely not more mature." Kane laughed. His remark got a giggle out of Jackie.

"There we go, Kane, we made the youngin laugh!"

Just then, Booker T stumbled in the kitchen. "What's up, suckas?"

Linda followed close behind. "Jackie! You're still here?" she asked her friend.

Jackie nodded. "Barely. I feel like shit. And I'm jealous that you're so…perky."

Linda shrugged. "Don't worry, it'll be my turn soon enough." She pulled up a chair next to her and asked Bubba Ray, "What's up with her?"

Bubba Ray shrugged. "Eh, guy problems. Rocky's being a jackass, what else is new?"

Booker T laughed. "She's crying over Rocky? Shit, man…you can do better than that." Linda glared at Booker T. Damn, I like the bastard, but must he be so blunt and cutting to my friend?, she thought. "It's the truth, Linda." Booker T said as he opened the refrigerator and grabbed some orange juice.

"I didn't say it wasn't." Linda scoffed. Kane sighed. Time to change the subject since I'm in the middle of a potential war zone, he thought.

He stretched his arm and remarked, "So we know that Rocky and Stacy are fine. What about Matt and Lita?"

Bubba Ray smiled. "Go look in my room and see."

Kane sighed as he headed towards the steps. He turned around and said, "No sex, I hope."

Booker T laughed. "Matt Hardy having sex? That would never happen, fool." Jackie rubbed her head. Damn, this Booker T guy is getting more annoying by the second, she thought.

"I'll be back." Kane muttered as he headed up the stairs.

 Just then, Jackie got a bad feeling in her stomach. "Oh shit…" Bubba Ray saw the look on Jackie's face and immediately looked for the huge bucket that the guys used for everyone's puke.

Linda held her nose. "Geez, don't you ever clean that out?"

Booker T, who was leaning against the counter, said, "They never do."

Jackie whined, "Ewwww."

Bubba Ray shrugged as he put it in front of Jackie. "There. Now do it." Jackie took a deep breath and threw up.

Linda groaned. "God, the smell of that is enough to make anyone throw up."

Bubba Ray nodded. "That's the point of it."

Linda rolled her eyes. "Well, in that case, I'm gonna go in the living room, then." She grabbed a Pop Tart out of the box near Booker T, smiled at him really fast, and went into the living room. After finishing his orange juice, he followed her, while Jackie was still throwing up into the bucket.

Most of the people in the living room started to awaken. Scott Hall rubbed his head, and asked, "Where the fuck am I?"

"You're in Hell, fool." Booker T remarked as he sat on the couch next to Shane McMahon, who was already awake.

Rikishi got up and announced, "I'm going back to campus now, so who wants to come with me?!" Benoit, William Regal, Mark Henry, Raven, and Christopher Nowinski raised their hands weakly. "Benoit, you drove?" Rikishi asked.

He nodded wearily. "Yep. I hope I can get back there in one piece."

"Oh, you will. Let me check the rest of the house before we go so we don't leave anyone that wants to go back behind." And with that, Rikishi went to check the rest of the rooms in the house.

"I don't understand." Raven muttered. "How can Rikishi be so bubbly in the morning?"

William Regal groaned and added, "Well I know for sure that I am not a bloody morning person! I have this huge bump on my head that just won't go away. I wonder where I got it from." Benoit tried to stifle his laugh. Damn Regal, he thought, Tommy knocked you out pretty good.

Christopher Nowinski asked, "I don't remember passing out here. I thought I got back to campus."

Regal looked at his roommate and shook his head. "My, young one, we really need to teach you the ways of college life."

"Seriously." Benoit muttered as he tried to get up from the floor. Raven just groaned. God, I am so hungover, he thought.

Chris Jericho and Steph McMahon finally awoke, as well. "Ow, my back hurts like hell." Steph muttered.

Jericho laughed. "Well, you were in a pretty uncomfortable position last night, you know." Not that I minded, though, he thought. I woulda grabbed a bedroom for us, but we were already too drunk to move anywhere else. Steph nodded, and then winced in pain. Oh well, that's what I get for being drunk off my ass, she thought as she fell back onto her boyfriend. Shane looked over at his sister warily and narrowed his eyes. I swear to God, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that my sister is going out with Jerkicko, he thought. When I'm feeling a little better, we are definitely going to have a talk about this. A long talk.

"I'm gonna go back to sleep now." Scott Hall announced as he passed out again with a huge thump.

Kane came in, threw him over his shoulders, and shook his head. "Scott will never learn, will he?"

Shane nodded as Kane dragged Scott to Shane's room at the end of the hall. "Nope."

Booker T turned on the TV. "There is nothing on, suckas. What the hell are we to watch?"

"A movie, maybe?" Linda asked.

"Oh, right. Let's put on 'Road Trip.' That's always a good one to watch." Booker T replied as he got up from the couch. Linda shrugged. I have yet to get used to hanging out with guys, she thought. Rikishi came back into the room, rounded everyone who wanted to go back to campus up, and left. This left Jericho, Steph, Linda, Booker T, and Shane in the living room. Matt and Lita, Debra and Stone Cold, the Rock and Stacy, and Spike, Terri, and Brock were still asleep in the bedrooms…well, sort of.

Matt and Lita had fallen asleep again until they heard a big thump (which turned out to be Scott Hall). "Hmm, I guess that's our wake up call." Lita remarked.

Matt groaned. "I still feel like shit, and I don't want to get up. How are we supposed to get everyone's attention if we're up here?"

"I don't know, Matt."

Just then, as if on cue, Kane came in the door. "You two okay?"

Matt looked up at him and said, "Well, I kind of feel like shit, and I really don't want to get up."

Kane nodded. "You were quite the wasted one last night, Hardy."

Matt frowned. "Shush."

Lita patted Matt on the stomach. "Now, now, he's not making fun of you." Matt groaned. Man, you two just don't understand, he thought. I really feel like shit and just want to be left alone. But then again, I can't let Lita leave me here.

"How do you feel like crap, Hardy? Is it throwing up sick or headache-hangover sick?"

Matt sighed. "The headache one."

Lita's eyes went wide. "Wow, I'm surprised you haven't thrown up yet, unless you did it all last night."

Kane chuckled. "He probably did, Lita, and besides, I made him drink a hell of a lot of water before we brought him up here."

Matt groaned again for the millionth time. God, this is like the worst headache I've ever had, he thought. Like the fucking throbbing won't stop. "I need a massage or something."

Kane laughed. "We all do, man. But listen, how about I get you two something to eat, and you can eat it up here?" Lita smiled. Room service, she thought. Awesome.

"That's cool, Kane. I'll eat whatever you have. But I think you gotta be careful what you give Matt here."

Kane nodded. "Yeah I know how it goes. I've taken care of many drunks before." Matt laughed weakly. Why do I get the feeling that I'm forgetting something?, he thought. And I know it's important. "I'll be back later on with your food. But there's a bucket in the bathroom up here if you really need it." Kane continued.

Lita smiled. "Okay, cool. Thanks, Kane."

"No problem." And with that, Kane went downstairs into the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Kane and Bubba Ray gently dragged Jackie into the living room with them. God, I feel so nauseous, Jackie thought as she tried to stay up.

"You're doing fine, kiddo." Bubba Ray remarked as he and Kane leaned Jackie against the couch.

Booker T looked at them as he finished putting the "Road Trip" DVD into the DVD player. "Tell me you didn't just do that."

"Oh, but we did." Kane laughed.

"As long as she doesn't throw up on me, I don't care." Steph smirked. Shane rolled his eyes. Steph, you are such a brat. You threw up on me a shitload of times and I didn't say anything about it, he thought.

Booker T sat back down on the couch and looked at Jackie. "Don't throw up on me, sucka."

Kane looked at the TV. "What are you all watching?"

"We're watching 'Road Trip' – again." Shane groaned.

"Hey, it's a good movie, though." his best friend protested.

"Sure it is, Booker. But not after you watch it a million times in a row."

Steph giggled as Jericho tickled her. "Hey, there's a lot of hot guys in this movie!"

Jackie nodded. "Yeah." With that, she motioned for someone to get her the bucket. Bubba Ray ran to the kitchen and brought it in.

"Finally, the Rock has come into the living room!" Everyone rolled their eyes, as they weren't as chipper as he was. Jackie sighed, and then threw up again into the bucket. That's exactly how I feel about this situation, she thought. Stacy Keibler was by the Rock's side.

"And yes, we are going out." Stacy giggled.

"Congratulations, Rocky." Bubba Ray remarked. Good choice, if you ask me, he thought.

"Took you long enough, sucka." Booker T added.

The Rock raised his eyebrow. "Hey jabronis, don't be embarrassing me now." Jackie looked up at the Rock and turned red. Oh God, I didn't want this to happen, she thought. What am I gonna do now that Stacy is with the Rock? And I didn't want the Rock to see me like this, either! Now he probably thinks I'm a huge dork. Oh God, what am I gonna do??

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End of Chapter Fifteen…