Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story...except Chris Jericho. ^_~
Heh, no...Vince owns em...or they own themselves...or something.
A/n: ( ) symbolizes thoughts. ^^
Mr. Cole took attendance. "All right, class. Today we are going to write an essay." He went to the chalkboard and began explaining how to write an essay.
"Why didn't we skip this class?" Shannon asked Matt.
"I don't know..." Matt rolled his eyes.
Christopher Nowinski raised his hand. "Mr. Cole!"
"Yes, Christopher?"
"You missed a comma right there."
"Like, who cares?" Stacy Keibler said.
"Comma?" Torrie asked in confusion.
Mr. Cole silently drew the comma and continued droning on about writing an essay.
"This is so boring..." Matt groaned.
Suddenly, Mr. McMahon's voice boomed over the intercom.
"Good morning students. Hope you're all glad to be back to WWE High School. I'm sure you're homeroom teacher has already provided a schedule for you..." Mr. McMahon talked for a while about school rules. Soon, he made an announcement about something that caught the attention of the students. "And in three weeks, we're going to have a dance. All students are welcome to come. See Chris Jericho or Trish Stratus for more detail. Thank you."
"A dance..." Matt's eyes gleamed. "Shannon, I need to talk to you at recess. I have a plan."
"Okay." Shannon said.
"Like, wow." Torrie whispered to Jackie and Stacy. "I hope Edge asks me to the dance..."
"No. He's totally going to ask me." Stacy said.
"You are soooo wrong. He's going to ask ME." Jackie said.
"Could you guys shut up? I'm trying to listen to Mr. Cole." said Kurt Angle.
"Me too!" Christopher said.
"Oh please...the dance is way more interesting." Chris said.
"Yeah, Chris is right." Christian nodded in agreement.
"Christian, shut up. No one wants to hear you. You're just a little wannabe." Brock growled.
"No I'm not." Christian insisted angrily, raising his voice.
"Guys...chill." Rob whispered, looking warily at Mr. Cole.
"And now, to begin your essay. You can write it on any topic of your interest. Just make sure it's at least five hundred words in length. You can write more, but it has to be at least five hundred words."
"Hmm...I'm going to write about what it takes to be a good leader." Chris decided.
"Me too!" Christian piped up.
"Christian, why don't you come up with your own ideas for once?" Brock was annoyed.
"At least my topic is interesting. At least I'm not writing about something boring like football." Christian peered over Brock's shoulder.
"Get out of here!!" Brock pushed Christian away.
"Fine. Just wait until I get an A on my essay and you fail!" Christian taunted.
"Could you both shut up? I'm trying to write my essay." Chris hissed.
"Yeah, Brock. We're trying to write our essays." Christian echoed.
"Christian, you and me. After school. Be there." Brock whispered threateningly.
"And if I'm not?"
"Let's just say I've got Big Show and Albert on my side...and they don't call Paul 'Big Show' for nothing."
Christian gulped. "All right. I'll be there." He then started writing his essay.
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Meanwhile, Hunter was finding it hard to focus on his essay. He found Stephanie far more interesting. He decided that at recess he would ask her to the dance. (After all,) he thought,(the worst she could say is 'no'.) He smirked. She'd never say no. Not to him. There were no other guys who could quite equal up to him. Especially for Stephanie. Hunter was good looking, athletic, intelligent and rich. What more could Stephanie want? His thoughts were interrupted by the recess bell. He quickly finished his essay and handed it to Mr. Cole. The class filed out.
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"Chris...I'm scared." Christian whined as soon as they got out of the classroom.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have time to listen to you whine and complain about Brock. Trish and I have an important student council meeting...there she is now. Hey, Trish!"
"Hi Chris. Hello Christian." Trish smiled at the two.
"We'd better get going." Chris said, walking to the art room, where meetings were held. Trish followed.
"Wait!" Christian said, following them. "Can I come? Please don't leave me alone with Brock!" he begged.
"Um, yeah, sure, whatever." Chris said. He didn't have time to argue with Christian. They entered the art room and Chris began the meeting.
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"Hey Steph! Wait up!" Hunter ran after Stephanie. (She's beautiful...I hope she says yes...)
"Oh, hi Hunter." Stephanie said. (He is SO gorgeous)
"You going to the dance?" Hunter asked casually.
"Yes. Are you?" Stephanie answered.
"Yup. Do you have a date?" Hunter hoped he didn't sound nervous.
"No, actually." Stephanie replied.
"Um...well, I was wondering if you'd like to...go to the dance with me and maybe get something to eat or something after?" Hunter tried to sound casual. (There...I asked her!)
"...Umm....Sure!" Stephanie said happily. (YES!!!)
"All right. Sounds great." Hunter said. "Well, there's Edge and Rob...I have to go. See you later, Steph."
"All right. Bye Hunter." Stephanie smiled after Hunter as he walked to his friends. Then she went to find Gail. "Guess what, Gail!"
"What?"
"Hunter just asked me to the dance!"
"Wow! Really? That's great Steph! I'm so happy for you!" Gail exclaimed. "I really want Rene to ask me...he is SO dreamy...French is so romantic."
Stephanie only half listened to Gail talk about Rene Dupree. She was already thinking about Hunter and the dance. She had three weeks to buy a dress and get her hair and nails done.
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"Shannon, you know where we're going in three weeks?"
"The dance?" Shannon asked.
"Yes. And you know what we're going to do?" Matt quizzed.
"Dance?" Shannon asked, confused.
"Heh. No. We're going to give Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus the worst night of their lives." Matt explained.
"Sounds great. Haha. Mister and Miss School Council...we'll show them." Shannon laughed.
"Chris makes me angry. He thinks he's SO much better than everyone else just because he dates Trish Stratus and because he's co-president of student council. Heh. We'll show him, won't we Shannon?"
"Yeah!!" Shannon grinned.
"What class do we have next, anyway?" Matt asked.
"Umm.." Shannon pulled out his schedule. "We have History, then Art, then lunch."
"Sweet!" Matt exclaimed. "We can blow off those two classes and go to the pizza place, get some pizza and have a smoke."
"Sounds good to me." Shannon grinned.
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"Stacy, Torrie! There goes Edge, Hunter and Rob...they are, like, the hottest guys in the eleventh grade." Jackie said.
"I hope Edge asks me to the dance..." Stacy grinned.
"I want him to ask me." Torrie said. "Of course, I would also, like, take Rob or Hunter..."
"Yeah...." Jackie agreed.
"I heard Hunter is, like, taking Stephanie to the dance." Stacy said.
"So only Rob and Edge are available?" Jackie pouted. "That means one of us isn't going to get a date."
"No it doesn't...there's still other guys." Stacy said.
"None as hot as them." Torrie put in.
"I don't know...Matt, Brock and Chris aren't bad..."
"But Stace, Chris has Trish." Jackie said.
"Fine. Matt and Brock." Stacy shrugged.
"Oh well. At least we'll actually GET dates." Jackie said, indicating Shaniqua and Jazz walking down the hall.
"Totally. What, like, guy would wanna, like....date those two?" Torrie shuddered.
"So, we have cheerleading practice after school today, right?" Jackie asked, changing the subject.
"Like, yeah." Stacy said.
Then the bell rang to start class. All of the students headed to their classes except Matt and Shannon, who went to the pizza place.
A/n: ( ) symbolizes thoughts. ^^
Mr. Cole took attendance. "All right, class. Today we are going to write an essay." He went to the chalkboard and began explaining how to write an essay.
"Why didn't we skip this class?" Shannon asked Matt.
"I don't know..." Matt rolled his eyes.
Christopher Nowinski raised his hand. "Mr. Cole!"
"Yes, Christopher?"
"You missed a comma right there."
"Like, who cares?" Stacy Keibler said.
"Comma?" Torrie asked in confusion.
Mr. Cole silently drew the comma and continued droning on about writing an essay.
"This is so boring..." Matt groaned.
Suddenly, Mr. McMahon's voice boomed over the intercom.
"Good morning students. Hope you're all glad to be back to WWE High School. I'm sure you're homeroom teacher has already provided a schedule for you..." Mr. McMahon talked for a while about school rules. Soon, he made an announcement about something that caught the attention of the students. "And in three weeks, we're going to have a dance. All students are welcome to come. See Chris Jericho or Trish Stratus for more detail. Thank you."
"A dance..." Matt's eyes gleamed. "Shannon, I need to talk to you at recess. I have a plan."
"Okay." Shannon said.
"Like, wow." Torrie whispered to Jackie and Stacy. "I hope Edge asks me to the dance..."
"No. He's totally going to ask me." Stacy said.
"You are soooo wrong. He's going to ask ME." Jackie said.
"Could you guys shut up? I'm trying to listen to Mr. Cole." said Kurt Angle.
"Me too!" Christopher said.
"Oh please...the dance is way more interesting." Chris said.
"Yeah, Chris is right." Christian nodded in agreement.
"Christian, shut up. No one wants to hear you. You're just a little wannabe." Brock growled.
"No I'm not." Christian insisted angrily, raising his voice.
"Guys...chill." Rob whispered, looking warily at Mr. Cole.
"And now, to begin your essay. You can write it on any topic of your interest. Just make sure it's at least five hundred words in length. You can write more, but it has to be at least five hundred words."
"Hmm...I'm going to write about what it takes to be a good leader." Chris decided.
"Me too!" Christian piped up.
"Christian, why don't you come up with your own ideas for once?" Brock was annoyed.
"At least my topic is interesting. At least I'm not writing about something boring like football." Christian peered over Brock's shoulder.
"Get out of here!!" Brock pushed Christian away.
"Fine. Just wait until I get an A on my essay and you fail!" Christian taunted.
"Could you both shut up? I'm trying to write my essay." Chris hissed.
"Yeah, Brock. We're trying to write our essays." Christian echoed.
"Christian, you and me. After school. Be there." Brock whispered threateningly.
"And if I'm not?"
"Let's just say I've got Big Show and Albert on my side...and they don't call Paul 'Big Show' for nothing."
Christian gulped. "All right. I'll be there." He then started writing his essay.
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Meanwhile, Hunter was finding it hard to focus on his essay. He found Stephanie far more interesting. He decided that at recess he would ask her to the dance. (After all,) he thought,(the worst she could say is 'no'.) He smirked. She'd never say no. Not to him. There were no other guys who could quite equal up to him. Especially for Stephanie. Hunter was good looking, athletic, intelligent and rich. What more could Stephanie want? His thoughts were interrupted by the recess bell. He quickly finished his essay and handed it to Mr. Cole. The class filed out.
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"Chris...I'm scared." Christian whined as soon as they got out of the classroom.
"I'm sorry, but I don't have time to listen to you whine and complain about Brock. Trish and I have an important student council meeting...there she is now. Hey, Trish!"
"Hi Chris. Hello Christian." Trish smiled at the two.
"We'd better get going." Chris said, walking to the art room, where meetings were held. Trish followed.
"Wait!" Christian said, following them. "Can I come? Please don't leave me alone with Brock!" he begged.
"Um, yeah, sure, whatever." Chris said. He didn't have time to argue with Christian. They entered the art room and Chris began the meeting.
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"Hey Steph! Wait up!" Hunter ran after Stephanie. (She's beautiful...I hope she says yes...)
"Oh, hi Hunter." Stephanie said. (He is SO gorgeous)
"You going to the dance?" Hunter asked casually.
"Yes. Are you?" Stephanie answered.
"Yup. Do you have a date?" Hunter hoped he didn't sound nervous.
"No, actually." Stephanie replied.
"Um...well, I was wondering if you'd like to...go to the dance with me and maybe get something to eat or something after?" Hunter tried to sound casual. (There...I asked her!)
"...Umm....Sure!" Stephanie said happily. (YES!!!)
"All right. Sounds great." Hunter said. "Well, there's Edge and Rob...I have to go. See you later, Steph."
"All right. Bye Hunter." Stephanie smiled after Hunter as he walked to his friends. Then she went to find Gail. "Guess what, Gail!"
"What?"
"Hunter just asked me to the dance!"
"Wow! Really? That's great Steph! I'm so happy for you!" Gail exclaimed. "I really want Rene to ask me...he is SO dreamy...French is so romantic."
Stephanie only half listened to Gail talk about Rene Dupree. She was already thinking about Hunter and the dance. She had three weeks to buy a dress and get her hair and nails done.
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"Shannon, you know where we're going in three weeks?"
"The dance?" Shannon asked.
"Yes. And you know what we're going to do?" Matt quizzed.
"Dance?" Shannon asked, confused.
"Heh. No. We're going to give Chris Jericho and Trish Stratus the worst night of their lives." Matt explained.
"Sounds great. Haha. Mister and Miss School Council...we'll show them." Shannon laughed.
"Chris makes me angry. He thinks he's SO much better than everyone else just because he dates Trish Stratus and because he's co-president of student council. Heh. We'll show him, won't we Shannon?"
"Yeah!!" Shannon grinned.
"What class do we have next, anyway?" Matt asked.
"Umm.." Shannon pulled out his schedule. "We have History, then Art, then lunch."
"Sweet!" Matt exclaimed. "We can blow off those two classes and go to the pizza place, get some pizza and have a smoke."
"Sounds good to me." Shannon grinned.
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"Stacy, Torrie! There goes Edge, Hunter and Rob...they are, like, the hottest guys in the eleventh grade." Jackie said.
"I hope Edge asks me to the dance..." Stacy grinned.
"I want him to ask me." Torrie said. "Of course, I would also, like, take Rob or Hunter..."
"Yeah...." Jackie agreed.
"I heard Hunter is, like, taking Stephanie to the dance." Stacy said.
"So only Rob and Edge are available?" Jackie pouted. "That means one of us isn't going to get a date."
"No it doesn't...there's still other guys." Stacy said.
"None as hot as them." Torrie put in.
"I don't know...Matt, Brock and Chris aren't bad..."
"But Stace, Chris has Trish." Jackie said.
"Fine. Matt and Brock." Stacy shrugged.
"Oh well. At least we'll actually GET dates." Jackie said, indicating Shaniqua and Jazz walking down the hall.
"Totally. What, like, guy would wanna, like....date those two?" Torrie shuddered.
"So, we have cheerleading practice after school today, right?" Jackie asked, changing the subject.
"Like, yeah." Stacy said.
Then the bell rang to start class. All of the students headed to their classes except Matt and Shannon, who went to the pizza place.