Boys Over Flowers

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters—they belong to the mega wrestling company, WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment). The original story this fic is based on, Hana Yori Dango/Meteor Garden, are fully copyrighted works of Yoko Kamio and Taiwan TV Cable network.

Summary: A poor girl enters a very elite senior high school, where all the students talk about are Prada, Gucci, and Vegas. Hoping to survive until graduation, she's devastated to discover that the school is ruled by the towering F4 (Flower 4), who bully and expel the students who dare to go against them. How will she make it through the three years—one year, at least—of study?

A/N: Let's just pretend that all the wrestlers are in high school (despite the age differences), ok? Except for parents, of course.

Chapter 3: Bad Luck

"Okay, playas'. Pass this form around and please complete it by tomorrow," Mr. Long handed a pile of sheets to the students. "Now, would you focus on the board." He started writing on the board.

Trish took a sheet, and passed the rest of the pile to the desks behind her. She looked at it, and her eyes widened when she saw what was printed on it:

WWE Elite Senior High Class 1-C Excursion 2005

Choice of Locations:

Shanghai

Milan

Tokyo

Amsterdam

Athens

Madrid

Berlin

International excursions? she thought, astounded. Very high class indeed.

Christy looked at her. The two shared a concerned look. Was it really compulsory?

"Are you okay, Trish?" Ashley Massaro asked.

Trish looked at her best friend, and sighed.

"Is it about school?" Ashley asked again. "You know you can tell me anything."She dropped her broom and sat next to Trish.

The two worked in a bakery shop, and had been best friends since kindergarten. Ashley was a 'commoner' like Trish, and since her family couldn't' afford for WWE Elite Senior High, she went to different school.

"You're lucky that you get to study at WWE Elite Senior High!" she said cheerfully.

Trish raised her eyebrows. "That's because I won a scholarship. Besides, you don't know how they do things there."

Ashley frowned. "Why? Is it really bad?"

Trish stopped wiping the windows, and turned around. "Well, for one, the students are very materialistic. All I can hear from their daily discussion is Prada, Gucci, Chanel… I can never fit in there."

Ashley grabbed her hand. "Don't say words like that, Trish. You're a very strong person… Remember that you have always protected me since kindy?"

Trish looked at her. She's right. Since kindergarten, boys liked to tease Ashley. And she had always been the one to rescue her. Usually she knocked the boys out cold. "But the thing that annoys me so much is the fact that the school is ruled by 4 cocky, bullying guys called F4!"

"F4?" Ashley asked, tilting her head.

"Yep. 4 good-looking, ultra-rich boys… Their parents donated a LARGE sum of money to the school, so they were promised free reign at the school. The principal and teachers couldn't do or say anything about it!" Trish threw the dirty wipe cloth on the wall.

"What does F4 stand for, anyway?"

Trish snorted. "You really want to know? It's very cheesy. Listen, 'F' stands for 'Flower', so 'F4' means 'four flowers'. It's because they're as pretty as flowers. Makes me want to puke!" She pretended to throw up.

Hearing this, Ashley laughed. "Whoa… four cute boys…" she stared at the ceiling dreamily. Trish smacked her on the head. "Ow!"

"You talk like my mom," Trish sighed. "All she thinks about is for me to marry a rich guy… that way, our family won't struggle to pay bills every month."

"Come on, Trish… The four boys are rich and cute, what more do you want?"

"You haven't met Chris Jericho. He's the worst," Trish rolled her eyes. "Randy Orton and Christian Cage are just playboys. But…" She stopped when she thought about Cena. He seemed a really nice person. "…maybe one of them isn't so bad."

Ashley pondered around Trish's face, then grinned. "I know! You like that nice one, don't you, Trish!"

"Hey, hey! Shut up, Ashley!" Trish tried to shut her friend up.

"Trish is in love, Trish is in love…"

Trish slammed the kitchen door. Austin and Sable, who were eating, gasped.

"Welcome home, honey…" The two greeted at the same time.

The blond girl took a plate from the cupboard and put some fish on it.

"What's wrong?" Austin asked.

"WWE Elite Senior High is evil," Trish said, and started eating. "I don't think I even belong there."

"Come on, it's only been two days… You can't give up just now," Sable said.

"Remember to marry a rich guy so we can all be rich!" Austin grinned.

Trish was silent. But she got an idea. "Mom, Dad, can I quit school? That way, you all don't have to work so hard to earn money for me."

Sable and Austin's eyes widened. Trish seemed serious about it. "What are you talking about? You know that I and your dad have visiting some relatives to borrow money… It's all so that you can go to a good school! Be a rich girl! We'll be a rich family!" Sable sputtered. "But suddenly you said that you want to quit school… You ruin my hopes… My dreams…"

Trish and Austin quickly got to her side. "Mom, are you okay!"

"My hopes… my dreams… all ruined…" she started coughing and choking.

"It's her asthma attack!" Trish said.

"Quick, get her medicine in the cupboard!" Austin said. Trish ran to the cupboard.

"My hopes… Be rich…" Sable took the tablets.

"Alright, alright! I won't quit school!" Trish said, frowning.

Sable and Austin exchanged looks, and grinned. "Good, good! Okay, that's how it will be," the two said cheerfully. Suddenly Sable looked fine.

Trish sighed. She quickly finished her food, and went to her room.

Cena… She blushed. "Hey! Why am I blushing? Come on, Trish, get a grip!" She slapped her face. "He's a millionaire, and you're just a commoner," she muttered to herself. "He might as well think I don't even exist at the school." Then she remembered Ashley's words.

"You like that nice one, don't you, Trish!"

She covered her face with the pillow. "No! It can't be…" Glancing at her teddy bear, she sighed. "…But he looked at me…" She asked the bear, "What should I do, Mr. Teddy?"

Lunchtime was no better. The canteen served expensive food. Thank goodness I've brought my own lunch from home, Trish thought in relief. The lunch hall was huge, and filled with priceless decoration antiques in every corner. She walked to a desk for two near the window, a bit further away from other students.

She opened her lunchbox. Inside were small prawns and egg rolls. "Man, I'm starving," she muttered to herself, her stomach growling. "Let's eat!"

As she was about to eat, Christy Hemme came over to the table. She smiled, her hands carrying a tray of Chicken Kiev, Greek Salad, a glass of orange juice and a bottle of Oasis. Trish raised her eyebrows.

"So you are a rich girl, after all," she said.

Christy grinned. "Want some?"

Trish's face turned red, embarrassed. "No, no! Please, eat! Don't worry about me!" The two laughed at each other.

"Hey, this orange juice is for you. I bought it because I thought you would want something fresh to drink," Christy said, handing the glass orange juice on her tray to Trish. The blond girl looked surprised.

"Oh, Christy! You know you didn't have to do that! I'm fine, really!"

"Come on! You know you want it!" the redhead winked. "Just think of it as a thank-you present for being my first friend here at WWE Elite Senior High!"

Trish smiled gratefully at her. "Thank you very much, Christy."

"No problem!"

Afterwards, the two girls chatted about family and school stuff after finished eating. They got along very well because they had the same opinion about the school and the snobbish people who went there.

"Hey, I'll go to refill the drinks, okay!" Christy offered, lifting up the tray. Trish nodded. However, as Christy turned around, she bumped into the least unexpected person… Chris Jericho!

The orange juice spilled on his shirt. The glass and Oasis fell to the floor, creating a loud noise. Suddenly the lunch hall turned silent. Everyone there was jaw-dropped. Trish was shocked, and covered her mouth with her hands. Christy looked up, and jumped backwards, stunned.

Jericho glanced down at his ruined top, then at Christy. His face looked disgusted. Next to hi, came up Randy and Christian. They were talking and laughing, but stopped when they saw what was happening. Far behind them, standing on the stairs, was Cena.

Christy was speechless—so was Trish. The silence continued until Jericho broke it.

"This shirt is Armani," he said, his tone dangerous.

"I'm sorry! Let me help you clean up…" Christy quickly grabbed a tissue from the table. She seemed panicked.

But Jericho refused to be humiliated. "You're standing on my shoes."

Christy looked down, and shrieked. "Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"

Jericho scoffed. "If 'sorry' is good use, then why do we need the police?"

Tears flowed out of Christy's eyes. She was really scared.

"She's definitely dead." Trish heard Torrie whispering to Melina and Candice. The two sidekicks nodded in approval.

"You have no right to spill the orange juice on me," Jericho said, his face cold.

"I… It was an accident," Christy replied, her voice small.

Randy and Christian came over and stood by Christy, their hands around her.

"Chris, don't be so rude to a girl. Especially a beautiful girl like her," Randy said, grinning at Jericho. "What's your name?" he whispered to Christy's ear.

"Yeah, Randy is right," Christian added. He turned to Christy. "Hey, do you have an older sister?" Christy shook her head. "Too bad. I would've asked you out if you were 10 years older." The girls in the room gasped when they heard the words. They wanted to date Christian!

Jericho shot a cold glance at his two friends. Randy and Christian left Christy alone, holding up their hands. Cena was staring at them, silent. Jericho took off his shirt, revealing muscles under a white tanktop. Girls screamed. He leaned down to look face-to-face with Christy.

"Hey, my family owns the most powerful business in USA. I'm the heir to the company which this country relies on!" he smirked. Trish started to heat up. "Moreover, your family has no power against my family in any way! Understand?" He took a glass and raised it to hit Christy with it, but…

"STOP!"

At this point, everyone stopped in track. Joy and Rochelle were standing, holding their lunch trays. Torrie, Melina and Candice stopped whispering. Students watched the incident silently. Randy and Christian dropped their jaws, surprised. Cena glanced.

Jericho turned his head slowly. In front of him, Christy was covering her head with her hands. Trish huffed.

"Stop it… please."

Jericho had a disbelieved expression on his face. "What?"

Trish was scared, too—but someone ought to stop F4! "I… you… You've been living a very luxurious lifestyle. You were raised that way. Servants, chauffeurs, money… you don't care about people's feelings as long as you can afford anything! But you never worked to earn your own money," she glanced at the four boys. "The four of you have always relied on your parents for money. You're parasites! That's why you always look down on people who do work, because you think you're better than them!"

People shook their heads, muttering words such as, "Unbelievable."

"So what if your family is richer than Bill Clinton? I'm sure those money you spend to hang out aren't even your money!" Trish added. She gasped for air. Christy was astounded. The F4 looked taken aback. Cena smiled at Trish. The girl saw this, and she blushed.

Jericho had his mouth open. The words had attacked him straight to his mind. But he kept his cool. He stood straight, motioning for the other three boys to leave the place. Before he left, he gave a vengeful smiled at Trish.

Soon afterwards, Trish dropped to her knees. I can't believe I just said that! She thought. She remembered Ashley's praising words. I guess I'm not so lucky to have entered this school.

How will Jericho react to Trish's words? Will she get a red notice? Find out in the next chapter: The Challenge.

A/N: I thought Cena would be a good character who's a bit quiet (hmm, I use his old gimmick—not the rapper one—for this story). Well, I like Hana Yori Dango, so I decided to make this fic. But that doesn't mean I've abandoned High School Drama. This story just involves more romance, that's all. Enjoy!