High School Drama
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters – they belong to the mega wrestling company, WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment).
Summary: A high school comedy about love, friendship, bullies, cliques, and basically all the elements which make up a good high school drama! Starring John Cena, The Hardy Boyz, Lita, Triple H, Randy Orton, Stacy Keibler, Y2J, Kurt Angle, Christy Hemme, JBL, Torrie Wilson, Trish Stratus, HBK, Los Guerreros, and many more!
A/N: Let's just pretend that all the wrestlers are in high school (despite the age differences), ok? Well, except for the really old ones or legends like Vince McMahon, Linda McMahon, Ric Flair, Hulk Hogan, Mick Foley, and those other ones. I'll be considering for the medium-aged ones like JBL, Triple H, Booker T and HBK to be in University. I don't know—depends on how the story goes.
By the way, this story is set before the Draft Lottery.
Chapter 4: Confrontations
"Have you seen that new guy? He's so cute!"
"Huh? You mean the one who wears chain necklace or something around his neck?"
"Duh! Who else?"
"I don't know… the one who talks funny and has big afro like Sideshow Bob?"
"What? No, that's Carlito! He enters this school before that new guy! God, Maria! How long have you been in this school?"
"Actually Lilian, I can't remember."
"Maria, you're a bit… dumb."
Cena entered the Small Business Management class quietly, overhearing every word by Lilian Garcia and Maria Kanellis, who were chatting by the window. They saw him, giving an embarrassed smile before then talking again. Cena gave them a small wave. So he was pretty popular after all.
"Hey! You're… You're the new guy, right?" Cena looked around. A guy with messy brown hair in red shirt walked to him, jumping up and down excitedly.
Cena looked uncomfortable. "Uhh… yeah." The guy looked at him, grinning like a dog; then asked a guy who was accompanying him (who was also in red shirt) to get him something.
"William Regal, can you—can you get my paper from my bag?"
"What? Oh alright, then," the guy had thick British accent, and he walked to a desk. He took out a piece of paper from a bag. Then he paced back to Cena.
"Here you go," he said in a deep voice. He handed the paper to Cena, who stared back at the guy.
"What am I supposed to do with this paper?" Cena asked, sounding confused.
"Autograph! Autograph!" the guy with messy hair said. Again, he jumped up and down. His hair wobbled up and down as he did so. Shrugging, Cena took out a pen and signed.
"Thank you!" the guy was beaming. "My—My name is Eugene, and I love getting autographs from people!" He grabbed a hold of Cena's hand, leading him to his desk. "Wanna see my collection?"
"Err… no thanks. I think I'd better get a seat." What a weird person, Cena thought. While unpacking his stuff on the desk next to a skinny and short, blonde-haired dude in blue shirt, Cena noticed the British man was approaching his desk.
"I'm William Regal, by the way," his British accent was rich and elegant. "I'm Eugene's tag team partner—unfortunately—and I'm ordered to supervise him by his uncle. This is because he's mentally-challenged. His uncle is Eric Bischoff, the General Manager of RAW. You know him, right?"
Cena gasped quietly. "Eugene is Eric Bischoff's nephew?" Then he looked at Eugene, who was clapping his hand like a maniac at the annoyed-looking Edge, who was trying to ward him off. Cena tried to recall Bischoff's commanding and bossy behaviour when chasing Shelton and Charlie, and he shook his head. Impossible. Very different.
"Oh well, I've got to go back to my seat before he—Eugene! No! That's the window! Don't jump—" But it was too late; Eugene jumped out. Regal looked out of the window, clutching his head in panic. "Oh, bollocks!" But then he sighed in relief, thanking God that the class was located on the first floor. Then he headed outside to bring Eugene back in. Cena just stared at the poor British guy, shaking his head.
"Now that's what I call hilarious!" Everyone's attention was focused at Christian, who was giving a high-five at Edge. Cena groaned. He didn't notice Christian was there. "A stupid guy in a stupid act—What more could be funnier?" Edge laughed at this comment. The other students were silent. A Japanese guy with braided hair in blue top was looking at Christian stupidly. It looked like the guy didn't understand English at all. The Japanese woman who was sitting next to him in a blue kimono didn't look amused.
Then Christian kicked Eugene's bag, which caused the things inside to start falling out. Edge helped him messing up Eugene's stuff by throwing the pencil bag and stationeries on the floor. People were backing off, afraid to stop them.
Cena decided he had enough. He walked toward Christian and pounded his fists on the table. Christian looked up, astounded. Edge looked at them. "Stop it," he growled.
"Make me," Christian challenged. Then he stood up as well—though slightly shorter than the Cena, but the fury in his eyes matched the new student's. The two boys were facing each other; each didn't want to back off. Lilian Garcia and Maria Kanellis screamed when Christian raised his hand to attack Cena. Thankfully, someone entered the room. Christian quickly lowered his hand, before whispering a threat to Cena, "You won't get away with this."
"What's going on?" a deep voice asked, wondering what was going on. People's heads turned on a tall guy with white cowboy hat. JBL.
"Nothing, JBL," Christian murmured. JBL smirked arrogantly. As he walked with his chin held high into the classroom, Orlando Jordan was following him like a dog.
"I'm sure Christian. Anyway people, the teacher just informed me that I would be running the class today," JBL spoke in a very intimidating tone. "So I guess that means more work done, less chatting!" Before anyone could say anything, he clapped his hands, then making himself cosy sitting on the teacher's seat. Orlando Jordan sat beside him in a special assistant's seat. "Come on, people!" As he said this, more people grumbled, including Cena.
The class time past slowly, and by the time Cena looked at the clock, it indicated that the second period would be starting in three minutes. "Oh man," he muttered to himself. For the past fifty-seven minutes he'd been sitting on the same spot, pretending to read a textbook. He didn't even understand most of the terms used! All these money and business languages are giving me headaches, Cena thought irritably. Trying to waste the time, he took out his timetable from the bag and trying to work out where his next class was going to be.
"Food Awareness!" Cena exclaimed loud enough for everyone to look at him. JBL, who was reading a book titled Cheaper Ways to Invest More Money, stood up. Orlando Jordan, who was watching the other students intently, was distracted.
"Had a problem, new kid?" JBL asked bossily. He indignantly fixed the cowboy hat that was placed neatly on his head.
"No," Cena answered shortly. But of all classes, cooking! Cena wanted to pull his hair out. He wished he'd been selected for a music class or something else that's manly. He slipped back his timetable into his bag. Grunting, he checked the clock again. One minute. The bell's going to ring in one minute, he thought. Can't wait to get out of this classroom. Other students also had bored and impatient expressions on their faces. It was as if they couldn't stand JBL as well. Team eXtreme was right.
Then the bell rang. Excited, Cena ran out of the classroom without thinking. Unfortunately, he forgot one thing. No one followed him outside. Orlando Jordan ran after him and tackled him down to the floor. His shoulders slumped, Cena walked with Orlando Jordan back to the class.
JBL was standing with a haughty face. "No one leaves the classroom until I say so." Then he gestured toward the students. "You people may leave." The others shrugged and left. He glared at Cena. "But you stay here."
"But I will be late for the next class," Cena interjected. Even though he was feeling half-relieved that he wouldn't be doing a full-time class of cooking, but he was also worried about getting another detention for being late. The maths teacher already gave him two more detentions, and he didn't want to deal with other punishments.
"Well you just ran out before I dismissed the class," JBL shot back. He then called out to Orlando to get him a red slip. Doing as he was ordered, Orlando took out a red slip out of the teacher's desk's top drawer. Taking out a specially-crafted gold pen with his initial on it, JBL wrote Cena's name down, under the heading Warning I. He handed it to Cena. "You see, this school has a rule. I give you first warning, you'll have to obey by the rules but keep the red slip. On the second warning, I give you another slip. By the third warning, you'll be joining me at lunchtime," he smiled; making Cena felt like wanted to punch the senior. "Now you can go."
By the time Cena reached the Food Awareness's class (which happened to be half-kitchen), he was fifteen minutes late. The teacher was not amused. But thinking that Cena was new, she forgave him. The classroom only contained about twelve students in it—only a few were boys. Cena decided to use the empty workstation next to Stacy Keibler, who was holding a spatula in her hand. She smiled at him.
"Hi, I'm Stacy Keibler. You must be John Cena, right? The new kid everyone's talking about?" Her voice was soft and smooth.
"Yeah. Call me Cena." Wanting to impress Stacy, Cena pretended he knew how handle kitchen tools. He held up a bowl of fresh eggs and put it on the table--professionally.
"Lilian told me you couldn't answer the maths teacher's questions," she said, laughing.
Cena gulped. "Well, yeah. I mean, you see, I was used to be doing harder maths back then at my old school. So, figuring out the teacher's simple maths questions was a less-than challenging task." Okay, so I'm telling her a lie, Cena bit his lips. But nothing is better than giving a simple but good impression on a chick. Of cours, she's still Randy's girl. Stacy nodded.
"So I see," she commented. Cena couldn't tell whether she was believing every word he'd said.
"Okay, students. We're making an omelette. Ingredients are listed on the board." The teacher started writing on the whiteboard with a blue marker. Cena peered at the board, then trying to work out the amount of each ingredient that was supposed to be given.
Then Stacy interrupted his thoughts. "I don't know how to turn on the stove. I mean, fire is a bit dangerous. Can you help me, Cena?" She had a desperate look on her face.
"Well, I can, but—" Before Cena could answer, Trish Stratus—who happened to be using the workstation on Stacy's other side—quickly instructed her how to do so. The shorter blonde told Stacy the things to be done, and returned to her task.
"It's okay, Trish helped me. Thanks anyway, Cena." Stacy looked apologetic.
"No, that's all right." Darn, Cena cursed under his breath. There goes my first chance.
"Miss, how do you crack the eggs open?" asked Dawn Marie. "It'll ruin my nails. And of course, I don't want it to happen. S'il vous-plaît?" Sighing, the teacher came to help her. Probably she felt sorry why a thick-headed girl like Dawn Marie was placed in her cooking class.
"Hey Cena!" a familiar confident voice called. Cena looked around and saw someone he didn't expect to see. Chris Jericho! Cena secretly hoped he wouldn't have any fight with Y2J; he'd had enough confrontations with JBL and Christian.
"Having fun making omelette?" he asked, grinning. "I have to help Matt Morgan over there, who is pretty hopeless." He gestured toward a big guy with dark hair in blue shirt, who was putting the vegetables on a plate. "He can't even speak properly! He always stutters. Wonder why Carlito ever considered making him his bodyguard."
"You can make an omelette?" asked Cena—doubting that, from Jericho's lifestyle which involves lots of music, he could actually cook. Maybe he could help him to mix the ingredients.
Jericho laughed. "I just buy takeaway foods! I can never be bothered to cook something, even if it's instant noodles." Then he looked at Trish. Although it was not too obvious, but Cena detected a hint of pain in his eyes. Shaking his head, Jericho gave a soft smack on Cena's shoulders.
It was homeroom time. Trying to make his way past the school students to the SmackDown! homeroom, Cena kept an eye around for Team eXtreme. Since both homerooms were just two blocks away from each other, he decided it was best to walk with the threesome. But it didn't take him long to find them.
"Joy! Joy!" Jeff was shouting through the crowd. Cena could see he was chasing a brunette girl in blue top. She didn't look back—it appeared as if she was annoyed with Jeff and decided not to answer back. "Hey, Joy! I'm sorry, okay? Come on!""
Behind Jeff, Candice Michelle laughed. Then she slapped Jeff across the face and walked off with Rachelle Loewen and Michelle McCool. "That's for hurting Joy!" she shouted.
Cena approached Jeff, who was then joined by Matt and Lita. Jeff rubbed his sore cheek, which was turning bright red. "I thought I was good with Joy in Photography yesterday," he moaned.
"What did you do this time, Jeff?" Matt asked.
"Me and Joy had Chemistry in second period. We were dissecting frogs to study animal anatomy. Seeing that Joy wouldn't want to touch the frog, I grabbed a razor and started to cut open the frog," Jeff explained. Lita made a disgusted face. "Joy just had to record the observations. But I think I stabbed the razor too hard on the guts. The organs started flying around and one hit Joy on the face—hard. She started screaming and yelling at me to get it off her face. And that, my friends, was the end of our one-class relationship." Then he noticed that the halls were empty. "We're late for homeroom! See you at recess, Cena!"
As Team eXtreme left him walking to the SmackDown! homeroom, Cena couldn't help wondering what their response would be when he told them he got in trouble with Christian and JBL.
Cena settles his score with Christian to teach the troublemaker a lesson. Cena will also challenge the Basham Brothers in a Handicap match at lunchtime. In P.E., Team eXtreme will show Cena how to take care of business as they take on the legendary Dudley Boyz. When The Rock steps inside the squared circle, what more can happen? Find out in the next chapter: Layeth the Smacketh Downeth!.
A/N: Once again, thanks for all the reviews! Flames are welcome, as always. Also keep the questions coming! The more you read, the more you'll find out what happens! Keep reading. Thank you.