Chapter 1

It was the first day of her freshman year at Spritzville High School, and Stephanie McMahon was excited. She had been waiting for the day when she could finally say she was a high school student, and today was that day. She had woken up thirty minutes before she was supposed to, but she wasn't the least bit tired. Rather, she was more energetic than she'd ever been!

"Shane! Steph! Time for breakfast!" Linda McMahon called up the stairs. She looked around the table. Only three places were set. Her husband Vince's place hadn't been set because, as usual, he wasn't there. As owner of the WWE, he had to be at the office a lot. She was used to it by now, but that didn't mean she didn't miss him every day.

"You cooked breakfast, or did Maria cook it?" Shane McMahon asked, walking into the room. He carried only a notebook under his arm. He was wearing an oversized shirt, baggy jean pants, and vintage Jordan shoes. His cap was turned sideways on his head and he had shades on.

"I cooked it, and what are you wearing?" Linda asked.

"What's wrong with my clothes?" Shane asked, looking down at himself. "I think I look good, know what I'm saying?"

"You've been hanging out with that thug again, haven't you?" she asked. "What's his name? John Cena?"

"C-Dawg," he corrected. "We went shopping together over the weekend for school clothes and he really helped me fix my fashion problem."

"You didn't have one," she said, shaking her head disapprovingly. "And your pants are hanging way too low, young man."

"Ma, I'm a senior now. It doesn't matter how I look," he said huffily, sitting down at the table. "I think I look cool, and the ladies will agree."

"Good morning, family," Steph said in a singsong voice as she entered the room. She was wearing a tight shirt, some hip-hugger jeans, and some high-heeled boots. Her hair was down, framing her face in curly waves. She put her mesh book bag down next to her spot at the table and sat down. "I'm officially a high school student."

"You look like a whore," Shane said immediately.

"And you look like a pimp," Steph replied.

"We did a good job!" Shane said, reaching over to give her a high five.

"You two are crazy," Linda said, shaking her head and smiling. When had her babies grown so much? And so fast? She looked at the clock. "Hurry up and eat breakfast, school will be starting soon."

"And I want to be early, Shane," Steph said. "We have to be early."

"Baby sis, you have to learn how me and my boys roll," Shane said. "We arrive right on time, not early. And we arrive in style."

"Are you picking someone up for school?" Linda asked as the two teenagers started eating.

"Just the usual. C-Dawg," Shane said, biting a piece of toast.

"Not with my baby girl in there," Linda said. "I will not have that thug in the car with my baby girl."

"Ok, Mom," Shane said. He and Steph shared a knowing look.

"If you pick Amy up for me then I won't tell Mom when you pick John up," Steph whispered.

"Amy who?" he asked, pretending not to recognize the name. "That red-head you hang out with?"

"Yes! My best friend for life, Amy Dumas. Duh!" she replied.

"Deal," he said. They quickly finished their breakfast. "Let's get outta here."

"Ok, Mom," Steph said, getting up and grabbing her book bag. "We're about to head to school so Shane can give me the grand tour."

"Ok, where are my hugs?" Linda asked. Both Shane and Steph hugged her, and she gave them each a kiss on the forehead. "Don't worry about the breakfast dishes. I'll clear the table. Just have fun in school and be careful. And Shane, keep an eye out for your little sister. She's only a kid."

"I'm almost 15, Mom," Steph said. "I'm ok."

"I'll watch out for her. I'm nearly 18. I can keep her safe," Shane reassured his mother. "We'll see you after school."

"Ok, I love you two," Linda said as the two teens walked out the kitchen door and into the garage.

"We love you, too!" both kids called. Shane unlocked the doors to his Land Rover and they hopped in. A few minutes later, they were in the car on the way to Amy's house.

"I'm so excited!" Steph squealed. She could barely keep still in the back seat of the car.

"The excitement will wear off soon enough, trust me," Shane said as he cruised through the streets of their high class neighborhood.

"Why are you picking John up anyway?" she asked, changing the subject. "Lord knows he has, like, three cars already."

"Yeah, I know, but his parents took all of his keys for a week," he replied, coming to a stop in front of Amy's house and blowing the horn.

"Why?"

"Because of the other day when he beat up that dude in the mall. Remember when I told you about that guy who told him he couldn't rap?" he asked.

"Oh yeah, I remember," she said slowly. "So they took his keys."

"Yep. He gets them back this Saturday." He looked over at the door to Amy's house as Amy stepped out. "Wow, Steph, your little friend is really growing up!"

"Shut up, dork," she replied as Amy made her way to the car.

Amy hopped in the back seat behind Shane and looked at Steph. "Oh my God, this is so cool!" Amy exclaimed. "We're gonna arrive at school in style!"

"I know, isn't it awesome? Think of all the other freshmen who'll be riding the bus!" Stephanie exclaimed. "I'm so lucky I have a brother who's a senior."

"A very hot brother who's a senior," Amy said as Shane drove to C-Dawg's house.

"Hot? Amy, do you have a fever?" Steph asked. "Because in no way, shape, or form is my brother hot."

"Keep talking like that, Steph, and you won't have a ride to school," Shane warned as he pulled to a stop in front of C-Dawg's house and blew the horn.

As soon as Shane blew the horn, C-Dawg came out the door. He was wearing the same type of clothes as Shane was, baseball cap tilted sideways, shades perched on the tip of his nose. He came over to the Land Rover and hopped inside in the front seat.

"He's hot, too," Amy whispered as Shane started driving.

"Totally. I love his voice," Steph agreed, but she was thinking about another one of Shane's friends. "Hey Shane, how's Chris getting to school?"

"He's driving, duh," Shane replied.

"Are you gonna meet him at school?" she asked. She really wanted to see him. She'd had a crush on him forever.

"Of course I will. You know me, him, and C-Dawg here are the three amigos," Shane said. He looked at her when they came to a red light. "Why are you so interested in Chris in the first place?"

"I was just curious," Steph replied, looking at Amy.

"Whatever," Shane said. He got into a conversation with C-Dawg about what girls he thought were gonna be hot this year at school.

"You're still crazy about Chris, huh?" Amy asked.

"Shhh!" Steph replied. "Shane doesn't know."

"Ok, I won't say anything," Amy promised.

"We're here, yo," C-Dawg said as they pulled into the student parking lot at Spritzville High School.

Shane pulled his Land Rover into a spot next to a shiny silver Jaguar.

"Wow, that is a tight car!" Amy exclaimed. "I think I'll ask my dad to get me one once I can drive."

"That's just Chris's car," Shane said with a wave of his hand. He grabbed his notebook. "Come on, let's get out."

They all stepped out of the Land Rover at the same time. Then they stood in a little group at the front of the car.

"I'm a cool big brother," Shane said to Steph. "I'm not going to tell you that you can't talk to me during school or anything like that. You and Ames are free to hang out with me any time you see me."

"Yeah, me, too," C-Dawg added.

"Good," Steph said, looking around at all the kids in the parking lot. They all looked so...big!

"Awesome!" Amy said excitedly. She loved the way Shane called her Ames!

Next to them, the driver's door of the Jag opened and Chris Irvine stepped out. His long blonde hair was in a ponytail, and he was dressed like Shane and C-Dawg. His shirt and pants were baggy and loose, his Jordans untied but impeccably clean and new.

"Three amigos unite!" Shane said as Chris walked over to them.

"Dude, that's, like, really corny," Chris said with a smile. He looked over at Steph and Amy. "And check you two out. Steph, you better watch out around here."

"Why?" Steph asked nervously.

"Because I might have to come over there and kiss you," he said with a smile. He went over and kissed her on the forehead, then put his arm around her shoulder affectionately. "I can't believe you're a freshman now, kid."

"Chris, there you are!" came a loud female voice from behind them. They all turned around to see a busty blonde walking up to them.

"Oh, hey, Trish," Chris said, quickly removing his arm from around Steph and walking over to Trish.

"Um, we'll catch up with you later, Chris," Shane said. C-Dawg nodded and the two quickly walked away, leaving Steph and Amy with Chris and Trish.

"Who are these two? Obviously freshmen," Trish said, looking critically at Steph and Amy.

"Oh, I should make introductions. Trish, meet Shane's little sister Stephanie and Steph's friend, Amy," Chris said quickly. "Steph, Amy, meet my girlfriend Trish Stratus."

"Nice to meet you," Steph said numbly.

"Yeah, nice to meet you," Amy said quickly.

"Chris, we totally don't need to be seen with freshmen. We're seniors," Trish pointed out, grabbing his arm.

"What difference does that make?" Chris asked.

"All the difference in the world," Trish said nastily. She started walking away, pulling him with her.

"I'll see you later," Chris called over his shoulder to both Steph and Amy as Trish whisked him away, but his eyes were focused only on Steph.

"Bye," both of them called, and watched as the blonde dragged him towards the school and away from them.

"Geez, that Trish is a bitch!" Amy said, shaking her head.

Steph's eyes were wide. She still couldn't believe what she had just learned. "He has a girlfriend?"