So... This is Chapter two! To all of you who keep asking when it'll be up. I thank you all for reviewing!
So, this chapter'll be a little funnier... not that I'm that good with humor... major concusions, spazzing vampires...please enjoy!
Mike looked at the sheet he was given with his locker number, locker combination, and schedule.
So...gyms first. Right. Where's that? Mike thought to himself as hundreds of people swarmed around him. He looked around, trying to figure out where to go first first, when suddenly something attacked him from behind and covered his eyes.
"Guess who?" The familliar voice practically yelled in his ear.
"Rey, get off me." He sighed, as Rey climbed off his back.
"Hm. How'd you know it was me?" He asked in dissapointment.
"Um, good guess?"
Rey smiled again. "K." He chirped, then went to run off again when Mike grabbed his shoulder.
"Where's the gym? I forget."
Rey looked thoughtful for a second. "This way!" He suddenly exclaimed, then sped off, Mike in close pursuit. Just as they turned a corner, Rey ran smack-dab into a locker, and fell flat on his back. Mike stared in shock at his fallen companion.
The locker door closed, revealing a girl about their age with dark reddish brown hair.
She gasped loudly. "Oh my god! I'm sorry Rey!" She cried, dropping down beside him. Mike continued staring at this girl. She was beautiful...
She looked up at him. "Is he okay?" She asked with concern in her voice. Mike didn't say anything, he was just dazed, staring at her. He shook himself and kneeled down beside Rey, who's eyes snapped open, and stared at Mike.
"...God?" He asked quietly. Mike shook his head.
"It's me, Mike. Are you okay?"
"God? I didn't know your name was Mike..." he murmered.
"No, it's Mike. Mizanin. The guy you sat with on the bus."
"God! Look out! The devil has arrived!" He suddenly scremed, hiding his eyes. Mike looked up, and saw Kevin, his hands on his hips, staring at Rey.
"God. Right." He turned to Mike. "Good thing you did it before I did." He said, indicating Rey, who was rolling on the ground.
"Kevin, get the nurse!" Mike yelled, as Rey's vision faded to black.
Rey suddenly sat bolt up in the bed he was in. He looked around, and saw three women clad in white.
"Angels..." He breathed in awe, watching them. One with long slightly curled brown hair came to him, and placed a warm cloth on his head. She smiled brightly.
"How are you feeling Rey?" She asked softly.
"Am I in heaven?" He asked quietly. Heaven didn't look like he thought it would, but it was white enough.
"No, you're in the nurses office." She replied, smiling.
He rolled over. "I missed St.Peter...Does he know I'm here." he sighed, then fell asleep again.
Mike sat outside the nurses office with Kevin and the redhead. Kevin sat in the middle, glancing around, drummin his fingers on his leg. After a long silence, Kevin groaned.
"Remind me why I'm here?"
Mike yawned and looked at him. "We're seeing if Rey's okay."
Keving groaned again. "Why? I hate the kid."
"He's not that bad." The girl suddenly piped up. "He's just enthusiastic."
Kevin gave her a whithering glare. "He's a fucking nuisense."
She rolled her eyes, then looked at the both of them. "So I didn't catch your names."
"Kevin." he replied. There was a long silence as Kevin stared at Mike. Mike looked at him, then he raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, I'm Mike." He told her.
"Oh! Cool, I'm Christy Hemme!"
"And I'm missing Gym." Kevin muttered, deciding that would be more interesting then this.
"You would have to wear the gym clothes." Christy grinned.
"So?" Kevin sneered.
"They're the school uniform- the school colours." She giggled.
"And how's that so damn terrible?" He asked. Mike and Christy started to snicker.
"What?" He asked, looking between the two of them.
"Our school colours are pink and blue." Mike told him.
"Well..." Kevin sighed, putting his arms around Mike and Christy. "I can hang with you guys for awhile instead I guess..."
Christy giggled again. "I wouldn't wanna go anyway. The girls uniforms are a little... revealing, if you know what I mean. And pink and blue... aren't my favourite colours. So this is better..." Her voice trailed off as a shadow formed over them. All three of them looked up, and saw five girls standing over them.
Kevin and Mike instantly recognized the one up front as Trish. Mike looked at them. He knew them all. Besides Trish, it was: Barbara, Candice, Torrie and Stacy. They were all wearing the matching gym outfits.
Christy was right, the outfits were skimpy. They consisted of a pair of pink and blue very short shorts, and a matching tank top.
Kevin raised an eyebrow at them. "What?" Trish rolled her eyes at him.
"The teacher wanted us to come tell you to get your asses to the gym."
"No," Kevin explained, raising a gloved finger. "He wanted to see you parade around in your outfits."
"Well he has a good reason doesn't he?" Candice smiled, putting her hands on her hips.
Kevin looked thoughtful for a second. "No. Not really. We must have to go to gym." Kevin concluded, standing up, stretching. Candice's mouth fell open in shock.
"What did you say?" She yelled.
"That... we have to get to gym." Kevin replied slowly, pulling Mike and Christy off the bench.
Suddenly all the girls backed up, allowing a massive figure of Dalip to step towards Kevin, Mike and Christy.
Dalip nodded at Kevin and Mike, then grabbed Christy's hand. "Come on Christy." He said quietly, glaring at the five other girls. Christy turned and waved at Mike and possibly Kevin.
"Seeya guys!" She chirped, skipping behind Dalip.
"What the fuck did we just see?" Kevin snorted, watching them head for the gym.
"Didn't you know? They've been dating all Summer." Stacy smiled, sighing. "I think it's so cute."
"Don't be stupid Stacy!" Candice snickered. "It's the worst couple ever!"
Mike's shoulders dropped. "She's dating Dalip?" He asked.
"Apparently..." Kevin responded, watching a heated argument form between Candice and Stacy. "Let's get to gym lover boy," he then said "Before this get's ugly. Er." Then he pulled Mike behind him down the hall.
"Wha? Lover boy?" He exclaimed, as he was being pulled down the hall. Kevin smiled a little.
"Yeah. You like Christy don't you? I saw your little heart being broken when you heard the news."
Mike rolled his eyes. "Tell the world then, why don't cha, Kev." Kevin shrugged.
"If you say so." He grinned, leaning into the science room. "Hey! Mike likes Christy Hemme!" He suddenly yelled.
Chris Irvine jumped at the sudden noise, and dropped a beaker of Sulpheric acid on the floor, smashing it.
"Good going retard!" Benoit yelled at Irvine, whacking his arm, causing him to drop the glass petri dish he had in his other hand.
"Yeah, shut up moron. It's his fault!" He stated ponting at the door Kevin had been in. But by now, Mike had dragged Kevin away.
"The door. The door made you do it." Benoit said in disbelief.
"Yes, the door. No! The creepy kid that was there. Duh." Irvine growled, as the teacher ushered the class out the door.
"Of course." Benoit laughed, walking through the door. He stopped half way and shook a finger at the door. "Now don't, do it, again." He ordered the doorframe, as Irvine pushed past him.
"He said Mike likes Christy Hemme..." Dave mused. Shawn stuck his arms in the air, his eyes wide.
"I don't!"
"Well, no, you're just Shawn to us. You ain't no Mike." Hunter laughed, hitting on the back.
"Good. Because if Dalip heard that shit, I'd be mince meat." He shuddered.
Kevin and Mike stepped into the gym to be greeted by a fuming gym teacher.
"Where the hell were you guys?" He yelled directly in Kevin's face, spraying saliva on him.
Kevin slowly wiped off his face, then he started to sneer. "Stuck at the nurse's office." he said slowly, as if the teacher wouldn't understand.
He glanced around, then sighed. "Fine. Don't be late again! Now put on your uniforms." He then held out the pink and blue monstrosity. Kevin's eyes widened as their maddened gym teacher stuck it under his nose. He backed up, wildly looking around the room. Pink and blue. Everywhere. Even Shannon.
It was too much.
"Hell no I won't wear that." Kevin gagged, looking at Mike who was leaving to the changing room.
"WHAT? YOU MUST HONOUR OUR SCHOOL COLOURS! WHERE THEM PROUDLY!" He suddenly snapped, pushing Kevin through the change room doors.
"AGH! NO!" Kevin yelled, pushing him away. "Jesus! What fag picked pink and blue anyway!" he screeched loudly. Suddenly, he turned and tore out of the room, arms in the air.
Mike regarded him thoughtfully for a second, then turned to go get changed.
As he stepped out the door, he heard his teacher talking, and saw everyone on the benches. He looked for Kevin, but didn't see him, so he went and sat beside Kurt and Dwayne.
"And for those of you who don't know my name, I'm Mr. Thompson... just call me Tom."
Suddenly, Andrew snickered loudly.
"Is something funny Andrew?" He yelled pointing at him.
"TOM THOMPSON!" He roared, hitting his head off of the wall a couple times.
"What's so funny?" A smaller kid, Mike recognized him as Matthew Kaye- a teachers pet, asked snidley.
Andrew stopped laughing so quickly it was chilling. A sudden silence rippled across the gym as Andrew's head darted toward Kaye, a grimace plastered on his face. Kaye shrank back, petrified.
What happened next shocked everyone. Andrew smiled wryly, then leaned back where he was, still smiling.
"Right... anyways, today, we'll start off by doing some basic exersises... NOW DROP DOWN AND GIVE ME 20!!!" Mr. Thompson suddenly scremed, causing everyone to drop down and start initiating push-ups.
Mike looked over to Dalip and Andrew out of curiosity, and saw Andrew standing on Dalip's back as he was doing push-ups on his fingertips. He shuddered and continued, finally reaching twenty.
"Twenty sit-ups!" He then screamed, blowing his whistle as hard as humanly possible, as everyone dropped and began doing their twenty.
Mike grimaced. He hated sit-ups. They were like his worst enemy. He didn't know why, he just loathed them.
After twenty, Mr. Thompson announced that everyone was to run three laps around the gym. Amidst groans, he blew his whistle five times, then stopped.
"Everyone shut up! If you whine once more that twenty suicides! FOR EACH WHINE! NOW GET MOVING!" He bellowed, sending everyone off.
Mike was running as fast as he can, to get this over with. This gym was huge. He recognized the guy infront of him, and he was trying to figure it out, when suddenly, the figure stopped dead in his tracks, causing Mike to slam full impact into him, throwing him to the ground. Mike shook his head slowly, and sat up, his ears ringing loudly.
He turned around and held out a hand, and helped Mike up.
"Sorry 'bout that." He muttered, as Mike regained his balance.
"Holy Shit man, why'd you stop like that?" Mike groaned, holding his arm. His vision was still blurred.
"Look, I'm sorry... Mike... Uh, Dalip just kinda stopped up there." He apologized. Mike could see he was pointing at a large figure standing over someone else. "He just kicked that guy in the back of the head..."
Mike recognized that voice. Matt... he thought to himself. Before he could say anything, Mr. Thompson suddenly bellowed from the back.
" MICHAEL, MATTHEW! GET A MOVE ON LADIES! THAT'S TWENTY SUICIDES EACH ON FRIDAY!"
Mike sighed as Matt took off running, and hit himself once on the head, clearing his vision a little more, then kept running.
Matt Hardy: Gee, I wonder!
Jeff: Jeff Hardy. Gawd.
Mike Mizanin: The Miz!
Kurt: Kurt Angle. Duh
Dwayne: The Rock!
Shannon: Shannon Moore
Maria: Maria Kanellis
Ashley: Ashley Massaro
Brian: Brian Kendrick/ Spanky
Paul: Paul London
Phil: CM Punk/ that annoying fag.
Andrew: Test
Dalip: Khali
Frank: Bobby Lashley
Dave: Batista
Rob: RVD
Terry: Sabu
Shawn: Shawn Michaels (I'm aware his first name is Michael, but, FACT: Known to his friends and family as SHAWN!
Paul (Hunter): HHH
Kevin: Kevin Thorn
Chris Irvine: Chris Jericho
Chris Benoit: The Queen. Jeez, who d'ya think?
Oscar/Rey: Rey Mysterio
Randy: Randy Orton (Loch Ness Monster, RKO!)
Trish: Trish Stratus
Barbara: Kelly Kelly
John: John Cena
Jim: The Sandman
Adam: Edge
Jay: Christian
Amy: Lita
Matthew Kaye: Matt Striker
Stacy: Stacy Keibler
Christy Hemme: Big Foot. (Geez.)
Candice: Candice Michelle
Torrie: Torrie Wilson.
A/N I hope you enjoyed it... you're requests will be in next chapter! Later! Sorry if there's typos.