Thanks for your reviews ya'll! You rock! So this is chapter THREE! YES! Geez I'm sorry the other one took forever... Anyways, this one will be different... and I'll try to make this one funnier. Let's just say a certain student's going to be hospitalized... Enjoy.

Matt walked down the hall dragging his black gym bag behind him, heading for his locker. He'd just turned the corner when he noticed something odd. A blonde teen with baggy jeans and a black shirt with a green skull on it was hanging by his locker, a cigarette in his mouth, smoke gathered around him. Matt instantly recognized him as Jim Fullington, who used to be one of his friends, and he knew Jim hated his guts and would probably want to see them spilled infront of him.

Matt looked warily a him, and took another step closer, trying to figure out what was going on. Why was Jim so close to his locker?

Suddenly, Jim mashed the cigarette onto Matt's locker, putting it out, and let it drop to the ground. Matt shuddered at the look on Jim's face.

He breathed out and continued at a normal pace to his locker, shaking off what he'd seen. As he reached his locker, he saw a note sticking out of his locker. He looked intently as he picked it up, and suddenly his eyes widened as he read the note.

-You're dead

Mike continued down the hall to the cafeteria, when someone grabbed his shoulder. He looked up, and saw Jim.

"Hey! I thought your parents were sending you to that "Catholic School" what happened to that?" Mike asked in interest.

"Well, they changed their minds." Jim explained, nodding. Mike looked to the Student ID card on the string on his neck.

"Your ID says you are James Fullington of St. Horatio secondary school..." Mike grinned, as they got in line for their lunch.

"Yeah, well I decided I'd come here. Well, I made the bus driver stop here. Besides, I decided I had some time to kill with my friend Matt." Jim snarled, pushing Matthew out of his way. "Look out Kaye." he then snarled.

"Kill?" Kaye gulped, his eyes wide.

Jim chuckled, patting his head. "No, the other Matt. I haven't got any problems with you. Yet. Now be on your way. Hurry along." He said, shooing him off.

Matthew hurried down the hallway, eager to get away from Jim.

I'll just go out for lunch... He decided. As he rounded a corner by the lockers, he felt strong arms grab him from behind. He didn't even try to struggle- it was useless.

Andrew threw him against a portrait of the principal of 1946, shattering the glass, sending shards of it everywhere. Matt looked up and down the halls. Deserted.

Without a word, Andrew slammed his fist into his stomach, then in the head.

He spun around, and rammed Matt against the school awards, then threw him on the floor, and lept on him, and began rapidly punching him in the face.

He could feel the blood everywhere. People often reffered to Andrew as "mean" and "a bully"

This was an understatement. He wasn't mean, just completely insane. He hated almost everyone. If he liked you, you were the luckiest son of a bitch in school. If you piss of Andrew, do NOT expect to come out unskathed.

Andrew picked Matthew up by the neck, but didn't let go of his neck, but began squeezing harder.

Suddely, as he began to grow dizzy, and barely consious, it stopped. He could see a blurred Andrew smiling devishly down on him.

"Mike and Jim did this to you." He ordered threatiningly. "Right?"

Matthew weakly nodded, then staggered off.

Glen, Terry and Rob came through the doors of the school to see a bloody and beaten Matthew Kaye, stumbling around.

"Jesus Matt!" Glen exclaimed, grabbing his shoulder. At that, Matthew flinched.

"Who the hell did this?" Rob asked, Terry standing behind him.

"...Guys?" Terry muttered. They looked at him, and he pointed at the hallway where he was attacked.

"Holy shit..." Glen muttered, then turned back to Matthew. "Who did this?" He demanded.

Glen was known school-wide as meaner, tougher, and more violent then Andrew, and could easily get rid of him without the slightest problem.

But that's just if you provoke him. Otherwise, he's one of the nicest guys in the school. But people know not to mess with him. Matthew knew that if he told Glen, Andrew wouldn't be a problem.

But then there was Dalip. Everybody knew Dalip was a kind hearted, gentle, nice guy- but extremely loyal. He was attached to Andrew at the hip, and he wouldn't stand for it if Glen so much as layed a finger on Andrew.

Glen could beat up Dalip, but Andrew and Dalip? There was no way.

"It was...Mike and Jim." Matthew lied.

"Bullshit." Rob said flatly.

"Really! They ganged up on me! Jim did most of it, but Mike pushed me into the picture!" He insisted. If anyone figured out he was lying (especially Glen) he would be dead within a week.

Glen looked warily at him. "We'll talk to them." he nodded.

Terry cracked his knuckles.

Glen and Rob sighed. "Not now Terry." Rob groaned. Terry sighed, and nodded.

A small distance away, two figures were observing the situation.

"You wouldn't know anything about this, would you?" Christy asked Dalip.

Dalip looked away, and shook his head. "No." He said quietly.

Kevin slipped into the cafeteria a couple minutes after Mike and Jim had. He ran into the line behind them, ignoring the angry protesting from the girls behind him.

"Mike! You're alive!" He exclaimed. "And you're not wearing pink!"

Mike turned around. "Oh, hi Kevin. Where did you get off to?"

"I went to chemistry instead. But that friggen Randy Orton was there. Did I tell you how much I hate him?" Kevin then asked, looking quite unhappy.

Jim turned around. "Uh, who's this?" he asked Mike. Kevin didn't acknowledge him and continued talking about how stupid Randy was.

"And don't forget that idiot Andrew. Jesus, you'd swear he was dropped and his head twenty-three times as a child..." he ranted.

"Hey!" Jim suddenly yelled. They all looked at him.

"Uh-huh, and who are you?" Kevin asked, in a bored kind of manner. Mike laughed nervously.

"This is Jim- he's a good friend of mine. Jim this is Kevin." Mike introduced them.

"Oh... cool... I thought you were yelling at me for no reason. I get it now." He nodded, holding out his hand.

Suddenly, something pushed Kevin, hard, out of the way. Mike and Jim looked, and saw Glen, Terry and Rob, all not looking very pleased. Terry cracked his knuckles. Rob sighed in frustration.

"Not now Terry." He told him. Terry nodded.

"Hey guys!" Jim greeted, punching Glen lightly on the shoulder. "It's been forever!"

Glen moved closer. "Come on, I need to talk to you guys." He ordered, then turned, and walked towards an empty corner of the cafeteria.

Jim, Mike and Kevin began to follow them. Glen turned and glared at Kevin.

"Not him." he growled. Kevin shrugged, and walked off towards a table.

When they reached the corner, Glen spun around.

"Did you, or did you not beat the shit out of Matt?" He grimaced.

"Matt? Ha! Don't I wish!" Jim laughed bitterly, glaring at Matt, who was eating with Adam, Jay and Amy.

Glen shook his head. "Not that Matt. Matt Kaye."

"No! He might be a bit on a nuisence, but I wouldn't hurt the kid! Why? What happened?" Mike asked.

Rob sighed. "Follow me." He then ordered. They followed him out of the cafeteria, and into the main entrance hall.

Mike and Jim surveyed the scene.

"Holy shit..." Jim said, picking his way through broken glass, sharded wood, and blood. "What the fuck happened?"

"We don't know... we found Matthew here, similar to a bloody pulp. He told us you guys did it, I mean, I didn't believe him, but Rob and Glen insisted that we asked..." Terry explained.

Mike looked around. "Even though he's a little liar, and he deserved a punch or two, I would never wish this on the guy..." he muttered, looking at the dents in the locker

"You!" Someone suddenly yelled angrily behind them. They all turned, and saw Matt, Shannon, Adam, Jay, Amy and Phil storming through the bloody scence, not even noticing the glass and wood everywhere.

Jim laughed, and stepped forward, his head up. "Well well well, if it isn't the fuckface tribe themselves. What brings us the honor?" He sneered, as Adam got right in his face.

"What the hell is up with you!?" Adam yelled in his face. Jim wiped his face off.

"Obviously a tad more then you." He spat, staring down at Adam.

He laughed bitterly, then stepped closer. "Don't act like you don't know what you did! Don't be an idiot!" He yelled, pulling out a crumpled note.

Jim snatched it from his hands, and read it carefully.

"Yeah... I missed the whole segment on why this has something to do with us." Jim sighed, throwing the note back into Adam's face.

Matt stepped forward, enraged. "I saw you by my locker after gym! Right where I found the note! Don't play stupid Jim!" He yelled.

Jim sighed softly, and pulled out a cigarette. "If you didn't know, my locker happens to be right beside yours. If you have a problem with me hanging by my locker, talk to the principal about it." He finsihed, lighting the cigarette.

Adam shoved the note into his face. "What about THIS! Can't explain that can you?"

Jim grabbed the note. "I wouldn't waste my time." He flatly said, then tossed the note onto the ground, and stomped on it.

Adam raised a fist, but Jim grabbed his wrist, twisting it behind his back, bringing him to the ground.

Phil ran at them. "Take Phil!" Jim ordered, and Rob's leg connected with Phil's neck and brought him to the ground. Rob jumped onto him and began punching.

Without a word, Terry jumped on Jay's back, putting all his weight onto him, making his legs give out, and practically crushing him. Mike turned, to meet a fist in the face by Shannon. Mike fell back onto the ground. He looked up to the surprised face of Shannon. Shannon brought one of his hands forward, and helped Mike up, only to be tackled by Jim.

As Mike stood up, his eyes started stinging as he took a hard blow to the head. He turned to Matt, who looked very vindicated. Suddenly his eyes went wide, as something grabbed him by the throat, and lifted him through the air. Mike watched in horror and amazement as Glen raised him higher into the air. Suddenly, before Glen brought him into the ground, there was a loud shout.

"Hey! What the hell do you think is going on!" Someones voice boomed. They all turned to see a large man, red-faced and quite pissed off.

"Well, you see Mr. Hogan, these guys attacked us for no-"

"Don't lie you dumb shit!" Jim yelled, kicking Adam in the ribs, bringing him back to his knees.

"Well, the fuckface tribe attacked us for something they claimed I did, which I didn't, and we were defending ourselves." Jim explained to the principal, who shook his head.

"Language is unneeded Jim... I'll talk to you all after school. Get to classes. I believe you all have History together. Now go!" He yelled.

Without hesitation, they all scurried off to get to the classroom.

A/N You see, I usually hate having wrestlers as teachers...but Lisa really wanted Hulk in here. Also, I didn't want to use Hulk's real name...it's...annoying... yeah. Reviews will be much appretiated!

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