Okay, thanks guys for reviewing! You guys are so number one! Anyways, incase there was confusion, Matt Striker got beat up, Matt Hardy is in the "fuckface tribe" And Chris Jericho is the one with Benoit. No other Chris's will be used. Okay? Okay. Please enjoy and maybe leave your thoughts in review form! Woohoo! lmfaowas! BZTTGM!!! (yay! Lisa, you better be reading this!)
"But sir! We didn't do anything wrong! They attacked us on assumption! We shouldn't have to do all this stuff! Cleaning the bathrooms!?" Jim yelled at Mr. Hogan, who had just explained to them what their punishment would be, and it was close to the end of the day. In fact one more class was left- actually half a class.
Phil laughed bitterly. "Bathrooms? Those aren't that big! We have to clean the yard! Man, that yard is massive!"
"Not to mention the junk strewn around it!" Adam exclaimed, pointing at the yard from the window,
"People SHIT in bathrooms!" Jim yelled, at Adam, who rolled his eyes. "But...I wouldn't be surprised if you people shit in the yard as well..." He added.
Mr. Hogan stood up. "I will NOT tolerate such language Jim!" He roared. But as he did, Adam had already jumped at Jim, and they were exchanging punches.
Mr. Hogan slammed a large fist onto the table infront of him, sending pens and papers everywhere. "Will you idiots stop fighting for FIVE MINUTES!" he yelled, practically screaming the last bit.
Jim and Adam both backed off, as Mike spoke up.
"Can you at least let Shannon off? He didn't do anything!" He protested. Shannon smiled appreciatively at Mike, but it faded as their enraged principal exploded again.
"THAT IS THE PROBLEM! HE DID NOTHING! BYSTANDING!!!!!!" He screamed into Mike's face, who shuddered.
Suddenly, the seceratery leaned into the room. "Sir, there's been a problem..." She said urgently.
He sighed and leaned back, rolling his eyes. "What now Tanya?" He asked.
"Umm... there was a student...with a concusion...and he's dissapeared from the nurse's office." She explained. Mike's eyes widened.
"Well, I'll get a couple of us to look around... You guys, you are dismissed, for now... Tomorrow, once you get off the bus, come here- I'll give you all supplies to clean." he told them.
"We get to miss classes!" Jim exclaimed excitedly.
"Nope. Between classes, at lunch, and after school for half an hour, every day, for a month." He said smugly.
A sneer played across Jim's face, as Mr. Hogan continued. "Oh, and Jim? You'll have some special attention payed to you- making sure you get to class, making sure you don't go an with your usual antics- smoking, drinking... THAT IS NOT TOLERATED!"
"Oh, sir? Who said I smoked, or drink!" he spat.
Mr. Hogan pointed at his pocket. Jim looked down and saw a pack of cigarettes poking out, and the tip of a bottle of whisky, just as the vice principal, Mrs. Eastings snatched them away. Jim twitched, his knuckles turning white, as they were being clenched tight enough to strangle someone to death.
"Now, get going!" he yelled, and without hesitation, they all piled out of the office, passed the seceratery's desk, and into the hall. Once they were out of earshot, Jim turned, and shoved Matt into the wall.
"What the hell is your problem kid!" Jim harshly whispered.
"Death threats can land you in jail dumbass!" He whispered back.
"I didn't write that note Matt!" He insisted.
"Come on Jim, it's not worth it getting in trouble again. Let's just go." Mike told him, grabbing his shoulder.
"Yeah Matt, just let it go. Let's just not hate eachother for five minutes-like whatshisname said- let's figure this out. If Mike and Jim didn't beat up Kaye, who did?" Shannon asked.
Jim scoffed. "Obviously someone bigger then us.."
"Alot more brutal." Mike added.
"Someone with no remorse...who Kaye had pissed off at one point..." Rob pointed out. Everyone went quiet.
"Andrew." They all said in unison.
"And why would Andrew pin the blame on you guys?" Terry asked.
"Obviously trying to start something..." Mike replied.
"Maybe to start a fight with someone...?" Jim offered
"I don't see what you're getting at..." Glen mumbled, looking at everyone.
"And he left the note on the locker to try to get Matt and us mad at Jim and Mike, so that would spark up a fight..." Shannon nodded.
"And so, that would bring the attention off of him...but...for...what?" Phil asked, shaking his head.
Suddenly, Mike's eyes went wide.
"Jesus jumped up christ, he's going to do something else- more extreme- and with Hogan watching us like a hawk..."
"He'll blame us!" Jim yelled, punching the wall.
"What's wrong guys?" Came a cheery voice behind them. They all turned and saw Christy smiling behind them. Behind Christy was Dalip and Andrew. Strangely enough, the cheery voice came from Andrew, who stepped forward and inspected Jim's hand.
"Ouch...don't want to go around punching walls Jim. They tend to be rock hard." He told Jim, smiling...pleasently.
"What the fuck do you want Andrew?" Jim growled.
Andrew looked hurt. Genuinely hurt. He shook his head, and smiled again. "Come on, Jim. I want to talk to you for a second, okay?" He asked (rather then ordering).
"Er...okay." He replied, and followed Andrew to the end of the hall. For some reason, he had this feeling that when he talked to him alone, he wouldn't be so nice...
Andrew didn't stop as they walked through the doors, but continued to the huge willow tree about twenty meters away from the school. Jim stopped beside him.
"Listen Jim... I kinda need to talk to you." He told him. Jim looked at him questioningly, but sat down on the grass, and reached into his pocket for a smoke, but swore quietly when he remembered that Mrs. Eastings had stolen them.
"Okay. Shoot." Jim sighed.
Kevin sat in art class, shuddering. Why did they keep giggling, and looking at him? He turned and looked at Trish, Barbara and Stacy smiling and looking over.
He turned his attention back to the teacher, when something landed on his desk. He blinked once. Twice. Then opened it.
-Hey Kevin- It said. He glanced around nervously, and saw Trish wave at him.
He turned back, and scrawled -What?-
-What's up? -Trish-
-...er...nothing really... why do you ask? don't you have anything better you could be doing?-
-Of course not! How could anything be better then talking to you? -Trish-
"Uh, yeah, remember the book that I hit you with? Aren't you pissed?-
-Pissed? Of course not! That wuz funny! -Trish-
-...Funny?-
-Yeah! You're really cool. -Trish-
Kevin looked at her, a raised eyebrow. She giggled and waved. His eyes went wide. He turned back to that note, and quickly began writing.
-Leave me alone!-
-lol, ur hilarious! What you doing tonight? -Trish-
-That would be... none of your business-
-lol, that's ok. So what do you think about this teacher? -Trish-
-He's an annoying hippy with nothing else better to do.-
He heard Trish trying not to laugh. He slammed his head onto his desk, and looked up to the clock. Twenty more minutes of class... Jesus...
Another note sailed onto his desk, and he started reading it.
-Jesus Kevin, you lucky piece of shit! Trish is so into you! Ask her out! -Kurt & Dwayne-
Kevin rolled his eyes. -Jesus Christ no! She's terrifying! And creepy... you can have her! I'll put in a good word for you Kurt. Dwayne. You're weird.-
-Gee thanks- Dwayne- Really you're awesome buddy!-Kurt-
Another note fell on his desk.
-You are SO cute! :D Trish-
Kevin screamed and threw the note across the room. Suddenly, someone pulled a chair into the desk attached to his. Kevin jumped, then turned around to see Trish smiling widely at him.
"Notes are so annoying aren't they? Talking in person is WAY better." Trish smiled, sliding a little closer to him.
"Indeed. You see that guy over there?" He pointed at Kurt. "He likes you."
Trish looked at Kurt. "Kurt? Aww! But I like someone else alot more." She said shyly, moving her chair over a little more.
"Really. Is it Dwayne? Because I think he likes you too. More then Kurt. And...yeah, go see him!" He exclaimed.
Trish giggled, and moved even closer.
"Really! Please! I need to be alone!" he practically screamed at her.
The whole room went quiet, and everyone looked at him. He waved, then raised his hand. Mr. Wilkins, their spaced out teacher, nodded at him.
"May I please go to the bathroom!?" He asked frantically. Mr. Wilkins nodded sagely again, and Kevin practically lept out of the room, and flew down the hall, right into someone. He sat bolt up, and stood, stumbled , and lurched forward.
Someone started laughing. He looked at them, his eyebrow raised, at... no other then Randy Orton. Kevin eyes flashed at Randy.
"What the fuck are you laughing at Pilsbery dough brain?" He spat, standing up. Suddenly someone ran to Kevin..
"Are you okay Kevie? What did this idiot do?" He recognized the voice as Trish's. He rolled his eyes and groaned.
"This idiot did nothing. He's far to stupid. I'm amazed you're breathing Orton." He told Randy, patted his shoulder, then walked away, leaving him in shock.
Why the hell was Trish with Kevin? He thought to himself.
"Sit with Christy!" Andrew ordered Dalip, as he noticed that Andrew was sitting at the back of the bus with Jim. Dalip raised an eyebrow, but sat down beside Christy.
It was the end of the day, and they were headed home.
Mike was sitting across from Andrew and Jim by himself. Suddenly Kevin flew onto the bus, ran up the aisle, and ducked into the seat beside Mike.
"Hi?" Mike greeted, raising an eyebrow.
"Did she see me?" He hoarsly whispered.
"Who?" Mike asked, just as Trish poked her blonde head over the seat.
"Hi Kevin!" Kevin screamed and sank down lower. He saw Kurt glaring at him from the seat infront of Andrew. Kevin smiled sheepishly and waved at him.
"So...what's up Mike?" He asked, in a strained voice.
"Did you not see the seat beside us?" He whispered.
Kevin looked over at Jim.
"And...?"
"Why is he sitting with Andrew?" He asked.
"I wouldn't know... I've...had my own little problems all day." He said as the bus stopped, and Kevin and a couple other people stood up. "Seeya later guys." He muttered, then ran off the bus. Mike looked down, and saw a small picture beside him. He picked it up, and looked at it.
It was a girl with long black hair, and she was wearing blood red eyeshadow, and she was wearing a blue tube top with a black skull and crossbones, and a white and black striped sweater underneath, sitting beside Kevin, who was smiling
"Kevin! You forgot your picture!" He yelled, as the bus door closed, and began driving away.
"Dammit..." He muttered, and stuck the picture into his backpack.
Someone moved into the seat beside him. He looked up, and blinked.
"Hi Mike!" Christy smiled.
"Hey. What's up?" he asked.
"Well, not much. Dalip got off, so I decided to come sit with you!" She replied, waving at Andrew, who was still sitting with Jim. Andrew nodded and smiled.
She saw the confused look on Mike's face. She laughed.
"You probably think I'm either weird or insane for hanging out with Andrew and Dalip, don't you?" She asked.
"Well...a little..." He answered truthfully. She laughed again.
"And you probably think Andrew's the worst person in the school, right?" She asked quietly.
"Uh...Kind of." He responded sheepishly. She giggled.
"Though you may not see it, Andrew's one of the nicest guys I know...he's just got...major issues. I guess you have to know him for him to be nice to you. There is ALOT worse people in the school besides Andrew." She told him. He nodded.
"...Like?"
"Randy Orton. He thinks he's a 'womanizer' and he just has the worst ego ever! It doesn't help that almost every girl in the school is totally head over heels in love with him. At least Andrew has some dignity left." Christy explained.
"Wow...I never really thought of that... I guess you're right..." He muttered. She giggled and pointed at the picture that had fallen out of his backpack.
"Why do you have a picture of Shelly?" She leaned closer. "And Kevin?" She giggled again.
"Kev left it on the bus, so I'm going to bring it to him tomorrow."
"Oh...I get it." She nodded, as the bus came to a halt. Mike stood up.
"I'll see you later then." He told her, then turned to Andrew and Jim. "Bye Jim...seeya later...Andrew." Jim waved, and Andrew glanced up for a second, a bemused look on his face. He glanced back at Christy who was smiling widely at him and waving.
He turned and started down the aisle.
It was almost 7:00, and Kevin was laying on his bed, throwing pencils at the ceiling. It was obviously a very quiet night, but Kevin was loving it after the excitement of the day. Suddenly, the phone in his room started ringing. He raised an eyebrow at it, and picked it up.
"Uh-huh?"
He heard a giggling on the other end of the line.
"Hi Kevin." Trish greeted him.
He flopped back onto his bed, closing his eyes.
Perhaps this wasn't going to be the quiet night he had hoped for after all.
A/N: So... What's new? I hope you liked this chapter. I thought it was cool. I feel so sorry for Kevin lol.
So, leave what you think- constructive critisism would be okay with me, as long as it's not senseless flaming because I don't like Orton. (Or the odd typo that I missed)
(Typos? Stop Whining!)
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Thanks for reading!