Chapter five...who knew? So yeah, I'll try to have fun with it. I hope you guys liked chapter three and four, though barely anyone reviewed, though I'd like to thank the cool people who did review. BZTTGM! Enjoy. Oh, plus, I's like to know what some people meant in their reviews...like, someone has a crush...who are they talking about? Mike & Christy, or Kevin & Shelly, or...Trish & Kevin? Or Kurt & Trish? I'm confused. O.o

Mike came onto the bus, and looked around, He didn't see Kevin anywhere. He swore quietly, and made his way back to the bus. The seat appeared to be empty.

He sat down, and jumped as the familiar voice chirped out beside him.

"Hiya Mike!" Rey greeted cheerfully, jumping up and down.

"Woah...Hi Rey. Are you supposed to be at school? Didn't you get like, a major concussion?" he asked suspiciously.

"Nope. They just assumed! I'm ALL better! Besides, I've taken lockers to the head before, so, AHH!" He suddenly broke off, as Jim popped up from the seat infront of them.

"We're in deep shit." He told Mike.

Rey looked down, around him, and on the seats, then back up at Jim. "I don't see any." He stated. Jim smacked his forehead.

"Why? What happened?" Mike asked Jim curiously.

"Our principal wants to meet our parents for a meeting." Terry grimaced.

"No shit?" Rob asked, taking off his head phones. "Dude, my mom is going to flip!" He groaned.

"Your mom can flip?" Rey asked in interest. They ignored him.

"Dude, I'm so glad my dad's away for a bit...otherwise, I won't be alive tomorrow." He then sighed.

"Isn't your dad coming back on the eighth?" Terry asked Rob.

"Uh-huh, why?" he returned.

"That's today." Jim told him. Rob slammed his head off the bus seat.

"Fuck!" He yelled. Everyone on the bus went quiet. Kurt raised an eyebrow at him from the front.

"What!?" He yelled at everyone. "Get back to what you were doing!" He ordered, as everyone turned around.

"When is said meeting?" Glen asked, a couple seats up from them.

Everyone turned as they heard an unfamiliar voice from the seat beside them.

"The parents are already leaving. They might even be done by the time we get there." he muttered.

"Hi Mark!" Rey exclaimed, vaulting over Mike, and into the seat next to him. "Guys, this is Mark!" He introduced.

Mark seemed a little bigger then most of them, and he was wearing dark clothing. His hair, which was black, was almost down to his shoulders.

Beside him was someone else, who Mike recognized as Steve Borden. He used to go to his school, but Steve had moved a month before graduation.

"Hello." Jim nodded, then turned back to Mike. "It's crazy, but I have a feeling that Hogan's going to tell my parents about my smoking and drinking..." he stated, pulling out a can of beer. He popped it open. He took a long drink, then held it out to Mike.

"Nah. My mom can smell beer three miles away. Thanks anyways." Mike told him. Jim shrugged, and took another swig.

"Yo Terry, want some?" He asked him, holding out the can. Terry nodded, and went to reach for it, but the bus driver suddenly slammed on the brakes. The beer can went flying, spraying every which way, getting over everything and every on- the windows, the seats, everyone from the second last seat and down.

"Well, there's something you don't see every day." Jim chuckled, as everyone turned and glared at him.

Matt sat with his friends in the cafeteria, their favourite hangout places before and between classes, his head in his hands. Phil was looking around nervously.

"Matt, is it a really good idea to bail out on Hogan's punishment? I mean, he'll notice we're not cleaning the yard... he can see everything from his office..." He muttered.

"Fuck him! it's storming outside." Matt groaned.

"Well, Shannon's outside doing his time. I think we should help." Phil stated.

"Oh, come on Phil. It's Shannon's problem if he get's hypo-what-the-fuck-ea. He wants to be a fag, fine. We're fine in here! Besides, the yard isn't that bad, it can wait." Adam snarled, Matt nodding, quick to agree with his friend.

Phil stood up, hitting his palms off of the table. "I can't believe this Matt. Honestly. Make up your own mind for once! Honestly, you let Adam make all of your decisions! Maybe we wouldn't be in this shit if it weren't for dear Adam! Who was it that made you and Mike fight in the first place. That's right...It was Adam who did so. Maybe you guys wouldn't hate each other if it weren't for him! All I'm saying is that, maybe, for once, do what you want. Not what he does." Phil fumed, grabbing his dark blue jacket, and storming out.

"Hah! We don't need you anyways." Adam laughed, as Phil glared at him, and continued on.

Jay regarded this quietly, then spoke up.

"Maybe Phil's right...I mean...Adam has been speaking for you lately...maybe you should..."

Adam cut him off. "Fine, you can go join Shannon and Phil outside, maybe then you can- Pretend you don't see them." Adam suddenly whispered, as a couple of people stepped in. Jay glanced over.

"It's only Andrew and Dalip. And Christy. We haven't had any problems with them. Why would they do anything?" Jay asked.

Matt laughed softly. "Yesterday night, Adam kept trying to prank call Andrew, and kept saying stupid shit trying to get him mad...and, uh, the guy has call ID so...He's got a little problem with him..." Matt muttered.

Adam jumped as a hand rested on his shoulder. He looked up and saw Andrew glaring down at him. He sat down on the bench beside him, Dalip sitting on the other side.

"So you think you're funny, huh?" Andrew snarled. Adam swallowed, and shook his head.

"What was up with those calls last night? You have some sort of problem with us?"

Adam shook his head. Matt's eyes widened as Dalip grabbed Adam by the shoulders, and stood up, taking Adam with him. Matt had never seen him do this to a fellow student before...usually it was Andrew who freaked on everyone.

Dalip pushed him against the wall, and Andrew stepped infront of his, pushing his hands onto Adam's shoulder blades, pushing all his weight into it.

"So you think me and Dalip are GAY?" he roared, right in his face.

"No! That was, uh Matt's idea!" He protested. Matt's mouth fell open. Amy stood up, and at this Matt sighed in relief. At least his girlfriend would stand up for him.

"Yeah, it was totally Matt's idea. Adam wouldn't say that shit." She told them, crossing her arms.

"Ames!" Matt exclaimed, a hurt look on his face. She rolled her eyes at him, and stood beside Adam.

"So let him go. It's him you want." She told Andrew, glaring at him.

Andrew let go of Adam with one hand, then looked back at Matt for a second, who was fuming, staring down at the bench.

Andrew looked thoughtful for a second, then punched Adam hard on his jaw.

"You don't fucking lie to me, and you!" He yelled pointing at Amy. "Don't come within a foot of me, Dalip OR Matt ever again. If you do, I will kill you. You people make me sick." He flatly stated. He turned to Adam again, and raised his fist in the air, ready to punch him out, when Christy touched his shoulder.

"Come on Andrew." She said softly, pulling his shirt slightly. Dalip nodded.

"Their not worth it." He agreed, pulling Andrew back. But instead of just tugging at him, he tore him away from Adam, who scurried back about a meter.

Andrew turned and walked back to the table to where Jay and Matt were. Matt looked at him with gratitude. For once he was glad to have Andrew around. He had no idea why Andrew had started being a little nicer, and frankly, he didn't care. As long as he didn't want his blood.

Andrew looked at Matt and Jay. "If these fags even look at you wrong, tell me." He told them, as they both nodded slowly. He then turned his attention back onto Matt.

"There's going to be a party at my house on Friday. Come if you want. You know where I live right?" Matt nodded, as Andrew continued.

"You can bring whoever you want. It starts at five...you spend the night if you want. Okay?" He informed them.

Jay and Matt both nodded, still confused of why Andrew had been so pleasant lately. Apparently, alot of students he used to try to kill on a regular basis had stopped being bothered by him.

Him and Jay got up, and left Adam and Amy by the wall, Adam clutching his shoulder.

"Who knew?" Jim stated flatly, a garbage bag in hand, staring down at a toilet. Rob glanced up from washing the mirrors along with Terry.

Jim was staring down at the most random, weird, demented thing he'd seen for a long time.

There was a large, stuffed monkey shoved into the toilet. Jim sighed, shrugged, and reached into the toilet, and pulled out the sopping mass.

"Thank god some people flush around here..." He muttered, throwing the soaked monkey into a garbage bag.

"So...Jim...what the hell's up with all this?" Glen finally asked, referring to how Andrew was acting, and how Jim was hanging out with him.

"Well, people are obviously taking glee to shoving monkeys into the place where they go to the bathroom...very depraved people if you ask me..." He sighed, shaking his head sadly.

"You know what the hell I meant...with Andrew and all that shit..." Glen growled, shoving his broom in the corner.

Jim shrugged. "I feel sorry for the guy. He's had a messed up life. He needed someone to talk to...he trusted me I guess...Apparently, his basically only friend is drifting away from him for his girlfriend." He muttered, closing a bathroom stall.

"Well, if he wants to talk to you, why is he trying to fuck us up? Like, that note he left to get Matt pissed at you...and when he beat up Kaye and told him to tell that you and Mike did it? Doesn't seem very friendly to me..." Rob muttered, as Jim shrugged.

"He's probably got his reasons...we don't really talk about it much. Hey there's gonna be this party on Friday...any of you guys wanna come?" He asked, obviously changing the subject. Mike looked up.

"Sure! Great, where is it?" He asked, tying up his shoe as the bell rang.

"Uh, Andrew's house..." He told them. Mike nodded slowly, as Terry, Rob and Glen exchanged glances.

A figure slipped into History class, looking around. Trish, or any of her friends, were no where in sight.

Kevin sighed and sank into a chair at the back beside Shawn and Hunter. They looked up for a second, nodded, and continued scribbling on the desk that was empty between them.

Kevin twitched as a loud voice came from infront of him.

"Hey man, where have you been all day?" Kurt asked, as Dwayne turned around and waved.

"Uh, hiding from something." He whispered.

"Do NOT tell me you're hiding from Trish!" Dwayne practically shouted at him. Kevin shrugged, as the teacher slammed a fist down on Dwayne's desk, causing him to jump.

"Shut up!" He screamed, then continued to the front of the room.

"Gee, we get all the nicest teachers..." Kevin muttered sarcastically.

He glared as Shawn poked him with a pencil. He looked at him.

"What?" He asked harshly.

Shawn pointed at the desk, at a picture of the teacher with his head exploding, and him and Hunter pointing and laughing, the principal yelling in the background, hitting his head with a ruler.

Kevin giggled, then covered his mouth, his eyes wide. Kurt raised an eyebrow at him.

"Did you just giggle?" He coughed, glancing at him.

Kevin shook his head, and pointed at someone at the front, who he suddenly recognized as Mike.

"Mike!" He shouted, waving his arms in the air. Mike slowly turned around, a little confused until he noticed it was Kevin.

Mike shot him a look to say, 'where the hell were you?'

Kevin glanced around and mouthed, 'hiding', as the teacher stalked slowly to the back, and hovered over Shawn and Hunter's desk.

"And what's this?" He asked angrily.

"Well, you obviously know what it is, seeing as you're using such a harsh tone, so why ask?" Shawn pointed out, as Hunter snickered.

"Oh, so you're a funny guy are you?" He snarled.

"Well, you're quite humorous yourself!" Shawn smiled, purposely pissing him off.

"Okay, you two idiots erase that desk, or else!"

"Or else what?" Hunter asked warily.

"I'll send you clowns to the office!" He growled.

"Is that a threat?" Shawn asked in a snooty voice.

"No...it's a promise." He flatly told them, as they exchanged knowing glances.

"Well, in that case!" Hunter began, as they both stood up.

"We have two words for you!" Shawn exclaimed.

"SUCK IT!" They both yelled into his face.

"Oh yeah! Well I have two words for you!" He shouted, his eyes bugging out.

They looked at him expectantly, as he leaned forward into their faces.

"GET OUT!" He screamed.

They both groaned, as Shawn hit himself in the head.

"Dude, we should have seen that coming..." He sighed, as they began their trek to the office.

A/N: Yay! Finally I got that done...it took me awhile...BUT I FINALLY FIT IN THE DX SCENE AL! WOOHOO!

Yeah... so I tried to eliminate most of the typos...so yeah...if there's any left...

STOP WHINING!

Yay...I'm aware that fucking is like, backing up, so you'll never know this has been updated...which sucks... so...if you're reading this...I'm already dead.

Just kidding...I had to put that in somewhere... anyways, review and tell me what you think, and tell me what wrestlers you'd like to see! Out.

-emma lea