Title: Spark of Stars
Description: "They've been calling us freaks for so long…" Serena said, pulling the curtain back to peak out at the crowd. "He's came and made us all stars"
AU WWE World
Genre: High-School Fic, Romance, Humor, Angst Drama
Warning: Contains Slash, femslash, strong language, sexual situations, violence
(A/N: its mostly slash, got a problem with it? Click back and shush up)
Disclaimer: I do not own the wwe, nor its workers and I am not making a profit from this
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Olive orbs narrowed, a firm frown on their owner's lips. "I don't like it here. Let's go back" A teen hissed, his face showing obvious distaste for the town. His parents looked at him with a weary look.
"Phil, I know you want to go back to Chicago, but you know we can't. Aren't you happy for us? We don't have to live on just end's meet anymore" His father said. Phil growled, just loud enough for both of his parents to hear. "Of course I am, but that doesn't mean I'm happy about this." He spat, his tongue flicking out to toy with his lip piercing, the piercing on his tongue visible now.
"Well I'm not happy about you going behind my back and getting those piercings so now we're even" His father shot back, his own olive eyes narrowing. Phil rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest. "Hardly." He hissed bitterly. His mother placed a hand on her husband's shoulder and looked at her son. "Don't start arguing, you two" She scolded.
The males turned away from her and she smiled at their stubbornness. She put the final box down inside the living room and glanced around her new home.
It was a large house with marble floors and white walls. This seemed to bother both of her boys. "Why the hell is it so white? Am I supposed to live in an asylum now too?" Phil growled. His father, Phillip Sr. , slapped him upside the head, making the smaller of the two yelp. "What was that for?" Phil snarled, rubbing the back of his head. His father shot him a stern look. "Watch your mouth, boy" he warned.
With a scoff, Phil nodded stiffly, muttering under his breath. His mother, Vivian, stretched. "Well, we'll unpack throughout the week. Phil, sweetie, I'll make dinner and then it's off to bed for you." she said with a smile. Phil rolled his neck on his shoulders. "I'm not hungry. Goodnight." He grumbled, picking up his suitcases and walking upstairs to his new room.
Vivian frowned and Phillip sighed. "Don't fret, darling. Phil will warm up to Cameron soon enough" He assured, placing a kiss on his wife's forehead. She nodded and went into the kitchen to start dinner.
-With Phil-
The Chicago native sighed, taking his glasses off of his face. "I hate these" he grumbled, staring at the eyewear. It was much too big and he preferred not to wear them. He didn't have to. He only wore them because his Aunt Renée would get sad if he didn't. Now that he was in Cameron, he didn't have to wear them anymore. He was glad of that too; he'd probably have to fight someone if they commented on his glasses.
In Chicago, he and his friend Colt were known throughout the whole student body. So, when Phil showed up with those glasses, no one mocked him. His Aunt Renée happened to be somewhat of a soccer mom so the students knew how emotional she gets with her gifts.
Absent-mindedly, Phil held a lock of his raven hair out in front of him, studying the length. His hair was quite long, the raven tresses going past his shoulders slightly. Phil cursed under his breath. "Some ass is going to say something. Then I can kick his teeth down his throat" He muttered to himself.
With a stretch, the raven quickly stripped and headed towards the bathroom for a shower.
-Down the Block…-
"Mama…" A tan teen trembled, staring up at his mother with a scared expression. "Mama, I won't fit in. They'll pick on me" He wined. His mother kissed his head and smiled sadly at him.
"Its high school, Justin. Not everyone will accept you, but that's alright. You'll make friends" She cooed. Justin sighed, looking away from his mother. "Okay…" He muttered. She nodded and gave him another kiss on the head before leaving his room.
The South African glanced at a picture frame on his dresser. There was a picture of his family. His mother was making dinner in the background while Justin had his small arms wrapped around his Father's neck in a small chokehold, both smiling like mad. That picture was taken 6 months ago in Cape Town, South Africa.
The lithe South African sighed and looked away, trying to suppress the tears coming to his eyes. His father died 2 months after that picture was taken.
"Ek mis jou…" Justin whispered, his eyes slowly slipping closed as he fell into an uncomfortable slumber.
-At Pinecrest High-
"Have a good day, Philly Cheese steak!" Vivian cooed. Both Phillips stared at her with wide eyes and she giggled. "Sorry, I'm just so excited!" She was nearly bouncing in the passenger seat. Phil exited the car and shot an annoyed glance at his parents. "I'm off." He grunted before waving once and leaving.
"Aww look at our boy" Vivian smiled. Phillip shook his head and pulled off, not saying anything to his hyper wife.
-Elsewhere…-
Justin placed his head on his palm as his English teacher; Mr. Michaels introduced himself to the class. The door to the class opened and a highly pissed off raven stepped in, his olive eyes narrowed. Mr. Michaels looked over at the teen, startled by his sudden entrance.
Everyone turned their attention to him. He wore a white shirt that clung to his abdomen. He had on black ripped skinny jeans with a chain drooping from his pocket to his belt hoop. Justin assumed it was for his wallet. What caught the foreign teen off guard was the length of the boy's hair. It was tied back in a low ponytail and when he turned his head to address Michaels, Justin saw it went past his shoulders.
"Who's the girl?" Chris Irvine questioned, a confused look on his face. "She's flat." He added. Just like that, he had two, olive hues glaring holes through his head. "I'm a boy, you idiot." The teen growled, proving that statement simply by the deep tone of his voice. Half of the class broke out into a fit of laughs, which seemed to further anger the already pissed off teen.
"Enough, or all of you that are laughing will be laughing in detention" Michaels warned. The class grew silent as the blonde turned to the raven. "You must be Phillip Brooks, right?" he questioned, looking at his attendance sheet. "Just Phil. And yes, that's me" Phil grunted, resisting the urge to kick Chris in the face for calling him a girl.
"Alright then, take your seat" Mr. Michaels ordered with a smile, pointing to a seat between Justin and a blonde with black streaks. Phil nodded and walked to his seat, stepping over an outstretched foot meant to trip him. When Michaels wasn't looking, Phil backhanded the blonde that tried to trip him. The latter yelped and Phil smirked as Mr. Michaels turned to leer at the other blonde.
"Dolph, keep your voice down!" he hissed. The blonde nodded stiffly and looked over his shoulder to glare at Phil. The other blonde, the one Phil was sitting beside, snickered. "Nice one, Phil" he drawled. Phil smiled for the first time since he walked into the school. "Thanks…uh…?" He trailed off, trying to figure out the latter's name. "Shannon" The blonde said, smiling at the look on Phil's face.
"I know it's a girl name but oh well." He shrugged. Phil nodded in understanding and turned towards Justin, who was doodling on his notebook. Justin turned, seeing both Shannon and Phil staring at him curiously. He blinked, clearly startled. "Whoa there, don't be afraid; we're not tryin' to eat ya. We're just curious" Shannon said, an amused glint in his eyes. Justin looked confused for a moment before he understood and then he lifted his notebook, showing the two a drawing of a tiger lily. Their jaws dropped.
"That's…pretty good there" Phil complimented, Shannon nodded. Before Justin could thank them, the bell rung, signaling the end of class. The students got up and scrambled out, Shannon leaving with a boy with green-colored hair. Justin and Phil stood side-by-side, staring with wide eyes as their new friend conversed with the taller teen with the lime-colored hair.
"You don't see that every day…" Phil murmured, picking up his bookbag and slinging it over one shoulder. Justin grabbed his as well and nodded. "Dit is baie vreemd" Justin muttered. Phil looked at him with a raised brow. "Oh right, sorry. I said it is very strange" Justin corrected as the two walked to their next class.
"Ah. What language was that, anyway?" Phil questioned, seeing a small smile cross the shorter male's face. "It's Afrikaans. I'm from South Africa, you see. By the way, my name is Justin Gabriel" Justin explained. "Wow, that's amazing. Nice to meet you, Justin" Phil said as they entered their Science class.
Both froze when two, mismatched eyes turned towards them. "Welcome to my class. I am Mr. Calloway but you can simply call me Kane" The teacher bellowed. Justin started to hide behind Phil when he was shoved none to gently to the floor. Phil stared at his fallen companion and then looked to his left, seeing a mess of brown hair. "Carlito, there was no need for that!" A small Hispanic muttered, staring at the apple-eating male.
Carlito shrugged and wrapped his tan arm around a lithe female who was smirking. "He was in our way. I did us a favor, now shut up, Primo" Carlito hissed before stepping over Justin. Primo shot the fallen South African an apologetic look before following his brother and his girl. Phil helped Gabriel stand, a frown on his face. "You okay? You hit the floor pretty hard" He murmured, helping the smaller of the two to his seat. Justin nodded, rubbing his arm.
"That was mean" he muttered, a sigh escaping his lips. Phil patted his back twice and sat beside him, scanning the room. Carlito and his girl were snickering in a corner. Phil heard Primo call the girl 'Rosa'. Across from them were two brunette males and two ravens, one girl and one boy.
"Mike, shut up. You're wrong dude. How the hell are you in high school if you don't know that that's just a myth?" The raven male hissed. Mike rolled his blue eyes. "John, I'm right and you know it. If you swallow the seed, it'll grow in your stomach!" He retorted. The other brunette shook his head, reaching into his football jacket to pull out his phone to check the time. "Alex, aren't you going to tell your man he's wrong?" the female questioned, crossing her arms over her chest. She was wearing a cheerleading uniform. "Nope. If "The Miz" thinks he'll grow a watermelon in his stomach, let him" Alex replied, putting air quotes around the Miz.
Mike turned to look at his jock boyfriend, glaring daggers at him before turning his gaze to the girl. "No one asked you, Melina. Hop off" he snapped. Melina smiled devilishly and latched onto John's arm, much to the other's discomfort.
"Evan, you are such a cheater" Justin looked over his shoulder to see two people. One was a small male with dark brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. The other was taller and he had his dark dreads secured in a headband. "Kofi, can you tell me how exactly do you cheat in tick-tack-toe?" Evan questioned, his brown orbs half-lidded, an amused smile crossing his face. Kofi didn't say anything, he simply trapped Evan's head between his fists before twisting them, making the smaller of the two yelp. "Oww! Okay, sorry!" Evan wined.
The classroom was full of conversation, everyone with the exception of the two newbies. The pair soon learned the names of everyone in the class just by the conversations within.
"QUIET!" Kane's voice cut everyone off, making them all stare at him with wide eyes. "Now that I have your attention, I want you all to copy down the supplies I write down on the board. I will deduct points if I hear so much as a peep out of any of you" He smiled wickedly and began to write on the board, his students copying quietly.
That is, until an eraser sailed past Phil's head and hit Mike right in the temple. The male was about to say something but Alex clamped his large hand over his mouth and shook his head, nodding in Kane's direction. Mike relaxed and glared across the room at Maryse. The French girl smiled sweetly at him, a hidden emotion in her eyes. Mike flipped her off before focusing on his work. Not everyone was focusing on the task, however. Rosa and Carlito were attached by the face, shamelessly making out at their science table, poor Primo was watching them with a disgusted look.
Kane paused between his writing and turned, leering at the two who didn't seem to notice he was now looking right at them. "Carlito, Rosa, you two can swap spit all you want in Detention. Go" Kane ordered. The two nearly jumped out of their skin and turned to look at Kane. "Wait, no we're sorry-""I don't care. Go. Now." Kane ordered, pointing to the door. The two growled out in Spanish before leaving the room, Rosa slamming the door behind her.
"Does anyone else want to disrupt my class?" Kane questioned. Everyone shook their heads and he returned to the board.
-Lunch-
Phil saw every table full except one. There was a large boy with a beanie over his head and eyebrows, talking to a girl with a shaved head. Shrugging, Phil walked over to the duo.
"Hey, mind if I sit here?" He questioned, getting their attention. Both shook their heads and he sat beside the girl. "Are you new here?" She questioned, tilting her head. Phil nodded, poking his lunch with his fork. "My name is Phil. I'm from Chicago" Phil cooed, reaching for his cupcake. "That's cool. My name is Serena and that's my boyfriend, Luke" Serena introduced. Luke nodded at Phil and the latter did the same, taking a bite of his cupcake, a comfortable silence falling over the three.
"Eww, look, the girl is with Bigfoot and baldy!" Dolph sneered, grinning at the three. Serena and Luke rolled their eyes and Phil put his cupcake down, licking whatever frosting may have lingered on his face. "It's funny how ignorant you are, Blondie. Our appearance has nothing to do with you and the fact that you must point us out clearly shows that you have some interest in the three of us. With that, I'd like to say I'm not interested in white trash like you. Now kindly, get the hell out of my sight before I loose my appetite." Phil grunted, his eyes half lidded. The cafeteria erupted in laughter as Dolph's face went beet red.
"This isn't over, Punk!" he hissed as he left, a red-headed girl following after him with a lost expression on her face. Serena and Luke smiled at Phil. "That was awesome! Thank you" Serena cooed. Phil shrugged, going back to his cupcake. "He deserved it" Phil murmured.
-At the Brooks Home…-
Phil sat in the living room, exhausted. At the end of the day, he had Justin, Shannon, Luke, and Serena's numbers. Vivian sat beside her son, bombarding the teen with questions while her husband watched, amused. "Aww that sounds delightful!" She giggled.
Of course, he only told her about the positive things that happened today.
"We'll be having dinner at a friend's house. You can meet their children tomorrow if you already haven't. I can't wait!" She cooed, running a pale hand through Phil's loose hair. He smiled at his mother and they went to eat dinner before he went upstairs to his room. He reached for his phone and began texting Serena.
'Did they tell you who the kid was?'-Serena
'No :/ It better not be some prep, ugh'
'Aww, even if it is, try to enjoy yourself'-Serena
'No'
'Why?'-Serena
'Because I don't like preps'
'So stubborn'-Serena
':P'
Punk played with his lip ring, thinking of who the family could be. Finally deciding he doesn't care, he rolled onto his side and fell into a dreamless sleep.
-In the Gabriel Home…-
"Goodnight mama" Justin grinned, sending his mother an honest smile. She smiled just as sincere and left her son.
Justin looked at the picture of the tiger lily he had made earlier. He wrote something in Afrikaans in the corner and curled up into a ball, drifting off.
Teachers:
History- "King", Mr. Lawler
Science- Mr. Glen Calloway, "Kane"
English- Mr. Michaels & Mr. Mark Calloway
Gym- Mr. Jackson & Mr. Kozlov
Math- Mr. Lévesque, "Hunter"
Art- Mr. Regal
Music Appreciation & Head of the Performing Arts Center- Ms. Garcia
Health, Sports Coaches, backup gym teachers- Mr. Johnson & Mr. Austin
Principal- Mr. Vince McMahon
Nurse: Mrs. Linda McMahon
Vice Principals- Ms. Guerrero & Ms. Stephanie McMahon
Constructive Criticism and other reviews pwease :3