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Phil stretched and headed into Pinecrest High, ready for anything it had to throw at him today. He walked there with Justin at his side. The Chicago native learned that the smaller boy lived just down the block from him.

"There's something I don't get though," Justin muttered, his hand coming up to tap his cheek. "What would that be?" Phil questioned as Pinecrest came into view. "Mr. Michaels' class should have two teachers; it says so on the door. It should be him and Mr. Callaway but Mr. Callaway is our science teacher" Justin stated, clearly confused. Phil simply shrugged. "I don't know why-"

"Look! It's the Punk!" A girl sneered. Phil and Justin looked over to the sound of the voice and Phil identified the girl as the red head that fallowed Dolph out of the cafeteria.

"Punk!"

"Yeah, Punk!"

She was with a group of girls, all clad in cheerleading uniforms that hugged them in places they shouldn't have. Melina and Maryse were among them. Phil stared blankly at them before he smiled. "I like the name. Thanks for the nickname ladies, I didn't know you cared" He chuckled at their shocked expressions before Justin and him walked past them without another glance.

"Well, that was impressive, Punk" a playful voice said. The two looked up to see Serena and Luke standing there. Justin tilted his head. "I think the name suits you. It's probably the one thing that came out of Dolph's mouth that was actually productive" Serena snickered before flicking her gaze over to Justin.

"You must be the other new kid, Justin, right?" She questioned with a tilt of her shaved head. Justin nodded. "That's Serena and Luke, Justin" Phil said, nudging the South African. Justin smiled and the quartet scurried off to their classes.

-English-

"What…the hell?" Phil whispered, staring at the pale man in front of the class. He had his black hair tied in a low ponytail, his calculating and dark eyes terrifying everyone in the class. Well, everyone except Shannon and his green-haired friend.

"That's Mr. Callaway, he's the other teacher in this class" The lime-haired male said to Phil. Phil nodded slowly, not taking his eyes of the tall man. "Oh, Phil, Justin, the one with the grass hair is my best friend, Jeff Hardy" Shannon introduced, still not affected by the tense silence in the class.

"My hair does not look like grass!" Jeff hissed, his emerald orbs leering at Shannon. Shannon smirked.

"Does too"

"Does not!"

"Does too!"

"Does not!"

"Does too times ten!" Shannon laughed at the look on Jeff's face. "Brian, Nero, that's enough." A deep voice came. Justin gasped slightly and Phil's brows rose. "My name is Mark Callaway. Before anyone asks, yes, the science teacher is my brother. Now, I want all of you to take out your notebooks and write an essay on the prompt that's on the board." He grunted, pointing towards the board. The students nodded and followed his instructions.

"What does he mean by Brian and Nero?" Justin questioned, writing while he looked over at the Cameron natives. "Those are our middle names. Mark is a friend of tha' family" Jeff drawled, his green orbs twinkling. Justin nodded and focused back on his work.

Phil was the first one to finish, passing his paper to Mark and returning to his seat, earning a glare from Dolph, who was still on his first sentence. Phil smirked at that and sat back down, relaxing in his seat. Jeff was the next to finish and when he returned, he pulled out a bag full of something. This caught Phil's attention.

"What's that?" he questioned. Jeff pulled one out and handed it to him. Olive eyes glanced at the disk in his palm.

A peanut butter cookie.

He nibbled on it and then his eyes grew. Jeff frowned. "Is it bad? I made them last nigh-"Before he could finish, Phil shoved the while cookie in his mouth, a look of pure bliss on his face. Justin, Shannon, and Jeff stared at him with wide eyes. They had rarely seen this boy ever smile but at the moment, he was grinning so hard, his face looked like it was going to split.

"They taste amazing, Jeff" Phil smiled brightly, making the green-haired teen blush. "T-Thanks, Phil. You can have more if you want" he muttered, holding the bag out. Phil nodded and took some, eating them with a sunny look.

"Cookie Monster" Shannon grinned, poking the taller male. Phil gazed at him and slowly brought a cookie to his lips, chewing it slowly, and a glint in his eyes. "May I try?" Justin questioned. Jeff nodded and passed the bag of sugary delight over to the South African. Justin grabbed one and ate it, a smile coming to his face. "Delicious" He giggled. "I know right? Dude, I could kiss you right now, their so good" Phil murmured between bites. Shannon laughed and Jeff went red.

Phil didn't seem to notice but Justin smiled at Shannon over his head, an all-knowing look on his face. Shannon returned the look with a wicked grin. "Ewww, can you stop chewing in my ear?" Dolph hissed. Phil looked at him with half-lidded eyes. "I could, but that would take the fun out of everything. So, shut the hell up and at least try to work on your essay, you're only on the 5th sentence and it's been a half-hour." Phil shot back. The class began to laugh, even Mark, who was trying to hide it behind his fist.

"Pipe bomb!" Shannon sniggered, his whiskey eyes tearing up from how hard he was laughing. Jeff was barely able to steady his friend from falling over. It was so much funnier to everyone considering how Phil wasn't even cracking a smile. He just brought another cookie to his lips and took a bite, eyes half lidded.

"I hate you, you punk" Dolph snapped. Phil shrugged. "I don't hate anyone. I dislike you, but not hate. Oh, and by the way," Phil grabbed Dolph's collar and pulled him closer.

"I'm not a punk. I am thePunk" He grinned lazily before dropping the blonde back into his seat.

-History-

Jeff stared out of the window, his eyes watching as rain dribbled down the window. "What's up, dude?" Evan questioned, tapping the Hardy boy's shoulder. Eve was sitting on his desk, her honey eyes looking down at him. "You look flustered" She stated. "I'm fine" He said, smiling. They both stared at him. He looked away. Actually, he was thinking about what Phil had told him earlier.

"Dude, I could kiss you right now…"

Jeff shook his head, trying to clear his mind. Why was he so focused on what the other said? It didn't make any sense.

"Jeffery." Mr. Lawler called, making the lithe teen jump, for he was not paying attention. "Yes, sir?" He questioned. "King" smiled at him and pointed to a familiar painting of a Japanese Sakura tree with its light petals flying over a koi pond that now hung on a billboard in class. "I just wanted to thank you again for that. It's beautiful" he grinned. Jeff smiled. "Thank you, sir" he smiled.

Eve and Evan smiled at their friend. "I can do better" someone scoffed. The trio turned to see a pair of green eyes leering at them. They belonged to a red-headed brat, Heath Miller. "Isn't that right, babe?" Heath cooed, looking at the man beside him. He was a large teen, with pale skin and a pair of his own green eyes. His short black hair was slicked back and his nose was slightly crooked from a well-known fight he had got in when he was a freshman. "Not really. You can barely draw a stick person, let alone a painting as good as Jeff's. Good job, Jeff." He smiled slightly, a contrast to what anyone would expect from someone so intimidating. Jeff smiled at his friend.

"Wade!" Heath wined, pouting at his boyfriend. "Trouble in paradise?" A voice drawled, followed by a contagious laugh. Heath craned his head to see Randy Orton and John Cena looking at him and his boyfriend. Randy was smirking and Cena was chuckling to himself.

"Shut up, Randal. No one asked you" Heath hissed. Randy's crystal blue eyes twinkled with mischief and Eve hopped off of Jeff's desk to sit in John's lap, a sweet smile on her face as he kissed her cheek. Heath rolled his eyes and made a fake gagging noise. "Why must you always be such a little bitch?" A blonde drawled from beside Wade. Jeff saw Evan's cheeks flush.

"Ugh! Shut up, lispy!" Heath growled. Jake Hager stared at Heath, his blue eyes narrowing into slits. "What did you just say, Wendy?" Jake growled. Heath looked intimidated for a second but he clung to Wade's arm.

"You heard me. Or does that lisp mess up your hearing too?" Heath grinned. Jake was ready to pound the ginger into the floor but Wade caught his hand, shaking his head. "Don't touch him, Jake" He said calmly. Jake growled and settled in his seat. "I don't know why you're with him, Wade. He's such a little pussy" He grumbled. Heath hissed at him and before he could come up with a smart ass reply, the bell rung.

Jeff and Evan left to go to the lunchroom. "You're blushing, Ev" Jeff grinned. Evan squeaked and hid his face in his hands. "Dude, you gotta tell him soon" Jeff muttered, poking his friend's side. Evan moved his hands and looked away. "Soon…" He whispered. Jeff smiled.

"Yo Jeff!" Someone called. Jeff and Evan turned to see Matt, Adam, Jay, and Chris walking towards them. Jay and Chris were joking around and Matt walked over with Adam in a headlock. "Jeff, Dad wanted me to tell you that we're all going out after school so he's picking us up. Hi Evan" Matt smiled. Evan nodded sweetly at his friend and Jeff stretched. "Sure thing Matt-"

"Dammit, stay still!" A voice growled. The group looked over to see Phil and Shannon fighting on the floor while Justin stood out of the way, a worried look on his face. Jeff blinked and in a flash, Matt had Phil up by his collar, slamming the smaller raven against a locker and denting it. Phil gasped and coughed, looking at Matt with wide eyes. "What the fuck are you doing?" Matt growled. Shannon stood. "Matt wait! It's not what it looks-"Before he could finish explaining, a hard kick knocked Matt Hardy off of Phil and into a locker at the other side of the narrow hall.

Phil regained his composure and growled, throwing another kick at Matt. The elder Hardy ducked, looking at the locker where his head once was.

The door was so horribly dented that you could reach into it and take the contents inside.

Phil was ready to kick again but a flash of blonde knocked him off his feet. He was pinned and he looked up to see a long-haired blonde staring down at him. "Kid, calm the hell down!" He hissed. Phil snarled and kneed him in the stomach. Now that the hold was loosened, he threw the older male off of him and leapt to his feet, ready to both defend and attack.

"Punk stop!" Jeff cried, wrapping his pale arms around the raven, holding tight and praying to every star in the sky that Punk didn't turn his anger on him.

Phil looked over his shoulder at the green-haired male and relaxed, although he couldn't quite figure out why. "Wow…Um…" Shannon was at a loss for words. "Explain" Punk growled, turning a heated gaze onto his blonde friend. The blonde laughed nervously.

"Phil and I were on the floor because I took something of his. Sorry about all this. Matt, guys, this is Phil Brooks. He's new. Phil, the person that you almost beheaded is Matt Hardy, he's Jeff's big brother" Shannon started. Phil looked down at his friend, who was still holding onto him and nodded in understanding.

"The blonde that tackled you is Adam Copeland. The two over there are Chris Irvine and Jason Reso. You can just call Jason Jay, and he's Adam's brother" Shannon said. Phil and Chris locked eyes and Chris laughed nervously. "Sorry for calling you a girl, I didn't know" He said. Phil shrugged. "Oh, and guys, that's Justin over there" Shannon said, pulling Justin to his side with a squeak of protest from the latter. Matt kept his gaze on Phil and his baby brother. Jeff had yet to let go of the other.

Phil looked down at Jeff again and smiled. "I'm okay now. Thank you for holding me back. I can get out of control when provoked" He cooed. Jeff looked up; a slight pink tint to his cheeks that shocked the others except Phil. "Aww cute. You're blushing" He grinned. Jeff's face went a deeper shade of red and he-slowly-unwound his arms from Phil's chest. The smaller of the two had felt solid muscles and abs under that baggy shirt and it excited him somewhat.

"Punk! Hey, Punk!" A female cried. Phil looked over to see Serena running up to him with Luke walking behind her, taking long strides, his face emotionless. The shaven girl all but leapt onto Phil, nearly knocking him over in a hug.

"Hello to you too, Serena" He coughed. Luke chuckled. "Punk, you have gym next, right?" She questioned, tilting her head. Phil nodded slowly. "So do I" Justin piped up. "So does Evan, Jeff, and I" Shannon grinned.

"Great! Let's go together!" She giggled. The boys nodded and after Jeff had waved goodbye, he ran after his friends.

Adam rubbed his side while Matt lifted his shirt to see a purple bruise forming on his abs. Jay and Chris stared at him with wide eyes. "It was just one kick!" Jay gasped. Matt lowered his shirt and grunted. "He would've crushed my head if I hadn't ducked." Matt mumbled. The trio of blonde Canadians frowned and Matt shook his head before walking away to lunch.

-Gym-

"…And that's all you need for our gym class" Mr. Jackson bellowed, watching some of his terrified students with a twisted smile. Mr. Kozlov was sitting in a chair at the middle of the gymnasium, a bored look on his face while Mr. Johnson and Mr. Austin played bloody knuckles. "You all may talk but if it gets out of hand, I'll make you all run laps" Mr. Jackson warned, eyes narrowing.

Jeff and Justin began drawing, with Shannon giving them ideas. Serena was asleep in Luke's lap while the man silently scanned his fellow classmate's artwork. Bored out of his mind, Phil noticed a soccer ball beside the bleachers. He kicked it up and began bouncing it on his left foot, not even trying. After a while, he switched to his right knee, eyes trained on the ball. He switched the movement to his chest and finally his head, bouncing the ball atop his raven locks.

He didn't notice the whole gym staring at him, however.

"Brooks!" Kozlov called, making Phil switch his attention to the large Russian without dropping the ball. "Sir?" He responded, letting the ball return to his right knee. "You've got some balance there. Soccer training?" He questioned. Phil kicked the ball high, stepped back, and kicked it hard, making it go into a basket where the other sports equipment was. "No sir. Martial arts" Phil said, olive eyes showing pride.

"That's how he dented that locker so bad" Justin whispered. The others nodded. "Yeah right" Heath rolled his eyes. Jeff frowned and Punk half-turned. "Excuse me?" He questioned, eyes flashing. Wade looked at Heath with a tired expression. "Heath, leave him al-""No, let him talk, I wanna hear what he has to say" Phil growled, crossing his arms. Heath perked.

"There's no way you know martial arts, you're a nerd. You probably spend all your time copying Bruce Lee movies. What a pity" Heath snickered. Phil growled and Justin stood by his friend's side.

"Back off, you freckled faced bastard. He could kick your teeth down your throat if he wanted to. Shut the hell up" He hissed. Heath stood, seething. Wade was about to defend his boyfriend but then he saw the lithe South African. He was adorable and sexy all wrapped into one foreign package. Heath followed his boyfriend's gaze and snarled.

He did NOT like what HIS boyfriend was staring at.

Heath stomped over to Justin, ready to slap the taller of the two but Phil caught his hand. With his free hand, he reached over and squeezed a pressure point between Heath's shoulder and neck. The red-head squealed and fell to the floor, Phil's fingers still attached to his neck in a vice grip. Wade was about to tackle the smaller raven but Justin placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. "I'll handle this" he said, smiling sweetly at the taller of the two.

Wade nodded slowly and Justin grabbed Phil's wrist. "Let him go, Punk" He asked softly. Punk nodded and let go, much to the joy of Heath. He glared at the two before turning his glare on Wade. "Why haven't you kicked their asses yet?" He hissed. Wade crossed his arms and arched a brow. "What am I, your mother? If you have enough balls to start an argument, you should have enough balls to carry it out. If it was two on one, then I'd step in but I see no reason to do so if it's only one on one" He grunted. Heath stared at him, shocked. The class sniggered at the red head's misfortune. Heath saw Wade cast Justin a small, yet charming smile as the South African tried to keep his laugh masked behind his hand.

As the bell run, signaling the end of the day, Heath grabbed his boyfriend's wrist and dragged him to his locker. "What the hell?" Heath hissed, eyes narrowed. Wade stared at him. "What?" He questioned. "You were making love faces to that freak!" He growled. Wade blinked. "No I was-""Yes you were! Do you like him?" Heath scoffed, his arrogance rolling off him in waves. Wade suppressed a blush and shook his head, a flicker of anger appearing behind the kind Brit's eyes.

"Are you insecure or something?" He questioned. Heath rolled his eyes. "Oh please, I can find someone bigger and better than you if I wanted to." He smirked now. Wade shook his head. "Heath, I'm tired of this" He stated. Heath arched a brow. "Of what?" he asked. "You being jealous all the damn time. I can't take it. You're driving me up a wall. You're spoiled as all hell and I've been thinking about it and really, you're not worth all the trouble. If you want to find someone 'bigger and better' than me, go ahead. I don't care anymore, I'm ending it here. We're done, Heath" Wade said with a shake of his head.

Heath's jaw fell open. He was about to say something but Wade simply turned and walked away, tired of Heath's drama. The freckled West Virginian growled, clenching his fists. "This is his fault" He spat, thinking of Justin.

He'd get his revenge. That's for sure.

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