WWE Academy

Chapter 20

John's POV

Finn's class was my favorite class of the day. It was fun and easy. Some days, I hated it, but it was health class after all. I'm almost positive, most kids do hate it.

"Ugh, you guys give me headaches," Finn said rubbing his forehead.

We all just stared at him, we hadn't even been talking.

"Okay!" He said jumping up and going to the board.

"Uh, I thought you just said you had headache?" AJ asked.

"They come and go as they please."

"That's dumb," Seth mumbled.

"Well, if you think it's so dumb, Mr. Rollins, then you can read the first page of today's lesson," Finn started. "Open your books to page 101, and Seth, please read the first page."

I snickered.

"Mr. Cena, when he's finished, you'll read the second page," Finn smirked at me.

That was one thing I liked about Finn. If you were going to judge others, he just made you read, even if you didn't volunteer.

"Anymore volunteers?" Finn asked as he opened his book.

No one said anything and then Seth started reading. It was the normal health stuff. Don't do drugs and then we read about how badly the consequences are when drugs and alcohol are mixed together.

"Okay, please turn in your notes!" Finn instructed.

I passed mine down and then we all rushed out of the class room. I stopped at Dean's locker with him, Roman followed as well.

"Oh my gosh! Have you guys seen the new math teacher?" Becky ran up to us and shrieked.

"No..." I trailed off.

"He's so hot!" Nikki squealed.

"Hey, I'm right here!" I protested.

"He is though," Paige implied.

"He's not that good looking," Dean mumbled and Paige laughed.

"I love how when you know there's someone else, you're jealous," she said as he closed his locker.

He turned around and rolled his eyes at her and then all the girls left. I had to see the new math teacher and how "hot" he was. Good thing math was my next class.

Dean, Roman, and I walked into math class with Sami and Cesaro right behind us. The teacher was no where insight. It's like he just disappeared. Suddenly, he popped up from under the desk and Seth screamed.

"Ha! You didn't know I was there now did you?" He laughed.

Seth did not find this funny and sat in his desk and pouted.

"Alright class, I'm Mr. Orton and I'm your new math teacher."

He taught very well, but I still couldn't figure out what the girls saw in him. He wasn't bad looking, but I didn't think he was "hot".

"Okay, Mr. Cena, could you tell me the answer for number one?"

I just remembered I hadn't done the math homework last night. I had stayed up watching clips of wrestlers on YouTube and never got to sleep. Thank goodness for Roman though, he slid his paper, just so I can see number one, and I answered.

"Thanks," I mumbled afterwards.

He nodded and Mr. Orton went on with class. For the whole class, I tried to see what the girls saw in him, but it seemed impossible.

Chris's POV

Ah, it was finally the time of day where I didn't have class with Seth. He decided to take food prep with The Rock, and I took art with Tyler Breeze. I only liked two people in this class, which were Ryback and Big Show.

Tyler Breeze walked in late, as usual, with his selfie stick in hand and already snapping away photos of himself.

"Okay class, today we're going to be doing my favorite thing, self portraits!" Tyler jumped with joy.

"Ugh," I groaned.

Tyler explained how we would do it, and then we did. We gave him our phones with the picture on it, and then he printed it off. I got a canvas and started to outline my portrait.

"Big Show, I don't understand!" Ryback exclaimed and Steaky let out an oink from his backpack.

"Ryback, you're literally just tracing it," Big Show explained. Ryback tried to process this. I just went back to drawing.

After school, I went to band practice. I had joined a band under the name Fozzy. I was the lead singer, and some locals were backup.

"No guys, you've got it all wrong," I said frustrated.

"We're trying."

"I know, I'm sorry. Let's continue."

We tried the song at least ten more times and it still sucked. These people just didn't get the hang of things. I decided to call off practice early and go back to my dorm.

"Chris, you're home!" Seth cheered.

"Yes." I mumbled.

I took a shower and then headed to bed. It was 11, and I had a bunch of tests tomorrow, so I needed sleep.

The next day, school was a drag. Our Foreign Language teacher, CM Punk, really pissed me off. He was always late to class, and I swear he's drunk sometimes.

"Alright, class, do the bell ringer," CM Punk said, sliding down in his chair and propped his feet on top of the desk.

Everyone continued to do what they were doing, which wasn't the bell ringer. No one took Punk seriously half of the time. Not even John, who was the number one student.

Eventually, twenty minutes went by, and Punk still hadn't called on anyone to do the bell ringer, so I took matters into my own hands.

"Hey, CM Drunk, whose going to do the bell ringer?" I stood up and asked.

The whole class laughed, even The Club, who didn't find anything funny. The only person who wasn't laughing, CM Punk.

"Mr. Jericho," he warned, but everyone still laughed.

"Fine! Mr. Rollins, Mr. Ambrose, and Mr. Reigns! Go answer the bell ringer."

That's when everyone shut up.

"What if we don't know it?" Roman asked.

"Try."

"What if we can't do that?" Dean smirked.

They were really trying to push his buttons.

"Just try the damn bell ringer!"

"Ooh, you said a bad word," AJ smirked from the back.

"Mr. Styles, do I need to write you up?"

"Please do," John mumbled.

"What was that Mr. Cena?"

John shrugged, and Punk let it go at that. After all that was over, the three still hadn't tried the bell ringer.

"Obviously, you three aren't going to do the bell ringer, so I'll just tell you the answers."

CM told us the answers and we all copied them down.

"Okay class, quiz tomorrow on Spanish verbs."

Many groans were earned after that statement. Next, CM Punk told us about how he was when he was our age.

"I used to go to dances with my friends," he started.

"What did they call you, CM Funk?" I called out.

I got more laughs after that.

"Mr. Jericho," he warned again, but I wasn't threatened by him.

After class was over, people kept telling me how funny I was, and I thanked them all.

I had history next. Ugh.