WWE Academy

Chapter 65

John's POV

I hated The Miz. He had been threating me lately, and I didn't appreciate it. I was a student and he was a teacher, so that was unprofessional.

When I walked into his class with AJ, I saw that Maryse was in there, kissing the Miz, which wasn't school appropriate, but whatever.

"Alright students, I've graded your tests, and they weren't as good as I had been hoping for," Miz started. "So, you will have the option to retake it."

I sighed. I knew I had done poorly on the test, because I hadn't studied. I had gone out with Nikki the night before instead.

The Miz handed me back my test and I saw that there was a 55% at the top, which was an F.

"John, what did you get?" AJ asked from behind me.

I turned around. "AJ, I would rather not talk about my grade."

He smiled. "You got an F, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Oh my God, boys, John Cena got an F!" He started laughing. "Nattie, can you believe that?"

"No, AJ, I can't."

"I can," Becky commented.

That was what she always said.

"Listen! Like I said, retakes are optional," he started, then looked at me. "Except for you, Mr. Cena, you can't retake."

I mumbled. "Everyone in this school just hates me."

Miz stared at me. "Maybe you should just study next time."

"Damn, it was just a test," Kevin said with frustration.

Miz just looked at him. He sat back down at his desk and we started taking notes, his favorite thing to do.

"And today, we're taking notes on The Game-" Seth cut him off.

"Triple H! Where's he at? Is he here? I'll fight him, I'll kick his ass! I will take my crutch and fight, it worked for Sasha, it can work for me too!"

Sasha faced him. "I could actually walk, Seth, you can't even do that."

"Whatever, Roman will carry me."

Roman raised his eyebrows. "No Roman will not carry you."

"Stop talking, and take your notes!" Miz yelled across the room to get us all to stop talking.

We finished taking notes and then class was finally finished, which made me happy. This class seemed like it had drug on, from my test being terrible, to Seth thinking he could fight off Triple H, and to finish things off, I had a match on Monday. I still didn't know who I was facing.

When Monday finally did roll around, I was dreading it. I didn't feel good, and I really didn't want to wrestle.

My day drug on until gym. I walked in and sat down on the bleachers and waited for Mr. Angle to tell us what matches were happening today.

"Okay, students, this first match was requested by a fellow student, not one of you, but someone else, and it will be a three on one handicap match!"

Dean, Roman, and Seth looked at each other, but I knew they wouldn't be fighting, because after their match against Triple H, Seth had re-injured his knee. It wasn't completely healed before, but Seth being the way he is, he didn't listen to the doctor and wrestled anyway.

"The match will be between, The Club," he stopped and I already didn't care. The Club was always beating up people.

"And John Cena."