Seth's POV

I swear if Stephanie got on my ass one more time about not doing my work, I was going to lose my mind. I mean, I never had to do my work before, why should I be expected to do it now?

"All I'm saying is, you and Dean would be badass," Roman said as we stopped at my locker.

"Roman, you aren't supposed to support this, I mean, Dean and I don't even know how to handle this."

He put his hands up as a signal of surrender. We walked to English with Stephanie, which was obviously my least favorite class.

"No! I refuse to tag with him, he betrayed not only me, but Roman too, this is an outrage, Jericho," Dean complained to Chris.

"I hate to inform you, but you two have a match today in gym," Chris explained.

Dean rolled his eyes and then plopped down in his desk with an irritated look on his face.

Suddenly, we all heard the door slam and heels clicking on the floor. "Shut your mouths now."

"Hey, the Wicked Witch of Everything is back," Dean smirked.

"Ambrose, I swear if you don't stop talking, I will make your life a living hell," she got in his face and threatened.

"You kind of already did that."

She rolled her eyes and turned her back to write the bell ringer on the board.

"Today's topic for your bell ringer, is discuss your favorite Pay Per View."

"Well, we all know John's won't be Summer Slam," AJ started to laugh. "You know, because he never wins."

"AJ, and we all know your's won't be the Royal Rumble," an irritated John stated.

"I hate that one man, they locked me in a cage!" Chris complained.

I rolled my eyes and had to think about this. I mean, Summer Slam was great, because I got my first chance at the Universal Title.

However, Wrestlemania is where I slayed the King. Oh yeah, and I put Steph through a table, which is by far the funniest thing ever.

Well, after me calling Hunter out at NXT Takeover.

"Okay, time to share, and if you don't, I'll pick people to share," Stephanie announced, getting up from her desk.

Nikki's hand shot up. "Mine is Summer Slam, because that's where I made my miraculous return!"

Stephanie nodded, and then she looked at me. "Care to share, Mr. Rollins?"

"Um, yeah, no."

"Dude she's seen you naked, just share your bell ringer," Dean looked at me with wide eyes.

I gave him a 'you better shut your mouth' look. But with Dean, unless you used words, he didn't get the hint.

"You've slept with her, what's the big deal about sharing a bell ringer?"

Silence washed over the classroom and that was when Dean realized what he said. "Oh, did I say that out loud?"

"Didn't everyone already know that though?" Roman asked.

"Everyone except the person I didn't want too," I mumbled under my breath, but unfortunately, Dean heard me.

"You mean Charlotte doesn't know?"

"Well she does now thanks to you," I raised my voice at him.

"Hey, no need to get all pissy with me."

"You need to shut your mouth. I don't know what is with you, but you cannot let stuff from the past go, can you?"

"I'm going to throw a lamp at you, and tell you to lighten up."

"I don't appreciate your pun or joke, Ambrose."

He sat back in his seat and I rolled my eyes. I looked over at Charlotte, she didn't look angry, but she also didn't look happy.

Disgust.

That was a good way to describe the look at her face.

"So, how about that bell ringer, Rollins?" Kevin smirked from the back of room.

"I'd shut your mouth if I were you, Kev," Dean looked back at him.

"Yeah, you're one to talk, Ambrose."

Dean rolled his eyes at Kevin's comment. I wanted to leave this class, hell even this school.

We carried on with class, and talk about feeling awkward around your teacher.

Actually, awkward was hardly the word for this situation, it was more like dead silence and death stares were being thrown at me by Stephanie.

"Hey, don't worry it'll be okay, I don't think Charlotte will be mad at you," Roman caught up with me and reassured me.

"Whatever, Roman, I'm going to go talk to her about this."

I ran down the hallway trying to catch Charlotte before her next class.

"Hey, can we talk?" I grabbed her wrist.

"I'm not mad at you."

"What?"

"I'm not mad at you," she repeated.

"So, you don't want to break up over this?"

"I think some of the product you put in your hair is going to your brain," she laughed.

"Your point is?" I leaned my head back.

"My point is, I can't get mad at you over something that happened what seems like forever ago."

I smiled and then she kissed me. I hurried off to class with the Hardy's.

Enzo's POV

My life had been flipped upside down since the beginning of my senior year. First, Cass and I had a big fight, then Big Show and I are friends, and Elias I think is my friend.

I don't really know about Elias.

"Boo, come on! You need to be my Homecoming date!" James yelled to my cousin in the hallway.

"James, you want me to be your date to the dance, not need. There is a major difference between the two," she opened her locker, ignoring the troll.

"Besides, Carmella already has a date, right cuz?" I nudged her shoulder.

"Of course."

James nodded and let out a sigh of defeat. He trudged down the hallway, with his hat on backwards, still trying to impress my cousin.

"Speaking of the dance, I have to go get my nails done today, and I was wondering if you wanted to tag along?" She asked as we headed down the hall to Health.

"Why me?"

"I feel like we haven't hung out a lot lately, and I just want to spend time with you."

I gave her a smile and agreed to go to the nail salon with her. I had been with her once before, and I got a pedicure out of it.

If she thought I was getting my nails done, she could think again.

I walked into Health and took my seat next to Elias and I saw him writing on poster paper.

"Elias, what are you doing?" I asked as I looked over his shoulder.

"I'm running for Class President."

I gave him a look. "Against AJ? Are you crazy?"

"No, I just want to know one thing," he raised his voice, which got the whole class quiet.

"Who wants to walk with Elias?" He asked as he held up his poster with that written on it.

The whole class just stared at him with blank expressions on their faces.

"Nobody cares about your campaign," Finn stated as he walked in the room.

"You're just jealous because I'm better than you."

"Sure, because beating me in the head with a guitar really shows off your skills."

I pursed my lips together to keep myself from laughing. Elias always picked fights with the wrong people.

After health was over for the day, I walked out to my locker to grab my books for the end of the day classes. Then I remembered, today was an early dismissal day.

I threw everything in my backpack and slung it over my shoulder and then headed to gym, which was where I would end my day.

"Okay, boys. Today we're going to warm up, then have some good ole one-on-one action," Shinsuke announced as we lined up in the black line in the gym.

"Yeah, my doctor said I shouldn't wrestle, with my whole knee problem," Seth lied to get out of doing gym.

"Yeah, not buying it today, Rollins."

"Haha, Rollins," Kevin commented.

That was the classic Kevin comment for you.

"But it's your lucky day, because I don't have a match for you today," Mr. Nakamura continued.

I saw Seth let out a sigh and I wondered who would be competing today.

After gym, the day was over. I met Carmella in the parking lot and got in her car. She drove me today, so she was my ride home either way.

"Now, you have to promise me that when we go in there, you will not make a scene," she looked me in the eyes as we pulled up to the nail salon.

"I promise."

She thanked me and then we headed in. She told me to sit and wait for her. While I waited I just scrolled through Twitter and Instagram.

"Man, it smells awful in here," I mumbled to myself.

"I'm sorry sir, do you have an appointment?" A young lady with brown hair came over to me and asked.

"Oh no, I'm just waiting, but thank you."

She nodded. "Can I get you anything?"

"No thanks, I'm fine."

She left me alone after that, or so I thought.

"Just, are you sure you don't have an appointment? You look familiar."

"I've been here before, I've had a pedicure," I started. "I come with my cousin."

She clapped her hands together in glee. "Oh fantastic! We have an empty seat back there at the foot baths, lets go get you a pedicure!"

"No, I'm fine, I promise," I said, remembering Carmella's words from the car.

"Don't make a scene."

However, before I knew it, I was getting my feet soaked and rubbed. I'll admit, it felt nice. I didn't think she was going to paint my toe nails, but that wasn't the case.

She chose bright orange polish, which I guess wasn't the end of the world.

I mean, I wear my Jordan's everyday anyway.

"There you go, thanks for letting me do this, and also, it's on the house."

I gave her a thumbs up to find Carmella by the door, with her hands on her hips.

"What did I say in the car?"

I shook my head. "Look, this lady just drug me over there."

She rolled her eyes and then I looked at her nails. "Well, whadda we got over here? A cuppa acrylics?"

She laughed and then showed me her golden sparkly nails.

Today wasn't that bad, except for the pedicure part.