Roman's POV

I was in an awkward situation at the moment. My two best friends and former brothers were fighting. I understood why Dean was upset, but he needed to hear Seth's side of the story.

However, they were both stubborn, and it took them almost three years to forgive each other for Seth stabbing us in the back.

"Dean, I'm not taking his side, I'm just saying you need to listen to what he has to say," I said as he crossed his arms.

"No, I saw it with my own eyes! He is tag team champ with another guy, and he was smiling about it."

I stood up. "Wouldn't you be happy if you were a champion? Dean, cut him some slack, I understand it's tough, but he just became a champion again."

"And that may be, Ro Ro, but I'm not the one holding the championships with him."

I knew he was upset, but no one can control when they get an injury. When I was out with viral meningitis, it absolutely sucked watching my friends compete without me.

"I think you should just try to hear him out," I said before leaving his dorm.

I walked back to my dorm, which was up one floor, since Dean and Seth were on the tag floor. Samoa was my roommate, which was terrible. Not only did he want my title, but he just hated me in general.

"If I don't become Champion within the next month, we're going to have an issue on our hands," I heard Samoa complain as I walked in.

He was on the phone with someone, probably a relative or family friend I assumed. He was usually on the phone, but he never really talked to anyone here.

The next day at school was going to be fun. Shane said we would be doing a fundraiser to support local charities, and I was looking forward to it.

I think my favorite fundraiser we do is definitely in October. Our school always partnered with Susan G. Komen and that was always super fun. Not only did we get to hear people's stories, but the journey they've overcome.

"Alright guys, you all know that with wrestling, there comes much more," Shane started. "Such as meet and greets, Make a Wish, and so many others."

I saw Daniel take his step up to the mic. "Make a Wish in my opinion is one of the best foundations we're partnered with."

We all nodded and then Shane took his spot back in the center of the gym. He said we would be partnering with St. Jude's, which in my opinion was a great choice.

I had always liked making children smile and this was one step better. St. Jude's and WWE had been partnered before, and with the holidays around the corner, these kids were guaranteed a present.

"So, with Christmas being next week, and you all are done Friday, we're going down tomorrow to the hospital in Orlando."

We all cheered and then we were sent back to class. Even though Dean was injured, he was allowed to go see the kids at the hospital.

Seth, of course wanted Triple H to be there. I still didn't know why he was still waiting for Hunter to come around, considering he beat him in the squared circle.

"So, have you let him explain yet?" I asked Dean as we got in line for lunch.

"Nope."

"Well, are you going to give him a chance?"

"Nope."

I threw my head back in frustration. "Not even a little?"

"A little, absolutely not, it's like he stabbed me in the back all over again. It's like junior year never happened, I feel like we're just repeating freshman year!" He yelled at me as we sat down.

"Geez, I just wanted you to hear him out, you didn't need to give me an entire lecture on why you hate him."

Dean just shrugged his shoulders and then John came over, with a salad as usual.

"Is there something going on here?" John asked looking at all three of us.

Dean was about to say something, but then Jason Jordan appeared at our table.

"Hey, guys!"

I saw Dean look at him, and then back to his food. I nudged Seth to move this conversation along.

"Uh, hey Jason, what's up?"

"Nothing, I just came to sit with my tag buddy."

Dean slammed his tray and then went to get a fork.

"You know, you have to admit, I'm a good replacement for Dean," Jason smiled.

Seth dropped his spoon on the floor and then looked to Jason. 

"Let me make one thing perfectly clear to you," he paused. "You will never be Dean Ambrose."

Jason looked him dead in the eyes. "No, I'll be better."

I rubbed my hand across my face and John just ate his salad.

This friendship may be more broken then I had thought.

Jason Jordan was the problem.

Renee's POV

We all sat in Common Commentary waiting for Mr. Cole. He usually wasn't late, and if he was, he had JBL or Booker cover for him.

"Renee, do you want to come golfing after school? I still haven't gotten my rematch from last year," Corey asked me that morning.

"I'd love to, but I actually have plans after school."

He looked at me with a confused look, and then smiled. I told Tom about Peter and I, and if he wanted to tell Graves, he could.

"You have fun, and before you ask, Phillips told me."

I nodded. "Yeah, I told him he could."

Corey smiled at me and then walked away. He was one of my best friends, even though we bickered and argued all the time.

"Today we'll be studying the times you say something wrong on tv," Michael Cole started and closed the door behind him.

"We have iPads and papers in front of us," Tom said in his smart tone.

"Yes, but everyone messes up, and since the show will be live you can't go back and fix what you said."

"Like when you said Undertaker's digging a new yard?" Corey smirked.

Mr. Cole rolled his eyes and then we continued on with class. I knew Corey thought that as the funniest thing ever, that Cole meant to say grave opposed to yard.

"Yeah, you never did recover from that, Mr. Cole," Tom said.

Mike Rome then walked in late, which was rare for any of us. One time, Corey walked in about two minutes late, and JBL wouldn't stop ringing the cowbell in his face the whole class.

"Mr. Rome, why are you late?" Mr. Lawler asked while eating a piece of cake.

"Uh, Mrs. McMahon needed to talk to me about an essay. She said she was going to call you about it."

The three commentator teachers just shrugged and Mike was off the hook. Either Mike was a good liar, or that was the actual excuse.

"So, we'll see you tomorrow and please have your homework done and ready to check."

We left as soon as the bell rang. That class just drug on and on, and when we talked about nothing, it went even longer.

"Hey," Peter greeted me at my locker and kissed me.

I smiled after we pulled away. "That's one way to say hello."

"Yeah, well I like my hellos to be different from everyone else's," he smirked. 

I rolled my eyes and then smiled at him. He really was the best boyfriend ever. I thought Dean and I would've worked out, and some days I wish we were still dating.

But, I lost all trust in him.

"You good? You seem distracted," Peter asked as we went out to the parking lot.

"Yeah, fine. I'm just thinking about all the homework I have to do after our date."

That wasn't completely a lie. I did have quite a bit of work to do from all my teachers. However, I really wanted to go out with Peter.  

"If tonight doesn't work, we can reschedule."

I put my hands up. "No, tonight is perfect!"

He kissed me goodbye and then walked off to his own car. I was waiting for Cathy, as she took me to and from school everyday.

She pulled up in her Ford Focus and I hopped in the passenger seat. Noelle used to sit there, and occasionally Tom, but Noelle now road home with TJ, and Tom went with Graves.

"Cathy, in case I haven't told you enough, thanks for driving me. I really appreciate it, I would hate taking the bus here," I confessed to her.

"Yeah, now that I have my license, I'm not taking the bus ever again," she started. "Well, unless  emergencies prevail and I can't take my car to school."

I nodded and then focused my attention to the road in front of me. Orlando was always really pretty, just atmosphere wise. The palm trees were always swaying in the wind, and the sun always shining.

"So, did you hear that Mike and Kayla are dating?" She asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. "That's what Charly told me anyway."

I shook my head. "I don't know Kayla."

"Yes you do, she's the reporter down in NXT."

I slapped myself across the forehead. I remembered the short brown haired girl now, as I had met her maybe once or twice. She seemed nice enough and I was glad Mike had found her.

Mike and Tom were really good friends, so he naturally became one of my friends. Come to think of it, there really wasn't anyone I didn't get along with in Common Commentary.

"Well, here we are, back at the dorms," Cathy said as we stepped out of the car.

I heard her lock it behind me. The dorms were like my second home, especially throughout the year.