You and Me in Paradise

Note: This is the brand new Only in Your Mind! I've changed the name, plot, EVERYTHING except for most of the characters. I'll be adding and taking away characters from the original because, well, I want to! LOL. So I'm sorry to everyone who loved the other one but I didn't like it at all. Anyway, enjoy the first chapter!

Summary: All throughout high school Trish Stratus has had trouble with the "popular" group. The Heritage High School class trip brings up painful memories, new relationships, and adventures beyond any high schooler's wildest dreams.

Rating: M, for later chapters

Disclaimer: I only own my boyfriend, Nick. Ha-ha. Not really, but other than owning myself I don't own the characters, places, names, or anything in this story.

Chapter One: Only the Beginning

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"Another day in Hell," Trish Stratus muttered under her breath as she pulled up to Heritage High School in the suburbs of Santa Monica, California. Her hazel eyes shone with distaste for the large building towering over her used Honda Civic.

She emerged from the car gracefully, her blonde hair whipping in the hot Californian breeze. She picked her messenger bag up off the passenger seat and slammed her car door shut. After locking the door and slinging her bag over her shoulder she walked towards the glassy high school. She sighed loudly when she walked up the front steps. Why had she even agreed to come?

Trish pulled open the door and walked inside. The halls were empty except for the twenty seniors that had had enough money for the senior class trip to Europe. It was eerily quiet in the school. The only noise as Trish walked down the hall was the sound of her flip flops hitting the tile. She walked up a flight of stairs and entered the media room quietly. Many seniors were already sitting at tables, their eyes half closed, sleep eluding them. Trish yawned once seeing a fellow classmate yawn. Five in the morning was way too early to come to school.

"Trish Stratus, glad you could join us," Principal Hautz said from the front desk. Trish just shrugged her bag off and fell into a chair at a table where her best friends Amy Dumas and Lilian Garcia were sitting. She glanced around at the filling room where a huge overhead projector hung at the front.

Their table didn't say one word to each other. They all knew the other was aggravated at having to get up at four in the morning just to get ready to watch a slideshow and get on a plane. Other students started to arrive in groups, small smiles on their faces.

"What are they so fuckin' happy about?" The fiery Amy Dumas spat when the cheerleaders entered the room. The jocks followed them, cocky smiles on their faces. The popular kids sat at the table next to Trish's, their laughter filling the silent room.

"Make them shut up," Lilian whined in a whisper. Trish glanced at them out of the corner of her eye. She watched them interact in their designer clothes, talking animatedly and sharing kisses. The number one rule at Heritage was that a cheerleader always dated a jock and vice versa.

"What are you staring at?" Stacy Keibler, the captain of the cheerleading team, sneered at Trish. Her honey blonde hair was twisted up into a sloppy bun on the back of her head, and her Juicy Couture sweat suit fit her just right.

"A whore," Trish hissed a response. Stacy's buddies automatically turned their heads away from their boyfriends and to Trish who was glaring menacingly at them all.

"Excuse me, but who said you could talk to us?" Ashley Massaro asked in her high pitched, snobby voice. Candice Michelle pouted her already huge lips and nodded.

"Just shut the fuck up," Trish turned around without another word towards the popular group. She could hear them talking about her but, for once, she didn't care. All she wanted to do was get this over with and go and get on the plane to Europe where she wouldn't have to worry about finals or the sluts of the school.

"Well it looks like everyone has arrived," The principal said slowly. Everyone quieted down and turned their heads towards the short woman.

"Mrs. Hautz!" Stacy raised a slender arm into the air. Amy hissed angrily under her breath next to Trish.

"Yes, Ms. Keibler?" The brown haired woman asked kindly.

"Do we get to choose who we sit by on the plane?" The blonde cheerleader asked, batting her eyelashes.

"I'm sorry, but no. You've been assigned a seat by the airline so we can not change them," Mrs. Hautz explained slowly, knowing Stacy wasn't the brightest girl in the room. She and her friends were the dullest crayons in the box.

"Now, let's hand out the itinerary and see where we're going for these twenty days." Mrs. Hautz was already passing out the thick booklet with different pictures on the cover. When Trish received one she was happy to see that the Parthenon was on the cover. Did that mean they were going to Athens?

"You must keep this with you at all times. I recommend that you read it thoroughly if you want the learning experience we have planned. If not, "The woman glanced at the popular table, "Then you may be sent home."

"Mrs. Hautz!" Ashley called out, interrupting her. "I don't want to go to Paris! I've been, like, ten bazillion times."

"You must go where we go," Mrs. Hautz ignored the murmurs coming from the group and continued.

"The first place on the list is London, England, and the surrounding areas. We'll visit Westminster Abbey, the spooky Tower of London, and many other important historical places. We will be staying at the Best Western Hotel, where you will be allowed to choose your roommates. Of course, it's girls with girls and boys with boys. At each hotel there will be three to a room.

"After two days in England we will travel to Paris where we will stay for two days. We will visit the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, and one day will be given for shopping," Mrs. Hautz paused when most of the students began to chatter excitedly.

"So we can, like, go shopping at Chanel?" Candice said happily. Ashley pulled her friend back and began to have an intense conversation with her about how the Parisian Chanel's were much better than American.

"The next two days will be spent on a train to the Black Forest in Germany. There we will travel through the forest and then ride on a charter bus to Berlin where we will each be able to bring part of the historical Berlin wall home with us. We will also visit Hitler's house, and explore the city. We will stay there for a whole day and leave at exactly midnight.

"Afterwards we will fly to Transylvania in Romania. Here, for you paranormal lovers, we will explore Dracula's run down castle. We will also go from haunted place to haunted place and collect evidence that there may be supernatural activity there. How does it sound so far?" Mrs. Hautz looked around hopefully.

Amy was murmuring about Transylvania. Trish knew her slightly gothic friend was happy about that at least. She knew her friend loved that kind of stuff. Lilian was looking forward to the Germany experience since she was a historical buff and loved the environment. Trish was ready to hear the rest of the tour, though.

"Good. I'm glad you like the sound of it," Mrs. Hautz smiled, "After Romania we will fly to Italy where we will visit Rome. We will visit the Coliseum, ride in gondolas, and then travel to the Pisa, Italy. There we will explore the city and go to the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Afterwards we will take the five hour journey to Vatican City. We will spend another day in Rome just so you can visit the city.

"Then we will fly across the Mediterranean to Spain. We will watch bulls in Barcelona and visit the government houses in Madrid. We will learn of the Spanish government then take a four day cruise to our final place, Athens."

Trish almost squealed at the news of this. Their final stop was her favorite city in the whole world. Though she'd never been she had always enjoyed reading about the ancient Greek society that had once flourished there. It was no secret among her group of friends that Trish was obsessed with mythology. She was suddenly wide awake and ready to hop on the plane even if she was deathly afraid of heights.

"We will spend our final four days in Athens. In the beautiful city we will explore the ancient Greek ruins, stay in the lavish condos in the city, and wine and dine with the Greeks. On the last night we will have a farewell dinner thrown in the town hall. You were expected to bring a nice dress and suit for this. If not, buy one while shopping in Paris or Rome. And that, students, concludes our trip."

"Wow," Lilian muttered after Mrs. Hautz shut up and began to take roll. Trish's eyes were lit with excitement. She wouldn't wait to go now knowing that she'd be able to go to Athens.

"Alright, our plane is leaving in three hours so let's get our bags and head t the airport," Mrs. Hautz walked into the hall to find that the many chaperones were now arriving. She handed them packets and they took off down the hall.

Trish stood and stretched like a cat in the sunlight that poured through the open windows. She began to walk when she suddenly fell. Looking up under a curtain of blonde hair she saw Randy Orton, Captain of the football team, standing above her with one of his feet sticking out. Trish stood, brushed herself off, and clenched her hands into fists.

"Go to hell," She hissed angrily. Then, without warning, she slapped him. Amy and Lilian followed Trish out of the classroom and into the hallway.

"Ignore the fucker," Lilian said loudly. Trish stared straight ahead with determination set upon her face. One thing she vowed to do on the trip was get revenge on the popular group.

Once outside the three girls separated to go get their luggage. Lilian had the most of them all with three bags. Amy and Trish both had two rather large ones, but they knew Lilian had packed the most. After handing a strong male chaperone their bags they boarded the bus and took some seats in the middle.

"Oh, look who it is…" They heard someone say. They turned towards the front of the bus and Amy leapt up when she saw her boyfriend Adam Copeland making his way onto the bus along with their other friends Chris Jericho and Jay Reso. She hugged him tight and smiled at him. The other girls made room for their klutzy friends and smiled when Amy sat down in Adam's lap.

"They're so cute," Trish whispered to Chris who gagged. Trish hit the blonde man's arm and grinned devilishly when Randy and Stacy stumbled onto the bus. She stuck out her foot slightly, enjoying the look on Stacy's face when she began to fall.

"Bitch!" Randy yelled, grabbing his girlfriend before she hit the floor. He moved Stacy away from Trish who was already standing and ready. If he was going to do something she'd fight back. Randy raised his hand to backhand her when Chris stepped in between them.

"Back off, assclown," Chris growled angrily. Trish pushed her friend out of the way and stepped up to Randy.

"Go on, hit me," She said with her eyes shining, "I dare you to."

Randy paused. Trish braced herself for the slap she knew was coming. What she didn't expect was for him to walk away. The captain of the football team was walking away? He actually wasn't going to hit her? He wasn't going to cuss her out? Trish was slightly disappointed.

"This is going to be a long trip," Jay whispered to Lilian who only nodded. They watched Trish glare in the direction of the Popular's and clench her jaw.

Trish sat down in her seat as Mrs. Hautz got on the bus. After a head count they were off to the airport where they would embark on the wildest adventure they had ever taken.

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Note: I know, it's not so long, but if I included the next parts it would've been WAY too long. So.. Yes, I'll have another chapter up soon. But I have other stories that are in dire need of updating so don't expect this one to be updated regularly. Sorry, but this fic is NOT my main priority right now. So… Your reviews are appreciated!

Rachel