A/N:
Despite going to Seth's school for this story, I'm not gonna use his real name. I'm sticking with Seth while the other two trainers keep their names from the Black and Brave academy's webpage which is Marek Brave and Matt Mayday. I'm well aware that Matt Mayday is his gimmick name like Seth Rollins is Colby's but since that's the names they use on the webpage, I'm sticking with that. In the end those two are only side characters and not any main characters for the story.

"Who do you think is gonna make it?" Marek asked.
"I think Hugh might have it in him but he needs to come up with a better name for sure. No one wants to see a Hugh inside the ring," Matt answered.

Seth looked at his two friends and co-trainers. They were out having a beer together in a club. It wasn't unusual that they didn't share favourites among the trainees.

"My money's on Nell," he said.
"You wanna fuck her. That's different," Marek laughed.
"She's still really good and you know it," Seth said.
"Yeah, she's gonna make it for sure," Matt said.
"I wonder why she always wears long sleeves. It doesn't matter how much she sweats. Those sleeves stay down," Marek said.
"Alicia Fox wrestles in long sleeves too. It's alright," Seth said.
"You wonder too. Just admit it. You wanna see her naked," Marek said.
"Yeah," Seth smirked. "I'd love to see what she's hiding underneath."
"Do you think she hides some ugly past under those sleeves? Like scars maybe?" Marek asked.

Matt leaned forward on his elbows, watching the crowd of people out on the dancefloor.

"Why would she hide a tattoo like that? It's some nice ink," he said.
"What? Who?" Seth asked.
"Nell," Matt pointed. "She's out there on the dancefloor."

Both Seth and Marek looked and spotted her. She was in a persian blue mini skirt combined with a black spaghetti strap top and long, black boots. Her outfit wasn't what caught Seth's attention though. It was her right arm that was covered in a sleeve tattoo. Her arm was full of dark blue roses. His joy turned to anger. He had seen that tattoo before and he finally understood why she always covered it up. Without a word he stood up and walked towards the dancefloor.

"Hey Seth, where are you going?" Matt asked.
"Let him," Marek chuckled.
"She still has a week of training left," Matt said.
"Pretend you didn't see him go out there. And he's smart. He won't touch her until she's done at our school. He's just going there to talk to her," Marek said.

Seth walked with determined steps. He grabbed her arm and she spun around with a surprised look on her face.

"We need to talk!" He ordered.

He moved his eyes from her eyes and down to her tattoo. She knew the time had come. For 11 weeks she had managed to train at his school without him finding out who she was. She actually thought she would have made it all the way through.

"Okay, let me just get my purse," she said.

He followed her back to a table where some of her friends sat. She grabbed her purse and made an excuse to leave before following him out of the club. Once out on the street, he grabbed her arm again and escorted her towards a cab.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked.
"Just shut the fuck up!" He sneered.

It was a quiet cab right. She felt nervous. She had always wanted to come clean with him which was why she had ended up signing up for his wrestling school. She just hadn't had the guts to tell him the truth. Now he wasn't giving her a choice. She swallowed hard when the cab stopped and Seth paid the man. She got out of the cab and followed Seth to his house. The second she was inside, he slammed the door in anger and turned on the light.

"That was you!" He grabbed her arm and stared at her tattoo. "Last year, that was fucking you! You came in here in my house! You fucking broke in, you little bitch!"

She remembered the day clearly. She had no idea her boyfriend planned on breaking into a home when she met up with him and his friends that day. He had talked her into it, saying it was owned by a rich man that was out of town. She was wearing a top that day too and her boyfriend had given her a skimask to cover her face. That was the only reason Seth didn't know it had been her.

"I didn't know it was your house," she said.
"Is that supposed to make it any better? You broke in!" He shouted.
"You weren't supposed to be here," she said.
"You still broke into my home! Why the fuck would you do that?" He shouted.
"Because I was scared!" She shouted back.

He stared at her for five long seconds.

"Scared of what?" He asked.
"Does it matter? I broke in here. End of story," she said.
"Maybe I should call the cops on you," he said.
"Yeah, maybe you should," she tried so hard to keep herself from crying.
"God!" He shouted in anger.

He threw his hands up in the air and turned his back against her. He took two steps away, only to spin back around and stare at her again.

"I was gonna ask you out a date. When you finished a week from now, I was gonna ask you out. Instead I find out you've been here all along laughing in my face for breaking into my home and getting away with it," he said.
"That's not why I'm here," she said.

He walked up to her again, grabbed her arms and backed her up against the front door.

"I had my hands on you that night. I had my fucking hands on you and you knocked me in the head with my slammy award. Do you have any idea how much that fucking hurt? You could have ruined my career if you had hit the right place," he said.
"I'm sorry," she said.
"I was gonna ask you out," this time his voice was full of despair. "I was gonna..."

His voice died down but he kept looking at her. He looked lost and hurt. 11 weeks and he had caught feelings for her.

"I would have said yes," she said.

11 weeks and she had caught feelings for him. She never planned on that to happen. Out of guilt she had signed up and she had every intention of telling him the truth but she had chickened out.

"I would have asked you out," he whispered. "Your eyes are so blue. Like the ocean. I've always felt like drowning in them."

She was taken by surprise when he kissed her. That surely wasn't the outcome she had seen coming but she wasn't complaining. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss and pressed himself up against her.

"Fuck!" He broke the kiss. "We can't. I don't mess around with trainees."
"I can stop if you want," she said.
"You got one week left," he said.
"Do you want me to come back for the final week?" She asked.
"I don't know," he answered.

He placed his hands on her cheeks and looked in her eyes. There he was, drowning again. He was supposed to be angry with her, and he was, but he didn't have it in him to call the police even though the case was still unsolved.

"What happened that night? You owe me the truth," he said.
"My boyfriend convinced me. Do you know how it is to fear a person so much that you just go along with whatever they say?" She asked.
"I knew I heard more people running around. Just you and him?" He asked.
"Two of his friends too," she answered. "They got away."
"Obviously," he smiled a little. "So I caught the pretty one."
"Sorry for hitting you. I got so scared that I just acted. I didn't know you lived here and suddenly there you were, one of my idols, staring at me like you were about to rip me apart," she said.

He leaned his forehead against hers while breathing heavily. She wanted to kiss him again so badly but she didn't dare step over any lines.

"Where is he now?" He asked.
"They're all in jail. I turned on them," she answered.
"You did?" He asked.
"My boyfriend came from money but no matter how much his parents gave him, it was never enough. So he constantly broke into houses because he felt he had the right. Dad was gonna bail him out, right?" She let out a little laugh. "Wrong! Believe it or not, I only ever broke into your house. His father came to me and asked me to take the stand against his son. I knew where he hid everything he stole. His father wanted to teach his son a lesson. I got a way out and a big paycheck. It made me afford wrestling at your school. I wanted to see you. I wanted to apologize."

His breathing only seemed to get more heavy. His hands started squeezing her cheeks a bit.

"Nell," he whispered. "Precious, little Nell."
"I'm sorry," she whispered back.
"I bet you are," he said.

He kissed her again, once again pressing his body against her. He wanted to rip that mini skirt off her and take her right up against the door. Again her arms wrapped around his neck and she opened her mouth for him. And again he broke the kiss without any of them actually wanting to.

"We can't," he said.

He pulled her away from the door, opened it and gently pushed her out of it.

"I'll see you Tuesday," he said.
"You want me to come back?" She asked.
"You got a week left, or technically three days," he gave her a smile. "One week, Nell. I was gonna ask you out but seeing what just happened between us, I'm gonna fuck you Thursday night unless you have any objections."
"No objections," she bit her lip.
"See you Tuesday then," he said.

He closed the door and leaned his back against it while running a hand through his hair. He was angry, so damn angry, but that ocean in her eyes took his breath away everytime and drowned him.