Chapter 1:

The sound of an alarm clock is what woke her up that morning. Rolling over she unplugged it and buried back into her blankets. Charlotte Bronson was not feeling the whole getting up. Today was the first day of her first semester of college and all she wanted to do was sleep.

"Charlotte get up!" Charlotte groaned and sat up, walking into the bathroom to shower. Charlotte or Charlie, was a 21 year old girl who still lived her mother. Her dad left when she was younger and never looked back. Charlie stripped out of her pajamas and stood under the hot water and thought about how the day would go. She was going to school for psychology and she was excited. She had 5 classes this semester. Today she had history at 10, psych 110 at 12 and math and 1.

Charlie hurried up because although she wanted to sleep, she knew she had to get out and get dressed so she wasn't late. Getting out she wrapped a towel around her and wiped the fog off the mirror. You could say Charlotte was pretty. She had long brown hair that she usually wore straight, she had blue eyes that would some days look grey and she had perfectly tanned skin thanks to tanning all summer. She tried off and blow dried her hair and did her make-up before slipping on her blue bra and pantie set and walking to her closet to find an outfit.

After what seemed like forever she finally found one that she loved and would be great for the weather. They lived in a small town in Albany, New York. Since it was still considered summer and was 80 degrees out Charlie decided to wear a black and white stripped maxi dress and a little jean jacket. She slipped on some sandals and her ring that she always wore, grabbed her bag and walked downstairs.

Walking into the kitchen she saw her mom, Stacey, putting all her files into her briefcase. Charlie's mom was a psychologist, one of the reasons why Charlie wanted to get into the business. Her and her mom were extremely close and have been ever since her dad left.

"Hey mom." Stacey looked up and smiled at her daughter.

"Morning Charlie. Excited for your first day of college?" Charlie nodded while she grabbed a poptart to eat on the way. She had decided to wait to go to college because she wasn't sure what she wanted to do.

"Yeah, just hope its not anything like high school. No way I want to relive that again." Stacey chuckled and picked up her bag as her and Charlie walked to their cars.

"It won't be sweetheart. I get done at 6, the new neighbor is moving in today so if someone comes by for the key it is hanging in the kitchen." I nodded and hugged her. Charlie got into her rav4 and drove off. She was a little nervous that it might be a hard adjustment but she knew she could do it. Since the college wasn't to far away, it only took her 15 minutes until she was in the student parking lot. She got out and grabbed her bag before locking her car and walking into the building.

She found her classroom and walked in, immediately picking a seat by the window. The one thing Charlie loved was looking out the window. She almost wished she was home lounging by the pool reading instead of being in a classroom that felt like an oven. She watched as the rest of the students filed in. No matter if she was pretty or not Charlie was a pretty shy person. She preferred being alone and listening to music and either drawing or reading. Everyone was chatting when the door opened and a man walked in.

Charlotte couldn't deny that he was an attractive man. He looked like he had tons of muscles and his hair was dirty blonde and curly. He set his bag down before he turned towards the class. He looked around the room and their eyes connected. Charlie felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and could have sworn she saw a smirk form on his face.

"Hey guys. I am professor Ambrose or Dean depending on what you want to call me and this is U.S history. Today is going to be a short day because its the first class. We meet Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 10. You guys are allowed 5 unexcused absences until points start getting taken off. I am pretty laid back but don't take that and think you can take advantage of me you can't. I'm gonna take attendance, each person will tell us 3 things they did this summer and I will pass out a card I need you all to fill out then your free to go."

"Charlotte Bronson."

"Here. You can call me Charlie." He looked at her and she felt a chill go down her spine. He smiled and nodded.

"You got it Charlie." He through the rest of the list and Charlie zoned out and was doodling when she heard her name.

"Charlie, since you seem to be paying a lot of attention why don't you start us off and tell us what you did this summer."Charlie's face flushed and she looked up embarrassed.

"I read, drew a lot and tanned. That is pretty much it."

Some guy thought he was funny when he called out, "I bet you looked good while doing it to." Charlie's face flushed again and she looked at Prof. Ambrose and he looked like he was ready to kill the kid. As soon as it came it went and Dean continued going around the room.

"Alright thanks guys. Now I am gonna pass out an index card on it I need your name, major, best email to reach you at and what you want to learn." The cards were passed back and everyone wrote. Charlie was done after about 5 minutes as was about everyone else. They all stood up and handed their cards in. When Charlie handed him hers, their hands brushed and Charlie felt a tingle on her hand and the look came back on Dean's face that made her uncomfortable. She gave a small smile before walking out of the classroom. The rest of Charlie's class went by like the first and she was home by 2.

She went up and changed into yoga shorts and a blank tank top. She walked down and grabbed some water before laying on the couch and watching movies, she fell asleep half way through the first one. She was woken up by a knock on the front door. She sat up and rubbed her eyes before seeing it was a little after 6. She got up and walked to the door and opened, surprised to see who was standing there.

"Oh hey Charlie." Professor Ambrose.

"Oh uh hi professor Ambrose, what are you doing here?" He gave a little laugh.

"You can call me Dean Charlie we aren't in school. I'm here because I was told I could pick my key up from this house." Key? Oh he must be the new neighbor.

"Oh yea just hold on a minute." She walked to the kitchen unaware that Dean was staring at how her hips swayed as she walked. She grabbed the key off the hook and walked back. She could have sworn she saw his eyes roam up and down her body but she shook it off as still being tired.

"Here you go." He was about to say something when he got cut off by a car door slamming and heels walking up the driveway.

"Hey honey I'm home. Oh hello you must be the new neighbor. I'm Stacey and you've already met my daughter Charlotte." She stuck her hand out and Dean shook it.

"Dean Ambrose, I am actually one of your daughter's professor's."

"Oh well its nice to meet you. Did you just move to town?"

"No actually I lived in another house a city over but decided to move here. Its closer to the college, less of a commute." Stacey nodded and smiled and Charlie just stood there not knowing what to say.

"Well welcome, if you ever need anything do not hesitate to ask."

"You got it nice to meet you Stacey and I will see you in class on Wednesday Charlie." Charlie gave a polite smile and closed the door when her mother walked in the house.

"He is cute Charlie!"

"Ew mom he is my teacher." She laughed and walked into the kitchen. Charlie didn't know what came over her but she pulled back the curtain on the window on the front door and looked outside. She jumped when she saw Dean was just staring at the house, he saw her. He smiled and gave a little wave before walking into his house.

"Okay weird" she thought. Shaking it off she walked into the kitchen to help her mother with dinner.

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Meanwhile Dean walked back up to his house. He made his way upstairs to his bedroom, he knelt down and pulled a box out from under his bed that he put there to hide from the movers. He sat on his bed and removed the lid and pulled all the pictures out. He looked through them and smiled.

"She is so beautiful" he thought. He had been watching her ever since he had first saw her. She was his and soon she would learn that. Nobody was going to keep him from her and if anyone tried well lets just say it wouldn't end well for them. He took the last picture of her, which was one of her smiling and brought it to his lips.

"Your mine Charlotte and soon everyone plus you will know that." He put the pictures back and hid the box in his closet before heading downstairs. He walked out to his kitchen and to his sink to get some water. Something caught his attention making him look up and stop what he was doing.

Charlie, his Charlie was in her bikini lounging by the pool. The sun was hitting her and she looked just like a goddess.

"Just like the first time I saw you" Dean said to himself. He was forced to tear his eyes away when there was a knock on the door. Taking one last glance at his beauty he turned the sink off and walked towards the door. He opened it to reveal two of his best friends. Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins.

"Hey man nice house!"

"Thanks guys come on in." All 3 have been best friends since high school. Dean became a teacher, Roman was a high-ranked police officer and Seth became a lawyer. They all walked into the kitchen and Seth looked outside.

"Holy hell you live next to that? Man she is hot!" The hairs on the back of Dean's neck stood up. He knew he couldn't lose his temper because Seth didn't know any better but it still bothered him when other people looked at Charlie. She was his.

"Yeah, she is actually one of my students. She lives next door with her mother. So are we gonna hook up this TV and watch the game or not?" Both men chuckled and walked into the living room leaving Dean by the window in the kitchen. He saw Charlie bend over to pick up all her things and couldn't help the effect she had on him. He watched her walk all the way into the house before returning to the living room.

Oh how he couldn't wait until he could have her. She was his whether she liked it or not and he will never leave her alone.

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Charlie was in her room changing out of her bathing suit and into her pajamas. Since it was still sunny and warm after dinner she decided she would go out and tan. She couldn't help but feel like she was being watched but she just thought she was being paranoid. She threw here hair up into a pony tail before climbing into bed. She layed there and couldn't help but think of Dean. There was something that was off about him but she couldn't put her finger on it.

He was a nice person and seemed to be a cool teacher but when he would look at her a chill always went down her spine. The same thing happened when he would say her name and she could have sworn she saw him before. Shaking her head to get rid of her thoughts, she reached over and shut her lamp off and went to sleep. She had a 9 o'clock class tomorrow and was not looking forward to it.