Disclaimer: This story is fiction. All the characters are fictional with borrowed names to comply with the fan fiction genre. They should not be confused with any person living or dead. I am not now nor have I ever been affiliated with any professional wrestler or wrestling company. No disrespect intended.

This is my new story, I hope you will all enjoy it.

Chapter 1

She came stomping out the woods. Maybe she was running away from something – she definitely wasn't running towards anything for he was the only one there in that desolate area just outside the perimeter of the social event of the year. The princess's birthday party. And John Cena and all his 'in crowd' clones were in attendance. Oh the pretty boy had it all. The biggest house, the fanciest cars and he had the girl standing at the tree line, Mia. Mia and her sister, Melody were the most lusted after girls at Raven Point High. And he –well according to the high society they belonged to – he was nothing. Nothing more than an ugly blemish they had to put up with thanks to the district line being moved a five miles past the tracks.

He sat there, leaned against the tail gate of his pickup with a beer in one hand and a joint cupped in the other. He didn't need no bullshit and people like her, no matter how lustfully sexy he found them, loved to tattle. They lived for their gossip and their big mouths embellished, causing trouble and heartache. And they called his kind the devil's spawn. Up town kids were mean, stuck up and lazy. He had no use for them.

Mia stood out of breath for a moment before she took slow strides across the small dirt clearing protected by forest. He gazed at her. Long curly auburn hair, stunning deep blue eyes and pouty lips made him swallow hard. He skimmed her pretty polka dot dress that puffed at the shoulders, flared at the waist and only reached her mid-thigh showing off gorgeous long limbs that he'd fantasized about more than a few times. Her eyes caught his. She seemed startled like she hadn't expected anyone to be there. She came his way. He was sure she would have a few hateful words about his presence and he'd have to be the one to burst her bubble. He was on his property –not hers.

His father's property was long and narrow, reaching into the 'acceptable' part of town. His back yard and Mia's connected but a little over five acres of trees hid the view of his home from hers. It made him laugh. People thought they knew everything. They judged by a man's appearance alone, but everyone had secrets. Everyone.

Roman's friends would have loved to be there. They'd seize the opportunity to terrorize Mia, swarm around her like a pack of wolves, threatening actions they'd never follow through on, but the sorted details would frighten her as if they had. But he – he said nothing.

She walked up to him, snatched the beer from his hand as if she owned him. He watched in awe as part of the liquid missed her mouth and trickled down her chin and neck. He crossed his arms, placed the joint to his lips and relit it.

"That cigarette smells really bad." She giggled a bit. "Is that?" Mia's voice had always been so sweet. It was soft and alluring and that laugh of hers always got to him in ways he had to hide with a hand stuffed in his jean's pocket.

"Come here."

She took a step closer. He took a long drag, placed a hand behind her neck and pulled her lips close. Her lips parted, allowing him to shot gun the smoke. Her lips were so near and she closed her eyes as if she expected him to kiss her. He shared another shot with her, then extinguished the treat and placed the remainder in his pocket.

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Mia opened her eyes. She was stunned that Roman hadn't tried – anything. She hopped up on his tailgate right beside him. He opened the cooler sitting behind him and handed her beer and took another for himself. It wasn't the first she'd drank that night. But it was the first time she'd ever drank in front of anyone. She usually downed a mini bottle from her parent's reserve when no one was looking.

That night, she just wanted to get away. She was so – pressured. Her father, constantly hovering over her, chiding about her grades and the clubs and activities she endured. Her mother, always fussing over her appearance. She always had to look just perfect and the woman would pluck any eyebrow growing in a place she didn't approve of. And her boyfriend, that jock wouldn't stop dragging her off to her bedroom. He wanted her to give in, but his kiss was hard. His hands didn't caress, they went straight for what they wanted beneath her dress and tugged at her panties. There was nothing romantic about the way he tried to claim her.

Her sister was her best friend, but she was occupied. It was her birthday after all and Mia wouldn't dream of bringing her down. Mia always believed that Melody was the pretty one. She was without question the smarter sister. She was fourteen months younger, yet they were in the same grade. Melody had skipped a grade the prior year and would likely do it again. Their thought told Mia she should feel embarrassed by the fact that her little sister could graduate before her, but she was proud of Melody. And she could never feel anything different.

"Don't you talk?" She spat. Geeze, sometimes she hated how her voice sounded. She didn't want to be stuck up and she didn't think she was better than anyone even though she'd been taught to think that way.

"Sometimes."

She gazed at the boy sitting beside her. Dressed in simple jeans and a tee shirt. His leather jacket already cast aside. His long black hair hung loosely and she eyed the tattoo on his arm. He looked dangerous. But at least he didn't ask her for anything. He'd given her one of his drinks and didn't demand anything in return. John gave her a soda once and made her tongue kiss him for it. That was actually how they'd shared their first kiss.

She could hear the music even though she had run far from her home and the patio. The laughter of nearly every kid from Raven's Point. It wasn't a crazy party, not like the ones in the movie's she'd seen.

Another beer down. Then another, then Roman shared another joint with her, passing it to her this time which surprisingly disappointed her slightly.

"Have you ever just wanted to do some crazy, Roman?" He spit out a slight chuckle and grinned at her. Surely he thought the alcohol was talking, but it wasn't. She was buzzed, but not drunk. Maybe her high tolerance was inherited from her mother's alcoholic father, or maybe she was just too stupid to recognize its affects. "I'm so tired of doing only what I'm told to do. That's all I ever do. At school, at home at those silly debutant meetings. Even at that damn party I have a code of conduct and rules to follow. I'm really starting to hate the word etiquette." She mocked her mother, her friends and the words they spewed. She hated the way they sat with straight backs and crossed ankles, sipping tea and taking tiny bites of insanely small cucumber sandwiches. Why couldn't some just take a real bite of real food? "I hate being proper. I can't imagine having to act a certain way and talk a certain way for the rest of my life. I don't want to be my mother, walking one step behind a man. This isn't medieval times and I will never bite my tongue!"

Roman listened. She had no reason to vent to him and he had no reason to want to hear it, but he sat there, just listening.

"I want to do something crazy. I want to take this stupid headband out of my hair, run around bare foot! I want to dance silly and make a fool of myself. I just want to laugh."

"So laugh." He rocked his body and nudged her slightly. She turned to him with a stern gaze, but only ended up laughing because he had the silliest expression with his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth and his eyes all crooked. "There you go." He turned up his beer and opened the cooler again. "Last one – we'll have to split it."

She guessed he thought she'd find that gross, but she didn't mind. She wasn't like the rest of her family and friends. She didn't assume she'd catch a disease from Roman just because he was from the south side of the tracks.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

Roman nodded.

"I have a list. – you know – like that girl in that movie – a walk to remember – oh, you probably haven't seen it."

"I've seen it."

"I have these things I want to do."

"Like what? Get married the Garden like your parents?"

"Hell no." Roman gazed at her with a shocked expression, his mouth ajar. "Number one – become an artist. See a full rainbow, watch a romantic movie with a guy who doesn't mock it or complain about it the whole time, I want a tattoo too! And I want to sleep with a stranger –"

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Her eyes fell on him and she looked a little embarrassed to him. She probably thought she was propositioning him. He wasn't so sure she was. He believed she was just talking. The girl acted like she needed someone to listen to the thoughts no one she was close to would want to hear. Still, Roman couldn't pass up the opportunity. He was crazy about this particular socialite. He always snuck glances at her in the classes they shared. Gazed too long at her legs and every movement they made. He couldn't take his eyes away from her lips when she was smiling, talking, chewing on her pencil or pens. He took off his shirt, hopped off the tailgate and unbuttoned his jeans. She stared at him as he positioned himself in front of her, gently pushed her knees apart so he could slip between them. He slid his hands under her skirt, up her thighs and rested them.

"You sure you want something like that?" lips inches from hers he waited until she crossed the distance. Her lips felt so soft and parted. He accepted her invitation, slipping his tongue inside her delicious hot mouth, their tongues moved in an elegant, satisfying dance. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he scooped her up, showing off his strength. He took a couple of steps so his truck could provide a tiny amount of privacy, then he lowered her to leaves.

"Here?" She asked as she gasped for air.

"You wanted to do something crazy."

XXX

Roman hovered over her, his fingertips undoing the top of her dress like a pro. She quivered as the warm of his skin touched her own, his hand caressed her breast on the outside of her bra. No one had ever touched her like that before. Even her boyfriend, John, who she'd dated for nearly two years, had yet to touch her breasts. Roman's touch sent a thrilling chill throughout her body.

She loved his kiss and became instantly addicted. It was torture when he took them away to give attention to her neck and cleavage.

His hand moved beneath her skirt again. He moved her panties to the side and she became instantly wet beneath their soft graze. There was a slight amount of pain when he slipped inside of her but she expanded and accommodated his girth making it more comfortable. She clung to him as he rocked his hips, his fingers causing one explosion after another as it toyed with a part of her she hadn't realized was so sensitive.

She bit her lip, trying so hard to silence the loud moans his love making easily brought out of her.

"Don't." he demanded in a seductive whisper close to her ear. "I want to hear you." He thrusted harder, slowly, repeatedly until she couldn't contain it. Her sounds seemed to excite him and he enjoyed a few more before silencing her by covering her mouth with his own.

"I'm afraid it's going to have to be a quick one sweetheart." He warned her, but she didn't want it to be over. She didn't want it to end. She'd never felt anything so wonderful. Roman was so strong and she loved being beneath him, loved being in his arms.

His rhythm quickened and she felt a wave of heat rush from her toes to her head, then he collapsed against her, becoming still and panting heavily.

She wasn't sure what to do when he removed himself and stood. He held out a hand to help her. She took it and dusted the dirt from the back of her dress. He grinned, came close and picked a leaf from her hair.

A soft rustling sound made her jump.

"Roman!"

Dean Ambrose burst out of the tree line and she felt her heart sink to her stomach.

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