A/N I know Ted is married in real life, but for the sake of this story, he's completely single and never married. Also, he lives down the street from his father.

Glancing at the clock on the microwave that read 7:10, I sighed sipping on my coffee. Running late, again, why can't everything just go on time for once, I wondered running my hand through my hair before I placed my cup down on the counter, grabbing the toast from the toaster, placing it on a plate then placing it on the table.

"Riley, how's this one?" My sister Rachel spoke, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, holding her arms out wide, as she turned in place showing me the 3rd outfit she had tried on that day.

"Rachel, you're only 13, no one's expecting you to be a model" I said sighing

"Riley!" Rachel whined, causing me to smile as I turned to her

"Alright, that outfit is perfect." I said, watching as my sister looked at herself once more before plopping down at the table.

"Where's your brother?" I asked as I grabbed the orange juice out of the fridge, placing it on the table.

"He's calling the radio station…again." Rachel answered pouring her bowl of cereal.

"Richard Hoyt! You have 5 minutes!" I yelled through the house, before turning back to my sister

"What is with that kid?" I asked sarcastically, sipping on my coffee as I watched my sister simply shrug her shoulders, continuing to eat her cereal. A few minutes later I heard the familiar sound of my brother stomping down the stairs, walking into the kitchen, plopping down in a chair.

"How nice of you to join us." I remarked sarcastically

"Bite me." Richie replied pulling the earbuds from his ears, pouring his cereal, as I reached over swiftly slapping him on the back of the head.

"What the hell was that for?" Richie exclaimed grabbing the back of his head.

"That was for being an asshole." I said calmly

"You raised me." Richie responded, sticking out his tongue before continuing his meal.

"You're 16. Grow up." I said before standing to my feet, placing my cup in the sink, before resting my back against the counter.

"Alright, what are you trying to win now?" I asked sitting in the chair next to him.

"WWE Smackdown tickets." Richie responded

"I've taken you to wrestling before." I spoke, grabbing the dirty dishes from the table, placing them in the sink.

"Yeah, and we were so high in the bleachers that I got a nosebleed." Richie shot back.

"They weren't that bad." I fought back.

"Anyways, these tickets are close, and they come with a meet and greet." Richie continued.

"Meet and Greet with who?" I asked curiously, as I grabbed my purse, watching as my brother and sister grabbed their things and we made our way to the front door.

"Ted Dibiase Jr." Richie said proudly as he walked out of the door. My stomach flew into knots when I heard that name, it had been so long since that name had been spoken around me. A blast from the past, as I swallowed hard, turning my attention to the door as I locked the locks.

"You know, the guy you claim you went to school with!" Richie teased sarcastically.

"I did go to school with him." I defended myself, getting into the car.

"Then why can't you hook me up with tickets?" Richie whined

"We weren't exactly friends in school. I was more academic, and quiet…and he was…well he was…he was Ted." I explained, feeling my skin turn red at just the memory.

"So you were a nerd" Richie spoke back, as we pulled in front of the school. I watched as he opened the door, looking back into the car

"Nerd!" Richie spoke with a smile, before closing the door, as I turned and saw my sister exit the back seat. I rolled my eyes as I pulled away, driving back to the house. I just pulled into the driveway, turning off the ignition. My mind ran wild with thoughts, Ted Dibiase Jr. that was a name I hadn't heard in a while. I knew he was a big wrestler, and had seen him on WWE when Richie was watching it, but to me he will always be Ted, the Ted I went to school with, the Ted I used to live down the street from, the Ted I had a crush on and didn't know I even existed.

Flashback

"Riley Ann, you gotta get going or you're gonna be late for school!" My stepmother yelled from downstairs, as I grabbed my bag and ran down the stairs into the kitchen. My father had just built this house, he designed every brick and it was perfect. We had just moved into this town, this house and everything else in my life. My biological mother had left me and my father when I was a baby, and he had just married my stepmother this past summer. I didn't mind my stepmother, and I was excited at the new life for everyone. I walked through the living room, picking up my little brother Richie, giving the 3 year old a kiss on the head and a hug, before bringing him into the kitchen with me.

"You all ready for school?" My father asked sitting at the table, glancing to me.

"Yeah I guess." I answered nervously, glancing to my little brother who giggled as I made a funny face at him.

"You guess?" My father asked with a slight smile on his lips.

"It's just….it's hard being the new kid…especially in high school." I admitted, glancing down at my oatmeal.

"They're gonna love you…I know it." My father said happily, as he stood from the table, giving me and my brother a quick kiss on the top of the head, before kissing my pregnant stepmother and heading out of the house. I quickly finished my oatmeal, getting everything together as I stood at the front door.

"Your dad's right. They'll love you." My stepmother said with a smile, as I gave her a hug.

"Are you sure you're gonna be ok?" I asked looking at my very pregnant stepmother, who was due any day.

"Oh I'll be fine. She'll be out any day now, but don't you worry. You just go and have a good first day." My stepmother said opening the front door as I walked out to the dirt road that met the end of our driveway. I hung my head as I walked up the dirt road.

There weren't a lot of houses on the dirt road, only ours and one large house at the end of the road. I kicked random rocks as I made my way up the road when I saw a car pull up along me on the side of the road, the driver's side window rolling down across from me. I glanced to the driver, I recognized the man immediately, my father had introduced him to me numerous times, as I smiled when he spoke

"Hey darling. You wanna ride?" The older man said with a smile.

"No thanks Mr. Dibiase." I said politely, noticing the passenger seat was occupied when he spoke again.

"Nonsense girl, get in." he said confidently, opening the back door of the car. I sighed as I quickly climbed into the car, glancing at the man in the passenger seat and the kid that sat across from me in the back seat. I sat quietly as the car continued down the road.

"How you liking it here so far?" Mr. Dibiase asked me from the front seat, as I swallowed hard.

"I like it, sir." I answered politely.

"I told your daddy you would. How's your daddy and momma doing?" he asked, turning onto the main road.

"They're doing good, sir. My stepmom is about ready to pop." I said making small talk, hearing a hearty laugh come from Mr. Dibiase.

"Well, don't you worry about her none, we're right down the road if she needs anything." Mr. Dibiase spoke, pulling into the parking lot. I quickly opened the back door, climbing out of the car, leaning on the driver's side window

"Thanks again Mr. Dibiase." I said smiling.

"No problem, but do me a favor?" He said with a smile as I nodded my head.

"Keep an eye on my boys for me alright?" Mr. Dibiase said with a smile, pointing to the other passengers that hadn't exited the car yet..

"Um…I'll try." I said glancing to the boy in the passenger seat, my skin blushing when his eyes met mine, before I walked into what was my new school.

Being a new kid is never easy, it's even harder when you're a sophomore in high school, everyone already had friends, and groups and the new kids have to find where they fit in, not to mention put up with stupid hazing occasionally. I stood in front of my locker as I pulled out my books, I had just closed my locker door as I turned to the hallway, a student rushing past me, knocking the books and papers out of my hand, as I watched them spill all over the hallway, hearing the faint sounds of laughing as the student disappeared around the corner. I sighed as I swallowed hard and bent down starting to pick up the papers, when I noticed another body leaning down across from me, looking up I looked into the eyes of the boy who sat in the passenger seat of the car I rode to school in.

"Hi." He spoke with a smile, grabbing some papers that lay near his feet. I couldn't help but blush as I spoke back.

"Hi." I said, looking down at my feet, grabbing whatever papers I could, shoving them all into a make shift pile.

"So you're the new kid huh?" He spoke handing me the papers he had collected in his hands.

"Yeah, I guess." I said tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as I tried to straighten the pile of papers.

"I'm Ted." He said with a smile, extending his hand to me, as I blushed. I balanced the papers in books in my other hand as I reached my hand out, shaking his.

"I'm..." I spoke

"Riley" He spoke with a wide smile, a blush attacking my face.

"My dad told us." He finished. I nodded my head, looking down to my papers once again. I heard the sound of footsteps coming from around the corner, seeing the same kid who knocked the papers out of my hand earlier returning to the scene as he made his way towards me. I watched as he ran by both of us, knocking the papers out of my hands again, only this time to be caught by the arms of my new friend, Ted. I watched as Ted grabbed him, swinging the guy around as he spoke loudly

"I think you should pick papers up for the lady." Ted spoke harshly, shoving the kid towards the mess. I watched in amazement as the kid quickly picked up the papers, handing them back to me before running back down the hall. I looked over to him shocked.

"What are you the godfather of this high school?" I asked shocked.

"Nah." Ted answered smiling, his face turning more serious for a moment.

"But if anyone gives you problems, you let me know alright?" Ted spoke honestly as I nodded my head, before he said goodbye and left the hallway.