Don't Forget About Us Chapter 2: Runnin' Away With My Heart, a wrestling fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that is related to the WWE. I don't own any Lonestar lyrics. I'm just writing my own little world. :)

A/N: Wish I could have updated this sooner, but life's been crazy. Thanks to those who reviewed, alerted, and favorited. :) I really do appreciate it. Hope you enjoy this next one-shot. It's to 'Runnin' Away With my Heart'. And it's sorta AU... sorta not. Enjoy!

Matt walked to his first class of the day, his side flagged by Shannon Moore, one of his best friends in life. It was a dreary April day where the rain kept falling, turning all the ground into mud. Everyone was still exhausted as it was a Monday and all slugged to their first period classes like snails.

"That was a fun weekend," Shannon said happily, oblivious to the bleakness around him. "We should totally—"

"Shannon," Matt yawned. "It's too fucking early for this. Shut up until the second bell."

The blonde teenager shut his mouth, looking to the ground. Matt Hardy wasn't a morning person. In fact, almost every night he was up until four a.m. and preferred to get up at two in the afternoon. Early morning schooling was torture for the brunette teenage boy.

That was, until he saw her going into his homeroom. He stopped short and blinked as the girl talked to his homeroom teacher, Mr. Brown. "Who is that?" Matt sputtered. "I've never seen her before!"

Shannon looked around. "Who?"

Matt growled, snapping his finger toward the brunette girl. "Her; right there! Who is she?"

"Maybe she's new?" Shannon suggested.

You could almost hear the levers in Matt's head turning over the idea. He shuffled the books in his hands to the opposite side and began to walk forward, intent on getting a better view of the girl. She was different, he knew that much. Most of the girls were dressed in jeans and a tank top, but she had on a torn denim mini-skirt and fish net stockings. Her top was plain faded black t-shirt, one that clung to her every curve, showing off just the bottom of her tanned stomach.

"She's definitely new," Matt finally agreed. "Let's go introduce ourselves."

Shannon stopped as Matt began to walk toward the homeroom with a whole new attitude. He couldn't shake the feeling that this new girl was going to be something special for Matt… he could see it in Matt's chocolate-brown eyes.

It was only five minutes later and Matt's eyes hadn't left the new girl's figure. He was lusting certainly. But there was a part of him, no matter how much he wanted to go up to her that kept him from doing so. Matt was a confident person, a leader even. But he was never good with the girls. He'd never had a girlfriend, never been in love. Sure, he'd look at some of the girls in the magazines and lust like the rest of his pals, but never had he felt quite the attraction he was feeling by looking at before. There was something about her, something different even farther than the obvious.

"Go talk to her," Shannon suggested quietly. "Just staring at her isn't going to get you with her… talking is."

Matt looked at Shannon with a blank expression. "You're right," he finally agreed. Then, he stood up from his desk and made his way toward the dark-haired girl who was in her own little world. A small smile came into his face as he built up the confidence in his head, starting to strut his way toward her. Then, the tall frame of a teacher came in front of him.

"Mr. Hardy," Mr. Gears said in a pleased tone. "I do believe homeroom has started, don't you?"

What are you doing? Matt thought angrily. I need to talk to her! "Yeah," Matt muttered. "It did." He peered beyond the teacher, trying to see her.

Attention began to grow around him, more and more students looking up at the confrontation. Even the girl looked up curiously. "Then why don't you take your seat like the rest of the class," Mr. Gear snapped. "This isn't physical education, Mr. Hardy."

It was a stupid scolding and he normally wouldn't have been embarrassed. Normally even, he would have said something quick-witted back to the teacher. But with the new girl staring intriguingly at him, he found himself at a loss for words. Finally, while everyone began to laugh as he stared at the girl, he nodded and scurried back to his seat. "Nice going," Shannon snickered. He was doomed.

It was during lunch when he saw her again. She was sitting alone at his lunch table. His lunch table! Was fate really being that nice to him? He smiled while trying to balance his tray, thinking of ways to introduce himself without having to relive the embarrassment of the morning. His ego had been bruised then, but he had already fully recovered. In fact, he had spent the past two hours coming up with a new plan.

Quickly, he paid for his lunch and was ready to put his plan into action. He walked forward, his confidence building once more. It was then a girl by the name of Trish who came up to the girl, a smile on her face. She waved toward a table of girls opposite his and said something else. Then, much to Matt's disappointment, the new girl gathered her things and followed Trish to the other table.

"Ouch," Shannon said, coming up beside Matt. Jeff – Matt's brother – was beside him too. "You were so close yet again."

Jeff chuckled. "This is the chick you were telling me about."

"Yes," Matt said in a frustrated tone. "And apparently fate has it out for me!"

He stormed over to his table, throwing the tray on it with anger. He then pulled out the very chair the girl had been sitting in and slammed himself down. "Fuck," was all he grumbled as Shannon and Jeff sat next to him, trying to hide their amusement.

By the time school was over, Matt had given up on ever meeting the new girl. They seemed to be on different paths and at that point, those said paths were never going to cross. He trudged out of the school doors, ready to go home and take out his anger in his homemade wrestling ring.

"Excuse me?" a voice said – a female voice.

Matt ignored it and kept walking, fully depressed.

"Uhm… excuse me?" the voice said again and an arm pulled him back. He looked up and couldn't believe his luck. It was the new girl, a small and tentative smile on her face. "Hi," she finally said once she noticed she had his attention. "I'm Amy. I'm just wondering, do you know the way to Charles Street?"

Matt couldn't speak. He couldn't believe his luck! How had something like this happened after his two failed attempts at school that day?

Amy (she had a name!) frowned a little, put off by his strange smile and repeated herself, "Do you know where Charles Street is?"

He snapped out of it. "Charles Street, right. I do…"

Amy smiled again, finally letting go of his arm. "Is it possible you could give me some directions there? I don't know the way."

Quickly, Matt thought up another plan. A plan that let him get to know the girl further and make her happy! "I can do something better than that," he said quickly. "If you don't mind getting in a car with me, I can take you there."

He saw the brief hesitant look cross her face, as she probably didn't want to get into a car with a stranger. "I don't know…"

"I swear, I'm not a murder. I only offer since I live a block or two away. Why would you walk a mile when I can just bring you home myself?"

She seemed to consider this. "Okay."

Minutes later, Amy was seated to his right in his beat up car he had gotten with his own cash from wrestling. His heart was beating nervously; he was terrified of saying something stupid and scaring her away before he even got a chance to know her. But as he pulled into reverse, she seemed more much engrossed in staring out her window than in him. And of course he couldn't help but notice that she happened to smell heavenly.

Part of him wondered if maybe the ride with her was all he was going to get. She didn't seem even interested in getting to know her chauffer at all.

"Do you have a name?"

He flushed. In his panicked thoughts, he hadn't realized she was speaking to him. Well… if she was interested in knowing him, she probably thought less of it now. Matt nodded. "I do," he said. "Oh, right. I'm Matt. Matt Hardy."

She nodded, a small smile on her face. "I figure, if I get out of a stranger's car and my mom sees, might as well know the name of the stranger."

She had a sense of humor. He had a sense of humor! They had one thing in common… he was eager to find out more. Carefully, he looked at her, absorbing her pale features and delicate expression. He wouldn't let himself look at her body. If he was going to have a conversation with her, he didn't want his mind to be in the gutter. "You know," he started carefully, "we don't have to be strangers. It's a small town. Friends are always welcome."

For a moment, he thought he had maybe insulted Amy somehow. Then, she looked up slowly, a smile spreading across her face. "Why not? You can always use more friends in life, right?"

Matt nodded a little too eagerly. "Right!" One thing was already right, he just had to offer one more thing… "I could give you a ride home everyday, if you didn't mind. Who wants to walk a mile home everyday, when you can walk a block… right?"

Hey Buddy can you get me some faster wheels
I got a heartache nippin' at my heels
I'll be hurtin' if she gets a big head start
First that girl stole my attention
Not to mention all my affection
Now she's running away with my heart

"That would be great," Amy admitted, her smile never leaving her face. They both noticed they were on Charles Street then and the ride was over. Matt was a little sad, but it ended with in seconds knowing he'd see her tomorrow. "See you tomorrow then, Matt." With that, the fishnet-wearing teenager girl swayed out of his car, leaving her irrespirable scent with him.

By the next morning, almost every thought he had was of her. All the things he had learned just in those few minutes never left his mind. The sound of her voice, the way she smelled, her smile, her laugh, and most of all, her wardrobe. It was such a nice change to the girls he knew.

In homeroom, he was eager to greet her, just to see all the other guys who seemed to be interested in her get jealous. It was even more wonderful when she spoke first, reaching out for a hug. Being in her arms – if only for a moment – was like heaven on earth. She smelled even better up close. She was even prettier up close. In torn jeans and an oversize white t-shirt, somehow, she was still drop dead gorgeous.

His heart was sending wild love signals every time he got a look at her during the school day. He had lied to her when he said he wanted to be friends. He wanted to be so much more than friends. He wanted to marry this girl. Maybe it was a little far-fetched, maybe a little too far into the future, but she was just so different. She didn't fit the label.

I don't know where she's bound
But I aim to be there when the sun goes down
Do a little catchin' up in the dark
When we're out there under the moonlight
Even when I'm holdin' her tight
She's running away with my heart

By the time the last bell had rung and he was waiting for her in the parking lot, he was considering asking her out. Would it be too soon? Or did it make him seem confident? Girls happened to like confidence in a guy, that much he knew. And of course by the looks of it many other guys were interested in her, so he had to take the chance and ask before someone else did.

When she came to the car, he was starting to get anxious. Not only did he have to be mesmerized by her very sight, he still was debating in his head over whether or not to ask her.

And she seemed to notice. "So… how was your day?" she asked casually.

He looked up. "It was okay."

It went silent. She looked around his car and finally motioned to the radio while they sat in the afternoon traffic. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all." When the opening chords to Pearl Jam's newest hit began to play, both happened to smile. "Man, I love this song."

"You like Pearl Jam?" Amy asked.

"Like?" Matt scoffed. "Pearl Jam is my favorite band. I've liked them for a while now. Do you like them?"

"Love 'em," she admitted. "Saw them in concert not too long ago actually. Eddie is a cool guy. Met him after."

Matt couldn't believe his luck! The girl who just so happened to be quickly becoming his dreams liked his favorite band. She was going to have his heart. Hell, she was going to take it and run with it if she liked Pearl Jam! "You've met the band?" Matt's shock couldn't hide in his tone. "Man, you and I should totally go to a concert sometime they come to NC. How about it?"

"Is that a date?" Amy teased, looking at him with a teasing smile.

Matt thought for a moment, unsure if he should answer the way his heart was telling him to. "Yes," he finally said. "It is a date. Are you willing to accept?"

She didn't answer for a moment and she seemed a little surprised. Had he scared her away? Or could she not feel this certain chemistry that he was feeling? All he could think about was her and he had only known her for twenty-four hours. Finally, she looked up slowly, her brown eyes unreadable. "I am willing on one count."

"One count?" Matt had to ask, wondering what she wanted.

Amy's face melted into a shy smile. "You show me what you were doing on that trampoline with those other guys yesterday."

He looked at her quizzically. "How did you know I have a trampoline?"

Amy looked away, her face turning red. "Let's just say I wanted to see what you did for fun… I sort of followed you home yesterday."

"You know, that is considered trespassing," Matt teased.

"You'll just have to arrest me, won't you?"

"On two different crimes."

"Huh?"

Matt smiled slyly. "I'm afraid not only have you trespassed, but you've also stolen my heart, madam."

Amy shrieked happily. "You're so corny, Matt!"

Matt rolled his eyes. "Look who's talking!"

"Okay, fine. So… what's my punishment?"

"You kiss me, right here, right now." He smiled while he pulled over on a side road, turning off the car. "And you go to dinner with me on Friday night."

"Deal," Amy agreed, just before her lips met his. Somehow, as Matt's lips crashed with Amy's, he didn't care that his heart was on the run with Amy, as long as he could chase her as long as he wanted.

No don't tell me 'bout the speed limit
I'll go a million miles a minute
Till I run the wheels right off of this car
I know exactly what I'd be losin'
That's why I'm doin' what I'm doin'
She's running away with my heart

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