Okay, some notes. First of all Jon is referred to as Jon and Mox in this story, and I will be switching back and forth, so I hope it doesn't get confusing.

Second. His character in this story is a mix between Mox in character, and also the real person, who may act just a bit like the character he portrays in the ring. So lets say he's strange, overbearing, and just a bit violent. But also has the capacity to be caring, protective, and normal.

Just a little insight into my crazy mind while writing this fic! Reviews are appreciated because I have the BEST readers and followers on this site! XOXO!

Chapter 2

Jon was wearing the wounds of war the next Friday night as he walked into the gym for their show. A cut on the edge of his hairline, and a split lip were his trophies from last night's bout. He downed a few ibuprofen and lit a cigarette.

He wondered if the girl from last week would be here again? Maybe if he saw her he would be able to get her out of his head. The logical thing would be for him to just bang her and get it out of his system. Problem was, he wasn't too sure she was legal. Statutory rape? Not on his list of things to go to jail for.

Allie was thankful the cheerleading squad had switched to their winter uniforms. Meaning it was easier for her to hide the bruises that colored her arms, and neck. She sighed, and tightened her ponytail, adjusting the purple ribbon. The football team had an away game, but her stepfather dropped her off late, and she missed the bus.

She knew she was going to be in trouble with the coach, but not too much trouble because veryone knew about her situation. No, they never said anything, but they knew. See, her stepfather was the mayor. Everyone held their tongues about what they knew he did to her.

She placed her hands on either side of the bathroom sink, and leaned in to study her reflection. Pretty enough. She cringed at the thought of calling her stepdad back for a ride...She was supposed to stay over at Jen's after the game, but now she didn't know what she would do. It would be late, really late when they got back from the game.

Friday night, and another stupid wrestling show in the gym, she thought to herself. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and shuffled her way inside. Taking up her same seat from last week, she decided to kill some time before deciding what to do.

Once again, all through the night it was the same amount of violence. Weapons littered the ringside area, and the screams from the fans were deafening. People drove from hundreds of miles away to see these weekly shows. And although the gym was supposed to be a dry campus, it didn't stop fans from bringing in their own alcohol.

As Mox was preparing for his match, his eyes scanned the crowd, landing on a most pleasing sight. The girl with the black hair from last week. God she looked smoking hot in that little cheerleading uniform.

Sami caught him eyeing the girl, "Dude, no way."

"What?" Jon acted innocent.

"She's way out of your league, and probably like fourteen." his buddy said as he taped up his wrists.

"She don't look fourteen." Jon raised his eyebrows.

"Forget about it, Mox!" Sami called as he walked away.

And forget about it is what he tried to do all night. As he made his way to the ring, his eyes connected with hers. She didn't smile back, didn't act like she even remembered he'd marked her with his own blood seven says ago.

Maybe she didn't know, after all she probably hadn't been creepily staring at him the way he had her.

Head in the game, Mox, he told himself.

The match didn't last very long, and it didn't really get that physical. Barely any blood, in fact he bladed himself just to get a rise out of the fans. Because when fans chant "WE WANT BLOOD!" You better give them blood.

After the show he saw her walk outside. He followed her out, and stood in the shadows smoking and watching her. She was pacing back and forth with a cell phone in her hands. She wrapped her arms around herself to ward off the chilly autumn wind.

He stepped forward out of the shadows, "Hey." he said.

She gasped and jumped back, hand on her heart, "You scared me!"

Mox chuckled to himself, "Sorry."

"How's the eye?" she asked, indicating the blade job from earlier.

"Fine. So, you waiting for someone?" he asked, taking a puff of his cigarette.

"Yes." she lied.

"Hope its not that dick that picked you up last week."

"Excuse me?" she narrowed her eyes, and looked up at him.

"You heard me. That dick that dragged you off last week."

"How do you-?"

"I was out here smoking. I saw the whole thing. He your dad?"

"Stepdad." she answered. Her voice sounded so small.

Jon took a step towards her, his hand reaching out towards her. She took a step back, but he stepped right with her. His fingers went behind her head to play with the ribbon in her ponytail.

"Wh-what are you doing?" she asked.

"Nothin'" he commented as he looked into her gray eyes.

"Well, stop." she swatted his hand away.

"How old are you?" he asked out of no where.

"What?"

"How old are you?" he was looking at her too intently for her taste. Like she was his prey, he the predator. Like he was moving in for the...kill.

"I'm seventeen."

"Hmm." Jon shrugged his muscular shoulders and pursed his lips, thinking to himself.

He took another long drag off of his cigarette before throwing it on the pavement. He blew the smoke away from her face and into the night air.

"You're not waiting for anyone." he said flatly while dropping his hand from her hair.

She looked defiantly up at him, "No, I'm not."

She crossed her arms over her chest and shivered. "I missed the bus for the away game, and now I don't have a ride home. Well, actually I can't go home...I'm supposed to be staying with a friend."

"Call her?"

"She's a cheerleader too, so she's at the game."

"Ah, I see. So you're just kinda hanging out till they get back." he said taking a seat on the pavement and leaning his back against the wall.

"You're bleeding." she pointed to his face suddenly.

He touched a hand to his eyebrow, "Well shit, I am."

She reached into her bag and dug for her makeup remover tissues. She knelt down in front of him, and dabbed the blood away. Jon looked up at her as she tended to him. She was close enough to smell. Close enough to kiss. And God, she was beautiful.

His gaze traveled from her face down to her neck. At first he thought it was just a shadow, but on impulse he reached up and pulled the collar of her shirt down a little, confirming his guess. She gasped and pushed his hand away, staring at him with big eyes.

"Stepdad do that to you?" he asked as she went back to dabbing the blood away.

"None of your business...Here," she handed him a fresh tissue to hold to his head.

Allie sat beside him against the wall, pulling her skirt down as far as possible. He eyed her curiously while fumbling for another cigarette.

"So when will your friend be back?"

"Late." she sighed, "Guess I could walk to her house and wait, but her parents are out of town so I'd probably be locked out."

"I could help you out with that." he said, smoke billowing from his mouth with every word.

"With what?"

"Breaking in." he smirked.

"What? No!" she looked appalled.

He laughed to himself, "Calm down, goody goody I was only joking."

Allie wasn't sure of he really was, or not.

She leaned her head up against the brick wall, and squeezed her eyes shut, "I guess I'll just wait here until the bus gets back." She looked at her phone, "That's only about three hours, depending on how the game goes."

Mox didn't say anything, just sat beside her and listening to her stedy, easy breathing. He actually thought maybe she'd fallen asleep until he looked over and saw her staring at him.

"What?" he asked a little harshly.

"Nothing." she whispered.

They sat quietly together for a few more minutes before Jon spoke up, "Well I'm hungry." he declared as he stood up.

She stared up at him. He seemed to loom over her, his tall figure blocking the light from the street lamp. He started to walk off, but turned around to face her, "You comin, goody goody?"

"Am I coming with you? I don't think so. Thanks though." she said. Her hands were shaking as he walked back towards her. For a moment, she was afraid. She didn't know this guy, who he was, where he came from...what kind of person he was.

"Come on, its on me." he offered again.

God, how he needed to get this girl out of his system. He was on his knees begging her in his head.

"I can't." she said.

"Why not? Just come on." he said as he reached down and dragged her to her feet, "I'll drive."

He could feel her hands shaking in his, so he released his hold on her, "Calm the fuck down. I'm not gonna drag you off into a corner and fucking rape you or some shit. I'm just hungry, and you're freezing your ass off."

She reluctantly followed him to his car, and somehow wasn't surprised when he didn't open her door for her, just told her to get in. His car was a mess, and smelled horrible. Like body odor, cologne, and stale weed.

"What's open in this shit town at this hour?" he asked her as they pulled out of the parking lot.

"Umm..."she thought for a moment. The diner would be open, but everyone that would be there knew her stepfather. She didn't want anyone to tell him that she was out with a boy...correction, a man.

"Honestly, the diner is the only place that's open, but...my stepdad is the mayor here, and if anyone tells him they saw me with you..."

"You'll get the living hell beat out of you?" he finished her sentence.

She didn't say anything.

"They got a drive-thru?" he asked.

"No, but I could wait in the car of you wanted to go in and order." she suggested.

"And then what? Eat in the fucking car?"

"No...I know a place." she said quietly, her hands resting calmly in her lap.

He raised an eyebrow at her, the sexy jerk, "Oh yeah? Okay then." he pulled into the parking lot, "Be right back."

She told him what she wanted, and he went inside. She was still shaking. She'd never been alone with a boy in a car before. Sure, she'd snuck a couple kisses and gropes with Dylan behind the bleachers of the football field, but...this guy seemed different.

She didn't even know his name.

Soon he returned to the car with their food. Setting their food on her lap he grabbed the steering wheel. "So where we headed?"

She gave him directions to the old Mill Bridge. He pulled his car under it, next to the river. Every once in a while a car would drive over the bridge.

"Pretty secluded...you're too trusting." he told her as he sipped his soda, finished it off, and then reached in the backseat. He pulled a beer off of the floorboard, and popped it open.

"Want one?" he asked.

"No thanks."

"I thought as much." he told her while throwing their trash in the backseat.

"Thanks for dinner."

"It was shitty diner food, not a four course meal, goody goody."

He pushed his hair out of his eyes, and reclined his seat a little bit. "So what does momma bear think of the way daddy bear treats you?"

"My mom died eight months ago." she said.

"Aw, shit, sorry." he said earnestly.

"Thanks. And, it all started after she died. He started drinking, and then he'd just get mad and lose it."

She pulled her legs under her to sit crosslegged in the seat, confident he wouldn't be able to sneak a peek in the dark car.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Jon Moxley. You can call me Jon, or you can call me Mox. Whichever you want."

He opened the center console in between them, and dug around until he pulled out a baggie. He opened it, and she gagged.

"Is that pot?" she asked.

"Yeah. You don't mind do you?"

Did she? She didn't even know right now. Being with Jon Moxley in his car, in the middle of no where was messing with her judgement.

"I don't guess..."

He barely cracked his window before lighting up.

She coughed as the smoke filled the car. "You want to try?" he asked as he offered her the joint.

"No thanks." she choked out.

"Either way, you're getting a contact high." he smirked.

"You do this often?" she asked as she tried to fan the smoke away.

"Do what? Light up? Not that often. You may not be able to tell, but I'm in a fucking lot of pain right now." He held up the joint, "This helps."

He took another long drag before putting it out, and stuffing it back in the bag. He opened his door, and got out of the car. He leaned against the hood, and she got out to join him.

"I don't want to go home." she found herself whispering.

"You got a pretty dick hand dealt to you, that's for sure."

Before she knew what was happening he was pulling her against him, wrapping his arms around her, and laying her head against his chest. She gasped and tried to escape, to move, but Jon held her tightly against him.

When she realized he wasn't letting go, she gave in and leaned into his body, so warm.

"Jon..."

"Shh, what's your name, goody goody?"

She swallowed, their faces were mere inches apart, "Allie."

"Allie." he whispered. Her name falling from his lips like some sort of plea, or maybe like a prayer, "How'd you get in my head? I haven't stopped thinking about you since last week when I saw you at the show."

Allie blinked up at him. He couldn't stop thinking about her? She held her breath and prayed he wasn't a psychotic killer.

"You're in my goddamn head, girl."

She only stared up at him. What do you say to a total stranger when they tell you something like that?

"I need to kiss you." he said. It wasn't "I want to kiss you," or "I might kiss you." It was need.

Allie tried to back away, but he caught her chin in his hand, and turned her head up to him. As much as her mind was telling her to fight, to run away, her body was anticipating what the lips of Jon Moxley would taste like...