A/N: Hey guys and thanks for the reviews and thanks for reading. The chapter uploading might be a bit less within the next couple of weeks because of finals but I'm trying... so stay with me. hope you're enjoying the story so far!

CHAPTER THREE: The past

After a week it was finally RAW and it was Jon's perfect chance to talk with Avery. On the few days off Avery headed home to Chicago to see her older brother Grayson, her best friend of 6 years Chloe and she could see her beautiful Alaskan malamute (Dog) that she missed like crazy. Avery didn't tell anyone about the fiasco with the shield, she knew the right time to tell them but it wasn't then. Avery was an amazing sensor, it was almost like her super power, she could always tell if something was wrong ahead of time, and she could always tell a good person from bad even though she had messed up with that one more than once. Every once and a while her will would be stronger than her sense.

Tonight Avery was getting for RAW like she always did, by sitting in an empty hallway on one of the equipment crates, listening to her pump up music. She was always there way earlier than she had to be, but this gave her time to do whatever she wanted and it gave her time to get stuff done. Right now she had been there for about three hours and the show just started. Tonight she had a match against Nikki Bella and Avery was confident in herself that she could win, even if Nikki was way better than she used to be. Avery was really trying to focus but Jon would always come into her mind, I think I might really be falling for him she thought to herself. She let out a sigh and rested her head on the cold wall behind her.

"Hey Avery." Jon said surprising her and hopping onto the crate as well, while she took out her ear buds. Speak of the devil. "What ya listening too?"

"Oh nothing, just Parkway Drive, A Day To Remember, Pierce The Veil, um Sum 41 and Chiodos. Yeah just my pump up music." Avery said admiring how good he looked in his shield outfit.

"Hey too bad you and Colby aren't friends, he loves those bands." Jon lied, he didn't want anyone to be friends with her except him.

"It's his loss, he flirted when he shouldn't have. Not my fault." Avery confidently said getting lost in his blue eyes and wondering what he wanted. "So what's up Jonathan?"

He usually hated people calling him by his full name but for some reason he loved how it sounded coming out of her mouth. "Oh nothing, this is usually where I come to get ready for a match too."

"Oh sorry, I can leave if you want. I know you need your concentration and time to transform into Dean Ambrose." Avery hopped off the crate about to walk away.

"No, no it's okay. I actually wanted to talk to you." She turned around facing Jon. Hazel eyes locking with blue once again feeling something. "Last night I remembered that after RAW last week we said we didn't really know each other, and I would like to know the beautiful girl in front of me before I go around kissing and flirting with her."

Avery blushed she never got complements this much from one guy. "Aww such a sweet talker." She hopped back on the crate. "So I guess you want the story from the beginning right?" He just nodded. "Okay well, I was born and raised in Fairbanks Alaska and then moved to Chicago when I was 17 and I sorta had a rough childhood but I know you don't want to hear that."

Jon cut off Avery. "No. No I want to hear the story. I had a rough childhood too." Avery widened her hazel eyes.

"Um… ok well. I guess I made my childhood rough. I had parents that loved me and wanted the best for me, but I never saw it that way, I just thought that they had very high expectations for me so I always would get mad at them and get in fights. Ever since I was little I've always wanted to do the opposite of what people are thinking of me to surprise them, so when they wanted me to get a job and get good grades I naturally did the opposite. Dumb mistake though, my dad was a state trooper so he would catch me doing a lot of bad shit, like drugs for a bit and a bit of drinking. I never went to school and when I did I got bullied and failed every class I took except for gym, art and photography, those were my only passions. In Fairbanks there was no wrestling what so ever, so I started building makeshift rings that fell apart every time I body slammed someone, but it was fun and I started making money doing it, and since I watched wrestling it when I was little it came easy." Avery looked to Jon who was absorbing the information.

"Sweetheart wrestling doesn't come easy, even if you've watched it for a long time."

"Yeah I know but it's always been a natural skill for me, and I always had a passion for it. A lot of people don't understand it but it's so fun and easy for me, so that's why I moved to Chicago to do wrestling. Well, my older brother knew I really wanted to do it, and knew it was my life so we both made enough money and moved there, but we were homeless for about six months until an owner of a comic book store felt bad and gave me and my brother a job. That's when I meet Phil or CM Punk as you know him. He took me and my brother in and helped me wrestle and set me up in Ring Of Honor." She was cut off again.

"So you dated the man who took you in and was your friend?" Jon asked.

"Yeah, well I was engaged to him for 4 months..." She laughed seeing shock in his face. "Yup, but it was a mistake because now I lost his friendship and his love." Tears stung in her eyes but she wouldn't let Jon see her cry, even though it was an easier break up it was the most hurtful.

"Avery, I'm sorry." Jon put his large hand on her thigh and lifted her chin with his thumb and index finger to make her look at him. She didn't object she just let it happen. Hazel met with blue and she closed her eyes forcing tears away. Avery pulled away and stood up. She couldn't let him she her so vulnerable, especially when she didn't truly know the real him.

"No it's okay. It was my mistake. I have to get to my match now, but I'll see ya around." She kissed his cheek and walked down the hallway to the bathroom to make sure her makeup wasn't messed up. Even though she didn't let tears fall she had to still make sure.

Jon couldn't do anything but sit there taking in what happened, she at least trusted him enough to tell her story, but he wanted her to trust him fully with anything. He would wait for her and he was hoping she would wait for him.


It was about 1 am and Avery couldn't sleep, she kept thinking about Jon. It was almost like he brainwashed her and tortured her mind. She didn't have to be at smackdown so her flight to Chicago wasn't until the morning and she really needed something to help with her mind wandering to Jon, so she headed down to the hotel bar. She grabbed a stool at the bar and ordered a vodka cooler, she didn't drink much so a couple of those and she would be drunk in no time.

Jon couldn't sleep either, his mind was occupied by where him and Avery's relationship stands, even though they basically only truly knew each other for 24 hours he still felt an attraction to her. She had everything Jon wanted, smart, beautiful, funny, strong, amazing ring skills, an amazing sexy confidant attitude and she could handle her own if she needed. His mind was invaded by Avery and he knew they wouldn't see each other for about five days so he needed to start with getting his mind off her. Jon headed down to the hotel bar as well and stopped in his tracks as he recognized the woman's small frame, her curves and her mid back length light brown hair.

"Couldn't sleep either?" Avery jumped a little hearing the familiar raspy voice.

"Who is following me now?" She laughed a bit thinking back to the gym. "And for your information I've got anxiety and it triggers my insomnia. So this is probably not the last time you'll see me down here. Oh good match tonight by the way." Avery took a swig of her cooler, as he sat on the bar stool next to her.

"You watched it?" He said a little surprised.

"Yeah, you have some skill Moxley." Something triggered in him when she said Moxley, it was a huge turn on.

"You had a good match as well. Unique, sexy, confidant moves, that's what I like to see. Also flawless sells. Who were you trained by?" Jon ordered a beer as Avery blushed a bit.

"Mainly Ace Steel, and CM Punk but I'm more interested in you Jonathan. What was your life like? Have you honestly changed? Because when we kiss you're still always frozen." Aver giggled.

"Hilarious." Jon said with a straight face. "Life was pretty rough for me, especially growing up in Cincinnati. My dad was a fucking worthless piece of shit, he beat up me and my mom but he went to jail after the fifth time I had to drive my mom to the hospital when I was ten and say she fell down the stairs again and that I got a black eye from baseball. I wasn't even in baseball." Avery looked stunned, no wonder Jon was always the way he was. "But my mom was trying her best to support me and my little cousin, she was working on the streets but then she got into drugs and she just one night never came home, so my hateful aunt called child services when she found out, but I was 15 so I just left town as they took away my cousin. I just couldn't bare it, it was my only way of coping with my life changing that drastically, but now I regret not going back for her." Dean was silent as the memories flooded back.

"Jonathan. I'm, I'm so sorry. You don't have to talk about that anymore." Avery grabbed his stubbly chin in her small hand making him look into her hazel eyes, seeing she was on the brink of tears. "It doesn't matter what happened in the past, what matters is now. Please don't think about that more than you already do. I'm so sorry that happened, if I could I would trade places in a second."

"No. You don't need to do that. That is what made me who I am, even though I'm an asshole and a jerk it's just me. Plus it's made me way stronger than regular people, and I have this weird sense of seeing right through people's fake reactions and I can tell when people lie, it's pretty cool. Anyway on a positive note you look great, like always." Jon looked her up and down with a smirk.

"Jon, look at me I'm wearing old grey skinny jeans, a leather jacket and an old concert tee, I'm not even wearing makeup." Avery smiled taking a drink.

"I know, I love it. You're so beautiful." Jon made her look up at him seeing he was truthful. She blushed.

"Aww thank you, I must say you're handsome too." Avery looked intensely into his gorgeous blue eyes.

"Okay one question." Jon sipped his beer, she nodded. "What did you mean when you said I froze you just like the last time?" Avery laughed.

"I can't believe you don't remember that night. Well actually it's not surprising you were really drunk. Once after a CZW show we went to a party, and you and I were dancing and drinking and one thing lead to another and I started to kiss you, I didn't want to give you myself for the night so I left you frozen in the corner." She laughed as the memories came back.

"Okay well that explains a lot." Jon laughed at Avery's contagious laugh.

"Well I think I can sleep now, so good night Jonathan." She kissed his cheek and paid the bartender, she sexily walked away and Jon just sat there hypnotized by her curvy body. He gulped down the beer and ran after her.

"Wait. Avery." He found her walking down an empty hallway and pushed her against the wall, held her hands up in his one larger hand and kissed her passionately. She was surprised but loved it and was so turned on by his roughness. His tongue licked her lips and she granted him access right away, their tongues fought for dominance but he won, they explored each other's mouths. He pulled away this time leaving her frozen, and he smirked proudly.

"Wow." Avery whispered, she rested her head on the wall behind her leaving her neck completely exposed. He saw his opening and took it with force kissing, licking and sucking her neck earning whimpers and moans. "Jon… not tonight. Please." He pulled away letting go of her and looked into her beautiful hazel eyes.

"Whatever you want beautiful. Sometimes waiting makes it better." He winked and walked her to her room. "Goodnight Avery." She kissed him this time and once again left Jon frozen, he was getting better with how long it took for him to move but she shut the door as he was just starting to move, leaving them separated for a couple of days. When she was taking off her leather jacket a white little paper came out of the pocket. She picked it up and saw his name along with his number. He is going to the death of me.