Chapter 3 - I'll make it up to you

*Mark's POV*

Mark didn't know why but he was extremely curious about this woman. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and he was mentally scolding himself for running her off the road.

"I feel like such a jackass." He thinks to himself.

He was pulled from his thoughts, when he heard police sirens coming towards.

"Oh, shit." She mumbled. He looked over to the woman in the car.

"Don't worry. We'll go explain what happened. Sit tight." He gave her a reassuring smile, and he and Paul headed over to the police.

*Bre's POV*

"Why is he staring at me like that? It's like he's in a trance." Bre thought to herself, very nervous.

The awkward silence was broken by the sound of police sirens. Paul and Undertaker told her that they would inform the police of what happened, so she took this moment to breathe. How'd she go from studying in her room dreaming about being a WWE wrestler to getting run off the road by the Undertaker and Paul Bearer, two future WWE legends?!

After 15 minutes she saw Undertaker and Paul shake hands with the police officers and then they headed over towards her. Undertaker came up to the window first. She gulped and rolled down the window again.

"Darling, these police officers just want to get your statement to see if our stories are lining up." Mark explained. He stepped back and let the officers talk to Bre.

"Hi ma'am. Can you explain to us what happened?" The police officer asked.

"Yes, officer…" Bre started. "I was on my way home from grocery shopping for my mother. As I reached over to change my music, I felt my car being pushed toward the rail. I hit the brakes to lessen the impact. I'm not injured, just startled. I sat here for a while to get myself together and that's when Under…Mark and Paul came over." She switched to Mark's real name. Not wanting to use his ring name.

"I don't believe they hit me on purpose. It was an accident, and thankfully we're all okay." She finished her statement and looked over to Undertaker and Paul with a smile.

"Thank you miss. Everything checks out. And yes, you're right. Your friend Mark here was suffering from fatigue when he hit you. No foul play was involved. And he's insured us that he will be paying for the damages for your vehicle. It's your lucky day, miss." The police officer explained.

"Huh? What? Really?" Bre said in disbelief. Looking at the police and then to Mark and Paul.

"Yes, darling. I take full responsibility and I'll pay for the damages. It's the least I can do." Mark said with a kind smile.

"Well we've inspected your vehicles. It looks like it's still in safe condition. Just drive safely to your destination and keep Mr. Calaway up to date with expenses. You folks have a good day." The police said before getting into their cars and driving away.

Bre was still trying to process everything that had happened. "He's paying for my car? Am I dreaming?"

She was deep in thought and then heard Mark clear his throat. She looked up to see him leaning through her window. His head now in her car.

"Are you sure you're okay? You look shaken up….or are you like this because you met your favorite wrestler?" He teases.

Bre could tell he was trying to lighten the mood, so she played along. "How cocky of you to think you're my favorite." Bre teases back, feeling a little more comfortable now.

She sticks her tongue out at him.

"The hoodie gives you away, darling. No need to lie." He winks. "Also, you might wanna put that tongue away unless you plan to use it." Mark whispers this so Paul can't hear him. Then he mouths "Just Joking" to Bre.

Bre was a little caught off by his dirty joke, but still played along. She mouth "You're bad" in response and scrunched up her at him.

Marks laughed. He couldn't help but find her adorable at this moment. "BTW darling, what's your name? You never told us." He backs away from the window, so Paul can see her too.

"I'm Breanna, but most close friends call me Bre." She said blushing a little.

"Nice to meet you Breanna." Paul says.

"Yes, nice to meet you Bre." Mark says, intentionally using her nickname.

Something about the Undertaker calling her by her nickname made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. "Likewise Taker." She gave him a cheery smile, and then proceeded to ask him a question.

"Are you guys serious about paying for the damage to my car?" Bre asked.

"Yes, of course, Bre." Mark started. "This is basically my fault and I'm man enough to admit it. It wouldn't be fair for you to pay for it." He explained. "It's the least I can do, but I feel like I should do more. I kinda feel like a jackass for running my fan off the road." He confesses.

Paul comes up and whispers something in Mark's ear. "Good idea." He tells Paul.

"Well Ms. Bre, how would you like to attend tomorrow night's PPV event?" Mark says, hoping to excite her.

"Whaaaat? Really? That show has been sold out for months!" Bre shouts.

Mark giggles. "Yes, darling. I'm pretty sure we can get you VIP tickets with a backstage pass, no problem. You're officially friends with the Undertaker and Paul Bearer, so anything is possible.

Bre's jaw dropped and she was speechless.

"Please accept. I wanna make all this up to you." Mark pleads. How could she refuse?

"Of course!…I'm just in…disbelief right now." She explains.

"Haha…I can imagine…" Mark almost starts a conversation when Paul interrupts him.

"Sorry to interrupt but we need to go, Taker. My radio interview is in 25 minutes, and we still need to go to the hotel. "Right, I totally forgot." Mark slaps his forehead.

Mark gets a sheet of paper, and jots down his personal cell phone number and hands it to Bre. "Here darling, here's my contact info. Shoot me a text and we'll be in contact about the tickets. Gotta run." He winks and gives her a warm smile before heading back to his truck with Paul.

Bre watched them get into the truck. Paul got into the driver's side to give Mark a break. Mark looked back at Bre and he gave her a smile and for a moment she could have sworn he licked his lips. Bre blushed and waved goodbye to them. They both waved before pulling off.

Bre was still in shock about everything that happened. She looked down at the piece of paper that Mark handed her that had his cell number. Below his number he wrote

"Looking forward to hearing from you, baby girl." - Mark

Bre blushed bright red. Earlier she couldn't tell if Mark was flirting or just being nice. Him calling her baby girl had her wondering. "As if I have a chance with someone like him." She says to herself.

"He was just trying to lighten the mood." She tells herself, trying to make sense of the situation. Then it hit her. She was really going to be attending a WWE PPV tomorrow!

She started to day dream about attending tomorrow's PPV event, and she was also looking forward to seeing Mark again. He was playful and nice, the total opposite of his Undertaker persona. She also wanted to get to know him more, if he was willing.

Suddenly she was pulled out of her thoughts when her phone rang. She looked down to see her mom was calling.

"Oh shit." She mumbled. How was she going to explain what happened? Her mom was going to be PISSED about the car.