A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, everyone! My muse for this story bitch-slapped me in the face this morning and forced me to write another chapter, so here it is!

Chapter 4: The Date

"So..." Stephanie looked at Shawn. It was quite a while later. Dinner was basically over, and only their drinks and their dessert sat before them on the table.

"So...what?" Shawn asked, eating a small bite of his cheesecake.

"Why did you do this?" she asked, gesturing at the table. She wanted to know why he had gone through all this trouble to set up this date with her. Why had he written the note in the card? Why had he gotten her roses? Why had he drawn the picture of her? And why had he impersonated Chris the whole time? All these questions were on her mind, but she wanted to give him a chance to explain. To come clean. He had to have a reason to do this. And so she waited for his explanation.

He looked across the table and into her inquiring eyes. "I heard about what happened with you and Chris, and I wanted to comfort you," he told her.

"By taking me on a pity date? By pretending to be Chris just to get me here?" she asked. That was the part that upset her the most. In the beginning when he had first arrived, she had been nothing short of shocked. The guy she'd had her first real crush on fourteen long years ago was there on a date with her. But the key element was the fact that she had liked him fourteen years ago. He had broken her heart and turned her away... She had been expecting Chris to show up at the restaurant, not Shawn. Chris was the man she loved, not Shawn. To say she had become horribly disappointed during the beginning of dinner wouldn't be a sufficient adjective to describe her emotions. And now, by the end, she was getting mad. Mad that she had been actually tricked into this dinner by Shawn...

"First off, you know as well as I do that you wouldn't have shown up unless you thought Chris was meeting you," he said. "Am I right, or am I right?"

"Well, yeah, but why a pity date?" she asked. "That's like saying I'm never going to have another date with another man... I mean, I probably wouldn't, because I only want Chris. He's my everything, he's..."

"Let me interrupt your 'I Love Chris' speech for a minute there, Princess," he said, holding his hand up to silence her. She closed her mouth abruptly and he started talking again. "This definitely isn't a pity date, unless it's you having pity on me."

"What are you talking about, Shawn?" she asked, raising her eyebrow. Something weird was going on there, and she was feeling particularly suspicious of Shawn all of a sudden...

"Princess," he began, taking her hands in his from across the small table. "Do you remember all those years ago when you...approached me?"

"Approached you?" she asked, smiling nervously. "Conservative word choice there."

"I was putting it lightly, but I'll change it," he said. "Remember all those years ago when you...came on to me?"

She blushed furiously as she remembered how she had tried to actually seduce him when she was fifteen. She'd thought it was working for a while there, but obviously it had failed...

Flashback: Fourteen Years Ago

"Hi, Shawn. Are you busy right now?" Stephanie asked, poking her head into the men's locker room and looking cautiously around.

"No, I always have time for you, Steph," Shawn said. "Come on in, doll."

"Doll?" She smiled and entered the empty locker room. She closed and locked the door behind herself. She didn't need or want any interruptions.

Shawn looked over at her and grinned. "What, are you being The Undertaker for a day?"

She looked down at the trench coat she was wearing and smiled up at him. "Actually, Shawn, it's what I'm wearing underneath, or lack thereof, that you should be interested in."

He raised an eyebrow and leaned against the wall. "Ok, Steph, what's going on?" he asked.

"It's like this. I think you're the hottest guy I've ever met," she said, walking over to stand in front of him. "And I like you." There, she'd said it.

"Really? Um...that's flattering," he said, folding his arms across his chest. He had a bad feeling about this, a very bad feeling.

"Aren't you just a little bit curious to know what I'm wearing underneath this trench coat?" she asked.

"Just a little," he admitted. "But I don't think you should-"

"Let me show you," she said, and before he could protest, she took the trench coat off and let it fall to her feet. His jaw went slack as his eyes roamed over her scantily-clad fifteen year old body, and she smiled. "Like what you see?"

"What... You..." He couldn't form a sentence that actually made sense no matter how hard he tried. He was Shawn Michaels, a hot, young stud, so he was used to women of all ages throwing themselves at him. But this was different. This was Vince McMahon's daughter...

She smiled at him, her confidence radiating off her in waves. She had him speechless. Someone in school had told her that if she could successfully render a man speechless then he was practically hers. She stepped up closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, then stared into his eyes.

"What are you doing?" he asked, shocked at her actions. "You must be out of your mind."

"I'm not out of my mind. I just really, really like you," she told him. She started playing with his hair, running her fingers through it. His hair was so soft and silky, just like she had imagined. "Kiss me, Shawn."

"Kiss you? I can't do that," he said, unable to believe what she had just told him to do.

"Do you want to?" she asked.

He looked at her, thought about how innocent she seemed. She seemed so pure, but the skimpy clothes she was wearing... "No," he said, finally answering her question. He didn't sound very convincing to himself.

Apparently, he didn't sound very convincing to her, either. "Please, Shawn," she pleaded softly. "I never kissed a guy before."

Knowing that he was going to regret it later but unable to resist her pleading voice, he leaned down and kissed her softly. She didn't exactly know how to respond at first, but soon she just did what felt natural and kissed him back. She tasted sweet to him, sweet and heavenly. He wrapped his arms around her and kept kissing her.

She broke the kiss and looked up into his eyes, which seemed so dark all of a sudden. "Shawn, I want you to..." She couldn't make herself say the words. It seemed like none of her classmates were virgins. Just her. And maybe, if her and Shawn... If they did it, then maybe he would like her as much as she liked him.

He knew what she wanted to ask him. He led her over to the couch, and in an instant she was on her back with him hovering over her, looking down into her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her again, teasing her with his tongue. His still fully-clothed body moved slowly and suggestively against hers as they kissed, and she moaned into his mouth. She never knew it would feel so good to kiss him, to touch him, to feel him touch her.

"Shawn," she moaned, panting a little as he placed hot kisses on her neck.

"What?" he asked, sucking lightly on her neck. He wanted to make his mark on her, and it pleased him to know that he would probably be the first to do so.

"I'm a virgin," she whispered, sounding slightly ashamed.

He was on his feet in seconds, raking his fingers nervously through his hair. He looked down at her lying there on the couch, panting lightly, wanting him. Her hair was tousled, and her lips were a little swollen from kissing him. She looked so young and innocent... He felt disgusted with himself, and he looked away.

"What's wrong?" she asked. She got up and put her arms around him again. "Did you stop because I'm a virgin?"

"You being a virgin isn't a problem. It just reminded me of this age difference," he said. "You're fifteen and I'm twenty six."

"Age is just a number," she said. "Haven't you ever heard that saying?"

"Yeah, but God, Steph, you're a kid," he said, looking down at her. "A very pretty kid, but a kid nonetheless."

"That's what you think? That I'm a kid?" she asked in a low voice.

"It's what I know," he said matter-of-factly. He bit his lip. "You'll always be a kid to me, Steph. I'm eleven years older than you."

"But you were just kissing me and..." She was so confused. She couldn't understand what was going on.

"Look, never mention those kisses anymore. As a matter of fact, they never happened, ok?" He pulled away from her. She stood there looking like she was going to cry, and he felt bad because it would be all his fault if she did.

Suddenly, the doorknob to the locker room started jiggling. Since it was locked, the person trying to open the door started knocking.

"Don't make a sound," he told Stephanie. She nodded and he walked over to the door. "Who's there?"

"Oh, Shawn, it's Kimmie," a perky female voice answered.

Kimmie... Kimmie... Who was... Oh yeah, the blonde girl from last night. "I'll be out in a sec. I'm just getting dressed," Shawn said, looking over at Stephanie.

"I've seen you naked before," Kimmie said suggestively. "It's nothing new."

"Gimme a sec," he told her. He grabbed his duffle bag and put it on his shoulder. He walked over and picked up the trench coat Stephanie had discarded. He tossed it to her and she caught it. "Cover yourself up, and as soon as I leave, get out of here," he instructed her.

He didn't stick around for her reply. He didn't even look at her again. He just slipped quietly out of the locker room and forced himself to smile at the blonde woman before him.

"Hey, Shawn, I've mis-" Kimmie began, but she was interrupted when he kissed her hard, He didn't want to hear her talk. Whether Stephanie knew it or not, she had turned him on immensely, so now he had to go take care of that with someone who was legal... He grabbed Kimmie's hand and hurriedly led her out of the arena, intent on getting to the nearest hotel.

Stephanie made her way out of the men's locker room, wiping her tears away. She caught a glimpse of Shawn and a blonde woman, presumably the one named Kimmie, rounding a corner. He had his arm around her waist. Stephanie bit her lip and another tear rolled down her face. Everything was ruined. He didn't want her at all.

She was just...a kid.

End Flashback

"Steph, you still here with me?" Shawn asked, squeezing her hands.

"Yeah, I'm here," Stephanie replied, shaking her head as if that would help her forget the horrid memories of her bungled seduction.

"So do you remember when that happened?" he persisted.

"I wish I could forget," she said, embarrassed. "And I wish you would, too."

"I don't," he said. "Because since that day when we kissed... I've always wanted to do it again."

"So you waited until now to tell me this? Fourteen years after the fact?" she asked incredulously.

"There was never a good time for me to approach you," he said. "That is, until now."

"What makes now such a good time to approach me?" she demanded.

"You're single now, you know?" he answered. "And Chris is obviously done with you. So now I have a fair chance."

Her mouth dropped open. How dare he suggest that Chris was done with her? She and Chris were far from over! "You know what, Shawn?" she asked, removing her hands from his.

"What?" he asked, looking at her.

She grabbed her drink and stood up. "This date..." She paused, making sure that she had her purse, then continued talking. "Is OVER." And then she threw her drink in his face, sat the glass down on the table, and walked away.

He blinked his eyes repeatedly as she walked away. "Damn it," he muttered, dabbing at his face and his burning eyes with a napkin. He pushed his chair back and stood up. Pulling out his wallet, he pulled out a crisp hundred dollar bill and threw it on the table. He didn't have time to wait for the check, and he knew that would be more than enough to cover for their dinner.

He looked ahead and saw Stephanie leaving the restaurant. Quickly, he took off behind her, following her without her knowledge...

A/N: Oh come on, guys. Do you really think Stephanie's going to get over Chris that fast? Or wait... Will she? We'll find out soon...