Jessimae's eyes slowly opened when her alarm clock went off and saw that she was still on the floor in yesterday's outfit. She held her sore neck as she sat up. It hurt to swallow and she was scared to look in the mirror because she knew she had a mark there. She pulled out her out fit for school and decided to grab a scarf as well to hide what she knew was on her neck. There was never a day where she wasn't going to school and hiding something.

The hot water streamed down her body as she stood under the shower to wash away last night's misery. When she was done, she wrapped her towel around her and stared long and hard in the mirror as she cupped her face in disgust. Just then, she remembered the amazing kiss that she shared with Roman last night when he made everything so much better. Disregarding what happened with her breakdown in the pouring rain and her father's actions, she was most definitely on cloud 9 with this boy. She got dressed and made her way to the front door before scoping for her father so she wouldn't show up with more battle wounds.

She walked down the street by herself with her head in a mix of emotions. Not knowing how she should make of this day. Should she continue feeling sad and stressed because of what he father did or should she put on a smile for when she sees Roman? She was so confused. "Jessimae Miller! I'm going to fucking kill you!" a voice called out. Jessimae shot around and saw AJ and Brianna coming her way. "What did I do?!" she freaked. AJ cocked her head to the side and sucked her teeth as if saying: 'Really?!' "When were you planning on telling me that you and Roman now had a thing!" AJ chuckled, shoving her friends shoulder playfully. "You were sick yesterday and Brianna was the only one here and I was freaking out so…I really didn't think about. I'm sorry." Jessimae apologized. "It's okay, I know now. But don't let it happen again." AJ smirked, pulling her friend's arm to continue their walk to school. "So?" Brianna giggled, nudging Jessimae's arm. "So?" Jessimae asked back. "Did he kiss you?!" She impatiently asked. Jessimae wasn't sure if she should spill the beans with anyone, but then again, they were her best friends. "Yes, he did." She shyly confessed. "OH EM GEE! Get the fuck out of here! Roman Reigns kissed you?!" AJ shouted. "SHHHH! Be quiet guys! You know I trust you two with everything!" Jessimae said to a screeching AJ and Brianna whose jaw was still on the cement. "You lucky bitch." Brianna finally managed to get out. Jessimae shook her head in amusement and preceded her journey to the hell hole.

"Moxley alert!" AJ shouted, nodding her head in the direction of Jon leaning on his usual light post. They walked over to him beings that they had thirty minutes until they had to be in the building. "Hey stud bucket?" AJ giggled, poking his stomach and making him flinch. "Hey pretty girl, what's going on?" he replied. Brianna walked into the deli when she saw Scotty in there buying cigarettes and couldn't wait to join him. These two were truly starting to grow into something. AJ went in and followed her as did Jessimae until Jon called out her name. "Hey Jessimae…C…Can I talk to you?...Please?" He stuttered. Jessimae shut the deli door and walked back over to Jon, completely uninterested in what he had to say to her. "What do you want?" she asked. "Listen, I know you want to slit my throat right now, but please believe me when I say that I had nothing to do with that pill being what it was. I just…see that you're stressed all the time and I just…I really just wanted to help you, Jessimae. You're right, I should start paying attention and shouldn't have given you that unless I was sure and…I'm sorry." He said softly. Jessimae looked up at him and got lost in his sincere, apologetic blue eyes and never thought she'd be the one to see this side of Jon. Actually, she did even know there was this side to Jon. She lost this battle and cracked a smile to him and pinched his deep dimpled cheek. "Jon you know I can't be mad at you forever." She giggled. He pulled her in for a hug and kissed the top of her head. "Thank you. So does this mean we're still on after school today?" he asked. Jessimae smiled and nodded her head. "Absolutely." She replied. "Alright guys we need to go to school." AJ said, coming out of the store with Brianna and Scotty with five bags in her hands. "Jesus Christ! Did you buy the whole store?" Jessimae shouted. "Well when you've been as sick as I was and couldn't stomach down any fucking food, it catches up to you." AJ joked. "C'mon girls. We're going to be late." Brianna stated, pulling her friends down the street. "Right here, Jessimae!" Jon shouted, reminding her where to meet him after school. "Got it!" she shouted back, giving him thumbs up. "Careful Jessimae!" Brianna moaned. "He's trouble…Trust me, babe." Jessimae looked at her friend and cocked her eyebrow, but then she remembered what Jon asked her that day. *Do you believe everything people tell you?* She just ignored her friends comment and continued walking.

Jessimae looked at the mirror that was in her locker and sighed at the fact that she had to wear this stupid scarf all day. Hell, maybe even tomorrow. When she shut her locker she was in full view of Kristina's locker while she, Maria and Ashley were all crowding it and taking peeks at her. If only she knew what they were saying about her. *Did Roman accidentally slip to someone about my father and they know? Are they talking about how jealous they are of me? What now?!* She thought to herself. "Hey you." A deep voice said behind her. She turned around only to see the most beautiful, happy looking dreamboat of a Samoan standing at her locker with the most amazing smile on his face. She just couldn't be depressed when she turned around and saw that." Hey good looking." She replied, taking in the tight hug that he was giving her. "How was last night…when you uh, got home?" he asked, quietly. Flashbacks started running through her head of what happened when she got home last night. They were so vivid as if she could still feel his hand around her throat. "It was um…fine." She fake smiled. He looked at her scarf and cocked his eyebrow along with a smirk. "What's with the scarf? It's like sixty-eight degrees out." He chuckled as he tugged on it. "No Roman don't!" she shouted as she tried to stop him from revealing her neck, but it was too late. He froze where he stood and couldn't take his eyes off the darkish red hand print on her neck. Suddenly, he snapped back out of it and quickly covered it back up with the scarf as he looked around to make sure nobody saw her. "What the fuck did he do to you, Jessimae? Please don't lie to me." He said sternly. She took a deep breath and was scared to tell him, but at the same time she was relieved that there was finally somebody that she knew she could trust with her deepest darkest secret other than Adeline. "When I walked in…he uh… got ahold of me, but Adeline got him to stop immediately because he didn't know she was home." She halfway lied. "My god, Jessimae. I'm so sorry." He whispered, hugging her again. "It's no big deal, Roman." He shot a surprised look into her eyes. "No big deal?! Jessimae look at your neck! Look at your wrists, and your hand. If this isn't a big deal then I'd hate to see you get out in the real world." He stated. "Well what do you expect me to do, Roman?" she asked, wanting so badly to end this conversation. She glanced over and saw Jon at his locker, of course, putting everything in there and not taking anything to class. He looked over at her and Roman and slowly looked away. She noticed he sort of had a…frown on his face. "You should tell the police and get the hell away from him!" he shouted. "Shhh! You want the whole school to know or the police?!" she snapped. He looked into her eyes and calmed down immediately. "I'm sorry, I'm just…so angry about all this." He whispered. "I know, but I, of all people, learned that all's it takes is patience for this stuff. It'll be okay…I'll be okay." She smiled, cupping his face with both of her hands. Jessimae then realized she was in school and got red in the face and was completely scared of her surroundings. Well, this was Roman Reigns and she is Jessimae Miller. It's not really a Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie thing happening here. "Sorry." She whispered, taking her hands off of him. "What for?" he asked, surprised that she let go. "Because we're in school. And me and you…I don't want to ruin your reputation." She frowned. He looked down at her and almost looked offended by what she said, but understood where she was coming from with that statement. Not that he looked down on her or anything, but he was looking from her perspective. "What do I look like President Obama?" he chuckled, grabbing her face and planting a kiss to her soft lips. Jessimae was pretty sure she heard a few gasps here and there, but she was so lost in this amazing kiss that she really didn't give two shits anymore. Roman pulled away and rubbed her chin with his thumb as he looked into her eyes and smiled. "Feel better now?" he asked. "Maybe one more will do the trick." She chuckled, biting her lip. Roman gave her one more sweet, long kiss before the homeroom bell interrupted them. They both laughed as their lips were still touching and little did they know is they were the center of attention in the hallway. Jessimae didn't care though, and neither did Roman, because for the first time in a long time, they were both genuinely happy now. Well…Sort of. "Saved by the bell." He joked. "C'mon, we're going to be late." She replied, laughing at his pun.

Roman and Jessimae sat desk to desk laughing and enjoying each other's company throughout homeroom. They weren't official…yet, but all the girls knew that Roman was now off limits. "Can I ask you something?" she spoke up. "Anything." He said. "Of all the girls in this school, why did you choose me? I mean, look at me and look at all the other girls here…what's so special about me." Jessimae started feeling pretty emotional, but refused to break down in front of this kid again. Last time that happened, Roman found out about what goes on behind closed doors in her house. "What's special about you is you're not any of them. You don't chase me down and jump all over me when you see me. You don't stare at me nonstop like a creeper when I'm at a football game, and you sure as hell don't dress like all them. I like that you like to be different. I like that you have a mysterious side to you that you won't let just anybody see. I like you." He smiled, pushing her black hair behind her ear so he can see her entire face. "So what are you doing tonight?" he asked, changing the subject when he saw she was getting embarrassed. Roman also took notice that she's not good at taking compliments either, but that didn't bother him. He thought it was cute the way she reacted to his kindness. "I have plans with Jon Moxley." She said, rolling her eyes. Jessimae liked Jon, he was her friend, but she wanted to hang out with Roman way more than she wanted to be with Jon. However, Jessimae was fair and treated people the way she would want to be treated. Unfortunately, the kiss that Jon planted on her was mainly the reason for her feeling the way she did, and was nervous about hanging out with him tonight. "Yeah, about that kid, what's up with you two?" Roman asked, leaning back on his seat as if he was about to start an interrogation. "What do you mean? He's my friend." Jessimae spun herself to the side so she was facing Roman. She was curious as to why he would just ask her a question like that, especially the way he did. "That's not what I heard from him." He sarcastically chuckled. Jessimae furrowed her eyebrows as she stared at Roman in disbelief. "…What the hell did he say did he say to you?!" she shouted, not caring that the announcements were playing and they were supposed to be listening. "A couple of weeks ago, when you ran out of the school upset, he came up behind me and told me that your lips were already on his and that I should back off." He explained. Jessimae couldn't believe what just came out of his mouth. *Jon actually said that to him?! What that his way of saying he likes me…without actually telling me?! What the fuck is wrong with that kid?!* She screamed in her head. She was speechless. "Jessimae, you alright?" he asked, watching her stare at the floor. The bell rang and class began to pour out of homeroom. "Uh…yeah…I'll catch you later Roman." She stuttered, quickly making her way out of the room.

"Moxley! Moxley!" Jessimae shouted, trying to catch up with Jon as he was walking away with Sami and Scotty. "What's up, cutie pie?" He replied, smiling. "I'll catch up with you guys soon." Before Jon could even get a response from his friends he was being pulled down the empty hallway by an angry Jessimae. "What's your fucking problem?!" she shouted. Jon palmed his face in frustration. "I already explained the pills to you, Jessimae! I'm sorry! Believe me, when I got home Scotty got a handful from me about that!" "Jon! That's not what I'm talking about! Why did you tell Roman to back off me?" She snapped. Jon was at a loss for words. He wasn't even sure as to why he said that to Roman. It just came out by accident. He stared at the floor trying to think of a good explanation for this girl, because it was quite obvious that she was steaming. "WELL?!" she spat. "I don't know, Jessimae. I really don't know. I didn't mean to say it, it was an accident." He mumbled. Jon looked at her face and noticed it went from fuming to calm down. Jessimae wasn't an angry person and had a soft spot for apologetic voices. "I'm really sorry. I can see how much Roman means to you now. It was in the moment when I saw him." He whispered. Little did Jessimae know is that Jon didn't mean shit that was coming out of his mouth other than being sorry for making her mad. This is what he wanted. He wanted to drive a wedge between these two, he wanted Jessimae all to himself, but if he started pouring out that he liked her, then his plan would be sabotaged. Jessimae sighed and looked down at her chuck taylors. "It's alright, Jon. No harm was done." She smirked. "If you sort of liked me, why didn't you just tell me?" she asked. Jon shook his head in amusement. "The kiss wasn't enough?" he asked. "I'm not a very soft guy, Jessimae." She wanted to palm her damn forehead for being so stupid about this whole thing. This was Jon Moxley she was talking to. Why was she expecting so much out of this kid? "Damn…I feel stupid. I'm sorry Jon." She shyly smirked. "I'll only forgive you if you still come to my place tonight." He smiled. Jessimae's face turned red and she wasn't able to keep eye contact with this cutie. "Of course I will." She chuckled, as she pinched his dimples. "So we're still friends?" he asked, opening his arms for a hug. "Even though I'm late for first period, yet again because of you…yes, we're still friends." She laughed, and walking into his open arms and wrapped her own around his muscular torso. He buried his face in her hair as he held her tightly. To Jessimae, it was just a hug. A good ole' friendly hug. However to Jon, it was more than that. It was an embrace with a beautiful girl that he wanted to be with. He tried to fight that thought, because he liked the hit it and quit it side to him, but Jessimae was different to him. He really liked this girl, and now Jon had to go completely out of his element and fight for her.

Jessimae was putting her books in her locker at the end of the school day and adjusted her makeup and such to leave with Jon. She didn't want to go home because her father was there, an Adeline was leaving right away to meet with Sami so there was no way she was safe. She watched Jon approach her locker and hurriedly fixed her scarf. "Hey, what time are you meeting me by the deli tonight?" he asked, as he opened up some random persons locker and started looting. "Actually I was thinking." She trailed off as she shut the person's locker that he was going through. "That maybe I can just leave with you today. I don't feel like going home." Jon smirked down at her, but at the same time felt kind of bad because he knew exactly why she didn't want to go home. He could read people like a book, and he came from the same background that she has, so no, he's not stupid when it comes to Jessimae Miller's secrets. "Yeah, definitely." He nodded, while bending down to tie his shoe. "Hey, you going to be okay?" a deep voice quickly approached her. When Jon looked up, he saw Roman standing inches away from Jessimae. He faked tying his shoe until Roman left, because he really didn't want to see these two. "Roman, I'll be fine, really." She smiled. She was so giddy that Roman always took the time to find her and check on her and such. He was such an amazing guy and she felt so lucky. "Okay, call me tonight." He smiled, which absolutely made her freeze in her stance. "I will most definitely do that!" She blushed. Roman looked down and saw Jon fidgeting with his already tied shoelaces and looked back at Jessimae. She just rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. Jon was a kid that no one on earth would ever really understand. "Alright, I'll talk to you tonight." He whispered, and gave her a peck on the lips and went on with his buddies. Jessimae felt like she was on cloud one thousand with this kid. She couldn't even move from the spot she was in as she watched him walk down the hall with his football team. Jon stood back up and gave Roman and his team a dirty look as he put his attention back on a smitten Jessimae. "Hey…HELLO!" he snapped in her face. "Oh! What?! Can't you see I'm busy?!" She laughed, as she still watched Roman from afar. "Busy what?! Mentally masturbating to that idiot?" He shouted. "Let's go, douchebag!" she laughed as Jon put his arm around her shoulder and walked out the building with her.

"So you don't live with your parents?" Jessimae asked, as her and Jon walked down the street. He lit the cigarette she gave him and continued to stare at the ground, debating whether he wanted to answer that question or not. "I can see that's something you'd rather not tell me." She mumbled. "I'll tell you my secrets when you tell me yours." He said sternly as he flicked his ashes. Jessimae felt her body get hot when he said that. She knew that he found out somehow, but…how, exactly? Adeline wouldn't dare tell a soul and neither would Roman. Sometimes this kid just plain freaked her out. "So what are we doing tonight?" she asked. "Just hanging out. You had anything in particular that you wanted to do?" Jessimae shook her head and left the questions to Jon for a while. *Why the fuck was he nice to me earlier, but now he wants to be in a bad mood?!* She questioned to herself. "Well, home sweet home." Jon mumbled as they walked up the gravel driveway. "That was a long ass walk. Do you walk to school every day?" she asked. "Yeah, I like long walks. They feel good." He said as he knocked on the door. "I forgot my key again. These assholes better be home." When Scotty answered the door, it didn't surprise Jessimae one bit that he had a beer in his hand and a joint in his fingers. "JESSIMAE! What's going on sexy ass!?" Scotty asked, very excitedly as he hugged her. "Nothing much, just thought I'd come hang with Jon today." She smiled. "And you brought no Brianna with you?! That's fucked up!" he laughed, shutting the front door. "Sorry, she actually does her homework." She teased. "Dude, are you trying to burn this place to the fucking ground?!" Jon shouted as he grabbed the lit cigarette off the couch cushion. "That was Sami, dude." Scotty yelled from the kitchen, getting Jessimae a beer. "There was an ashtray a foot away is it that hard?" Jessimae could tell that Jon was the neat freak of the three that lived there. He loved to party as much as the next kid, but it was obvious that he was the one always cleaning up. "Speaking of Sami, where is he?" she asked, taking the beer from her friend. "He's in the bathroom." Scotty answered, flopping on the couch. Jessimae watched Jon opened up his beer and sit on the recliner while he ran his fingers through his blonde hair. She thought there was something very attractive about this kid, other than his hunger for constant sex and such, but he was quite the looker. She could really get lost in his dimples, those blue eyes, and best of all; this kid had one hell of a body. It was quite obvious that the gym was one of Jon's hobbies.

Jon looked over at her and smirked when he caught her staring at him. He motioned for her to come over to him in which she gladly did. When she reached him, he grabbed her hand and pulled her down to his lap. She put her legs over the arm of the chair and layed her head in the nook of Jon's neck. Jon inhaled as much of her sent as he possibly could and still couldn't get enough of it. There was just something about this girl that he felt he had to have, which is extremely out of the ordinary for him. "Hey Jessimae." Sami shouted, as he came out of the bathroom, still zipping his pants. "Hi Sami." She whispered. "I thought you had something going with that Roman douchebag?" Sami questioned when he saw Jessimae on Jon's lap. "Hey Sami! Shut the fuck up!" Jon shouted. Roman was the last thing that he wanted Jessimae to think about right now, and of course, Jon's plan gets ruined again. Jessimae suddenly felt bad and tried to get off Jon's lap after she thought about Roman. She knew that Roman really liked her, and she really liked him, when she was either with Jon or him…she just couldn't shake either of them boys off her mind. Sitting on Jon's lap just made her feel guilty. *What the hell did I get myself into?* she thought to herself. "No, Jessimae! Please don't move." Jon pleaded, pulling her back to his lap. She sighed loudly and looked over at Jon's face and saw pure worry washed over him. "I don't want you to leave." He whispered. "I think I'm going to be sick." Scotty moaned, as he walked back to his bedroom. Sami was long gone by now, on his way to meet Adeline. After a long stare and thought, she decided to give in, again. I mean, how couldn't you with this kid? "Okay." She whispered. She felt his hand clench her waist a little tighter as buried her face in his neck. They were silent. Completely silent with nothing to talk about. Jon just wanted to cherish this moment, because he knew with Roman in the way, there most likely wasn't going to be another one of these. She liked this too. He smelled so good to her, and his body was so comfortable to lay on. As much as she wanted to deny it, something about Jon just has her liking the hell out of him.

"Can I ask you something Jessimae?" he finally broke the silence. She really wanted to say no, because something in her gut knew what he was going to bring up, but she sort of wanted to hear what he wanted to know at the same time. "Sure." Jon hesitated for a minute. He was scared to ask her, because he knew the risk he was taking with this short fuse that she has. "You're not safe at home, are you?" he hesitantly asked. Jessimae shot her head up in fear and could do nothing but stare at him. Her breathing became heavy and her hands began to shake. Jon knew. He knew what was going on in her house, but didn't want to say anything until she was comfortable telling him. All the signs that she was giving him, were the signs he used to give his friends before his dad went to jail. "W…Why would you ask me that?" she stuttered. "I'm not stupid Jessimae." He whispered. She looked down at Jon's hand on the arm of the couch and started running her fingers over his knuckles. *Well I think it's quite obvious that he knows everything. Should I tell him?! UGH! If I do, can I trust him not to say anything?!* She ranted in her head. This was becoming so stressful that she started sweating a little. After a few deep breaths, she realized maybe it was time. *Well, I'm not getting any younger. You never know things until you try them.* She continued to think to herself. "Okay…Okay. The truth is…"

"JON!" A loud, obnoxious voice screamed when the door came barreling down. They both shot their heads up in surprise and Jessimae was most terrified by who just walked in. Kristina, Ashley, Maria, and Saraya all ran through the doorway, but stopped dead in their tracks when they saw what was in front of them. "Jon? What the hell is this?" Saraya shot. Jessimae was humiliated and felt as if she was caught red handed doing the worst thing a teenager could do. She didn't get out much, so of course this felt terrifying to her. "Saraya, she's just a friend. Sitting on someone's lap isn't a big deal." He shouted. "Isn't a big deal?! So when we first met and you pulled me on your lap it wasn't a big deal? What we have since that day isn't a big deal?!" She yelled, stomping into his bedroom and slamming the door. Jessimae was already off Jon's lap as soon as Saraya started her shouting match. He leaped off the chair and followed her to his room. Jessimae was stunned. She was frozen where she stood and was completely at a loss for words at what she just witnessed. He went after her. After they just started to have a great moment together and possibly get some questions answered, he showed her that it was obvious that he cared about another girl a tad bit more. "Well, well, well. Looks like somebodies been hiding a double life as a fucking whore hasn't she?" Ashley blurted to Jessimae. "I'm sure Roman would love to hear about this." Kristina chimed in. "It's none of your business." Jessimae shot, staring at the floor. "Oh but it is! Some of us actually care about the kid. Unlike what you just showed us." Maria said. "I think it's time you get out, bitch." Ashley scoffed, pointing at the door. "Yeah, now that you just ruined another relationship." One of the girls continued. Jessimae blew past the girls as they proceeded to laugh at her and ran out of the house and speed walked down the street. She was humiliated, guilty and tired of these girls shit.

"Saraya! Hurry up with him! The mall's waiting for us and we don't want to spend another second in this shithole!" Kristina shouted to their friend. "Cunts." Scotty muttered, as he walked down the hallway past the girls, earning an eye roll from them.

Jessimae pulled her phone out and dialed Roman's number, but hung up as soon as she heard the first ring. She leaned against the light post outside her favorite candle shop with tears welling up in her eyes. There was no hope for her. At least that's what she felt like.

As she was walking around town, thinking of what to do with herself, she found herself out front of the Murder House again. Something about this house just kept bringing her back to it. Oddly, the gate was unlocked this time, and after a few minutes of thought, she decided to go on in. After she thought about what happened the last time she was in this place, she was kind of scared. However, she felt like she belonged here and she couldn't explain why. The door made a loud creek noise as she slowly walked in. It was a creepy house, and it was beyond enormous. She still can't believe she and Roman even found their way through this place in the dark. Other than the dust and cobwebs and stuff everywhere, it was a really nice place. Jessimae actually wouldn't mind moving in if she could. Every step she took sounded like the floor was going to break through. "Tiffany painted walls. These people were definitely made of money." She chuckled to herself as she felt around the beautifully decorated walls. "I wouldn't say that I'm really made of money." A voice behind her spoke up. Jessimae nearly jumped out of her skin as she screamed and spun around to see a boy standing behind her. He was about five foot eight, honey blonde hair, and dressed as if he still lived in the 90's. "W…Who are you!?" she panicked. "I should be asking you that, sweetheart." He chuckled. "D…Do you live here?" she asked. He nodded, but wasn't angry with her at all. This boy looked almost…happy to see her here. "Oh my God, I am so sorry! I was so convinced that this place was abandoned for years. I didn't mean to intrude! I…" she tried to apologize but the nice boy cut her off. "Hey, it's okay. No harm done. You were just looking around. You weren't vandalizing or stealing anything so…you're fine." He smiled. Jessimae was still scared to death, and kind of embarrassed about being in this boy's house, but felt a little relieved that he was so nice and calm about it. "My name is Tate…Tate Langdon." He said, extending his hand to hers. "I'm uh…Jessimae Miller." She shyly smiled, shaking his hand. "Well, uh Jessimae Miller." He laughed, causing her to chuckle. "What are you doing here, cutie?" Jessimae blushed and started to walk with him to the kitchen. "Like I said, I thought this place was abandoned and I came to check it out. This place is beautiful. Do you…Do you live her by yourself?" she asked; now realizing that there was no one else there besides she and him. "Yup. All by myself. The mortgage is paid off and it's all mine." He bragged. "So where are your parents? You seem young." She asked. "I'm seventeen, and I'd rather not talk about that." He pouted to the floor. "Oh…I'm sorry." *What the hell is it with every person I meet that doesn't want to talk about their parents?* she thought to herself. "I think I should um…leave now. Again, I'm really sorry." "WAIT! You can stay if you want." She slowly turned around and was shocked. "R…Really?" she asked. "I mean…I don't want to sound creepy or anything, but hey, we're the same age, I never get any company…you're obviously bored. Why not?" he laughed. Jessimae cracked a smiled and nodded in agreement. She had never met a nicer human being in her life.

Hours have gone by of Jessimae and Tate sitting in his room discussing just about everything that two teenagers can talk about. Instantly, a great friendship was developing between these two and they were happy. Jessimae didn't feel the least bit scared anymore, and Tate…well…he's Tate. "You go to Red Land High School?" he asked. "Yeah, I fucking hate it. Nobody likes me, and I don't like any of them." She groaned. "So fucking kill them!" he shouted. Jessimae looked at him wide eyed. "I'm kidding Jessimae." "I don't remember seeing you there." She changed the subject. "Yeah, I got kicked out two years ago. I was tired of getting beat up so I…" he stopped talking. "You what?" she cocked her eyebrow. Tate looked around his room and played with his shoelaces as they both sat on the floor. "Nevermind." He whispered. "Anyway, the cuts on this arm are from when my dad left. I don't know why I did it…All he did was beat me growing up so…" Tate trailed off, pulling up his sleeve and showing her his scars. Jessimae was astounded by what Tate just told her. His father did to him what her father does to her now. She stood up and paced around his room thinking whether or not she should confess. *He told me his secrets…should I go for it?* She questioned herself. Slowly she made her way back to her seat and stared blankly at Tate's face. She pulled up her sleeve and revealed her freshly made cuts and her marks from her father to her new friend. Tate's eyes looked back and forth from her arm to her saddened face about ten times. "My…My dad beats me too." She whispered, on the edge of tears. Tate felt so sorry for this girl, because he knew exactly how she felt what else there was to come as long as she lived under the same roof as him. He leaned forward and pulled her into a tight hug. "It'll be okay. I'm here for you Jessimae." He whispered into her neck. "It seems like everyone is finding out." She said, referring to Jon and Roman. "Do you trust these people and only these people?" he asked. She looked at him and thought about it. 'Well…yeah, I do." She replied. Tate smirked at her and wiped a tear from her cheek. "Then that's the people who should know. You trust them for a reason right? You're fine, Jessimae." He reassured her. Tate was right, and him telling her that just lifted the biggest weight off her shoulders. She felt a lot better about the people who do know about her secret, and now she realizes that she truly doesn't have anything to worry about. "Thanks Tate. I feel a lot better now." She smiled, brightly. Jessimae felt her phone buzz in her pocket and pulled it out. It was a text from Roman.

*It's late, are you still with Jon? –Roman*

She didn't even realize it was going on eight o'clock until she read the text message. "Oh shit! Tate, I'm so sorry, but I have to go, it's late." She said as she put her shoes back on and rushed her way downstairs. "Will you be back tomorrow?!" he asked, chasing her down the steps. "Um…yeah, of course I will." She smiled, giving her new friend one last hug before running out of the house.

*No, I'm on my way home now. –Jessimae*

*Good, because we need to talk! –Roman*

Jessimae panicked when she read Roman's last message. "Shit! Kristina and the others told him! Those bitches didn't waste any time!" She whispered to herself.

*About what?! –Jessimae*

*You know exactly what! –Roman*

She noticed her phone started shaking, and then she fully realized it was actually her hand. Jessimae was scared. Scared to go home, scared to face Roman. If it wasn't one thing, it was another with this girl.

After a while of walking, Jessimae made it to her development and lo and behold there's Roman in his car parked outside the gate. She took a deep, deep breath and slowly made her way to his car. Roman looked over and saw her approaching and rolled down his window. He looked pretty pissed. "Get in." he said sternly, and rolled up his window before she could even say anything. Jessimae walked to the other side of the car and hesitated before she opened the door. "Get ready to get dumped! I knew this was too good to be true!" she mumbled to herself. Roman watched her sit down and shut the car door and stare at her fingers for about five minutes before he was able to find his words. "Why did you lie to me about Jon?" he asked. "I didn't, Roman." He looked over and gave her a smug look. "I'm not playing games Jessimae. I really want to believe that you're different. Please don't lie to me." He pretty much demanded. "I'm guessing Kristina didn't waste any time." She scoffed. "How about you explain yourself to me first." Jessimae took a deep breath and began to explain herself. "Jon likes me. He wanted me to hang out with him, but to me, it was only a friendship thing…to him? He wants to be with me. Well, at least that's what I thought until Saraya Callihan walked in. If it helps…I was about to leave anyway. I didn't feel comfortable because I kept thinking of you." She whispered, and somewhat lied. Roman layed his head on his window and thought about all this for a few minutes. "Do you like him too?" he finally asked. That was something that she had to continue to argue with herself about. She did like Jon, but why? This was all fog in her head. However, she was more scared of losing Roman than anything. "As a friend…that's all I'm going to give him. I only did that earlier because I felt bad. I'm not used to being liked…even as a friend." She whispered, picking at the ends of her new blue tipped hair. Roman got it now. He understood why she did what she did and what was going through her head. Besides, he really liked her and couldn't stay mad at her forever. Roman laced his fingers in hers and brought her hand to his lips, kissing it softly. "I'm sorry, Roman." She whispered, tightening her grip. "It's all good, beautiful." He smirked, making her blush. "Hey, let's go somewhere." He suggested. She cracked a smile. Not only was she going to hang out with him, but it was obvious that he fully forgave her for what happened. "Like where?" Roman started the car and backed out of the development entrance. "We're going to the park." He chuckled. "The park? It's pitch dark out and there's nobody there." She giggled. "Exactly." He winked, and then licked his lips. Jessimae felt herself melt in her seat when she watched him lick his lips. Man did she feel like the luckiest girl ever. Her breathing became heavy and the closer they got to the park, the more nerve-racking it got. Jessimae wasn't big on relationships, and she never really had an intimate moment with a boy. Jessimae was a comic book and video game girl, not a kisser. When Roman kissed her the night of their date was actually the first time she'd kissed a guy like that.

Roman parked the car and got out while Jessimae followed. They met at the front of the car and grabbed each other's hands. Roman led her to the twelve foot high jungle gym and started climbing up. They were both at the top and started looking up at the sky. "Oh look! You can see the stars tonight!" she cheered, leaning on the jungle gym wall. "You like space?" he asked, pushing his long black hair back with his fingers. "You're talking to a girl who's had straight A's in astronomy for three years straight." She boasted. "Mmm I like a girl with brains." He growled in her ear as he put his arms around her waist. She leaned back into his body and continued to look up at the sky as they both enjoyed this night. "Thank you, Roman." She whimpered, as he planted little kisses on her shoulders, getting closer to her neck. "For what?" he asked, moving her long hair to the other side. "Accepting me, and not treating me like everyone else does." Roman turned her around and layed his forehead against hers and gave her that deadly smirk. "Don't thank me, baby." He whispered, planting a kiss to her plump lips. Jessimae pulled away and giggled at his cuteness. "I swear you're going to be the death of my ovaries." She laughed. "That's not all I'm capable of." He seductively whispered. Jessimae was starting to feel it. Something she had never felt before. Sexual tension. That feeling in her stomach of wanting someone, to taste someone, and to feel someone. And that someone was Roman Reigns. Roman pulled her into him and pressed his big lips to hers. Nothing felt more right in Jessimae's life than this. He licked and nibbled her bottom lip, asking for entrance which she instantly gave him. Feeling his velvety tongue gliding around hers made her feel like she was levitating. Roman broke the kiss and sat down so they weren't being seen. He leaned against the wall of the jungle gym and pulled Jessimae onto his lap so that she was straddling him. He rubbed her thighs that were covered with her trademarked black and purple striped leggings under her short black skirt and smirked. "Sorry I don't have bare legs for you to touch." She giggled, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Hey I'm not complaining. I like your style anyway. You look bad ass." He smiled. Jessimae cupped his face and crushed her lips against his, immediately entering her tongue into his mouth. He held onto her hips as she ran her fingers through his gorgeous long hair with their mouth passionately working together. He trailed from her lips to her neck and kissed her soft spots that made her weak. The reactions she was giving him couldn't take the smirk of his face. When she felt his hands going under her shirt a tad bit, that was when all this hit her. She pulled away from his kiss and took his hands into hers. "Please, I want to take this slow. If…If that's okay with you." She whispered. Jessimae felt stupid. She felt like she ruined this whole thing for them. "Of course it's okay. Believe me, I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything you don't want to just to please me, baby." He whispered, putting strands of hair behind her ear. "Thank you. I uh…I thought I ruined everything between us for a second." She chuckled, feeling her cheeks getting red. "No, not at all. A little bit of hope, perhaps. But no expectations." He laughed. She climbed off his lap and they made their way off the jungle gym and walked around the park for a while longer. Neither of them ready to go home.

"Can I ask you something?" Roman blurted out while picking a flower out of the park garden and putting it in her hair. "Of course you can." She smiled. "Well, I hope this isn't going too fast. But…Is it um…too much to ask you to officially be my girlfriend?" he barely got out. It took him almost the entire night to get up the courage to ask her this question, and after she said she wanted to go slow with this, he almost didn't. However, watching her all night and holding her hand and kissing her, there was no way he couldn't. She stopped walking and looked up at him surprised as all hell. Completely bug eyed, she was practically staring a hole through him. "M…Me?" she pointed to herself. Roman laughed in amusement and nodded. He thought she was just the cutest damn thing he'd ever laid his eyes on. "Oh wow…um…y…yeah of course. I would love to be your girlfriend, Roman." Jessimae can't remember the last time she smiled so hard in her life. It was so unlikely to her that she hurt her cheeks doing so. Roman picked her up and spun his new girlfriend around, completely grateful that she made his wish come true! He looked down at her and pressed his lips to hers and cupped her face. "You're my girlfriend." He whispered. "Yeah it's unfortunate isn't it?" she joked, as Roman pinched her cheek roughly. "Oh shut up, Negative Nancy!" he laughed as they walked back to the car wrapped in each other's arms.