For Aubrey Nichols, college education was number one in her life. Nothing, absolutely nothing could ever change that. She was not a nerd, nor did she call herself a geek, but she wasn't dumb. Physical therapy had drawn her in and its grip clung tightly into her imaginary being.

Although the words hot or sexy might not describe her, she was beautiful and very charming. Knoxville, Tennessee, was her hometown. But as she grew older, the small city could no longer fulfill the dreams she had in mind. That led her to the place she was today. Boston. Though Aubrey was not fond of larger cities, Boston gave off the same vibe as her former home, and made it that much more comforting.

At twenty-one years of age, she was still a single woman. Men had never taken her seriously. She did not accept failure, and because of that, they thought she was insane. So they left. That didn't decrease her passion and she still kept her head high. That being said, she did think about settling down and having a family of her own some day, but when everyone walked out of her life, was there anyone out there who was meant to be with her? It sure didn't seem like it.

Aubrey POV

What am I doing here? I'm a physical therapist, not a wrestling fan! The cold, grey hallways were filled with production crew and staff, working to get everything set for the show. "Okay, look for a door that says ''Vince McMahon'," I thought. A short smile was plastered on my face; at least it looked like I knew what I was doing...I hope.

Finally, I found the door, now breathing became my main concern. My fist rose and gently tapped on the wooden door in front of me. A gruff voice mumbled a "Come in." through the door. Slowly, I twisted the knob and opened the door revealing an older looking man sitting at his desk. He looked up from his paperwork at me.

"Ahh, yes. Miss Smyth, I've been expecting you." I smiled and nodded my head, afraid to speak in a ragged, short voice. "You will be working with a few of our superstars tonight. If you have any problems, come and see me. Mr. Cena should be here shortly to escort you to the room where you will be providing your services."

"Thank you Mr. McMahon. It's an honor." He gave me a look of pure confusion as he cleared the air. " No dear, it's my honor to have such a successful young lady here with us tonight. Who knows, we might be able to land you a job." Suddenly, the door jolted open and who I guessed to be "Mr. Cena" waltzed in. Well hello gorgeous! About that job, I would be more than happy to get to see this man every day. "Aubrey, control yourself," I scolded.

His dimples were evident on his perfectly shaped face, and those ocean blue eyes were too easy to get lost in. Oops, I think he caught me staring. "John, will you take Miss Smyth to her locker room, please?" John had his eyes glued to me, I could feel it, there was no need to look. "Sure can do, boss man." Then I turned to face him. My head was still lowered, as I was recovering from the staring incident only moments ago.

"Let's go," he smiled my way. My feet carried me over to the spot where he was standing, almost as if I had no control over my actions. Praying that I didn't have to say too much to him, I accepted the arm he offered, lacing my slender arm with his muscular one. To my surprise talking to him seemed fairly easy, as if this was the kind of person who you could befriend in a short amount of time.

"I'm John. But I'm guessing you knew that already." I wish I had already known that. "No, actually I didn't. I'm Aubrey." His eyes lit up and an unrecognizable look crossed his face. Did I say something wrong? I swallowed hard. "Hmmm...I like that name. Aubrey." He said it nice and slow like some kind of addictive poison, pulsing through your blood. I shuddered at the thought of my name leaving his lips in a soft whisper, as I woke up beside him each morning.

We slowed to a stop and so did my time left with John. "Well, it looks like this is your stop. Just be careful around here please, some of the guys don't know how to control their feelings when it comes to a beautiful woman like yourself." Did I hear him correct? John Cena had just said that I was a "beautiful woman". Blush rose to my cheeks, though I desperately tried to hide it. "Thank you. And I will be John. Umm...will I...are you...can you come by here later tonight? You know just to check up on me and stuff?" As soon as the words left my lips, I instantly regretted them.

"Of course I will. Who else would get the knots outta my back?" He winked at me. "Later John," I whispered, not willing to let him walk away just yet. "See ya, Bree." I waited to watch him walk down the corridor, before I entered the room. This was not going to be an easy job if this kept up. One certain "Champ" was going to steal my heart, I just knew it. Fearing love was something that would usually stand in my way, now though; it was only a reason to keep people out. John was one person who I would not care to let in. I'm just not sure that it will be as easy as it sounds.

John POV

For some odd reason tonight, my head just wasn't into it. Maybe it was the awful headache I was starting to get, the fact that my relationship was about to go down the drain, or maybe it was that new girl, Aubrey. Whatever it was, though, was going to have to be let go. I have to go out there and give the audience my all, not just the leftovers.

After getting dressed, I decided that maybe I should go check in on Aubrey. Hopefully if she is what is causing my head to whirl, I might be able to focus. I grabbed my phone and headed down the halls to where she would be working.

I tapped gently on the door, anxiously waiting for her to either A.) open the door or B.) tell me to come in. I heard footsteps walking towards the door and sure enough the door opened to reveal her smiling face. "Hey John," she said. My chest felt like it was getting ready to explode from the giant butterflies filling my stomach.

"Bree. How's your night been so far?" She took my hand and led me into the room, over to the metal table where I sat. "Truthfully, it has been long and boring. Don't you have a match thing to be getting ready for?" She knew it all too well. "Yeah I do, I just wanted to come check up on you, ya know." A peculiar look crossed her face, but the smile remained. "I appreciate that. Who are you facing tonight?" I could tell that she didn't understand my job, nor did she want to admit it.

"Randy. Which shouldn't be too hard, he can be a pansy." She laughed, and it wasn't an over-the-top kind of thing, it was rather cute. "Hmm...Well in that case, I guess you won't need my services tonight?" I thought about it for a minute. "Now who said that because I don't think I did?" I smiled. I could tell I was getting to her, because she had those big blue eyes looking me down. "Oh so you're just using excuses to get to come and see me?" She got me on that one. "Maybe...," I took her hands in mine, "Is it working?" A look of deep thought crossed her face as she looked to the ground.

"Maybe." That was it, all I had wanted to hear her say since I had walked through these doors. A cocky smirk made its way to my lips. "Well then quit complaining." This girl can absolutely blow my mind. Everything I had ever wanted in a woman, she had. Maybe even more. I didn't know if it was meant to be, at that moment I didn't even care. I just knew that this girl, Bree, was something more different than I had ever had and I was going to do my best to make her mine, one way or the other.