"Mr. Ambrose I have been informed that you were caught sneaking back onto campus."

Who did he think he was? Mr. Ambrose please. We both know that ain't what happened to sneak back onto campus you first must leave campus. Total utter bullshit. He wants me gone and I want to go. Dean thought as he grabbed out a chair pulling it far out and sitting in it bringing his feet up to rest on Hemsely's desk.

"Listen H I know ya like to try and big man on campus but lets get down to real business. You don't like me and I don't like you. Let's get down to business. We both know that you are going to give me some kind of detention. I won't go and then I'll see some poor sucker in saturday school. So whats the crime that I'm doing the time for?"

H calmly folded his hand knocking Dean's feet off his desk with a thump. Sneering his ugly mug at the oh so smiling Dean Ambrose. "You will go to detention for a whole week. Early morning detention. With Mr. Thomas, supervising you. If you decide not to show up I will have no other choice but to give you in school suspension for two whole weeks. Where you will stare either at your work or at the wall with Mr. Heyman supervising you."

Dean smiled slowly getting up and quickly flips off H. "Fuck you, you pompous pig."

Hemsley gently leans back in his chair. "You just earned yourself another week of early morning detentions . I expect you to be in your classes the rest of the day."

Dean walked out of his office giving H the bird high in the sky as he exited. As Hemsely yelled from his office "YOU JUST GOT YOURSELF FIVE SATURDAYS IN A ROW AMBROSE!"

Dean stuffed his hands inside his pockets leaving the office in a haste. He rushed back to his car grabbing his leftover pack of smokes and a lighter. Going back onto campus straight to the football fields to sit on the bleachers away from the school away from all the people. Just calming deep breaths of cancer sticks. He quickly sat down and lighted one. Taking deep breaths he closed his eyes enjoying the fast moving cars from the street the smell of the grass on the field. One thing he didn't enjoy was hearing the bleachers squeak under the weight of a new body.

"Fuck off who ever you are. If you haven't noticed I'm enjoying my smoke. I don't need any fucking company." He heard a low chuckle and a sweet creepy mysterious voice radiating next to him.

"Is that such a nice way to speak to me my young little one. You're all out here alone all with your own devils on your shoulder. Smoking the embodiment of death and destruction. You are a much pretty boy than that Deano."

Dean let out a long breath of smoke. "Fuck off Wyatt. I didn't ask for any of your philosophical bullshit." He open his eyes slightly to find the scruffy upperclassmen standing above him. Dean moved his eyes up and down looking at the terrible hawaiian shirt he had on pairing with his black jeans. "You look like a walking fucking disaster Wyatt. You know that fedora makes you look a douche bag."

Wyatt softly sat down next to Dean chuckling. "Oh don't worry little one. I am no disaster. You should clean your tongue of such nasty language. I am only one to help you my precious." He reached over and grasped the cigarette from Dean's mouth removing it out despite of Dean's death stare.

Dean backhanded him leaving a slight burn mark from Dean's light cigarette on his hand. The cigarette landed on the silver bench leaving a distinct burn mark. "Fuck off Bray I didn't ask you to come here. Don't you and harper have to go scan the bathrooms creeping everyone out. Or better yet why don't you help your baby brother hand out his bullshit campaign flyers."

The benches sifted under Wyatt's weight as he picked up Dean from the top of his shirt slamming him down on to the benches. Moving his face closer to the younger classmen Wyatt sneered in his face. "You don't say lies about my family princess, you stay quiet. Bo may be a little different but he is still my family. No one makes fun of my family. Do you understand."

Dean tried shoving Wyatt off him with no avail. He twisted his head to the side to avoid Bray's nasty breath closing his eyes taking deep breaths. "Just get off me Wyatt don't have to go lead dumb and dumber around. Or creep in the shadows of the hallway. I'm fucking sure you have better things to do than half molest me."

Wyatt leaned back pinning Dean to the bench leaning back down to kiss his forehead. Moving his head to Dean's side whispering along his neck. "Not this time my little one. I will always make you want me. Soon you shall hope I'm touching you constantly."

The benches squeaked under the weight of another body coming up on them. All Dean could see was Wyatt being pulled right off of him. He looked up to see the guy from earlier with the tattoo peeking out from under his shirt holding Bray off to the side with one arm. Wyatt squirmed before the guy let him fall on his ass to help Dean up. Dean rudely shoved the guys hand away.

"Thanks but no thanks new guy I was handling him. I didn't need your fucking help." He got up starting to hop down the benches. Right before he was yanked back by the back of his shirt. "Listen I said fuck off ok. I don't need your help." Dean turned back to stare at those grey eyes.

"I'm pretty fucking you weren't handling that. You were screaming and kicking with his bodyweight on top of you. If I didn't step in. Who knows what he was going to do." The tattoo man gently let go of Dean's shirt offering his own hand in consilience. "My name is Roman Reigns. I'm not new to the school I just got back from a transfer student project."

Dean stared at the hand then at the man named Roman Reigns. "My name is Dean fucking Ambrose and I still didn't need your help."

Authors note.

I want to thank you all for reading this story it means a lot to me. I want to keep this story alive it's my first fan fic. I would love if anyone hand any suggestions or ideas if you could comment them. Also school is starting soon I hope to get up five chapters by the start but if I'm slow I' sorry please keep reading and commenting. Thank you so very much.