Wednesday was upon everyone.

The one day of the week that was as ignored and as routine-driven as they came.

It was one of those days that was just there because it was. Bland and stupid, thought Dean, much worse now that he was stuck in tutoring once again. Kind of ironic really, he'd never left yet he was back.

The bell had just invaded everyone's ears with its metallic screech, signal that lunch was upon them.

Lunch.

Something that was supposed to be fun. Nicely taken by the kids with nothing more to do but eat and chat it up. Something Dean now fully despised. If he'd hated it before, now was something he didn't even want to think about. Just the mere thought of sitting in that desk again, become imprisoned by those four walls, compressed without much air or freedom, it all brought out in him unpleasant thoughts. A shiver crawled up his spine and tiny bumps appeared on his pale skin. Goosebumps. They were heavy and noticeable, like tiny needles poking at the flesh, threatening to pierce. They plagued his skin for the first time in years.

He ran his hand repeatedly over them, hoping they would cease.

A heavy sigh ran out of his lips, long and disinterested.

He was the last one to leave class. Everyone, including his teacher, were now out into the hallways looking forward to long lines and tasteless food. At least they could go outside, bathe in the glow of the current rays. The weather was incredibly beautiful that day, a nice change from the usual gloom fall brought upon them. Dean loved the rain, he didn't however, mind a little bit of sun, the pleasant warmth it enveloped his whole body in.

He stood up. Slow and lazy, the boy made way down the corridor, amongst the fading bunch.

It was lunchtime. Lunchtime and a new opportunity.

At least that was what Roman had thought about all day.

His chance.

He walked over to the large, decorative windows in the back of his classroom. The sun shone faintly through the blinds, bright and warm. The teacher looked back at the room, the artificial lights all on. He opened the large, white covering revealing an incredibly beautiful sight, at least that being what it was to Roman. It was the back of the building, where the teacher parking lots were. Nothing much to see there but the way the sun hit the mountains in the background, the way the newly formed clouds all seemed to be making their way over from far away. It was an incredibly clear day, a welcomed change from all the rain that was bound to them, an announcement of fall.

The man was so lost in the scenery he barely noticed the door closing behind him. Dean had entered the room, backpack on one shoulder, bottle of juice in the other. He made way towards one of the midway desks and sighed quite audibly. Roman regarded him carefully.

He was obviously less than thrilled to be there, apparent by his hunched up shoulders and the way of his walk, slow and heavy. He seemed to be dragging onto the seat as opposed to actually walking to it.

Reigns didn't know if he should've said anything, he honestly didn't care. Judging by the way a smile started to form on his plump lips, he figured a quick hello wouldn't hurt, "Good morning Dean."

The brunette on his part only nodded towards the man, not once bothering to look up at him. He started rummaging through his backpack, looking for anything to distract him from the tension that wasn't there. It was all so normal it made him sick.

That didn't do enough to keep him from noticing the steps inching closer to him, or the light shadow the bright sun now cast on the floor, clear and visible to his eyes.

That for damn sure didn't do enough to keep his body from briefly shuddering at the deliciously deep sound of the man's voice.

"Are you okay?" Asked Roman, clearly concerned. It would have been one thing for the teen to have entered the classroom loud and obnoxious as usual. Now however, he was as quiet as could be. That was rare. It was Dean Ambrose for crying out loud. The boy was never quiet.

"I'm fine." The remark was firm, low even. The young student then locked gaze with his teacher, "Where's your lov- I mean Sethie boy?"

Roman rolled his eyes all while continuing his walk towards his desk. He stopped by the light switch, turning off the lights, room still bright over the natural glow entering from outside, "Don't start Dean." He stopped at his desk to eye some papers when the door opened. Both individuals turned and eyed Seth who quickly sat down in his usual spot. Carrying a lunch tray in hand, his backpack hit with a heavy thud on the floor.

"Ouch…" Dean blurted out and placed his feet over the desk, back resting comfortably on the chair. The tension between both Roman and Seth was incredibly noticeable. He eyed both guys. Neither had said anything to one another, both simply trying their best to ignore the obvious awkwardness pouring into the room.

Seemed they hadn't really addressed their little smooch. The sandy haired boy shook his head in disappointment. He decided it was best to keep out of it, it was not his burden to bear and it wasn't like he gave a damn anyway. He instead opted to take out a sheet from his backpack and do some doodling on the back in stolen pencil.

Minutes passed in silence. All three working on their separate tasks, not one word muttered.

Roman could not take it anymore, this compressed feeling in his chest was going to suffocate him if he didn't take his mind off it, if he didn't find some way to distract himself.

He hadn't talked to Seth at all, not because he hated the kid or anything extreme like that; he just didn't know what to say. Their exchange a few days back was still ingrained deep in his mind. He'd thought about it over and over until he came to the only conclusion he thought possible, Seth was confused.

There was nothing else that could explain what happened. Maybe the boy had a little crush on him but was obviously not thinking straight when he'd done what he had done. Roman held on to that but he knew that it was mostly because he was hoping it wouldn't happen again. It all scared him to death.

Yes, he thought Seth was cute, adorable many times even. That did not mean, however, that he wanted anything serious between them. It was too much risk and a seriously stupid thing to do on his part, he knew better.

And so he walked over to Dean. The boy seemed to be immersed in whatever he was doing so maybe he was working on something. The man honestly did not expect to find him doing anything school-related. His eyes widened suddenly upon realizing he was being proven terribly wrong.

Dean Ambrose was actually working on his math. The boy who pushed people he considered nerds around to their doom was in that moment a few inches away from bumping his forehead against the desk and was writing rapidly, attempting to solve one of the problems on his homework. Hell, he even had scratch paper and an eraser out. A frustrated breath left him when he couldn't seem to come to a clear conclusion for his answer. He began erasing what he'd previously written, annoyance apparent in the action.

Reigns stopped right next to his desk and spoke, "Need any help?"

"Shit." The boy lightly jumped, startled at the man's sudden appearance he'd been too focused to notice.

"I'm sorry did I scare you? I didn't mean it." Reigns smiled lightly, clearly apologetic but contentment too hard to hide. Joy overcame him at the sight of the boy doing something, actually doing something in tutoring. Ambrose shook his head and eyed his paper briefly before returning his gaze, "Do you need help?"

The sigh was a reflex, an action he didn't want to make too obvious, afraid of coming off as desperate. Too desperate to solve a damn equation, "Nah."

"Are you sure?" The larger man raised his eyebrows at the boy, not buying it at all, "I can help you, you know. Seems that equation was giving you a hard time."

"It's the last one I gotta solve. Maybe- maybe it's a little trickier than the rest."

"May I?" He motioned for the sheet on the desk.

After seconds of thought, all Ambrose did was nod lightly and lean back onto his chair, "Have at it."

Careful examination of the problem took about thirty seconds, then he spoke, "Oh yes. This one has a twist to it. Here." He placed the paper back onto the plain surface and took out his pen, writing out each step and explaining it to Dean.

Seth only listened to his banter. He'd tried working on whatever equation he could but it was nearly impossible. Their whispers to each other were like a barrier to him. His concentration was not where he wanted it to be. He was all ears, trying to figure out what was being exchanged between them.

He played lightly with his pencil, tapping it against the desk. His body unconsciously shuffled in his chair and his head was starting to hurt.

He was starting to notice something that was painfully obvious at this point. It presented itself as a sudden occurrence to Seth, an unwelcomed thought.

It seemed as if anytime the three of them were together, Roman just paid more attention to Dean. He looked differently at him. He spoke to him differently. He most likely thought about him in a completely different light than he did Seth. It was as if all this time there had been a favorite. Now it was just evident who that was.

Roman and Dean were on their own now. The equation had proven to be something quite simple for Dean to solve once he'd understood the concept. The older man had dragged a chair over to where the young sat. No conversation had sparked up between them yet but at least math was something they could talk about.

Reigns eyed the teen's paper, proud grin visible on his face, "Wow Dean. All of them are correct. I am impressed." He wasn't lying. Dean had not gotten a single one wrong, something that did not surprise Roman. Whenever the boy would hand over an assignment it seemed as though he would get questions wrong on purpose rather than by happening, "I am proud of you." Dean only moved around in his chair uncomfortably, muttering little nothings under his breath, "I'm sure your parents must also be very proud of you."

The brunette immediately scoffed and smirked as if he'd just heard a decent joke, "Yea."

"Am I wrong?"

"Maybe you are." His comfortable posture was back and he stretched his arms, "My dad's a piece of shit and my mom is too damn hypnotized to realize anything besides his existence."

"Really?"

"Yep." The teen smiled to himself as if thoughts were returning to him in all their bittersweet glory, "That son of a bitch always gets his way with her alright."

This turn in information rapidly shadowed his previous pleasant discovery. It all came to him so quickly, too fast to process fully and he was saddened. He was saddened by the way he'd reacted to it all. His smile faded upon realizing he was not one bit surprised to hear Dean talk about his parents in such a way. Such way as to demean them; cast them off as the lowest of the low.

"Is there something I should know about?"

The brunette ignored his concern to instead keep going, "My only hope in life is for my brother to get a better life."

"You have a brother."

"Max."

At this point, he'd been too late to regret giving his calculus teacher this much information but it wasn't like he could take it back at this point. If there ever was anything worth talking about when it came to his life, it was Max. It was all Max.

"Nice name." Roman offered a smile, "How old is he?"

"Yea. He is the nicest." There was no hint of sarcasm to it, "And he is seven."

The man raised his eyebrows at the answer. He'd not expected for Dean to have a brother, much less him being just a child.

"It sounds like you care deeply about him. Can't blame you really. A bond with a brother is something different, something even more special for some reason."

"For me there's every reason. Max is everything I have. He is the only part in my life that isn't bad or shitty. He is everything."

That had left some room for thought. The way Dean spoke about his brother, as if there was nothing else for him left but to make sure Max had it all, or at least what was necessary. Dean had a mission, his mission already having a name.

Seth sighed.

Great. Now there was more of a reason for Roman to be interested in Dean. The boy cared for his little brother, he wanted to get him away from their "piece of shit father" and "sheep mom" in order to give him something better. The life he'd never experience was something he was willing to give his sibling at all costs. There was so much determination in his voice, as if he'd stop at nothing. Whatever it took was right up Ambrose's alley and Seth was slowly keeping up with the idea that maybe he could just not compete with that. No way.

Roman wanted to help, that had been his registered nature since the moment Seth had gotten a conversation out of him. Reigns was a nurturer, the shoulder to cry on. Dean on his part, the boy was his perfect piece. They both fit just fine, like a puzzle, one being the lost soul in desperate need of change, the other being its willing aid.

"Roman." The youngest of the three called out quick and firm, surprising himself. His newfound compulsiveness was once again in effect. He turned with the gained conviction of playing along as smoothly as he could, "I need help with this one- with this problem. Can you help me? Please?"

The attractive man looked up mid-sentence. He regarded Seth with the expression of a child, giddy as one too given his and Dean's subject of conversation. They had both been joking for a couple minutes, as carefree as could be; all reminding him of when they'd both teased Dolph Ziggler before. Fond memory.

Now, his eyes remained locked on one thing, and one thing only. Seth's greeted him back, a small hint of sudden determination behind them. He stood up and regarded Ambrose, whose baby blues were still on Rollins, "Is there anything else you need help on Dean?"

"Seems you helped him enough." The sentence was delivered to them both in a whisper, something neither missed.

"Huh?" Reigns turned to the individual in the front desk with a puzzled expression.

"I mean-" There was a deep urge to stop. His thoughts spiraled down, mind rapidly chasing them in hopes he would retract what'd just come out of his mouth. Before he could think about it some more he spoke, "I mean- you guys haven't talked about math or homework or- for the last ten minutes so-"

"Well we aren't done anyway Seth." It was Roman who barged in and spoke, stopping the teen cold in his tracks, "Dean might need more help, so please if you could let him decide."

Ambrose's eyes widened briefly, both still fixated firmly on Rollins.

"I thought maybe you could help me." It was all Seth said before turning back around, apparently done with their little encounter. Yea, things were incredibly tense between the two. They'd probably not spoken since their little kiss.

Roman shook his head in frustration. He'd not missed the whiny tone in Seth's voice, "Is there something wrong? Is there a problem with me helping a student?"

The seconds dragged on like minutes, "No."

"Then what is it?"

"Why him?" Again a whisper from the young teen's lips came about.

"Why what?" Roman asked, annoyance clear.

No answer from Seth. The tension was palpable at this point, lingering on Dean's fingertips.

"Why Dean?" His voice was quiet, his posture doubtful as if speaking to himself, "Why him out of all people? Why did you want him here?" He wasn't facing either of them but his words were clear, "I- I thought it was just going-"

"Seth…" Roman didn't know what to do, it was all so sudden, so unexpected. This would be the type of thing he could expect from someone like Dean, not Seth. Never Seth.

But how wrong he was.

"You know how he treats me. Look at how he treats you." His voice was regaining its volume with each word muttered, "And after what he did last time he showed up…" He turned around to face them, his questioning expression regarding Roman, "Why do you keep bringing him back?"

"Jealous much Seth?" Ambrose was the one to butt in, helping Roman along the way as the man had no idea what to do.

The youngest teen scoffed, "Don't be silly. I would never be jealous of you."

"Yea. Seems I forgot you have it all. You have everything but the love of your favorite teacher."

"Dean. Stop." Reigns spoke.

"Oh and stop fucking whining for once okay. You have everything in life you could ever need but instead of appreciating that what do you do?"

"Dean."

"You bitch and moan about me being in this fucking place!"

"Cut it out Dean-"

"Do you have any fucking idea how easy you have it? Do you?!"

At this point, the shaggy teen had stood up and was walking towards Rollins only to be held back by Roman, an action he seemed not to notice. His focus was to Seth and Seth only.

"Stay out of this!" Seth cried out.

"Oh but you want me in this." The boy stretched his arms out to the side, "You're the one who brought my name into this."

"Dean…" Roman was now standing facing Ambrose, trying his best to keep him as far from Seth as possible, a barrier between them both.

"You're the one who wants me out of it so bad." His voice was louder as well, "You want me out and we both know it's only so you can let him fuck you."

"DEAN!" Reigns' mouth nearly hit the floor at how much that had shocked him. He pushed Ambrose lightly, "THAT'S ENOUGH."

"Just admit it!"

"You don't know how wrong you are." Rollins spoke, his voice low, "You can't see anything but whatever you want to see. You're a stubborn piece of shit!"

"Prove me wrong!" Dean tried to shuffle his way out of the teacher's firm grasp on his shirt.

"Seth!" Almost in tune with Dean, those words left Roman's lips.

"No! I am not going to stay quiet anymore!" He pointed to Ambrose, "You're a piece of shit Ambrose. You have always been, you will always be."

"Oh you have no idea how much that hurts me." The mockery in Dean's expression did not go unnoticed, "I care so much what you think of me."

"I don't care if you do or you don't. And quite frankly, I am getting a bit tired of this place anyway. I am getting tired-" This time his attention was to Roman, "I am tired of listening to how sorry you are for offending this son of a bitch." No words left Roman, "What you said is nothing compared to what he actually needs to hear. What he is."

"Oh I'm a monster." Dean spoke, a smirk creeping up on his thin lips.

"No." Seth shook his head, "You're scared." The smirk faded, "The thing is, Roman was right about you. You try to act so cool and tough to hide what you truly are. But he saw right through you and so do I. Now I see and I am done being your little bitch. You're a coward Ambrose. A bully. You pick on whoever you think is lower on the self-esteem scale than you but quite honestly I don't think- no- I KNOW there's no one lower than you."

There was silence.

And then the bell rang.

Ok so maybe not the best way to have ended this chapter but it was getting a bit too long for my liking. I am trying to make smaller chapters but its nearly impossible with so much I want to write.

Okay so another day in tutoring eh? What did you guys think? Reviews are welcomed and hopefully you all enjoyed :)