Same Night, 8:52 P.M., En Route to Central Park...

The four teens had just gotten off of the train, and were now walking to the park Becky had chosen to have this little get together at. Shane was talking with Becky about her past experience with being there, trying to find out as much as he could about this area of New York he had yet to come across. Meanwhile, Dean and Alexa were... Doing what Dean and Alexa normally did when they were around each other. The scruffy haired boy wasn't a fan of how long it had taken to even reach the place, and had no problem voicing his displeasure.

"Oh, my God. How long until we get to this place anyway?" Dean asked annoyed.

"We're literally 3 blocks away, Ambrose. Calm yourself." Alexa snapped back, not wanting to deal with his whining.

"Don't test me, ya spoiled brat!"

"Who you callin' a spoiled brat, you raving lunatic?!"

Becky and Shane couldn't help but laugh at the sound of both their significant others bickering back and forth amongst themselves.

"With the way they fight with one another, you'd think they were the two in a relationship." Shane jokingly pointed out.

Becky shook her head and giggled.

"Those two? In a relationship? Are you out of your bleedin' head there, lad? They'd murder each other at the marriage ceremony, in front of both their families without a second thought! Honestly, I'd pay to see them fight it out in a ring, one on one."

Shane chuckled.

"My money's on my girl. She's a feisty one. Plus, she's stronger than she looks."

Over their verbal assault against each other, Dean and Alexa heard what the two Irish kids had said, and they both had their own opinion of it.

"Are you kidding?! I'd knock Little Miss Bliss over out cold in a friggin heartbeat! She wouldn't stand a chance!" Dean stated, offended that Shane would even suggest he'd lose to Alexa in a scrap.

Bliss had her own take on the talk.

"The hell you would! I'm more athletic than you, AND I'm faster than you. What do you have, streetfighting? Pssh, whatever."

"Yeah, my fists make up for that. Plus, I fuckin tower over you, like most of the US population does!" Dean countered.

"So?! Yeah I'm short. That just gives me a better position in order to punch you straight in the fucking balls! So whaddya think about that, dirt boy?!" Bliss responded, fire in her eyes at this point.

Ambrose just waved her off.

"Oh, of course you'd go straight for the balls. Just like every other female. All you do is fight dirty. Face it, you wouldn't stand a chance against me one on one."

"Yes, I would!"

"No, ya wouldn't."

"I said, yes, I would!"

"And I said, no, ya fuckin wouldn't!"

At this point, Lynch had had enough. The arguing was funny at first, but now it was becoming insufferable, so she decided to put an end to it. She stopped, and turned around to face them.

"And I say, if you two don't stop acting like a couple of preschoolers, I'll put the beat down on the both of ya! Ya get me?!"

They both of them went to protest, but one glare from the fiery haired lass, and they closed their mouths immediately. Shane, who still had a smile on his face, found all of this extremely amusing.

"Man, Dean, I tried to warn you before. Don't piss Lassy off. She's straight from the motherland, and she's full of straight fire. The girls from there don't exactly have a reputation of being level headed."

Becky noticed what Shane had just called her.

"You called me Lassy?"

"Hm, guess I did. You mind?" Price asked.

The lacrosse captain let out a small smile.

"Nah... I like it actually."

Alexa wasn't a fan of this interaction between her boyfriend and Becky. The jealousy was real, but she didn't wanna let it show, so instead of telling them she didn't like it outright, she pointed out something she thought would end it.

"Hold on. I thought you didn't like it when people just added the E sound to something to come up with a nickname." Bliss brought up to Shane.

"That's only when it's their real name... Or when it's not Bayley. And even then there's other exceptions. Like, take your name for example. I've heard Seth call you Lexi from time to time. I don't cringe when I hear that, because Lexi is actually a name that makes sense, and people actually have it. Same thing with Becky. Her name is Rebecca... Saw you call her Becky. That makes sense. Fuckin, crazy bitch lady Fox kept calling me Price-y and it made my skin crawl. It's lazy, and it doesn't make a lick of sense at all."

Alexa on the inside, was extremely unhappy that her scheme didn't work, but again didn't show it.

"Oh, okay. I guess that's reasonable."

"Great, great. Now that we've gotten that little lesson on the correct way to give someone a nickname from Professor Price over here, CAN WE PLEASE KEEP WALKING?!" Dean barked in exasperation.

"Okay, okay Dean. We're going. Jeez man." Shane said.

"Thank you." He responded, before walking ahead of the group.

Alexa looked at Becky and shook her head.

"Again, out of all the guys in the school... you chose him?"

The Irish girl just shrugged.

"What can I say? He's my kind of crazy... Also, he's really cute."

"Yeah you think he's cute, but according to you my dad's hot." Shane mumbled under his breath in disgust.

"Huh, Shane? What was that?" Becky asked, not hearing his jab at her.

"Nothing, Becks. It was nothing."

Shane then walked ahead of the group along with Dean, leaving the two girls behind.

With a smirk, Becky started to say, "So, out of all the guys in the school..."

Alexa cut her off.

"Don't even start, woman."

Lynch put up her hands, and they started to follow their boyfriends on the way to the World-Famous, Central Park.

All of them didn't really seem to notice the individual in a trench coat that had been following them this whole time...


1 hour later...

"So, are you prepared to suffer a humiliating defeat , at the hands of the one and only, Dean Ambrose?" The boy smugly asked his opponent.

Shane picked up the ball from the floor and rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, me and you both know you're not gonna win this."

It was now time for the long awaited rematch between the two best friends. Alexa and Becky were watching from the bench as their respective man talked trash to each other. Becky started laughing when she realized something.

"You guys know yer both playing basketball in bleedin' jeans, right?"

Dean pointed at her.

"Lady, ball.. is life. The game of basketball shall be played under any conditions, no matter what. If I were to be out here in nothing but my socks and boxers, the game of basketball would still be played. This is the game of life! The game of broken ankles! And the game that I will once again whip Price's ass in!"

Alexa rolled her eyes and called out to Shane.

"Please, beat this idiot!"

"That's the plan, Short Stuff!" He called back.

It was a standard game of 21, just like the last time. Dean got the ball first due to a coin toss, and immediately went in agressive, trying to use his body weight to push Shane further into the paint, so he could go for an easy layup. Now, that might've worked a couple months earlier, but not now. Not when Shane had gained all that muscle from all those hours of training and putting his body through hell. (That boi thicc) Shane refused to be backed into layup range, and stood his ground, forcing Dean to settle for low percentage jumpshot from the top of the key. He missed, and Shane got the rebound. Then, with no hesitation, he pulled up from the three point line, and banked the shot with ease. Dean was dumbfounded.

Shane smirked.

"I told you, rust doesn't effect me."

Ambrose was now even more motivated to beat him.

"Whatever. We got a whole game ahead of us. This ain't over yet."

Fast forward 25 minutes, and Shane was jumping up and down, celebrating his convincing victory over Dean, while Dean was trying to make his case of how he cheated.

"Man, he travelled so much! Every time he drove to the basket, he fuckin fouled me! And he's a hack! You saw it, both of you, you saw it!" He complained to both girls.

Becky laughed, and Alexa smirked.

"Just face it. My boyfriend's waaay better than you."

"What?! No the hell he isn't!"

Shave chimed in.

"You lost 21 to 12, dude. There's no way I could've cheated that much, even if I did cheat."

"Yeah, babe. Just take the loss on this one. No shame in it. You tried, and that's all that matters." Becky said, trying to make him feel better.

Dean wasn't having any of that though.

"That game was a fluke, and you know it! It was a total... Aw, fuck it, whatever. I know the truth. I don't care anymore. Where's the bathroom at? I gotta take a leak."

"The bathrooms are closed at this time of night." His girlfriend told him.

Ambrose threw his hands in the air in frustration.

"Of course they are. Great, now I have to go piss in the woods."

And with that, he stormed off the court on the way to a more private area in order to do his business.

"He's kind of a dick sometimes." Shane stated.

"You're just now realizing that?" Alexa asked.

"He's not... He's just.. really passionate about stuff." Becky proclaimed, trying to defend her significant other.

Hearing this, Bliss and Price just stared at her.

"...Okay, I guess he can be."

"I HEARD THAT!" Ambrose called out behind him.

He kept walking, still displeased by everything that just went down. Eventually, he found a spot by a tree that he thought was private enough. Luckily, there were lights around, so he could see where he was going and not get lost. It was late, so in his mind, there was no way anyone was gonna catch him relieving himself. He pulled down the zipper and began, grumbling to himself about the game.

"I could beat Price on his best day, damn it. Only reason he won was because he's been working out. I haven't been in the best shape lately, but if I was, I'd mop the floor with that Irish bastard. I'm the best, damn it."

Then, out of nowhere, came a voice.

"I agree, Dean. You are the best."

Ambrose was lucky he had just finished, because if he hadn't, he would've definitely gotten urine on his jeans from being startled like that.

"Yo, who the f-... Oh no, not you."

Standing in front of the messy haired teen, was his ex girlfriend and former abuser, Alicia Fox. She stood there, with a big trench coat on, and a sadistic smile on her face.

"What... What the hell are you doing here?"

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to see my baby again. It's been awhile hasn't it?"

"Okay, first of all, I am not your baby, second of all, we go to the same school. You've seen me literally almost every single day. Not to mention, how the fuck did you even know I'd be here at this time? Have you been stalking me?" Dean asked, slightly uncomfortable.

"Nevermind that. The point is, I've decided that we're getting back together. I want you back, okay? So come on."

Dean's wariness immediately transformed into anger after hearing.

"Hold on, hold the goddamn phone. You decided? Woman, you must be fuckin crazier than I thought! You decided?! I am not your fucking plaything, alright?! You don't get to just publicly humiliate me, make me miserable for months, destroy my property, physically abuse me and just expect me to come crawling back to you just because you said so. Alicia Fox, you can go fuck yourself! I'm happier right now with Becky Lynch than I ever was with you. Take your entitlement and shove it. I'm going back to people that actually care about me." He ranted.

His spiel greatly angered the unstable female. So much so, that when he was about to brush past her, she caught him off guard and kicked him low, causing him to double over in pain. He was writhing on the floor, holding the area that was just assaulted.

"Oh shit, that hurts! You cunt, why?! Ahhhh!"

Alicia looked down at him, seeing nothing but red. She was seething with her fists clenched at her sides.

"How dare you?! I am the best girl you've ever had! Not that slut, Becky! Me! Me, me, me, me, me, me! The only girl that can make you happy is me! I will not accept you moving on to anyone else! Now, we're getting back together, understand?!" She barked in her shrill voice, before kicking him 4 times in the ribs

Ambrose looked up at her and simply spit blood right in her face. He was internally bleeding for God's sake. But, even in immense pain, Dean was as defiant as ever.

"You shouldn't have done that, babe." Alicia said in an eerily calm way.

This is the moment shit got way too real. Fox, after creepily staring down at Dean for a few more seconds, slowly starting reaching into her coat. Dean's eyes went wide when he saw what she was taking out.

"Is that a fucking Swiss army knife?!" He yelled out.

She ignored his shocked question, still staring down at him, but not saying anything.

"Woman, let's-let's not do anything we're gonna regret, okay?" Dean pleaded.

"I didn't want to have to do this, Dean. I really didn't. But you failed to understand one thing... IF I CAN'T HAVE, YOU NO ONE CAN!"

She cocked back her right hand, ready to deliver the death blow. Dean braced himself for impact, since that's all he could do at this point. Fox let out a psychotic scream as she was about to stab the poor boy. However, she was stopped in her tracks, when the sound of another girl's yell rang throughout the isolated woods. All of a sudden, all you saw was a flash of bright orange hair blasting into Alicia, effectively knocking her off her feet. A sigh of relief escaped Mr. Ambrose, now that his girl was here. Rights and lefts were rained down upon the mentally ill monster who was about to quite possibly take the life of a young boy. Dean managed to see two other figures not far behind, the taller one going straight for Becky, and trying to pry her off of Fox. A difficult task indeed, considering how hard the Irish girl was fighting to get another piece of her boyfriend's assailant.

"Let go, let fucking go right now! I'm gonna kill her, I'm gonna kill her!" Becky angrily proclaimed.

Shane was doing his best to try and calm her down.

"Shhh, shhh. Lassy, Lassy it's okay, it's okay. She's already out cold. It's okay." He cooed.

While Shane was dealing with her, Alexa went over to Dean to see how he was doing. She crouched down and held his hand.

"Dean? Dean talk to me. How are you feeling?"

In response, he chuckled.

"I'm just peachy, princess."

Alexa had a small smile at that, knowing that even though he was just on the brink of death essentially, and he was still the same old sarcastic Dean.

"Asshole."


Hour and a Half later...

The cops had arrived and taken Alicia away in handcuffs. The four teens had been allowed to go home after questioning. The cops were gonna take them all down to the police station, but once they found out who Alexa's parents were... Ain't no one going to the station, ya feel me? Shane called his dad to tell him what went down, and Kevin said to bring Dean with him home, and in the morning when he got back from work, he'd see what he could do. There was some painkillers in the cabinet, so he said to have Dean take those to help him out for now. When Becky heard that, she begged Shane to let her stay too. She didn't want to leave her guy's side, and he could respect that. The only problem is, there wasn't really enough room for everyone to sleep. So, Shane just said screw it, and said that they could have his room, while he slept on the couch. They got home at around 12, 12:30 in the morning, and by God, they were beat. Alexa kissed Shane goodnight before going home. Then he, escorted Becky and Dean back into his home. Together, him and Lynch had to help Dean into his bed without hurting him too much. Then, he went to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water and two pain pills. He came back with them, and gave them to Dean, who took them.

After taking the meds, Dean started to once again chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Shane asked.

"Seth's gonna be so happy."

"Seth? Why?" Becky also asked.

"Because, Shane didn't get hurt. I did! Hahahaha, ow. Ha!"

Becky and Shane just looked at each other, the same thing going through their respective minds.

"Dean... Go to sleep."