Tame

Chapter Two

"Ready for Survivor Series tomorrow?" AJ asks me when we enter Big Al's Diner the next morning.
"I mean, I guess," I reply with a shrug. "But I'm not competing so...."
She took that into consideration. "True."
I spot Punk and Mr. Heyman in the far corner of the restaurant, sharing a booth with three other men I recognize as NXT superstars, but their names are a complete blank for me.
"I'll be right back," I tell AJ as she lowers herself at a table near the door; I walk over to the booth. The three NXT men face me and once I get closer, the man sitting on the outside looks up. He has messy, dirty blonde hair that curls around the tops of his ears and blue eyes. His gaze is blank and unwavering.
I wrap my arms around Punk's neck from behind. "Hey, Punk," I greet.
He jumps out of his skin and turns his body to face me as I let my arms fall to my sides. "M-munchkin," Punk stutters. "What-"
"-are you doing here?" Mr. Heyman demands more annoyed than surprised by my sudden appearance.
"Well I saw Punk over here and I thought I'd say hi. I'm having breakfast with AJ," I explain.
"Awesome," Mr. Heyman says in monotony.
"What is your problem?" Punk questions. "She's just a kid."
"I am not!" I protest. "Have you know I've been an adult for eight months now." I huff, pushing my nerd glasses up the bridge of my nose.
I turn away from them and stick my hand out to the dirty blonde. "Hi," I say. "I'm Ada, Ada Blackburn."
The man looks down at my hand for a moment before finally shaking it. "Dean Ambrose."
"And you are?" I turn to the man sitting in the middle. He has shoulder length blonde/brown hair and brown eyes. He eagerly takes my hand and kisses the back of it. I blush. "Seth Rollins at your service madam," he introduces. I giggle making Dean roll his eyes.
I have to reach across the bare table in order to shake the last man's hand. His pitch black hair slips past his shoulders and his tank top gives me full display of the tattoo on his right shoulder. His smoky gray eyes stare right at me as he shakes my hand last. "Roman Reigns."
His deep voice frightens me a bit but I maintain my smile. "I didn't know you guys knew Punk," I say.
"We just became.....uh, friends with him not too long ago," Seth explains.
"Oh, cool," I reply.
"How tall are you?" Dean asks out of nowhere, examining me from my black converse and dark washed jeans to my rubber superhero bracelets and bright pink mustache earrings to, finally, my batman tank and glasses.
"Uh, 4'6," I tell him.
"And you're 18?" he questions, wrapping a piece of my naturally curly hair, that looks like millions of spirals, around his finger.
"Yes, sir."
He raises his eyebrows at me, amused. "You're cute," he states making my pale skin complexion flush.
"Uh, thank you," I reply timidly before scooting back over to Punk who chuckles and wraps an arm around my waist.
"Don't worry, Munchkin, he's harmless," Punk assures making Seth snort in laughter.
"Yeah, I don't bite," Dean agrees, grinning.
"Okay, well, I should go back to the table. Maybe I'll see you later on today?"
Punk nods and I scurry back over to AJ.
"Who're the dudes?" AJ asks, jerking her head over to Punk's table.
All men went back to their conversation except Dean. He's staring straight at me with a smirk on his face. When he knows I caught him staring, he waves at me. I quickly turn around and face AJ who raises her eyebrows at me, but I just shake my head.

AJ's phone vibrates as soon as she finishes her plate. She looks at the screen and groans. "I have to go, meeting," she explains.
I wave her away. "Go ahead. I'll find something to pass the time."
She nods, gives me a hug and hurries out the door, leaving me with my half finished plate of pancakes. Minutes after AJ leaves, Dean slips into her spot and smiles at me. I turn to the table he and his friends were sitting at with Punk and Mr. Heyman but it was filled with a blonde picture perfect family containing both parents, a son and a daughter who couldn't be more than 2 years apart. I turn back to Dean to see him rummaging through the purple book bag that had laid at my feet moments before. He pulls out a comic book and examines the front.
"He-Man and the Masters of the Universe," he reads.
"That's book number four," I tell him excitedly.
"Who's He-Man?" he asks.
I laugh. "Funny," I say. I look at his face and see nothing comical about his features. "You're serious?" I ask, my laugh dying away.
"Yeah," he answers.
"What world have you been living in?"
He puts his hands up in surrender. "Sorry, I didn't know it was a crime to not know He-Man," he defends. "Well, who is he?"
"Well," I began, "he's the alter ego of Prince Adam. He has a twin sister named She-Ra and they live in this place called Eternia-" I cut myself off, realizing he isn't really paying attention. "What are you doing here anyways?"
"Well I live in Cincinnati," he tells me. "I'm here for, uh," he smiles, "Survivor Series."
"No, I mean at this table," I say. "You don't even know me."
"Any friend of Punk's is a friend of mine," Dean replies before examining me again. "And I wouldn't mind being yours. So you consider yourself a nerd?"
"Yes," I say unabashed. "Nerds are fun despite what people think. My friend and I just had a dance party last night. It was pretty awesome but whatever."
He laughs. "You know I've never been with a nerd before," he tells me seductively.
I shake off the chills and ask, "How old are you?"
"Does it matter?" Dean questions.
"Yes."
"Fine, 26, why?"
"Just curious," I answer.
He chuckles. "What, is the age difference preventing you from seeing me any other way besides a friend?"
"Well, yes, but if you take that out, though I find you attractive, I don't think of you that way," I explain.
"Really?" he questions.
I nod. "Really. I should get going."
I unzip my book bag that he put back on the floor to get my wallet and when I pull out a five dollar bill, ten is already on the table. I look up at him just in time to see him put his own wallet away.
"You didn't have to do that," I tell him.
"I know," he states simply. "But if I'm gonna make you change your mind about me, I have to start somewhere right?" I sigh. "If I don't have the honor of seeing your beautiful face later on today, I'll definitely make sure to do so tomorrow."
He gets up but I grab his wrist making him smile. "Dean, I really don't think of you that way. Friends is all we can be." His face darkens in a nanosecond.
"You sure about that?" he asks menacingly.
"Yes," I answer shakily.
"Funny," he says with a dark chuckle as he yanks me up and pushes his face into mine, our noses touching. "Because when I want something, I always get it." We stay the way we are for a few moments before his face cracks into a grin and he backs up, releasing his vice grip on my wrist. "See you later, Ada."

"Are you serious?" AJ asks me that afternoon once I tell her what went down between Dean and I when she left. We are sitting on our respective beds, facing each other.
"Yep," I confirm. "I don't know what's up with him. We barely know each other."
AJ shrugs with a smile. "He must have the hots for you like crazy."
I roll my eyes. "Whatever," I tell her. "He's eight years older than me. That's one of the things that kinda puts a damper on certain situations."
AJ groans. "Put the age thing to the side for a moment. How can you look at a man like that and, yes, find him attractive, but, no, not think of him as more than a friend?"
"Easy," I tell her. "I just did it earlier today."
She shakes her head. "Well you better get ready. By the way you describe his reaction to your rejection, he's aiming for you full speed."