Cincinnati Boy

Chapter 1

My little brother, Jackson and I grabbed a water bottle and walked out of the house to my car. "Erica, where's my hat?" He asked as he buckled up in the passenger seat. I reached for his hat in the backseat and adjusted it onto his head, smiling. "There." I put the key in, and turned, then headed towards the Cincinnati baseball game. We always went here every Saturday. My family and I just moved here about a month ago from South Carolina, so we weren't used to it. The people here always pick on our southern accents. I didn't know a thing about baseball, but Jackson was a huge baseball fan, so my mom paid me $20 every time I took him. So it's whatever. The only thing that's strange about going to the baseball games is that I always see this man across from me on the bleachers. He always looks at me. Like, everytime I look his direction, he's either looking at me or around me. But I kept my mouth shut because he was kinda... attractive.
Once we got there, I parked sort of close to the stadium. Jackson got out and found us a spot to sit, slightly farther away from the mysterious man. "We got here early, Jack. The game doesn't start 'till 6." I told him. He grimaced his face, looking up. I turned and looked up, and sure enough it was the man. "Uhh, hi." His voice was a very deep and raspy sound. "I know you don't know me, but I've been seeing you here frequently. You from here?" I nervously said, "Uhh.. No. We just moved here a month ago. My little brother, Jackson, here loved baseball, so that's why I take him here." I messed Jackson's hair up with my hand. The man smiled. "Well, ah, someone kinda took my seat, so I was wondering if I could sit here?" He eyeballed the empty spot beside me. "Oh, of course." I said, looking to where he usually sits. "I'm Jonathan. You can call me Jon." He held his hand out. "Erica." I shook his hand. His hand was oddly bigger than mine, and rough. He had brown, fluffy hair and these beautiful blue eyes. "Nice to meet you, Erica." He grinned with the beautiful lips he had. I nodded, awkwardly smiling back. Jackson kept his eyes on the baseball ball game while I was talking to Jon. Suddenly, he started laughing. "What's wrong?" I asked, confused. "Ah, nothing's wrong, honey." He chuckled. I still looked at him weird. "You don't know who I am, do you?" He asked, seriously. Of course I didn't know who he was, I just met the damn guy. I shook my head. "Ever heard of Dean Ambrose?" He asked, raising his brows. I still shook my head. "WWE Superstar.." He still kept going on. "Really?" I asked, shocked. He nodded, laughing. "You don't watch, do you? That's fine," He placed his hand on my kneecap, "Hardly anyone does anymore." I looked down at his hand and tensed up. Something about his touch was amusing to me. It was just like any other person's hand, but just different. I haven't touched any guy since my first love passed away two years ago in a car accident..