Roman's Little Sister

One

     
                                      DESI

5:25 a.m.

   My phone blared with my alarm, starting yet another day of never ending tasks. I start the music on my phone to get me motivated to get out of bed.   Running through the classes I have today and how many more until I graduate, mentally reminding myself that taking those extra classes in high school  were definitely worth it.   

         Not having a great home life was great inspiration to never go home. Well to whoever's home I happened to be fostered at, at any given time. So I had plenty of time to take extra classes to earn college credits and luckily a small Scholarship.  Now I'm few weeks away from being a college graduate and I did it on my own.

         Not that I had a choice in the matter. Being an orphan kind of takes away your sense of belonging, but it has also made me learn very valuable lessons.

7:05 p.m.

        Today was shit. After a good start, a good run, I made it to my first class just in time to realize I left my work on my kitchen counter. It only went down hill from there. The day hit a great storm of B.S. at work but I don't think all birthday and shooting star wishes on the world could save me from the hell of working near my school.

         By the time I made it home I had a full meal covering the front of my uniform, and had to cover part of another shift. All I want right now is my Mac n' cheese, and my favorite show. I sit down and turn on Supernatural right as I hear a pounding on my door.

       "Allison, is 5D not 5B. You're on the wrong floor." I yell to whoever is on the other side of the door. You would actually be amazed how often this happens.

         The pounding starts again. "Ugh, really!" I huff as I walk to the door and wrench it open already irritated. Not expecting to see the kind of guys that are standing in front of me. " Look, you guys have got to know by now. I mean, it's been almost two years! Allison is 5 D, not 5 B! Please tell your friends and your friends friends! That all? Okay. Good. Bye bye then. "

          Before I can close the door all the way a very big, very strong hand stopped it. "Actually, I'm um.. I'm looking for Destiny Cortez." Eyeing the huge man in front of me, I cautiously ask "Why are you looking for Destiny Cortez exactly?"

       " Well we could tell you, but then we'd have to kill ya Darlin'. " One of guys beside him replied with a flirtatious grin on his face as his eyes ran up and down my body, making me feel a little self conscious. "And that would be a damn shame" he winked back at me when he noticed I was uncomfortable.

        "Dean, knock it off okay. This is awkward enough without you getting us hit with a creeper tag." Replied the third one.

         Then looked to the guy in front, the one who just keeps staring at me and puts friendly supportive hand in his shoulder. "Go ahead Bro., you got this. We're right here with you."

        He smiled gratefully to his friends. "Thanks Seth." He turns back to me and clears his throat before trying to speak again. I on the other hand am really starting to freak out.

       "Okay, someone needs to tell me what the hell is going on and fast."

       "Look, Destiny what needs to be said is kind of private, can we come in?" asks the big guy with the tattoo.

      " You are kidding right? Do I look stupid enough to let three strangers into my apartment much less three strange men? " I ask crossing my arms across my chest astounded by his request.

          "Well there's a first time for everything Darlin, and this is something I would definitely volunteer for." Dean says smiling thinking he is going to get to me again.

           "Well good for you Katniss." I snarkly reply back and ask again. "What is going on? Who are you?" The big guy looked me in the eyes and said the last phrase I ever expected him to say.

          "My name is Roman, and I'm your brother."

A/N...
  This is my first story and I'm just giving it a shot.
It will not follow any particular WWE storyline, but may have similarities. Any comments, critiques (not hate), and advise are welcomed.