"Everybody's damaged. It's just a question of how badly, and whether you're healing or still bleeding."

'You won't do shit' I text back quickly and turn my phone back off. I honestly enjoyed messing with this weasel. I could imagine him glaring at the screen right now. 'Shut the hell up Ambrose' he sent back to me and I laughed, enjoying the fact that I got a slight rise out of him. 'Make me Rollins' I respond with a smirk and only seconds later he responded. 'I wouldn't make you shut up. Because if i had to 'make you' do anything, I rather be making you scream my name in absolute pleasure and desire' *tempcreds*

**COMPLETED, NOT EDITED** Seth Rollins is the only son of the CEO of WWE, Hunter. Hunter is super overprotective of Seth, especially after Stephanie's death a couple years ago. Now Seth is growing older, he craves to go to a public high school and live somewhat of a normal teenage life. After a while of convincing Hunter, Seth finally gets enrolled to a high school. Seth does everything he could possibly do to blend in and make it seem like he wasn't Hunter's son and he didn't have a shit load of money. On the first day of school, Seth meets Roman Reigns, who's the school's most hottest football star. What will happen between these two? Will Hunter allow Seth to befriend Roman, considering at how he is? Read to find out! **BOYXBOY MATERIAL! DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ!**

Warning: Strong Mature Content. "Two more please." I said to the bartender as I as I finished off my fourth drink. "Two sir?" He asked me, "Don't you think you've had enough?" "Who's paying who here?" I slurred as I glared at him. He sighed, but nodded and went to go retrieve what I asked. 'How could I let this happen?' I think to myself It was my fault. God, it was all my fault. I did the one thing I told myself not to do... I let myself fall in love with her. Me, all by myself. It was nobody's fault but mine. I fell in love with her laugh. Her smile. Her jokes that weren't funny at all. Her attitude. Her personality. The way how I felt when I touched her. The way she said my name, weather it was normally, in mid laugh, in a cry of help, or a moan. I fell in love with everything about her, every part of her. I was in love with her. And now here I am, at some local bar, while she's getting married to my cousin in a state hours away from here. She was out of my life, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.