Dean Ambrose groaned rubbing at his eyes, wanting to ignore the alarm going off and roll back over and sleep. He knew he couldn't. It was his first day at yet another high school and the last thing he wanted was detention on his first day. No that couldn't happen - not again.

Dean eventually dragged himself out of bed, heading straight towards the shower. Once he was showered he put on jeans, a t-shirt, and his s hoodie on. He packed his bag, before sighing to himself.

Another school, but for how long? The chances were that he'd be lucky to stay at this school another six months before he packed up and left yet again. To top that off Dean had great difficulty making friends with people, and he was never around long enough to make any real close fact of the matter was: Dean was sick and tired of moving. He knew that it was just wishful thinking, but he still wanted to stay in one place. He picked up his bag and started walking towards the door. Today had to go well.

Seth Rollins was sitting in the school library, tapping his hand anxiously as he waited for his best friend, April Mendez, to arrive. He always kept to himself at school - well tried to anyway. It only worked for a short while until all the snobby popular kids needed someone to do their homework for them. Seth never refused; he was too worried about what they might actually do to him if he said no. He didn't tell April either, he couldn't burden her with his issues - absolutely not -because she had her own problems to worry about He wasn't paying attention when she walked into the library – his thoughts were too busy thinking about who's homework he was going to have to do that day.

"Earth calling Seth Rollins?!" April said, jolting Seth from his earlier thoughts.

"I'm sorry April," he said, still caught up in his own thoughts.. By the look on Seth's face April had a gut feeling something was Seriously bugging her best friend.

"Seth?" She asked concerned. "Is something wrong?" her voice laced with concern. Seth swallowed. Damn April for being able to sense things so well.

"No," he finally answered "Why would there be?"

April sighed, clearly not liking the answer she got. "You just seemed really worried about something when I walked in Seth," she said, still unconvinced due to his lack of eye contact.

"April, it's nothing really. You know how it is; school always puts you under pressure." He assured her. April, though, wasn't buying it, and she knew Seth would not budge - he was exceptionally stubborn when he wanted to be.

"Seth just promise you'll talk to me, if whatever it is wrong gets any worse." Seth could only sigh in defeat.

"Fine, I promise." April half smiled, it was better than nothing.

"Come on you," she said, grabbing his hand. "We have English to attend to."

Seth followed his friend. Today was not going to be much fun.

Dean had just arrived at the school's gates - right on time for class, too - and was patiently waiting to get his timetable for the semester. His hand tapped against his chair..

"Mr Ambrose?"

Dean stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulders and walking towards the older looking lady.

"Here," she said, handing him both his schedule and a map of the school.

"You'll need these," she told him.

Dean thanked the woman before carefully walking off and looking at his timetable.

He looked down at the piece of paper which told him that 10th Grade English first. Why English? It was the one subject he absolutely hated. He sighed and looked up the room number on the map he'd been given. Great it was going to be one of 'those' days.

Seth and April were seated together in the middle of the class room. He knew sitting there wasn't going to work. It didn't matter if he was front, middle or back of the class room: someone would notice Seth, and that meant more homework. He really didn't want this class to end: the longer the class went on the longer he could avoid the snobby kids, even if it was only for a short while.

10 minutes passed and the classroom quickly was filled by students. A man in his early 30s - presumed to be the teacher - also entered the room.. His name was written on the board as 'Mr Andrews.'

"Good morning students, I'm Mr Andrews and I'll be your 10th Grade English teacher for the semester."

Seth was grateful that he seemed friendly enough.

He looked towards April, who nudged him - great, she'd set her sights on him already. Out of the corner of Seth noticed there was another student sitting in the seat next to him. How had he not noticed the boy until now? Seth could only shrug.

The teen had piercing blue eyes. He wore jeans, and a grey hoodie on over the top. He didn't seem at all interested in the countless conversations and interactions the rest of the students were engaged in. He was rather attractive, and Seth's eyes were fixed on the other student. Rather unexpectedly the blue eyes suddenly looked up across to meet Seth's. Seth could feel the crimson burn his on his cheek with embarrassment. He sighed; maybe it would be better if he listened to Mr Andrews again.

"We'll be starting the semester studying Shakespeare." The teacher continued.

Seth did his best to pay attention, but his eyes would occasionally glance over at the new student. There was just something about the teen that intrigued Seth.

After class he said his goodbyes to April, and began heading towards the cafeteria when he was stopped by a group of snobby kids. This wasn't going to end well...

Dean walked into the cafeteria to grab a bite to eat - It was lunch and he was starving – he hadn't eaten since breakfast and opted for his favourite: a burger. The day had gone just as he expected: new school and hardly anyone had spoken to him. It didn't faze Dean in the slightest, he was used to doing things on his own. He began eating his burger as he walked to his next class

As he walked Dean noticed the same boy from his English class. He had brown hair with a small blonde patch and brown eyes and he was quite small. Dean instantly thought he was cute. He frowned noticing that there were three teen boys gathering around him - three boys who were a lot bigger. . The boy looked absolutely vulnerable and petrified.. Dean knew he had to help.

"I'm sorry," Seth pleaded feeling vulnerable.

"Sorry isn't going to get us out of detention!" One of them yelled at Seth, knocking his glasses straight on the ground. The others were smirking. Seth shut his eyes, preparing himself for the worst.

"Why don't you just fuck off and pick on someone your own size?"

The three boys were gobsmacked. Seth looked over to see the boy with those piercing blue eyes from his English class. He felt a mixture of relief and confusion. Why was the teen so eager to help? It's not like anyone had cared in the past. "Oh wait, that's right! You three wouldn't know how to beat up someone your own size." Dean finished smugly. The middle boy, the tallest of the three, let go of Seth as his attention focused on the lone figure in front of him.

"And you'd be the one to prove me wrong?" The older boy asked.

Dean just half smiled. "I could show you, tweedle dee and tweedle dumb over there that you were wrong in my sleep."

The older boy grew more agitated, and Seth became worried once more.

"You've got a lot of nerve Ambrose.."

"Right, and I should be afraid of you why?"

The boy looked irritated but did nothing. "You'll regret this Ambrose." He then looked towards the two other older boys.

"Come on boys, Ambrose and that pipsqueak ain't worth our time." They took off, but not without the older boy aggressively nudging Dean's shoulder. Dean shrugged it off.

"Cowards," he muttered under his breath.

Seth stood stiff, only rubbing his own arm with his hand, other than that he was not able to move even if he wanted to. He still couldn't believe one boy was able to fight off three of the most aggressive boys in the whole school.

"You alright?" Dean asked the younger teen who was clearly still shaken up.

Seth only nodded 'yes' in response.

"They won't give you any hassle, not for a while anyway."

Seth felt a new wave of relief wash over him, he didn't know why but somehow he thought it was safe to trust the older teen.

"Here," Dean said handing Seth his glasses back.

Seth unable to talk, gave a weak smile to show his appreciation. "I'm Dean," he said extending his hand.

Seth used what ounce of strength he had left to speak. "Seth," he finally responded shaking the extended hand. He pulled his hand away not long after, worrying that Dean would notice how sweaty the palm of his hand was getting.

AN: What do you think about this story so far? Please review would be greatly appreciated, also I'll be putting more characters into the next chapter :)