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Dean Ambrose made his way through the halls on his first day of junior year. He could tell you exactly just how much he hated this school and all the other assholes in it. In fact, just last year he had gotten suspended for telling the principal, Mr. McMahon just how much of a shithole he thought this school was.
His eyes skimmed the kids at their lockers. He watched as some of them fumbled with their locks. “Must be freshmen,” he thought to himself as he made it to his own locker, opening it on the first try.
He dropped his singular binder and notebook inside before slamming the door shut. He wasn’t the kind to carry around many books. He didn’t think there was a need for them, or for school in general. It did save him from his hellacious home life though.
His mom had gotten a new man last week, and needless to say, he wasn’t any better than any other guy she brought home. Dean could tell by the smell of stale alcohol that radiated off of the new one, who’s name Dean didn’t bother to remember. He regarded him as asshole number 11, not to his face though. He didn’t dare talk down to any one of the guys his mom brought home after number 4. Now he was a nightmare. Anytime Dean stepped out of line, or even opened his mouth, he’d beat the boy until he could hardly walk. Dean couldn’t tell you how many days of school he missed in order to let his bruises heal. If the teachers had seen, he’d be in even more trouble with number 4 than he could handle.
He let out a sigh, dismissing the thoughts from his mind as he pushed through the crowd of people surrounding the lockers. When would people learn to get the fuck out of the way? Did no one know how to walk anymore? He grunted as he gave a particularly hard push, almost instantly regretting it when the small body went flying face first into a locker door.
“Aw fuck kid, I.. I’m sorry,” Dean stopped dead in his tracks, staring down at the kid nervously.
“It’s okay,” came the faint reply.
“You sure? Let me help you..” Dean insisted as he held his hand out. The smaller boy slowly looked up at him, and damn, his eyes put a baby deer’s to shame.
The baby brown eyes gazed into his electric blue ones as he slowly took Dean’s hand. Dean gently helped him up instead of focusing on how soft the kid’s hand felt against his own calloused one, or how perfectly it fit into his own, or even how the tight black jeans he was wearing hugged his ass so perfectly..
“Knock it off Dean,” he mentally scolded himself. “You don’t like guys.”
He knew he was lying to himself, he truly was. For as long as Dean could remember, he never was particularly interested in females. Sure, he appreciated them and thought them to be beautiful, but they didn’t seem to help him get it up. He found this out the hard way back in freshman year when he went to hook up with one of the hottest girls in his grade, Nikki Bella. Seeing her naked had definitely peaked his interest, but not enough for him to even get a little hard. The whole thing was a major disaster that Nikki never let him live down. She had even went as far as to tell all her girlfriends, who had giggled for weeks anytime they seen him.
After some time, everyone had finally started to leave him alone, which he thanked god for. In the meantime, after the incident, he had decided to experiment with himself a bit. So he saved up his money and had an older friend of his buy him a magazine. The first night he took it home, he slipped it out from under his pillow after he had excused himself to bed for the night. He had found that his body was much more reactive to the pictures of the males.
Ever since then, he knew deep down that he was gay. He never acted on it though, considering half of his class already teased him. It was better off this way. His business was his business after all.
His eyes focused in on the younger boy’s face once again. He watched as he pushed his thick, black rimmed glasses back up his nose, before brushing the dust off his long black sleeves of his shirt. He gently brushed some curls out of his face before he looked back to Dean, catching him staring not so secretly.
“I’m so sorry again.. uh.. what’s your name?” Dean asked, a blush creeping up into his cheeks.
“It’s Seth.. Seth Rollins,” the boy, Seth, had explained.
“I’m sorry Seth, I should be a bit more careful of my actions,” Dean said, a wave of sincerity washing over him. “I’m Dean by the way.”
“Its okay, no harm done.. Dean,”Seth said quietly as he hugged his books closer to his chest. Dean couldn’t help but crack a small smile at the boy. He was so shy, and Dean couldn’t help but find it adorable.
“I uh.. I should get going,” a small voice said, breaking Dean from his thoughts. “I don’t want to be late on my first day..”
“Oh yeah, sorry again Seth. Maybe I’ll see you around?” Dean asked, feeling hopeful.
“Um.. yeah, sure,” he had said a bit awkwardly, as if he wanted to run far away from Dean to hide.
“Awesome,” Dean smiled softly at the brunette, trying to ease him of his discomfort a bit.
He watched as Seth walked away, slipping his earbuds in his ears. He kept his head down as he disappeared down the hall. Dean couldn’t help but let his eyes wander down a bit, and he wasn’t disappointed. The kid had a very perky ass..
“Jesus Christ Ambrose, can’t you keep your eyes to yourself?” A shrill laugh brought Dean back to his senses. His eyes locked with Nikki’s as a small snarl was heard.
“We get that you’re a dog Dean, no need to growl at us,” she laughed obnoxiously as her twin sister, Brie, and their boyfriends, Nick and Bryan, joined in.
“Don’t act like we didn’t just see you eyeing up the new kids ass Dean. I bet if he didn’t walk away, you would’ve jumped his leg just like the dog you are,” Nick spit in his direction, and oh how Dean wanted to rip the stupid bleach blonde bun off the top of his head.
“That’s even if he can get his one inch wonder up,” Brie laughed, making everyone else in their little group erupt with laughter. Nikki was the next to open her mouth after their laughing died down a little.
“What makes you think someone like him would want someone like you? You’re nothing but trash just like your whore of a mother,” Nikki said coldly.
“Keep it together Dean, just keep it together,” he argued with himself inside his mind. Getting into a fight on the first day of school was not something he needed to be doing, especially since it was a girl. It wasn’t worth the trouble. He was better than them.
He bit his tongue as he turned and slowly walked away, ignoring the taunts and names thrown at him.
Boy was this going to be a long year.
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Seth didn’t think his day could get any worse, but just like always, it felt like the universe was against him. Just as he was standing there, waiting for a few people to move so he could get to his locker, he felt a shove from behind. Being as scrawny as he was, Seth went flying face first into his locker before he hit the ground. It was only his first day at a new school and he was already being pushed around.
All he had to say was at least the kid apologized. For someone who had just laid him out, he was surprisingly nice, which scared Seth a bit. Anytime someone was nice to him, he always found a way to fuck things up.
The boy, who Seth learned was named Dean, had apologized profusely and even helped Seth get back to his feet. He couldn’t help but gaze into the electric blue eyes that Dean possessed. They were nothing short of beautiful. Dean in general was a very handsome guy. Messy auburn curls covered his head, hanging down into his eyes a bit. He had full, and very kissable lips, along with unmistakable dimples. A plain black shirt covered his chest, along with a pair of baggy jeans and a black belt to hold them up. If Seth wasn’t so awkward and had just a little bit of confidence, he may have actually made a better effort to talk to him. Instead, he politely dismissed him and ran for the hills.
It was nothing he could help. His social anxiety came along with his other personal problems. The problems that were caused by one of the biggest jocks in his old school. If he would’ve just left Seth be, he wouldn’t be here right now. It was the main reason why he and his family left the state of Iowa to move all the way to Cincinnati. Being the new kid really didn’t help with any of this at all. In fact, Seth thought it made things worse on top of everything else.
By the time he sat down in first period history class, his heart was hammering in his chest. He slowly tried to calm his breathing, panicking a bit when it just wouldn’t slow. He half contemplated calling his mom to have her come pick him up. She had told him before he left that if he needed anything at all, or felt like he needed to come home, she’d be right there to get him. He knew if he did though, his dad would only tell him to man up instead of acting like a child.
He hated that they made him come here. He thought that cyber was a better off choice for him since he dealt with so many problems at his last school, but his therapist thought differently. She thought it would be better for Seth to attend public school again, to get to be around other kids. For Seth though, it only made his anxiety spike. All he wanted was to be wrapped up under his blankets, where nothing and no one could hurt him.
The whole day didn’t go by any faster. I only dragged, and dragged. Seth didn’t see Dean again the rest of the day, but that was partly because he was avoiding pretty much everyone.
After he got off the bus, he bolted down the street to his house. The black Honda Civic that his mom drove wasn’t in its spot, which told Seth that maybe she went to the grocery store. That was fine, Seth wanted some time alone anyway.
He walked inside and kicked his shoes off, dropping his bag by the door before he ran up to his room. One quick look in his brother’s room had also alerted him that he too, wasn’t home. Even better.
Seth slipped inside his room and locked the door behind him. All he needed was five minutes.. He dug through a box that he had yet to unpack, searching for his little box. The little box that held his one true friend.
His eyes lit up as the small velvet box came into view. He pulled it out, feeling the material soft against his skin. He smiled a little to himself as he popped it open, revealing his blade.
Seth knew it was risky to do this type of thing for many reasons. One because his mom could walk in any moment and decide to send him straight back to the looney bin. Two because something could go wrong. Seth didn’t really care though.
He stood up and popped the button on his jeans, squirming out of them. He rolled his briefs up a bit, revealing the other cuts that he made just two days ago. His hands didn’t tremble as he added two new, and deep cuts to the bronze skin. A small sigh slipped out of his lips as he watched the blood bubble up and begin to run down his leg.
He made sure to carefully clean them up before pulling on a pair of sweatpants. The sting he felt didn’t sting as much as the pain he felt when Jason forced himself inside of Seth on that fateful night. Seth didn’t think ANYTHING could hurt as much as that did. Not even colliding with those lockers, and Dean Ambrose himself, could even compare.