requested by - XXanimeseeker22XX
Erin's POV
"You guys did much better today but not to my standards. Niether the wwe. I'll see you all tomorrow at 9:30 am here ready to go." I dismissed them. They all gathered out of the rings and made their way out exhausted, which I liked to see. It showed me they were working.
"Impressive." A voice said. I turned around and looked into the eyes of the lunatic fringe, none other than Dean Ambrose. I watched him not saying a word.
"Loosen up on the poor kids." He insisted. I looked at him as if he had two heads.
"And why would I do that? They came in here too confident and not a bit worried like this is easy. If they dont have it down and ready to go they're going to be taken as a joke. You and I both know that."
"That's where you are right. What are you doing after this?" He asked me. Curiosity appeared over his face and mine.
"Going back to my hotel to sleep. Why?"
"Don't do that. Which one?"
"Marriot."
"I'll see you downstairs at 7. Dress nice." And with that he walked out before I could disagree. I gathered the rest of my things and made my way to my hotel. Once I got there I showered, brushed my teeth white and put on black jeans, a white half shirt with a blazer to go over it, and a pair of my heels. I looked at the time and it was 6:56 pm. I popped a piece of gum in my mouth and grabbed my clutch, walking downstairs.
I sat down outside and waited around for Dean, yet he wasn't here. How could he possibly tell me 7 when he's not even here? I shrugged and decided to wait, and as I did ten minutes went by, along with another twenty. I've called him about 4 times and left him a very angry voicemail, but I'm not sure why I couldn't find myself to get up and leave. I tried again and this time his phone went straight to voicemail. I groaned and shook my head.
"You've wasted my precious time, and usually it's the woman who's supposed to be fashionably late. I don't know what happened to you but just forget about tonight. It's 8:20 and I could have been asleep. Dates are not for you Ambrose." I hung up.
"Date, is it?" I heard a voice. I snapped my head back quickly and looked at him.
"Where the hell have-" I stopped when I saw a large amount of dirt and mud on his pants, along with his messy hair.
"I had a flat tire and my phone died. I didn't mean to stand you up or be late. So I ran, and ran for about 30 minutes and found a store, and they gave me a lift here. I didn't want to disappoint you. I tried to make this perfect but I always fuck it up. I'm sorry." He explained. I came closer to him and laughed.
"So that means I'm forgiven?" He asked with hope. I grabbed him by the collar and kissed him passionately.
"Forgiven you are, Ambrose."
-
I made my students run twice around the building, and I ran with them. As I ran I looked to my left and Dean was running toward me, and he tackled me down in the grass, making me laugh and scream. Him and I had gotten closer the past few months, and I loved it.
"What are you doing here?" I rolled over and sat up.
"You left me last night while I was asleep, so I wanted to make sure I wasn't just your booty call." He said making me laugh.
"Just a little. But no, I had to be here and get them stronger today."
"Doesn't look like it. They're occupied by us." He said before kissing me. I ignored what he said and kissed him back, but soon stopped and turned around, seeing them look at us and laugh.
"Back inside!" I yelled and they smiled before jogging back in.
"Look at you making me lose my focus." I stood up and wiped my pants. He pulled me back down and climbed on top of me.
"That was my goal, darling. How about instead of training them, why don't you train my sometime?" He licked his lips.
"It would be an honor, Ambrose."
-
-
Hope you liked it!
