Seth Rollins looked at himself in the rear view mirror, making sure his tie was on tightly and correctly. Clutching his messenger bag which contained "tell me about yourself" worksheets, he stepped out of his car and began walking into the unfamiliar high school.

Passing through the sea of students, the two-toned haired man entered the man office of the school. He was greeted with a warm smile by the middle-aged lady at the front desk.

"Hello, welcome to Hillsborough High School. How may I help you?" She asked sweetly.

Good morning, I'm Mr. Rollins, one of the few teachers that got transferred here."

"Ah yes. I assume you are here for an introduction packet of the school?"

Seth nodded and was handed a packet which contained rules, a map of the school, lists of sports, after school programs, and much more. After punching in right on time, Seth left the office and went on search for his classroom. The school map was his best friend at the moment. On his way to his classroom, Seth took a good look at the school. It was way better than the school he used to teach at. Even the students seemed with far more class and maturity.

Turning the corner, Seth was met with what was called a teachers block at that school. It contained three classrooms on one side, and three on the other. There were multiple blocks all over the school and this one so happened to be where his class was located. Looking at the papers clutched his hand, he saw that he had classroom number 204; the middle room on the left hand side. He passed the first classroom, that looked like a math class before stepping into his own.

Seth frowned as he looked around. There were no posters on the wall which made the room look dull. He made a mental note that he would stay after school one of those days and decorate the room.

Sitting down in his chair, Seth removed his messenger bag from over his shoulder and placed it on his desk. He took out all his supplies and put them in place. The two-toned man observed the room more, even though there wasn't much to look at. There was a window behind the desks where he could easily see the people that passed his room to go into the last class which was on his right.

Really curious to know who owned that classroom, Seth left his room momentarily and turned to the right. As he entered the room, he could see different posters for drugs, eating right, and helpful advice to tough situations. This was obviously a health class.

"Can I help you?"

Seth's eyes followed the sound of the raspy voice to the far corner of the room where there was a teacher sitting at his desk. The teacher stood up and approached Seth.

As he got closer, Seth could tell just how attractive the man was. He had dirty blonde/dark brown hair that was a mess. Icy blue eyes and dimples that could be spotted even if he wasn't smiling. He could tell just how in shape the man was by how the tight t-shirt he had on showed off his biceps and pecs. This man was definitely good looking.

"I said, can I help you?" The health teacher asked again. Dean Ambrose smirked as he watched the younger man checking him out. He figured he should return the favor. No doubt, he was pretty. He had big chocolate brown eyes. His hair was two-toned, half blonde, half black. He was much smaller than he was but was still obvious that he worked out to some degree. He was wearing a dress shirt with a tie and also slacks. Dean wanted nothing more than to rip that shirt open and see what this guy had to offer. His eyes snapped up and locked with those of Seth's.

"Umm, I'm sorry. I was just curious as to who had the classroom next to me." Seth swallowed hard. This guy made him extremely nervous. He wasn't sure if it was his good looks or the fact that this guy was checking him out as well. Maybe it was both.

"Oh, you're next door to me? Awesome." Ambrose smiled and Seth nearly collapsed to the carpet floor. That man's smile was perfection.

"Yeah, so you teach health, I see." Seth managed to say as he glanced around the room.

"Yup. What do you teach? I passed by your room earlier and it's completely empty. No posters or anything." Dean sat on the edge of one of his desks, spreading his legs slightly.

"Yeah, I got transferred here so I haven't gotten a chance to really put anything up. I teach history."

"History huh? Nice, but isn't history a tad bit boring?"

"Nah, not to me at least. I actually like it and try to teach it in a different way so students don't get bored and sleep the entire time." Seth smiled and noticed how it immediately affected the older man.

Dammit, Dean wanted to yank that pretty boy close to him, and devour that mouth. He contained himself though and only nodded as he brought his hand up to rub his chin. "So what is your name anyways?"

"S-Seth Rollins." He stuttered.

"I'm Dean Ambrose." He stuck his hand out and once their hands touched, they felt electricity. Reluctantly, Dean pulled away. "Well, it was nice to meet you Seth. I better get settled before the bell rings and students start flying in.

"Yeah, same here. Nice meeting you too." Seth turned on his heel to leave but Dean stopped him by grabbing his arm and spinning him around.

"I hope we can talk again soon." Dean whispered in his ear. The heat could easily be felt in between their bodies. Seth gulped and nodded before leaving and entering his room once again. He sat down behind his desk and tried to adjust himself in his slacks. He hoped Dean hadn't noticed. What a way to start off the first day at this school, and the first day of a very long year ahead.

Authors Note: Good or no? Please review and let me know what you think. Roman will be introduced in the next chapter :)