A/N: Yeah I know, I shouldn't even be making this, but I couldn't resist. I've been obsessed with Britney Spears' song, "Criminal" and well, ever since I heard it on her album, I've envisioned the video in my head differently. I figured since the video is nothing like I imagined, I would write it out in some way. This is going to be a three-shot, well when I update when I can. Here's the first chapter, let me know you think :)

THE MEETING

Another event for me and I find myself just not enjoying myself. We're at my boyfriend's annual Christmas party, where he's celebrating the Holiday with many of the townspeople, friends and family. Mike, or Miz as he is sometimes referred to, has been my boyfriend for the past three years. He's the Mayor of Cleveland and knows pretty much everybody in town. I guess you could say, he's very popular and the people love him.

How'd I meet him? Well, I lived in Los Angeles for five years, wanting to pursue my dream of being a photographer and I figured there would be many opportunities there. One night I was given an offer to photograph an event that was taking place and of course, I couldn't pass this up and accepted it. Apparently, Mike knew the person hosting the event and was invited. I had bumped into him, being that I was a little nervous and found the atmosphere a bit hectic, he noticed and just introduced himself; we hit it off from there. After the event was over, I spent most of my night talking to him and really getting to know him. As months flew by, he came to LA every chance he could and we became an official couple about six months later.

The first year together was amazing. Mike would do everything for me, we'd go out to fancy dinners, take weekend trips to different locations, go to plays, concerts, events, etc...it was exciting. That was our first year, now…things have changed. I moved in with him and it's different now. He's always at the office and when he isn't, we have all these events to go to, which is the only time that he even bothers to show me off and mention me, when he wants to anyway. After a while, it can get to you. I just need some sort of….excitement in my life.

Excusing myself from the party for a moment, I headed to the bathroom and just had a moment to myself, enjoying the quiet and regrouping. Fixing my hair a bit, I headed back out and was pulled aside by Mike.

"Look I know you're bored, but would it kill you to look happy for a couple of hours?"

I wanted to roll my eyes and go off, but no, can't do that to the precious Mayor.

"I'm sorry honey." I apologized. "I just don't feel very well; I must be coming down with something." I lied.

He looked at me and sighed.

"Well then go home and get some rest. We can't get everybody sick. I'll be home later on, just catch a ride or something."

So much for my caring boyfriend.

"Sounds good." I nodded as I went to kiss his cheek.

Mike moved away slightly.

"Not when you're sick. Make sure you sleep in the guest room tonight."

I sighed and nodded, grabbing my clutch and heading outside.

It's been a while since I've been out here, waiting for the limo service to pick me up. Sometimes, I don't know why Mike hires them. As I was messing around with my phone, I heard some noise next to me, glanced over and noticed a man throwing out some garbage; he must be working the event tonight. Funny thing is he noticed me too and sent me a small smirk; I turned my head avoiding eye contact, since I was embarrassed from being caught staring.

"You know, it's not a good idea to stand out here in the cold, when it's starting to snow." he said as he approached me.

Nodding a bit, I let a small laugh escape my lips.

"I know, but I'm waiting for my ride, so I'll be okay once they get here." I replied as he nodded.

"Well, I just finished my shift tonight." he said. "If you want, I can give you a ride or something. I mean, if you trust a stranger." he smirked.

I bit my lip and glanced over, looking over at the window where I saw Mike just chatting away. Not like he'd care.

"Okay, sure. That'd be great." I smiled. "Limo people are taking forever anyway."

He took his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his car doors. "I've gotta stop by my place really quick, then I'll drop you off. You mind?"

It's not like I was in a rush to go home, because I'd be in the guest room, since I'm "sick" and I would be ignored. Honestly, I didn't even want to go home at this point.

"Not at all." I shook my head. "Do what you have to do."

The man smirked a bit and let me in his car, then went into the driver's side, starting the ignition. "Put on your seatbelt, it's gonna be a bumpy ride." he joked with a small smirk.

That smirk…it was sexy and I found this man insanely attractive. I think I'm going to be in trouble.

During the car ride, we talked a lot and I learned a little bit about Phil. First off, he prefers to be called Punk, something about it being his nickname growing up and how it just stuck. He's also Straight Edge, doesn't drink, smoke or do drugs. Also, he is a professional wrestler, which I thought was really cool. It's definitely something different and sounds like something great to do. He's been living in Cleveland for about a month now, since most of the shows he wrestles in, are in town. We finally made it to his apartment building and then we headed up to his apartment. He unlocked the door, letting me step inside first.

"Uh, place is fucked up, so sorry about that." he told me.

"It's fine." I said as I shook my head.

Punk went to his kitchen and messed around with stuff, I'm assuming some mail on his table or whatever. As he was doing that, I started to look around, noticing the many photos he had and some titles. From what I could see, he was very accomplished and knew many people from wrestling.

"Want something to eat? All I've got is….leftover pizza." he said as he warmed up a slice for himself.

Looking over at him, I shook my head with a small smile.

"I'm fine, thanks."

He shrugged and went on with his business.

"So uh, how long have you been wrestling?"

"About five years now. I plan on making it big."

I nodded, "Pretty confident in yourself."

"In this business, you have to be."

"I guess so." I shrugged.

Punk walked over towards me. "So, what about you? You're dating the Mayor, having all these privileges and shit, dream come true?"

That made me snort. It's what everybody would think.

"Not really." I admitted. "I'm more like an object around him. There's…no excitement anymore, well when I'm with him anyway. I'm no longer happy."

"Shame." he said as I smiled a bit and continued to look around.

The next thing I knew, I heard him get up and walk over towards me. Punk turned me around to face him, slowly backing me up against the wall.

"It's a shame because he doesn't know what he's missing out on. From what I've learned tonight, you've done everything for him and he's been treating you like shit. You deserve so much better."

"Oh?" I whispered as I looked up at him. "Then tell me, what or who do I deserve?"

Punk bit down on his lip in thought. "Me." he said brushing some hair behind my ear, then he leaned down and kissed me.

I had kissed Punk back almost immediately, not even thinking it over. I wanted excitement, well here it was. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, I started to roll it up to take it off of him and he let me; throwing it aside once it was off. Punk lifted me up, letting my legs wrap around his waist as he put me on his bed, hovering over me.

Here is where Phil Brooks has enters my life.

A/N: This isn't exactly how I pictured it going about, but it was close enough. So, what do you think? Keep it or trash it?