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Pete Dunne┊untitled┊ chapter two

          Note: I literally just got into Pete Dunne not so long ago. And this idea sort of came to me, so I���m going with it? I pray to the gods of writing I do not massively fuck this up and if I have I am so very, very sorry. This is actually going to be a few parts, and now we have the actual ( and sort of awkward)  date.. The third one, I’m not sure yet. Still working on it. Anyway, again apologies if it sucks. - Love, Amber.

PS.. If anyone has a title suggestion, gimme. I literally gave myself a headache trying to think of one. And this story is gonna be angsty a little bit, and it deals loosely with like... toxic relationships ( in Jen’s past) and the damages they can do to a person, ( Jen’s insecurities/behaviors.) So yeah.. Angst and fluff and smut, oh my.

chapter one <<

Tagging: @alexablss, I love you and you’re so amazing for all your input so far. Also, I wanna thank everyone who’s reblogged/commented so far. Honestly, I thought people would hate it.

                                                      { later that night} I'd been pacing for at least an hour, tops. Charlotte was cracking up as she watched me doing what I do best, tormenting myself. I hadn't even realized that it was time for Pete to show up and pick me up.

"Wish me luck?" I gave her a quizzical look as I grabbed the shoes and slid them onto my feet. Charlotte, of course, threw open the door and jokingly told Pete that if he didn't get me back to her unharmed, by midnight, then something might mysteriously happen to his singlet. Then she folllowed that up with a laugh, "Just kidding, Pete.. But if you hurt her.. There will be consequences. We're clear?"

"Crystal." Pete looked not even a little fazed by the vague threat my very overprotective best friend made and I cleared my throat, looking up at Charlotte. "We'll be good mom, I swear."

"No, don't do that. You always do that.. I want you to be a little bad tonight." Charlotte gave me a wink and then shooed me towards the door when I felt my skin heating all over. Pete was chuckling and once the door was shut behind us, I asked him what was so funny.

"Do I really scare ya that bad?" "No, I just.. I don't go out with guys I don't know." "I figured as much. Look, I can promise ya I'm not a serial killer." he flashed this softer smirk at me as he pushed down on the button at the elevator and I gasped a little when I felt him brush against me from behind.

"Relax." his breath was warm against my ear, and the sound of his voice.. It relaxed me somehow, I swear to God, despite my not even knowing anything about him beyond his name and that he was on the NXT brand and potentially about to become main roster according to Charlotte and her friends Becky and Bayley.

And Dana, she'd told me Pete was a serial dater, that he had the reputation of being a bit of a flirt. Or so she'd heard. That she only knew that for the most part, if he wasn't talking to Tyler, a friend of his, he mostly kept to himself.

Which was a contradiction in itself, but it definitely had me curious. "I'm trying." I found myself mumbling back, our eyes meeting in the chrome doors of the elevator just before those door slid open and with his hand on the small of my back, we stepped inside. "If you don't want to do this.." he purred, his breath against my bare neck again making me bite my lip, bite back a low whimper. I spent about a second mentally kicking myself for not just throwing myself into this and seeing what might happen and then I decided…

I need to loosen up. And tonight, I'm going to start.

I turned and found myself pressed against him because the elevator came to a sudden and jerky stop. He steadied me and chuckled. "There it is again."

"What?" "The way you blush." he started, our eyes meeting, not breaking for a second. I could literally feel the air leaving the small space we were standing in. His hands slid down to my hips and I felt my teeth pull at my lower lip. He was leaning in a little closer now. His hand raised, leaving my hip and going to my hair. He tucked the strand behind my ear.

The door to the elevator slid open and more people stepped on, forcing us a little closer together. I swallowed hard and worked on my nerve. Finally, I raised to tiptoe, using his tie to tug him down closer to my lips and mumbled directly into his, "I wanted to do this. I just don't get why you wanted me to be your date tonight…"

"Because when I saw you in the lobby with Charlotte on Monday, I saw something I wanted." he pulled me closer to him, our lips were brushing with each word we spoke. I knew the other people on the lift were staring uncomfortably and yet I didn't care.

"Me?" I pointed to myself, the shock on my face obvious. I still wasn't sure what about me caught his attention or if this was all leading up to some sort of practical joke, but I did know that he was stirring things up in me. I could feel myself loosening up a little more.

"Yes you. Don't seem so shocked." Pete muttered back, capturing the hand I'd been pointing at myself with in his hand and raising my hand to his lips, brushing his lips against my hand. I felt my knees weakening and then the elevator was opening in the lobby and there were a lot of people milling around, dressed up, apparently all heading to the same place as we were. "Fuck." I muttered and Pete chuckled and whispered against my ear, "What?"

"I'm not.. Crowds.. I don't do well in them." "Relax." and there it was again, that tone that relaxed me before. I felt it happening again and instead of spending all my time questioning it, for once I just let go. We made our way out to the parking lot finally and the coolness in the air had me shivering. "Cold?"

"A little bit." I admitted, smiling to myself a little when he moved closer to me and slid his jacket over my shoulders. There's something about him.. Despite every mixed rumor I've heard about him, I get this feeling that he's a private person, that stuff like tonight just might be as huge for him as it is for me. I didn't know what to make of it, really. It felt good, being with him. I didn't feel like I had to pretend to be everything but I really was for the first time in a really long time. Like all my quirks and my flaws, the very things that had driven my ex Michael away, they weren't even an issue to Pete.. And he barely knew me.

{ that's just an affirmation of what Charlotte and her father were always telling you about Michael. He really was a prick and maybe he didn't deserve you after all… But you better be careful. Don't go falling head over heels with Pete, either.} I thought to myself as Pete opened the door to let me get into the car, his eyes roaming over me as I lowered myself into the seat and the slit in the dress revealed almost all of my leg. He bit his lip and I could have sworn I heard him groan quietly.

Once we were in the car, his arm went around me and he pulled me closer. We'd just gotten to the actual ceremony and into our seats when Charlotte found me and sat down, whispered into my ear, "How's it going? He's behaving, right?"

"Yeah." I whispered back. "There's an afterparty at Nikki's.. You've got to go, okay?" she was giving me the pleading face and Pete spoke up, "We might stop by."

"You better." Charlotte gave him a pretend smug grin and then I laughed softly. "She's like the big sister I never had?" I explained and he nodded. "It's okay." he answered, eyeing me for a few seconds before asking, "Why do you sound like you're apologizing for literally everything you do or say?"

"I don't know.." I trailed off, worried that somehow, my stupid insecurity, my overall feeling that I'd mess this up before it even got to the good part was actually going to happen now and I had just done that. Instead, his arm slipped around me and he leaned in, whispered in my ear, "You don't have to. If I didn't want to be here, with you, I wouldn't. No one ever makes me do something I don't wanna."

I nodded, giving him a reassuring grin and I did feel a little better at hearing the words. The ceremony seemed like it flew by and before I knew it, we were getting in the car and I surprised myself when I admitted out loud, "I'm honestly not a fan of really big parties."

"Me either." he answered, flashing a smirk as he put something into the GPS and then turned off on another street. I eyed him and he smirked and laughed. "Uh uh. No peeking." When we stopped in front of this nearly abandoned café, I couldn't help but laugh softly. "Are they even still open?"

"Light's on. They better be, I'm starved." Pete said as he got out, coming around and letting me out. Our eyes met again and I bit my lip, smiling a little. We walked into the café, taking a back booth. I was sitting across from him and I slid my shoes off, giving a relaxed sigh as I told him "So glad these shoes are off. I spent over half the night afraid I would fall or cause some kind of massive fuck up."

He eyed me, looking like he wanted to laugh and I explained to him what happened to Charlotte and I on the night of our senior prom when we were in high school. He told me about some of his less than amazing moments while wrestling and our food came. He dug in, grimacing at the cheeseburger I'd ordered. I raised a brow and he explained through a mouth full of salad, "I'm vegan."

"You're vegan.." I repeated it, definitely curious about him now, because I just assumed that like most men, he'd order half the menu items that had faces.. It also suddenly made me feel bad about eating my burger in front of him. When I sat it down, he shook his head. "You can eat it. It's not like it bothers me."

"I just.. Nevermind." I quickly realized that I was doing it again, the apologizing thing that I learned to do frequently whenever someone didn't like something I did or said. After doing it so long, it turns out, it was a harder habit to break than I thought. And again, Pete asked me about it.

{ might as well tell him what a walking emotional disaster you are now.. Before you're dumb enough to get too attached.} and with that thought, I took a deep breath and I did something I've only done twice in my life.. I told him everything.. From the way my parents were to my most recent breakup and exactly why we'd broken up. I figured that he'd be signalling for the check when I finished with a long pause during which I took a long sip of my soda, but to my surprise, he looked at me thoughtfully.

I bit my lip and the silence that followed my whole 'story' couldn't have been any more awkward if I tried to make it so. Finally, thinking I'd bow out with a little class, I put on this big show of being tired.

Surprised me when he saw right through it. "So now you'll what? Run?" he asked, his eyes pinning mine in a penetrating look. I shrugged and then looked at my hands… " Do you really want to go back to the hotel?"

{tell him yes. You know what'll happen because like an idiot, you told him everything that makes you weak. He knows now that you're pathetic and gullible. At least have the good sense to leave now before you really can't… What if he's like Michael all over again? Or your mother? Or what if he's using you.. C'mon, it is a little fishy that he actually wanted to take you out on a date.}

It's messed up when you can't enjoy a situation for what it is without waiting on the other shoe to drop. But, when you've gotten so used to doing it, it's second nature.

"Well?" he asked the question again. I took a deep breath. "No.. But I…"

He shook his head. "So we'll drive around. If that's what you want." his eyes fixed on me again and I bit my lip. In my mind, I was already seeing just how big of a disaster this could become, but then, I heard Charlotte's sort of pep talk from earlier.

And oddly enough, I took the risk. "Yeah. I'd like that.. I've never been here before and unlike you guys, I don't get to travel a whole lot." I admitted, giving my best smile, letting him pull me up from the booth at the diner. I think by the time I got back to the hotel, it was already 2 am and we'd stopped for drinks in the hotel bar.

"I had a really good time tonight." I smiled, and catching myself -- and him, totally by surprise, I raised to tiptoe, pressing myself completely against him, and I pulled him into a kiss. His hands found mine, pinning them against the door as he deepened the kiss and really pressed his body into mine, mumbling into my mouth, "Doesn't have to be over."

"It doesn't but.." I looked up at him as the kiss broke. Biting my lip, I tried to catch the breath his kisses stole and once I'd done that, I tried to totally pull myself together. It's harder to do when he's still pressing into me, his hands all over me and he's saying these nice things, things I've always wanted to hear and people always seem to say and never mean. I pulled his lips back against mine and threaded my fingers through his hair, earning this low and seductive growl from him as he stopped everything to look at me, trailing a thumb across my kiss swollen lower lip. "But you're right." Pete muttered quietly.

{ IDIOT! YOU WANTED HIM! WHY THE FUCK COULD YOU NOT JUST LET IT HAPPEN?}

"I'll see you around." I gave him a smile, trying my best to actually be positive and not let the negative thoughts in my head right then weigh me down and take away from the way the night had been really good, tainting it or spoiling it, both things I seemed to be so damn good at doing.

"Are you busy tomorrow? I just 'ave to go to the gym, but after.." Pete asked me and I bit my lip, shaking my head. "All I was going to do was go sight seeing a little before I have to pack and get ready for my flight out at the end of the week." I admitted and Pete gave a smirk.

He leaned in, his hands gliding down my body, gripping my hips as he pulled me into another kiss and then disappeared onto the elevator.