Fight // WWE Dean Ambrose

Chapter 6

Dean stared up at me as he held the waist of a very intoxicated Paige. I feel exhausted, it's been such a long day, and babysitting Paige all night was not exactly what I had in mind for my evening. I wish I could have just gone back to my hotel and rested, this early in my job I really don't need to be messing up and getting drunk, or watching Paige get drunk at least.
He carried a wicked grin across his features, the typical Dean confidence showing almost sends shivers down my spine. I have certainly seen Dean a lot in the past week and I have grown to be sick of him. His arrogance, the fact that he feels like he can do whatever he wants, and he seems to make it a goal of his to piss me off, and annoy me. He doesn't seem to piss me off for the story book reasons, where they are rude to you because they have a crush on you. Dean just seems to have a major problem with me, and I wish I knew why. But I don't know how much longer I can handle dealing with dean.
"Paige, let's go" my gaze still locked with Dean's. Seeing the two of them kissing frightens me. Dean said he's slept with a ton of girls, and I don't want Paige to be "just another girl." Paige is such a nice girl, so loyal and really funny and Dean is definitely not.
"What's the rush? Why don't you let her come back to my house. I'll take care of her, I promise" he is trying to seem innocent and sincere, but he should try harder.
"No way. Paige lets go" she is just sitting on his lap staring at me and giggling. Gosh, why will nobody listen to me and just do what I say!
"No no no. I'm staying right here" Paige dramatically points at the ground with a t satisfied smirk as her words slur out of her mouth. I'm surprised she hasn't passed out from all the alcohol she's consumed.
"Paige, please" I beg, but I am getting extremely frustrated. She giggled as if I had just said the funniest thing in the world.
"No waaayy party pooper, I'll be fine, go home!" She slurs again, and almost falls off Dean's lap, but he holds her securely.
I can't take it anymore. Between Dean taunting me and Paige being so difficult, I'm ready to scream.
"Fine, whatever. I'll see you tomorrow, or today. Whatever." I exclaim angrily, which makes Paige giggle more. Dean is just sitting here watching me with a smirk, not saying anything. He doesn't seem to be drunk, but from what Hunter said earlier about Dean dealing with alcohol, he might just be really good at hiding his intoxication.
I grab my purse and slide it up my shoulder, before walking away from the happy couple and searching for the exit.
A stranger stumbles in front of me, tripping, and throwing his red drink all over my dark jeans. I groan, as he whips his mouth and mumbles something I can't hear.
"Great" I mutter to myself. The club has gradually thinned out, people either moving on to another bar or just leaving, so it's easier to find the red exit sign.
Since it's Friday,lots of drunk souls wander the streets of North Carolina's main party strip. I think... I honestly can't remember where I am, or how to get back to the hotel. I am so exhausted it is hard to think straight. I decide to wait for a taxi and take one of them back. I feel bad for leaving Paige with Dean, but I am so mad at her right now that I do not care. She wouldn't listen to me when I told her to stop drinking, and then she makes me look like a fool for chasing her around all night, like a mom chasing her toddler around a mall.
I stand in the chilly North Carolina night, rubbing my arms together to keep warm, until I can spot a yellow taxi to take me home.
"Hey there" I feel hot breath in my ear, and I can smell the strong sense of liquor through my nostrils. The raspy voice makes me freeze on the spot. From a young age my parents taught me what to do if a drunk guy tries to do something to me, or if a stranger approaches me, but my mind goes blank.
I slowly turn around. I am met with unfamiliar eyes, that are completely bloodshot, and a short rough beard that covers his mouth and chin.
"You are a pretty little thing" he slurs, and moves his face away from mine, so I can finally breathe. His body is sill extremely close to mine, and I feel extremely afraid.
I want to say something, tell him I have a boyfriend, who is 7 feet tall and the strongest man in the world. But I don't. And I can't get the words out. I am frozen.
"Can I buy you a drink? Or we can... We can just head back to my place" he says and laughs in a horse tone. My arms are glued to my side and I must look like a deer in a headlight with wide eyes and a slightly ajar mouth.
"Let's go hunny" he places his hand on my waist and tries to lead me down the street. Suddenly, my senses are knocked back into me and I can speak.
"Stop, let me go" I try to escape his grip, but he grabs ahold of my wrists in one of his hands and grips strongly, no sign of letting go.
"Stop, seriously. Help!" I scream. How are there so many people just walking by, watching this happen to me?! Even sober people walk past, staring, but not helping.
"Shhh shhh" he says, his eyes closed. He is so drunk.
"Help! Ow! Stop it! Somebody please help!" I am calling out whatever I can, while trying to keep my feet planted as he tries to drag me down the streets sidewalk.
"Hey!" I hear a familiar voice call.
"Woah, your in the WWE" the drunken man states. He pulls me out of the grip of the drunken man and pushes him away. He doesn't put up much of a fight towards a WWE superstar. He just turns around and begins walking down the sidewalk, or stumbling that is.
"Thank you" I am so overcome with emotions and thankfulness towards him that I can't help but hug him. He wraps a muscular arm around me and holds me tightly.
"No problem, are you alright?" John asks. I was so thankful that he had come, or else God knows what could have happened.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." My hands are throbbing as blood tries to return to the pressured hands. They are almost white, but they will be fine.
I pull away and he holds my shoulders, looking into my eyes. His nose is bandaged with white tape, but some purple bruises are visible peaking out from the white bandages. I look away from his injuries.
"Did he hurt you? I thought you left with Paige, where is she?" He asks. I remember Paige and Dean in the bar and laugh.
"She's occupied somewhere else" I say, and John seems to catch on to what I really mean. He lets go of my shoulder, but still stays close.
"oh. Well, where are you headed?" He asks.
"I was just waiting for a taxi." I say and he nods.
"Okay, well... Will you be okay by yourself?" He puts his hands into his pockets and takes a step backwards.
I begin to panic. After what just happened, I am not ready to be completely alone yet. I am just too shaken up for him to leave just yet.
"Do you think that... That you could come with me? You know, just until we get back to the hotel? Unless you had plans" I look at the dirty sidewalk, anxiously waiting for his response. I wouldn't put it past him to say no, I mean he did just get attacked by Dean for no reason, and I rejected him earlier. I want to take back my offer and just go home, I seem so needy right now. Why isn't he answering.
I look up from the ground and am met with a smirk. It isn't an evil smirk, or a devilish smirk. It's a sincere smirk, like he finds what I said cute.
"Of course." He says and I am relieved. He doesn't say anything else, he walks over to the curb, sticks out his thumb and waits for a second, until a yellow taxi screeches up beside us and comes to a halt. He needs to teach me how to do that...
"After you" he says and I smile, before opens the door and moves to let me slip inside. John slides in just after me and shuts the door. He tells the driver the name of the hotel all the superstars and divas are staying in, and the car begins to move.
John begins to tell me a story about what happened in the doctors office. He has the power to tell a story really well and make it hilarious. I am laughing the whole time, that I have to hold my stomach, because it hurts. I love how easily he makes the conversation flows. Before I know it, we have arrived back at the hotel. I don't have to ask, John gets out of the car, and pays the driver, before he speeds off.
Shoot. 2 things pop into my mind. First, Nikki Bella. Why is she always the problem... Chicks before ... You know what's. Second, John is coming to my hotel room, alone. I must have given him the wrong idea. Oh my god...
I am in deep trouble...

Authors note:

Heey dudes happy Saturday (or whatever day it is where you are
I have gone back and edited all of my past chapters, added stuff and fixed stuff, so I am much prouder of the chapters. I hope you guys enjoy ! I also added my very fav pic of Dean to the media on the side, so check that out if you want...
Okay I'll shut up and leave
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