Rainy Season || R.R {#1}

27. |War|

"What the hell is this, huh?" Dean growls, yanking Roman back.

"Its not what it looks like, bro." Ro shakes his head, holding his hands up.

"OH, ISN'T IT?" I snap, grabbing the woman he was talking to by her hair.

"Wait, THIS IS SETH'S GIRLFRIEND. SERIOUSLY?" I growl, throwing Zahra to the side.

"You're fucked up, man." Dean shakes his head.

"I said its not what it looks like!" Roman growls.

"Seriously? Because I just saw you flirting with Zahra Schreiber. And if I'm not mistaken, at a bar as well." I cross my arms.

"Rose. Babe. Please.. listen." He frowns.

"Tell me the truth, then." I tilt my head, backing away from him.

"I can't tell you." He shakes his head.

"You're a fucking joke." Dean hissed, ushering me out the door in front of him.

"Wait! Stop!" Roman yelled, following us.

"NO. I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR PATHETIC ASS AGAIN. And Zahra? She'll get hers now, too. You've set yourself up for a world of hurt, Roman. If my hand wasn't sewn together, it'd be connecting with your jaw in about 2 seconds." I hiss.

"I got that covered." Dean growls, punching Roman.

He falls to the ground, holding his face in shock.

"Brothers or not, you fucked up." Dean snarls, walking away beside me.

We both get in the car and Dean drives us back towards the hotel.

"I can't believe you hit him." I say, breaking the silence.

"He fucked up. Now he has me to deal with." He growls, turning into the hotel parking lot.

"I'm sorry we didn't get drinks. I shouldn't have said anything." I frown.

"Don't feel bad. I'm not mad about that. What I am mad about is Roman doing that. I know him better than anyone. And him doing that is something I'd NEVER expect from him." He shakes his head as we enter the lobby.

"Hey. What's wrong?" Paige asks, walking up to us.

"Nothing, why?" I sigh.

"Something's wrong, and I'll figure it out." She crosses her arms.

"CAN EVERYONE STOP GETTING IN MY FUCKING BUSINESS?" I growl, stepping into the elevator with Dean.

"I'm done." I roll my eyes as the doors shut.

"She might want to help, but I agree. Fucking chill." Dean sighs, leaning his head against the wall.

"I just want to eat some cookies and watch stupid horror flicks and sleep until I forgot everything that's happened today except hanging out with you." I sigh, resting my head on his arm.

"I'd like the same, Rose. Let's make it happen then." He smiles as the elevator opens.

We get back to the room and I jump onto the bed, sighing into the blankets.

"We'll figure it out. Until then, horror flicks and cookies!" He smiles, tossing me a bag of chocolate chip cookies.

"Where'd you get these?" I ask, looking inside the bag.

"Cena's mom made them." He shrugs, stuffing a cookie in his mouth.

"Works for me." I laugh, biting into a cookie.

He selects Paranormal Activity 3 on Netflix and sits beside me.

"I prefer this over some stupid bar anyways." He says.

"Agreed." I smile.

"Wait a minute." I squint.

"What?" He asks as cookie crumbs fall from his mouth.

"You said Cena's mom made these.." I trail off.

"Mhm." He smiles.

"You stole these from his bag, didn't you!" I laugh.

"No.." He smirks, biting into another cookie.

"You're insane." I grin.

"You love it though." He laughs, returning his attention to the movie.

"Maybe." I shrug, returning my focus to the TV as well.

I felt him look at me and smile.

It's good to have at least one friend in this whole mess.

"When I get back, it's gonna be a fucking cold, painful, merciless battleground." I growl as the movie ends.

"I'm up for a war." He smirks.

"A war you want? A war we'll get." I nod.

"Oh, babe. I'd get a war regardless." He growls, sending chills down my spine.

My throat goes dry as he stares into my eyes.

He smirks and gets up, walking to the bathroom.

"I'm gonna get a shower." He says, waving as he shuts the door.

I sigh and fall back onto the bed.

"A war? It's not even gonna be a fight. I'm winning this." I growl to myself as I stare out the window, watching the city lights.

I'm done messing around. When I return to action, no ones gonna expect the Rose they'll meet.

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AmbROSE SHALL RETURN WITH A FUCKING VENGEANCE. YASS.

LEGGO

I might end up finishing this story tonight and starting the sequel! We shall see. Until then, bitches.

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