Rule Breaker (Rhea Ripley)

Candy's date

Rhea; You've got a crush on me.

Y/n; Excuse me?

Rhea; You heard me.

Y/n; You're way off. I don't have a crush on you.

Rhea; I've seen the signs, you don't have to deny it.

Y/n; I know you want me to want you but what signs are you talking about?

Rhea; You told your friends I'm hot, you were spying on my date with Liv, and now you sneak around at my job. You're really attractive, Y/n, but we can't do this.

Y/n; You think I'm attractive? And we can't do what, exactly?

Rhea; Of course you are, and you know what I'm talking about.

Y/n; I knew you've been checking me out but I've got to go now.

Rhea; What?

Y/n; Candy's dad works here. We're here because she needs money to go shopping.

Rhea; Oh.

Y/n; Don't you feel stupid now, huh? I'll see you at home.

*Rhea face Palm as y/n walks away and walks were candy is*

Candy; Where were you? I told you I'd be back in a minute.

Y/n; I saw a cute dog and I had to pet it.

Candy; Seriously? How old are you? Five?

Y/n; What? I like animals, sue me. Come on let's go shopping.

***Time skip, Candy and y/n are in the mall looking for a new outfit for candy's date***

Candy; I can't wait to wear my new dress tonight!

Y/n; I bet he's going to love it.

Candy; I'm so excited about this blind date! Now there's one more place we need to go.

Y/n; Food court?

Candy; No, silly. We're going to buy lingerie.

***Time skip again, y/n was already home she was in her bedroom and Rhea knocked on the door and walked inside y/n's room***

Y/n; Wow, you've learned how to knock. Amazing.

Rhea; I brought pizza, you want some?

Y/n; Um, obviously.

Rhea; How was shopping with candy?

Y/n; It would have been better if you were there.

Rhea; Did you buy anything nice?

Y/n; Yeah, I found a cute dress.

Rhea; Can I see it?

*Before y/n could say anything else Rhea goes through y/n's shopping bag*

Y/n; I know it's hard but try to resist your urges to peek while I change.

Rhea; This doesn't look like a dress.

*Rhea took out y/n's bra from her shopping bag*

Y/n; Put it back!

Rhea; You don't have to be embarrassed.

Y/n; I'm not. I just don't like you touching my underwear. That's kind of personal, don't you think?

Rhea; You're right. You know what? I'll let you touch mine. That way we're even.

Y/n; That's how it starts. Touching your underwear and then other spots on your body...

Rhea; I'm just messing with you! I didn't know there was going to be a bra in there. I'll stay out of your shopping bags from now on.