Ruffle | A Rhea Ripley Story | By A.Magpie

Chapter 6 ~ Panic

My head was spinning, all I could focus on was the cool glass in my hands and the voice in my ear.

My manager was calling, lecturing about something, but at 10 am, it was too early for this.

"Have you been online at all? The whole team is working like crazy trying to fix this!" Mel yelled, "You and Kay JUST broke up! Not to mention you're supposed to be going under the radar!" she hissed.

"What on earth are you talking about? Also we broke up MONTHS ago." I said, breathing out uneasily to fight the nausea.

"We know about that party Marilynn, it's all over twitter!"

The kitchen was spinning, I don't even know where Liv is, I haven't seen her since yesterday, and who knows where Rhea went.

"It's too early for me to understand you, I'll check the web and call you back in a few hours."

"Marn-" beep

What on earth was she talking about?

Oh my, I shouldn't've opened instagram.

Right at the top of my screen was a blurry photo of a red head in bright pink combat boots getting carried over the shoulder of a black haired woman.

It felt like I was going to be sick, there's no denying that that's me...Rhea looks less recognizable but her fans are crazy enough to find her.

And I wasn't going to Raw next week because it's in Canada! How am I going to apologise to her, she'd be so mad. No one even knows that I've been living with Liv, let alone hanging out with the whole roster! None of my fans even like wrestling, oh god.

What was I going to do?

Firstly, where's Liv?

"Liv! You home?" I shouted.

Liv grumbled from our sofa, "Don't let me drink tequila and then be THAT loud."

Sooo she's alive at least.

I went and crouched up next to her half asleep body on the couch, "Livvy can I get you anything? Water? A bed?" I said softly

She responded with a quick get out of my face.

"Liv, can I borrow your phone quickly?" I asked, but Liv just grumbled

Looking around, I found her purse strung up next to the door and slipped her phone.

Obviously I don't have Rhea's number, yet.

I opened Liv's messages and started scrolling, assuming that Rhea would be in her recents. But the longer I scrolled the less sure I became, odd.

I weaselled her phone into my bedroom and got cosy at my desk while my heart started beating faster and fast.

Giving up, I searched for Rhea and eventually found her, ignoring their latest messages for privacy.

The dial tone beeps for nearly a minute before Rhea picks up.

"Fucking hell, Liv what do you want?" she groaned.

Did something happen last night that I wasn't aware of? But Rhea was with me all night?

"-uh hey Rhea it's Marilynn, Liv's roommate." I said hesitantly.

Rhea gasped with embarrassment, "'course I remember you birdie, are you alright?"

Is this woman ever not concerned for everyone's well beginning?

"Oh my god I'm so sorry I just saw the photos and so sorry I didn't know they were taking photos and I never use instagram and you must me so angr-"