Starlight - A Seth Rollins Love Story

Chapter 5) Get Out

Star's Point of View

I was in complete shock, all my senses but sight, was clearly taken away. He lightly pushed his way in my room, with his briefcase in hand. I couldn't speak, even as he walked up to me, and put his hand on mine, as he shut the door with both. I couldn't believe he was in here, I thought I made it clear I didn't want to talk to him at the arena, but I guess I wasn't clear enough. Before I could even process it, he had me pressed up against my door, with his lips on mine. Well, there goes my sight, as I closed my eyes. I don't know how long we were there, because I lost everything. I wasn't even sure I was living. My whole body went numb. Hell, I didn't even realize I was kissing back, until I felt his hands pick me up by my thighs, then wrap my legs around him. A second later, he turned us around. When I  realized what was happening, I got a strong odor of alcohol. That explains it. I jumped down, and backed away, then he tripped as he came closer to me, and fell on his ass. I immediately bent down next to him, and put my hand on his stomach.

"Tyler, are you drunk?" I asked, putting my arms around him, to try and pull him up, but couldn't lift him.

"No, yes, no, yes, no, I'm fine," he said, standing up on his own, pushing me away in the process.

He was clearly drunk, I don't know why he just tried lying to me. All I tried doing was help him. I could still feel the tingling on my lips, but I figured I'd ask him where Summer was, maybe I'd be able to find her to come and get him. Kissing him is wrong, I have to remember that.

"Well, which one is it? Where is your girlfriend?" I asked him.

"Yes I am, but Summer, she ain't my girl. She was just a piece of ass," he said, walked over my couch, to lay on it.

I couldn't believe how much his attitude changed. He never seemed the type of guy, to use someone just for a piece of ass. It made me sick, and to think that his lips were just on mine.....

"Get out," I demanded, and walked to the door.

His face fell, as he stood back up, and walked behind me.

"Why?" He asked, and quickly turned around, just to bump into his chest.

Now we were face to face, in the middle of the living room. He quickly wrapped arms around me, and tried to kiss me again, but the alcohol on his breath smelt horrible. Why didn't I notice that smell earlier? Oh yeah, I lost all my damn senses. I put my arm out, to push him away.

"Well, for one, you're drunk Tyler. And two, we're not in high school anymore. You can't just come here, and think I'm gonna make out with you," I told him, as the memories came rushing back again.

Tyler and I would make out every chance we got. We weren't afraid to show our love for one another, but that's in the past, and things have changed.

"You seem to have no problem with it when I first came in, don't give me that bull shit. I got drunk because of you and Ambrose," he slurred.

'Wait, what does Dean have to do with this?' I thought.

"Come on Star, you cant tell me that kiss, in the middle of the ring tonight, and the one we just shared not even two minutes ago, that you didn't feel anything. I know you did, come on Star, let's go and have sex like wild cats, like we used too after football games," he said, trying to pull me back to the couch with him.

I couldn't believe he was acting this way. I mean, I know he's drunk. But, thinking he can just come and sleep with me, like I'm some whore, I don't think so. That was not my style, and he knew it. Maybe that's why it hurt me. I couldn't help, but start crying.