Typical WWE Fanfic Moments

bad break-ups & straight fuck-ups

BRACE YOURSELVES GUYS THE EPILOGUE IS NEXT
ALSO THE ORDER WAS WRONG SORRY FOR SCARING YOU THE ORDER WAS WRONG AY SORRY SPRRY SORRY

and yes i'm doing a 3am update again what i do for you hoes

QUESTION BEFORE WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SEE IN THE EPILOGUE? WHAT DO YOU EXPECT? TELL ME EVERYTHING AND THEN READ TO SEE THE CHANGE OF YOUR OPINIONS

IT'S A FUN GAME

I SWEAR

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okay okay let's get into it

get ready for the plot twist of your life

okay maybe not

Chapter fourteen - bad break-ups & straight fuck-ups

"I don't need him." Carolina said as she chugged the 10th shot down her throat. She wanted to forget everything, if you didn't figure it out. Stupid baby, stupid life, stupid chicken nuggets she ate 5 minutes ago - oh wait. That wasn't stupid. "Screw this." she added, taking another two shots. "I'm not pregnant." she continued with her rambling at already 20 shots.

Her shots had a simple recipe : her own sorrow, apple juice and fingernails dug through the liquid only to chug them after. To say she was dizzy - nah fam you'll be mad this is Carolina Jambala we're talking about.

She felt like she was about to cry tho. The bar she was in was very crowded, and let's just stay dudes in biker outfits that looked like they hadn't showered in weeks isn't exactly a pleasant view.

She swore she saw her Deano through all of those guys. Well, she could tell him now. It's not like the baby is going anywhere. It's not like she'll let the baby come anywhere. She went outside before. Outside is scary. She came back to Netflix.

"Yo Dean, there's some deanstance between us. Stay there tho here I come."

She made her way to her Dean and sat down. Apparently, he sat on those fancy bench leather thingies.

"What's up Deaniepie." she said cheerily until she noticed it - the lack of charisma, special effects and hairline - oh wait that was just the usual - and she realised. "You're drunk. What the heck did you drink?"

"Like 50 beers." he muttered sloppily without looking at her.

"You're a vagina." Carolina stated. "Why didn't you go full in?"

"Too sad. I cheated."

"I know."

"At bowling."

"Yea I know."

"Behind your back."

"I was there too by the way."

"I'm just so sad. Idk man. I think I wanna break up."

"Y-you what?" she gasped.

"Yep. Too sad. Bye now." he murmured the last words before falling asleep. She knew what she had to do to attract his attention. He couldn't help it anyways and she knew that.

She sashayed her hips or whatever to the next table, where a big buff muscular dude was staying. She knew the dude was the one.

"Yo. Beat me up." she shouted over the diddly darn indie shit that was playing in the bar.

The man looked at her as if she grown 4 bra sizes in one second. "Now young lady, why would we do such thing?" he asked, adjusting his fedora.

"I'll give you 40 bucks."