Shivers * WWE Fanfic

02

I'm laying on my bed when there's a knock on my door. I get up surprised because hardly no one comes to see me. Like ever.

When I open the door I see a bubbly Paige at my door. "Hey lovely!" She says as she walks in and sits on my bed.

"Um, hey Paige." I say as I close the door behind her. She's wearing a crop top and short shorts. Her makeup is all done and here I am looking like I just woke up.

"Why aren't you ready?" She asks as she looks at me from head to toe. "For what?" I ask. She makes a face, "Oh please! To the club. Everyone always goes. Come on."

"Paige I'm really not..." a party person.  "Come on! Don't be so boring." She says as she gets up from the bed. "Me? Boring? What?" I ask as she holds up a book from my nightstand.

"The Fault in Our Stars? You read? See that's boring." She says putting it back down. "What's wrong with reading?" I ask defensively as I grab my book and hide it under my pillow.

"Nothing. It's just something old people do. You're not old. So you should be out in the club tweeting on some guy." She says as she literally starts twerking.

"I don't... um. I don't know how to do the twerking." I reply awkwardly scratching my head. "Then you shall learn. Come on." She starts digging through my bag and pulls out my clothes.

"I don't really want to go." I say as she throws my clothes on the floor. "Ugh. What is this? No offense but these are horrible for a club." She says as she holds up my converse.

"I like them a lot." I reply snatching them away. "I think I have a dress for you. Come to my room." She grabs my hand and closes the door behind.

"Paige. I really don't want to go. I need some sleep because I might have a match on Smackdown tomorrow and well-"

"I think the red dress will look lovely on you." She says as we walk in her room which is freezing cold.

I'm really starting to think Paige is secretly a vampire. I mean she's pale, likes red, and her room is freezing?

"I don't think I can fit this." I say grabbing the thin fabric. "Of course you can. Listen, I'll get you a date over there okay? No need to worry."

"I don't want a date though." I say biting my lip. Paige frowns. She's trying so hard to be friendly. Something people don't try often.

So I fake a smile. "Okay." She immediately grins. "Yes! You're going to be popping when I'm done with you."

"Popping? What?" She rolls hers eyes and chuckles. "Forget it just put on the dress."

•••

I'm really starting to think this is a horrible idea. As soon as I step out of Sami's car I regret wearing these awful red heels Paige let me borrow.

I'm not a makeup, dress, heels type of girl. I'm a ponytail, jean, t-shirt, converse type of girl. Paige throws her arms around Sami who whispers something in her ear.

They start walking ahead and I'm struggling to keep up. My feet ache terribly every time I step on them. How can girls wear this everyday? I don't understand.

I can't even see right because Paige made me take off my glasses. She said I look hotter without them. I didn't even get a chance to put on my contacts or anything.

"Come Aj!" Paige screams. I hurry behind her as we approach a counter. After paying to get in we enter a big place. There's tons of lights everywhere, loud music, and people all over each other.

I'm looking around to see if I see Randy around. Of course Randy Orton has to come to clubs. He's just one of those guys. Plus Paige said everyone comes to this. Everyone but me of course.

"Ah! I haven't forgotten about you dear. I texted your dance partner so he can come meet us." Paige says with a wink.

My eyes widen. "You were serious?" I ask screaming over the music. "Of course I was!" She says as she begins to dance with Sami.

They quickly start a make out session and I have to look away. I'm staring at my swollen feet when I hear a voice.

"No way! Twinkie is my date?" That voice I will forever recognize it. I look up and roll my eyes as I see a smiling Dean Ambrose. He's wearing the usual. Shirt, leather jacket, jeans and boots.

"I'm not your date." I reply as he grins. "Well according to Paige you are my date pookie." He drinks out of his cup and I look at him in disgust.

Not only is he a jerk but he's really annoying. He constantly picks on me. He never says my name right, he calls me stupid nicknames, and he's always got that stupid grin on his face.

"Ah please." I say walking away to take a seat at a bar stand. Not because I want to drink but because my feel are killing me.

"Don't flatter yourself poopsie woopsie. I don't want to be your date." He says. The bartender approaches me and asks if I want to drink something.

"Water please." I reply and Dean scoffs. "Then why are you here?" I ask feeling my anger rise. "Because I'm waiting on someone. Might as well entertain myself."

He smirks and I look away rolling my eyes once again. He's so, so, so... ugh. The bartender hands me a cup with clear liquid.

I first sniff it to see if it's water. After I'm sure it's water I take a sip. When I put my glass down I see a red stain on the cup.

It's the lipstick Paige put on me. How can girls wear lipstick the whole day without it coming off?

"Who did your makeup? You look like a clown." Dean says with a chuckle. "Ha ha very funny Ambrose." I say as I take a napkin and wipe my mouth.

"It's a joke payjay." He says with a grin. I hop off the seat and walk away before I smack the living crap out of him.

"Hey! Wait up pinkie." He says behind me. I turn around angrily. "Leave me alone Ambrose. If you don't I will-!"

I stop talking when I see that he's not even listening to me anymore. He's looking behind me and he suddenly has this heartbreaking look on his face. He's not smiling or laughing or anything. He looks sad.

I turn around slowly to see what he's looking at. When I see what he's looking at I feel heartbroken as well.