Shivers * WWE Fanfic

04

"Hey Aj! You disappeared on me last night." Paige says as I walk down the hall. "Yeah. I know. Sorry I was um..."

"You don't need to give me any details." She says with a smirk. "It's not what you think." I say feeling myself get hot.

"Sure sure." She replies. "So do you have a match tonight?" I ask because she's wearing her attire. "Yes I am."

"Me too. Well at least I think so." I say hoping they won't cancel it. We now have two divas matches on raw and on Smackdown.

"Oh okay." She says. "Yeah so uh I'll give you your heels and dress back when we get to the hotel."

"Ah please. You can keep it." She says. "No I mean... I don't really wear stuff like that." I'm not a girl that wears stuff like that.

"Hmm okay." She says as she glances at her phone. Then she looks up and starts waving like crazy.

I turn around and see Sami walk to her and they lock lips right in front of me. "I'll see you later, Paige. Bye Sami." I say as I awkwardly walk away.

"Bye." He mumbles against Paige's lips. I walk to the girls locker room. As I'm taking off my clothes I see Sasha walk in with Bayley.

"He's great." Sasha says. By simply saying those two words I already know who she's talking about.

I stop what I'm doing and focus on her. They keep talking and I'm just staring. She really is perfect.

Bayley stops talking and looks at me as soon as she does Sasha turns her attention to me as well. They both smile awkwardly and I quickly look away.

This is the thing I dislike about Sasha. She's very, very, nice. I want to dislike her but I simply can't. She's too nice! Not as nice as Bayley of course. I mean no one is as nice as Bayley.

The point is Sasha is nice and she's obviously better than me. I get done putting on my attire and stick my gym bag in my locker.

As I walk out I hear Sasha say, "We obviously kissed." I get this weird, strange, feeling in my stomach. It feels almost like a hole in the center of my chest.

I try to shake it off as I approach Sandra. She's the one who usually does my hair and makeup. "Hey dear. How're you doing?" She asks as I sit down.

"Could be better." I reply closing my eyes. She starts applying my makeup when I hear Jane call me.

I open my eyes and look at her. She's smiling but it's not a happy smile. It's a 'I'm sorry smile'.

"Could I talk to you?" She asks. I get off the stool and walk to her. "Unfortunately you can't do your match tonight." She says as she puts her arm around me.

"What? Why?" I can't help but to sound irritated. "One of the matches took way too long. We can't fit your match tonight. Sorry." She gives my shoulder a squeeze.

"Okay." I say sadly. She walks away and I stand there feeling my heart crumple into pieces. It feels like I'm being left behind. I'm getting to to time. People will forget about me.

"Come on Aj I'm not done with your makeup." Sandra says as I turn around. "It's fine. I don't need it no more. Thank you though." I say as I walk away waving.

"But you only have half of your face done!" She screams. I couldn't totally care less right now. All I want to do right now is go to my hotel room and sleep.

Before I leave the arena I change my clothes and grab my gym bag. Before walking out of the locker room, I glance at myself in the mirror.

My face looks ridiculous. Sandra only did one eye and my other eye is natural. Talk about the power of makeup.

I grab a wet paper towel and start rubbing by eye as I walk out to the parking lot. "What do we have here?" A voice says.

I stop rubbing my eye and turn around. I see Sheamus with a group of his friends. I don't say anything just stare at them. Was he talking about me?

"Are you waiting for Randy?" He asks with a smirk. "No." I say in a shaky voice. "Really? You don't have to lie to me. I know you're crazy over him."

I feel my face turn red. "That's not true." I say quietly. He chuckles, "It is true and you know it. I'm friends with Randy I could hook you up. Well, I don't know. I think he's dating Sasha. You know? Like the hottest girl here beside Nikki Bella of course."

His friends start snickering and I turn around to walk away. But where to exactly? I have to first call a taxi to get me.

Sheamous quickly gets in front of me. "Come on. Stay a little bit. We can have fun. I'll be like your wingman. Sorta."

"I don't need you and I don't like Randy." I say as I glance at his friends. "Really? I see you drooling over him all the time. Like I mentioned before though he's into Sasha. She's very hot."

Gee, like I didn't know that. "No offense or nothing but like she's... how do I say it? More appealing. Like you have your little something but Sasha, she's like woah."

I try to go by him but he stops me once again. "Randy said some stuff about you." He murmurs. I look at him feeling my heart race. "Really?"

He nods his head, "Yeah. He said you were creepy and annoying." My heart sinks to my stomach.

Sheamus face breaks into a grin. "I'm just messing." He laughs. I feel myself get angry. "He doesn't even mention you because you're irrelevant to him. You know what irrelevant means? Not important and that's what you are to him. Sorry to tell ya but it's the truth."

I feel my eyes get watery and I rush by him. "Ey! Stay for a bit. We can chat. I can make you feel better." He snickers behind me.

I'm rushing to the parking lot probably to cry somewhere behind a car. "Hey footstool." Dean says as I walk by him.

I quickly walk by because I'm not in the mood right now. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" He says catching up to me.

"Nothing. Leave me alone." I say as I keep walking. "Come on payjay you're not really mad because I called you footstool are ya?"

"It's Aj! Just leave me alone." I say as the tears build up in my eyes. "Seriously what's wrong?" He asks.

I stop walking abruptly because I'm running out of breath and I really want to punch something.

"Ow!" He says as he rubs his arm. "What the hell was that for?" He screams. I stand there not saying a word as my anger turns to sadness.

"He... he really hurt my feelings." I say as my voice cracks at the end. I start sniffing trying to hold my tears but I really can't.

"Tell me. Who hurt your feelings?"