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The rest of the week was full of Live Events, so that meant that I was with Seth almost twenty-four seven. At the end of each night, I can't wait until I get the hell away from him. Mostly because, he always has something to yell at me for.

I want to quit this storyline with him and when I tried to on the second day, Steph said that we're getting a lot of positive heat from the WWE Universe and it wouldn't be good to stop it now. I have promised her that I would be good as long as he does, too. So far, he hasn't lived up to his end, though.

I was currently backstage at a live show in Ohio and I very obviously didn't know my way around. Anyone could see that. And as I turned the corner that I believed the women's locker room was located on, I bumped right into somebody's hard ass chest.

"Ow!" I winced, rubbing my nose that was most damaged out of the impact.

"Well, well, well," a familiar deep voice said in front of me while I tried to regain my sight. I knew that voice. Of flipping course I did. I forcefully and slowly opened my eyes back up and seen Seth standing there with his arms crossed and a smug smirk on his bearded face. "You lost or something?"

Fuck, I thought to myself when I rolled my eyes for him to actually see. "I'm not lost, asshole," I lied, sarcastically. "And why would you care, anyways, if I'm lost? Would you lead the way back to safety?"

"Heh," he chuckled, fake as day. "You're funny, Ellie. That seems to be new about you today."

"Shut up, Seth," I growled, biting down on my bottom lip. "Don't you have better things to do than bother me right now?"

I must have been amusing to him because he cracked a smile – an actual warm smile – and took a step towards me, in which I had to take a step back to avoid him being in my personal space. He seen that I obviously wanted no part of him, so he gave up.

"I have to say, Ellie, you're starting to grow on me some," he admitted, which didn't feel like the truth to me deep down. "You're a real bitch sometimes. Well, all the time around me, but you're okay."

I didn't know if I believed him or not, so I just nodded and uttered out, "Thanks?"

That's when he busted out laughing so loud, it nearly killed my ears. "Just kidding, Ellie," he joked, placing a hand over his belly from laughing. "No, you're truly and utterly cold-hearted. On top of all that, El, you don't deserve to be here and especially in this storyline with me. You were given this."

Why did I, for a split fucking second, believe a word he said? Well, I'm obviously stupid, first of all. And, second of all, he's as stupid as I am.

"Damn you, Seth Rollins!" I exclaimed, showing him backwards. It didn't do any damage, but it was probably enough for me to get my point across. "You're nothing more than a pretty face that runs this dysfunctional place! You walk around here like you're all high and mighty, wanting every single person to kiss your ass for you. When one person doesn't fall under your spell, you have to punish them for even wanting to be alive! I hate to break it to you, but you're not the only one whose dream it is to be a wrestler in the WWE!"

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