Trust Comes First (A WWE Fanfic)

Chapter 11 Phone Calls and Rooftops

5 days later

I was perched in an armchair on John's bus as we were driving to the next city for RAW. This was the only part of wrestling that I wasn't a fan of. I hated being cooped up but I was lucky enough to occupy myself by checking twitter. Since my debut my twitter had blown up with followers and mentions and I was having trouble keeping up. The general topic was positive and it was a huge moral boost. My feet were thrown over the side and Phil and John were playing games on the console. As I was scrolling my phone lit up and I groaned. I had forgotten to call Jeff and I knew I was going to get a talking to.

"Hey." I answered, waiting for the shit storm to erupt.

"Why the hell did I have to hear from Punk that that lunatic Dean Ambrose dared to put his hands on you?" he thundered over the line, making me wince and pull the phone from my ear.

"Damnit Phillip why the hell did you tell Jeff about the Ambrose shit?!" I shouted, covering the phone with my hand, "I told you I would take care of it."

He just shrugged, giving me a pointed look. Rolling my eyes I brought the phone back to my ear and uncovering it.

"Look it's not a huge deal. It wasn't that big of a thing." I explained, picking at a thread on my, well Roman's, sweats.

"Not a big deal? Punk said you looked pretty shaken up and we all know you don't get scared easily." He countered, his voice angry.

"He doesn't scare me Jeff. He just startled me is all. Anyways aren't you calling to congratulate me on coming back to WWE?" I asked, ignoring the eyebrow Phil raised at me.

"Ya you had everyone fooled didn't you. Even me." He chuckled, and suddenly I really missed him.

"What can I say, I'm sneaky." I chirped, glad we were off the topic.

"So I'm still gonna kick that fuckers ass." He mumbled, making me sigh, "No one touches you Lila. Especially not him."

Suddenly I could hear someone in the background on his phone, "Who touched Lila?!"

"Aw shit." I groaned, covering my eyes with my hand.

"Matt no, give me that back." I heard Jeff's voice faintly as I heard sounds of struggle.

"Lila who the hell touched you?" Matt's voice came through.

"Hey Matty how's it going? Long-time no talk buddy." I greeted cheerily, waving off the grin both John and Phil gave me.

"Lila answer the question."

"No Matty this is where you say hi back and ask how I'm doing." I informed him, keeping my tone light

"Lila." He said warningly.

"Oh get your brother to tell you. I'll call you later when you both calm down." I grumbled, ending the call.

Phil and John both chuckled, causing me to shoot them dark looks. I picked up a cushion and whipped it at them both, bouncing off their heads. They burst out laughing and I sunk into the chair, determined to spend the rest of my time pouting.

At the arena, next day.

I was in the gym, my headphones in as I ran on the treadmill. I still hadn't talked to Jeff or Matt but I knew they would call back once they cooled off. Slowing down I jumped off, pulling out my earbuds. I walked towards the weights and picked up a couple, working on my triceps. Suddenly the door swung open and Roman walked in, eyes blazing furious. I jumped and set the weight down, standing up straight. He stalked towards me and I watched him warily, not sure what was about to happen.