Trust Comes First (A WWE Fanfic)

Chapter 47 Wisdom from Hardy

Next Week Monday

I couldn't seem to find Team Bella anywhere and I frowned, wondering where they were. I had my title around my waist as I walked through halls, looking for someone to hang out with. Usually I was ok with being alone but there was a weird feeling in the air. I rounded the corner and saw Dolph and grinned. I hadn't seen him around since we went shopping.

"Hey you." He called, throwing an arm over my shoulder continuing walking with me, "How's my favorite Woman's Champion?"

"I'm the first Woman's Champion in years Dolph. Don't suck up." I laughed, resting my arm around his waist.

"You look like you have a lot on your mind." He commented, looking sideways at me.

"When don't I?" I shrugged, slowing down, wanting to walk awhile.

"Does it have anything to do with what happened with the Wyatt's on RAW?" he asked, thinking about the incident in the ring.

I knew I couldn't let him know everything that I was worried about, which included my friendship with Seth and Dean and Roman's argument. I nodded instead, not wanting to open my mouth. I hated keeping secrets but I had to figure out what I was doing with Seth before I said anything.

"They're going up against The Shield tonight. I have a feeling it has something to do with the display of violence against you. Stephanie was furious I hear when she saw that." Dolph murmured, stopping in front of his locker room.

"Really? Wonder why? Steph hates me. You'd think she would have applauded the Wyatt's for nearly choking the life out of me." I chuckled, imagining Stephanie's pissed off face.

"I think she was but now it reflects back on the company." He admitted, hand on the doorknob, "You wanna come in? Watch the matches?"

"Sure I could do with some company at the moment." I smiled up and he opened the door, letting me walk into the room.

It was nice in his locker room and there was a couch in the corner, facing the flat screen that was usually in all of the rooms. Sitting on the couch he flopped onto the other side. I was dressed to wrestle, wearing white ripped pants, my boots and a black and blue half shirt. Dolph was dressed to wrestle as well even though we didn't have any matches posted. Shield and the Wyatt's were out in the ring ready to go.

"How long were you and Roman friends for?" Dolph asked suddenly, arm over the back of the couch.

"Shit." I breathed, taking a second to think about it, "Since I was 17 and I'm 25 now so 8 years."

Dolph let out a whistle, eyebrows raised as I spoke. I hadn't realized that we had been friends that long even if we hadn't talked in 4, "Must be hard." Dolph commented, seeing the frown on my face.

"Every day. I noticed it gets harder every day now. I see him constantly and I'm reminded of little things." I pulled my legs onto the couch, my knees tucked up by my chest.

"Like what?"

"Just things that he used to do when we were still friends. He still rubs his right wrist when he's getting ready for a confrontation." I grinned, the little tick a subconscious thing from when he broke his wrist, "Just stuff like that makes it...oh what the fuck Phil?!"

I was having a decent conversation for the first time in months when something from the TV caught my attention. Phil had run out and attacked Dean who had Bray Wyatt pinned, disqualifying Shield. Which meant the Wyatt's won and they walked out of the ramp, holding onto each other for support. Dean was borderline losing his shit as him and Phil were face to face. They had their foreheads pressed together and I leapt off the couch.