WWE Academy

Chapter 6

Paige's POV

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was going to help Dean Ambrose steal the briefcase.

I stepped out of my dorm, and no Stephanie. It was 11:45, which gave me plenty of time to get to Dean's dorm. I haven't talked to him since our little thing from the other day.

"Sweetheart, you made it," he said as he walked out of his dorm.

"So, what's your plan after we get the case?" I asked.

"Take it home with me for Winter Break, show my parents, then return it," he smirked. "I just want them to be proud of me."

We kept walking until we got downstairs to the first floor. Triple H's office was closed, so we snuck out of the dorms and into the night air. I was wearing dark jeans with a black sweater and a black beanie. I paired it with my black Uggs.

"Thanks for helping me, Paige," he said.

"Wait, did you just call me Paige? What happened to sweetheart?" I smirked.

"I thought you hated it."

Maybe I liked it.

"You're right, but only you can call me that," I said.

He shrugged and we kept walking until we reached the school. We walked in with no problem and soon we reached the case.

"Here you go, sweetheart," he said handing me a flashlight.

"Hey, genius, how exactly do you plan on getting this case open?"

"Damnit, I didn't think about that," he said with frustration.

I looked at the case, trying to figure out how I could get it opened. Dean was next to me having a pity party for himself, curse words just leaving his mouth every two seconds. I couldn't take it, I wasn't helping him. I was going to walk out, but then an idea stuck.

I had a bobby pin in my hair, I quickly removed it and unlocked the case. I flung my arm into the case and grabbed the briefcase, just as Dean wanted. Even after I was done, he was done having a party for himself, so I waited until he was finished.

"I'm so stupid," he kept saying.

"I believe you wanted this?" I smirked holding up the briefcase.

"How...how did you even?" He asked shocked.

"I used a bobby pin," I said twisting it around in my hand.

"Thank you."

"No problem," I started. "You're not using me are you?"

"No."

"Okay, because Sasha thinks you are and I really don't think you are."

"Come on, sweetheart, let's get you home," he said taking the briefcase and we walked out of the school. 

"You promise you'll return that after Christmas Break, right?" I asked him.

"Yes. I just want my parents to believe that I am a tough wrestler."

"Why do you need a briefcase to prove it? You have a title!"

"Yes, but I could loose the title just as fast as I earned it."

"You make a good point."

"So, I just want to show them that I am succeeding here," he said.

"Dean?" I asked him.

"Sweetheart?"

"The whole thing we had the other day, you know-" he cut me off.

"Paige, that was a mistake. I shouldn't have done it. Look, we were just in the moment," he said.

This is the second sentence he took out sweetheart and replaced it with Paige.

"You're right," I sighed.

"I like to think so."

When we got back to the dorms, Triple H's office was still closed, so we snuck up the stairs. Dean had carried me because he insisted that I was the clumsy one, and the one to get us caught.

Greedy pig.

He dropped me off at my dorm and told me bye.

"Well, well, well," Sasha said clapping behind me.

"Sasha, I can explain!"

"So, where'd you go? Did he take you to a bar, or use you for something?" She asked with so much anger in her voice.

"Sasha, look, we just hung out," I tried to lie to her.

"Yeah, because people hang out at midnight."

"Some people do," I said and flopped down on my bed.

"Get rid of your attitude, young lady!" She yelled at me.

"You know, my parents told you to look after me," I started. "But you're acting like my mom."

I turned over and got under the covers. I was going to sleep in my makeup, I didn't care. I wasn't going anywhere tomorrow. We leave for Christmas break, so it wasn't that big of a deal.

Roman's POV

Dean hadn't been back. It was the next morning and my parents were coming to get me soon. I wanted to make sure he was okay.

"I think I got everything," John said checking his bag once more.

"John, what if he died?" I asked.

"Don't say died, I prefer the term passed away."

I forgot about John's fear of death.

"Sorry. What if he passed away?" I corrected.

"I don't think he did."

Suddenly the door slammed open to reveal Dean.

"Guess who's the new Mr. Money in the Bank?" He asked cockily.

"Who? We haven't had a match to prove it?" John said.

"Me," he said holding up the briefcase.

"How did you get that?!" I asked mortified.

"I stole it. Last night."

"Woah, you're going to be in so much trouble," John proclaimed.

"I don't care."

"Well, bye guys, my parents are here!" John said and rushed out the door.

I closed the door and Dean laid down on his bed.

"Okay, tell me the truth. Who helped you get that?" I asked pointing to the briefcase on the floor.

"What if I told you I did it by myself?"

"I don't believe that shit for one minute," I smirked. 

"Fine. I did have a little help." 

"From who?"

"Sweethe- I mean Paige. Paige helped me," he said.

"Okay..." I trailed off.

"Yeah, so I'm taking it home for winter break and then I'll give it back."

"You better. But dude, that's awesome you got that!" I exclaimed.

I was proud of him. His parents might actually be happy for him. I mean, it's not good he stole the briefcase, but at least he'll be appreciated by his parents.

"Well, I'm leaving," he said taking everything with him.

Including the briefcase.