Shivers * WWE Fanfic

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"Want to eat supper tonight w/ Sami and I?" I pick up my phone and read the text Paige just sent. "No thnx. I'm going to hang out with Randy."

In a matter of seconds she responds. "Whaaaaa? Since when do you two hang out?"

"We hung out a few nights ago. I didn't tell you because I wasn't sure what it'd lead to."

"Lead to what? So what are you two a thing now?"

"No. We're just getting to know each other I guess."

"You have to tell me everything that happens tonight ok?"

"Okay I will."

"Wait where are y'all meeting up? Or hanging out?"

"We're watching a movie. In his room."

"His room? Ooh la la ;)"

"Shut up. Nothing's going to happen ok?"

"Ok whaeveeerr. Well I'll txt you later. Byeee. Also you have to tell me everything ok? Like EVERYTHING."

I chuckle at her text and put my phone down. I'm sitting on my bed trying to decide if I should go hang out with Randy.

I obviously said no to Paige because I don't want to be a third wheel. They might like me and I might be their friend but it's odd being with them eating dinner. Especially if it's supper.

I wonder what Dean is doing right now.

Is he with Sasha? Is he in her room? Is she in his room? Are they kissing? Hugging? Cuddling? Sleeping?

My mind can't help but to wonder. It's all I think about all day. I might get myself distracted throughout the day but in the end my mind always wonder back to him.

I grab my phone and go to google. When the page opens up I type Sasha Banks on the search box.

It brings up information about her. As I'm scrolling down the page I see a link to her Instagram account.

I click it and it opens up on my browser. I'm not a big social media fan. In fact all I have is a twitter.

I don't post many pictures, or videos, or anything like that. I'm not a person that puts my life out there. But apparently Sasha is.

As I'm scrolling down her pictures one catches my eye. I click it to make it bigger and when I see it my heart sinks a bit.

"back at it again💗" is her caption. She's with Dean. He's hugging her with his bare arms and she's laying on his chest. It doesn't show Deans face but I recognize his body. I know it's him.

Back at it again? What is that even supposed to mean? A sick jealous feeling kicks in my gut making me want to throw up.

Luckily a text from Randy makes me stop looking at the picture. "Are you coming?" I get up from the bed and grab a store bag with chips I bought.

Randy is staying on a floor below mine. After I get off the elevator I go to his room. "Hey. Brought chips."

I say handing him a bag. "Sounds lovely." He says as I take a seat on his bed. "So I found some movies that we could watch. Star Wars, Spider-Man, or The Jungle Book?"

"I'm feeling Star Wars." I say and he smiles. "Good choice." He puts the movie in and takes a seat beside me.

It feels odd being in his room watching Star Wars while eating chips. We don't talk for the first thirty minutes or so.

Until I accidentally drop chips on his carpet. "I'm sorry." I say embarrassed. "It's fine don't worry about it." He chuckles.

I begin picking up the chips and he grabs my hand. "You don't have to." He looks me right in my eyes and it intimidates me.

"But I want to. I don't want to come in here and make a mess." I say continuing to pick them up. 

"A mess? Like this?" He drops more chips and I look at him. "What're you doing?" He spills more and my eyes widen.

"Randy!" He laughs and continues to do it. I try to grab the bag from him but he gets up. He grabs the bag and puts it in the air.

"Don't you dare." I say as I try to jump to get it. "Stop me." He says. I get on my tippy toes and try to get it but end up losing my balance.

He grabs me by the waist and I hold my breath. We look at each other for a while. I watch as he slowly starts leaning in towards me.

I'm still holding my breath as he crashes his lips against mine. He pulls away after a few seconds.

I finally breath because my lungs are not getting enough air. "What're we doing?" I whisper.

•••

As the elevator takes me back to my floor I'm thinking about everything that happened. Randy and I were suppose to just hang out. Chill. Talk. Eat. Watch a movie.

Not kiss.

Months ago I would've died to have him kiss me. Now though things have changed. The thing is the kiss isn't real.

He's kissing me because he wants to forget Sasha. I'm kissing him because I want to forget Dean.

We're not kissing because we feel it in our hearts.

When I reach my room door I realize I didn't grab my room key before I left. I start cursing myself in my mind when I hear a door shut.

I look up and see Dean down the hall. He's staring to walk towards to me and I start panicking.

I don't want to look stupid so I take out my phone pretending to text. When he goes by me he stops.

"Are you okay?" His voice sends shivers down my neck. My spine. My legs. Every part of me. I look up and feel myself internally freak out.

"Yes." He continues to look at me, "Are you waiting for someone?" I shake my head no, "No. I'm just cooling off. I just got here."

"Out partying?" He asks with a low chuckle. "No. I was with Randy." He slowly stops smiling. "Randy huh?"

"Yeah. We were just in his room and I must've forgotten my key so I have to go get a copy." I say sticking my phone in my pocket.

He furrows his eyebrows together. "What? His room? What were you doing in his room?" I give him a surprised look, "Why're you talking to me? I thought we couldn't be friends."

My voice sounds biter and hurt. I hope he didn't notice but based on his face expression he noticed.

"I told you I'd talk to Sasha about it and make her understand. I don't want to stop being your friend."

"Then don't." I say biting the inside of my cheek. He glances at his shoes and then around. He was probably with Sasha because I know he's not staying on my floor.

"Why were you in Randy's room?" He completely changes the conversation and it makes me a bit upset.

"What's wrong with that?" I ask. "It just doesn't look right. You know? People will start talking bad about you."

"I'm a grown woman Dean. I could care less what they say." He presses his lips together. I look away because I feel my cheeks redden.

Maybe because he's talking to me. Or because I'm embarrassed. Who knows. At this point I don't even know what I'm feeling.

"I just don't want him to take advantage of you." He whispers. I cross my arms on my chest, "I can take care of myself."

"I know you can but I don't want nothing to happen to you. Just take care okay?" He says quietly. I nod my head and he walks away.

When he enters the elevator I slide down and sit on the carpet outside my room. As the door is closing I feel a part of me die.