Shivers * WWE Fanfic

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When I look at the door my whole insides feel like they collapse. Sasha is here with Bayley. Paige glances at me from across the room.

She immediately walks to Sasha and says something to her. Sasha seems cool and collected and she simply walks away. Not away, away, but to the dance floor.

I turn to look at Dean who has seemed to spotted her as well. He doesn't move from where he's sitting instead he takes another sip.

"Paige invited her. She obviously did that to bother her. She didn't think Sasha would come. If you want to leave with her that's fine. I understand-"

"I'm not leaving." He says interrupting me. "But I thought..." my voice trails off and I scratch my neck nervously.

Things are getting awkward. Dean seems to be mad at Sasha. And now Sasha is here and Randy is also here so that's awkward as well. Everything just seems so tense all of the sudden.

Paige seems really freaked out about it. She meant no wrong... well actually she meant to rub in Sasha's face that I beat her. What Paige had no idea was that Sasha was actually going to come. But why doesn't that surprise me?

I'm still wondering why Dean didn't come with her. Maybe he didn't tell her he was coming. Maybe he did tell her he was coming and she came to check up on him.

Dean turns to look at me all of the sudden. "Do you want to dance?" He must've seen my surprised look because he adds, "Yes I'm talking to you."

"Will Sasha be okay with it?" I whisper. He shrugs, "I don't know." He grabs my hand and I don't hesitate.

We walk to the dance floor and the song that's being played is upbeat. It's one of those baby making songs but instead he grabs me by the waist and starts to slow dance.

"I'm aware that this is not how you dance it." He says. "Then why're we dancing it like this?" I ask. "Because I like to slow dance. It's better than grinding and groping each other."

"Isn't that what you like to do?" I ask. Dean smiles, "That's what I thought I liked. Don't get me wrong grinding and groping is great, when it's with a person you're intimate with. It shouldn't just be to satisfy you. It should be a form of love and passion."

I've never heard Dean talk like this before. This is not something he'd say. The Dean I know likes to party, drink, have one night stands. This Dean asks about you, says things you'd never think he'd say and seems more caring.

"I knew it. I knew you'd be here." Sasha says. I immediately let go of Dean. Sasha has a glass on her hand and it looks like she's already had a few drinks even though she just got here.

"Wasn't it enough to take my Championship? Now you want to take my man? Very low of you Aj." She says in a calm tone.

That's the thing that's scary because she's so very calm. "Sasha. Please, not now." Dean says in a warning tone. "Oh! Please I'm sorry for interrupting the dancing. I'm so sorry. Go ahead keep dancing with each other. Keep talking dirty to each other. Go ahead please."

People have started to notice and they're starting to stare. "Everyone listen up!" She screams.

"Sasha let's go." Bayley says grabbing her arm. Sasha pulls away harshly and Paige steps up. "I think you should listen to your friend."

"Shut up bleach face. You were the one who invited me. I'm polite enough to show up. What I don't think it's polite is the fact that your little slut friend is trying to get with what's mine."

Paige looks like she's about to say something but Sami stops her. "Sasha stop it." Dean gets close to her but she pushes him away.

"Don't touch me. I don't want to hear it. You're always defending her like she's the victim and she's not. Aj why are you pretending? You're so fake. On top of that a slut. That's what you are a filthy slut. You were whore enough to get with my ex Randy and now you're going back to your ex who happens to be my boyfriend. Guess what? He's just trying to get in your pants. He doesn't care about you." She laughs and drinks the rest of her drink.

Bayley whispers something in her ear and Sasha rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Im bored now. Keep doing what you're doing, Aj. Who ahead sleep with him. I don't care. At the end of the day he will always come back to me." She throws the cup on the floor and walks out through the crowd.

Now they're just all looking at me and I feel so embarrassed. I walk through the crowd outside of the place.

"Aj! Sorry. I'm sorry I shouldn't have invited her. I'm so stupid." Paige says as she comes behind me.

"It's okay." I reply. "I'm really sorry. I didn't want her to ruin this night." She looks really sad and I hug her.

"It's not your fault. It was an impulse. Don't worry about it. It's fine I promise." She hugs me tightly. "I love you dude. Like a lot. Okay?"

This warms up my heart and it makes me forget for a second. "I love you too Paige." She lets me go and puts her hair behind her ear.

"Can I talk to her?" I turn around and see Dean standing behind me. Paige looks at me and I nod my head. She walks back to the place and Dean approaches me.

"Are you okay?" He asks. "Surprisingly yes. Just a bit embarrassed." I say remembering how everyone was looking.

"I'm sorry, Aj." He says running his fingers through his hair. "Don't apologize. It's not your fault."

"I just didn't want her to do that to you. You don't deserve it." He sighs and looks at the floor. "It's okay really. She was also drinking and sometimes we say things we don't mean to say while drinking."

He looks up and looks me in the eyes, "So you didn't mean to say what you said to me while being drunk?"

"That's not what I'm saying." I mumble. "It is." He responds stepping closer. "You know I meant every word I said."

He's centimeters away from me now and I can feel his body heat. We look at each other for a few seconds until he looks away because his phone rings.

He steps back and glances at the phone. He presses a button and turns it off. Seconds later there's another call.

This time he does answer. He's looking at me while he's answering. "Can't you... uh... fine." He locks his phone and puts it back in his pocket.

"Sorry. I have to go. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Okay?" He says. I nod my head slowly and he walks to his car.

I feel a deep disappointment as he gets in his car. A part of me wishes he would turn off his car and come right back to me but I know he won't.

Reality brutally kicks me in the back and my eyes fill up with tears. I try my hardest to hold them in. I clench my fists, chew the inside of my cheek harshly and curl my toes. Sadly, it doesn't work because as soon as he drives away I feel myself fall apart.

"At the end of the day he will always come back to me."