She's a Bliss... // ALEXA BLISS| BRAY WYATT [COMPLETE ✔]

Chapter 8

"You can call me a monster.
That's fine.
It honestly doesn't bother me;
Because, you see, that's what society does.
They put labels on things
they don't understand."
-Bray Wyatt-

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"You should ask her for a kiss for good luck!" Randall smirked.

"Shut your mouth!" I silenced him despite knowing that it would not last as long as I hoped.

He chuckled knowing they were still asleep in the room whilst the Lunatic had disappeared as Randy and I had stood outside for some fresh air hours before.

"I saw your eyes on her when Jon referenced that lingerie piece. You tried to hide it but of course I happen to notice everything." He mused having been waiting for us outside the hotel room the entire time.

"My eyes were nowhere near her" I shook my head as I had tried to erase that afternoon from my memory.

She had made it clear to me I was nothing more to her than what I was to the world.

"Maybe it was intended for your eyes Bray, stranger things have happened" He shrugged having a tendency to reference that saying quite frequently when it came to my situation with Alexandria.

"She doesn't need to bare all. She's radiant on her own." I shrugged wanting to get off the matter altogether. Whether I had observed her or not, it served no purpose anymore. I slipped on my beanie and finished up packaging my things in order to vacate the plane as soon as we could.

"There's only a couple weeks left, are we reaching where you want to be?" The amusement from his previous means of wanting to set every nerve off in me left his tone and he focused on me.

I knew Randall had tried to keep my interests in mind the entire time with trying to spare me of the humiliation with Alexandria forced on my lap. But I did not need him to be concerned about my feelings when I had none, certainly none to share with him.

I would not let Randy know the thoughts that consumed my mind because the summary was sufficient. I had made a mistake. I was not sure whether the sudden uncertainty was due to Dean Ambrose making it out to be a joke, reminding me how sickening I was to her or the glares she shot him whenever he spoke to her with any relation to me.

In conclusion none of it served any purpose as I had made my decision the moment I saw the glare on me when I dared place my hands on her to prevent her from falling. I was immune to the emotions behind the glare as I usually enjoyed it, as it caused her eyes to widen and her blue eyes she made cold appeared like balls of ice wanting to suck the life out of you. And I of course had no life running through me.

But with the games which had involved me and Dean trying to get under her skin at my expense. Me showing anymore interest in her only left me open to more humiliation by the lunatic and distasteful glares from Alexandria.