Unexpected (Dean Ambrose/Roman Reigns/Seth Rollins Fan Fic)

~ Chapter 2 ~

~ Kyra's POV - Next Day ~

"Ky, wake up" Seth said softly and placed a hand on my arm. "Mmm... I don't wanna" I mumbled. "We have Smackdown tonight, and the guys and I are going to the gym if you want to come with?" He asked, I nodded. "Ok, just give me a few minutes to wake up a little and get a shower." "Last time you said that you went back to sleep, so..." Seth paused and grabbed a pillow. "Get" whack, "Up" whack, "I" whack, "won't" whack, "stop until" whack, "You" He went to whack me again but I caught the pillow and shoved him off the bed. "Ha!" I stuck my tongue out at him. "First, owe. Second-" He got to his feet and tackled me on the bed. We both started cracking up laughing. He started tickling my sides, but he didn't pin me down so I wriggled out of his arms and pushed him off the other side of the bed. Then quickly grabbed my gym clothes and bolted to the bathroom.

"Nonono" I squealed and laughed as I just made it to the bathroom and had to push on the door for it to close, because Seth was pushing on the other side trying to get to me. "You'll come out sooner or later Ky." Seth laughed as I locked the door. "Nuh uh" I laughed and heard him walk away. I slipped out of my pj's and got in the shower.

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"Kyra, hurry the hell up in there!" I heard Seth shout. "Shush it!" I joked and put my hair into a high ponytail. "Roman and Dean are here, come on" He said outside the door. "Hang on, Mr. Impatient." I shouted back. I slid my phone in my pocket and slowly unlocked the door and opened it slightly, just enough to peek my head out. I saw Dean standing by the couch, and heard Roman and Seth talking in another room. I took this as an opportunity to bolt from the bathroom to Dean. I skidded to a stop and stood behind him. "Wh-" "Shh, just go with it" I smiled and he gave me a smile and nodded. "Kyraaaaaa, come onnnn!" Seth raised his voice and knocked on the door. He frowned when I didn't answer, I pressed my lips to a line trying not to laugh. "She's not in there man" Dean spoke up. "Well where the hell did she go?" Seth asked, Dean shrugged "I think she said she'd meet us at that car." Dean put his hands down to his sides and one slightly behind him and he motioned for me to crouch behind the couch. So I did.

Dean walked over to the counter, grabbed the keys and lifted his bag on his shoulder. "Ready?" He asked "Let me grab my bag" Seth said and went to his room. I popped up and Roman started laughing quietly and handed me my bag that was by the bathroom door and I quickly went out the door and took off down the halls and got in the elevator. I got my breath and waited for the doors to open. I heard the little 'ding' sound and the doors opened. My eyes darted to Dean, Roman, and Seth walking out of the elevator. Luckily Dean saw me and distracted Seth while I took off again out the front doors and down the parking lot to the rental car. I sat my bag on the ground and hopped up on the trunk trying to calm my breathing before the guys got to the car.

"Took ya long enough Two Tones" I smirked and Dean unlocked the car and got in the drivers seat. "I'm not sitting in the back with Seth" I chuckled and looked at Roman with a smile. "Alright, alright, I'll sit in the back with him." Roman chuckled "Whoa, wait a minute. Who said you're riding shotgun?" Seth raised an eyebrow. "I did" I smirked. Seth looked at me and gave in. "Fine" He shook his head and got in the back seat with Roman. "Thank you" I lipped to Dean and he nodded, then we pulled out of the parking lot and headed to the gym.

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We got back to the hotel with about three hours until we had to leave for Smackdown. They guys were still at our room, I imagine they'll be here until we go to the arena. I went to my room, closed the door, and sat on my bed thinking about last night. I'm good at hiding how I actually feel, that's why I've been acting like nothing happened. But that's in front of the guys, when I'm alone that's another story. Think about how stupid I was not to fight back, I just let it happen to me. I got to my feet and started pacing back and forth, getting angrier and angrier with each step. I was angry at the bastard who rapped me and I was angry at myself for not fighting back and just letting it happen. I felt like a weak little girl, which I'm not.