Come See About Me

Please Don't Deny Me of That

"So, uh--- Anybody gonna get that?"

(Seth P.O.V)

Dean asked as he looked between Roman and I, then glanced back over towards the door. Guess that meant that he wouldn't be the one to get it.

Actually, neither one of us wanted to answer, due to how weird it was that somebody had knocked on our door as soon as Roman predicted that it would happen. Strange, but we couldn't just ignore it! After all, it could be someone of importance, Hunter, Steph, or even Mr. McMahon... or, it could just be a crew member to inform us of what time we needed to get to gorilla position.

I could continue to guess who it could possibly be, the options were endless! But we wouldn't know who was standing on the other side until we actually answered! Roman, being the more responsible one out of the three of us, sighed as it looked like he would be the one to open it by default. "Since you two haven't actually made a move to get it..." He shrugged as he walked over towards our locker room door. "Well, it's not like you weren't the closest." Dean said from the other side of the room as Roman glared at him. "He has a point. Plus, you were already standing up, so by default, you would---" He turned around and gave me the same death glare and I immediately shut my mouth.

With that, Roman finally opened up the door, just a bit to keep privacy... I held my head in my hands again as I started to rethink about this whole situation. Sure, the discussion was over and done with, but in my thoughts, it replayed over and over again. I didn't feel like the bad guy in all of this. If anything, I just wanted her to feel the way I felt. I'll admit, I didn't need to be so harsh about it... but there's no way I was going to take it all back now.

"Okay, wait here just a second..." I heard Roman say to the person on the other side of the door and I lifted my head up with a puzzled look on my face. Roman closed the door gently and turned back to me and Dean with his back pressed up against the door. "Well? Who was it?" Dean asked him as Roman immediately shushed him to keep him quiet. "What?! Wait, my bad... Who is it?" Dean asked again, this time in a whisper tone of voice. "It's her." Roman finally answered. "Who?" "Her. Paige. She was the one at the door... Actually she's still out there. That's why I'm talking quietly like this..." "WHAT IN THE HELL IS SHE DOING HERE?" I asked Roman as I stood up from my seat angrily. "I'm pretty sure she works here." Dean said sarcastically, but I ignored him. "Hey. Settle down, will you? She's right outside of this door and wants to talk with you, man"

"I don't have anything to say to her. What part of that does she not understand?" I huffed. "She understands..." "Evidently she doesn't." "She understands that you said that to her, but that doesn't necessarily mean that you actually meant it." Roman said and I rolled my eyes at him. "Whatever, man. I'm not speaking to her. Not now. Not ever again." "You're being childish now, Rollins." Dean said to me and I glared at him. "You're one to talk, Ambrose!" I yelled and Roman quickly shushed me to keep it down. "I figured you'd act like this, so--- We can either do this the easy way or the hard way..." Roman suggested and I raised an eyebrow at him. "Or no way at all. Can we go that route instead?" I chuckled, although no part of any of this was funny at all.

"Not happening." He shut my idea down. "I'll tell you what will happen though--- Either, A., You be a man and go out there and talk to Paige like two adults. Or, B., Dean and I leave this locker room, let Paige come in here, and I swear I will be sure to lock you two in here until you make things right. The choice is yours Rollins." Roman said, not really making these options any easier for me. "I think I like the second option. Let's lock them in here anyway." Dean poked fun at me, but I wouldn't let it get to me this time around. I let out a sigh in frustration as I reluctantly walked over towards the door, where Roman stood. It was better to get this over and done with for good. He moved to the side, glaring at me as I had made my decision.