Roman's Little Sister

SEVEN

1 month later...
                                         Desi
    
        When I first came into the WWE I was weary of everyone. Roman introduced me to our cousins Jey and Jimmy Uso, along with Jimmy's wife Naomi who was also a WWE Superstar. Then I met Nia who we were also related to in some kind of way. My head spun when he explained our relation to all of the current and former Superstars. Going from no family to one that I need a list to keep up with everyone was a little overwhelming.

         I ended up really getting along with Nia like we had known each other all our lives. And she introduced me to some other girls saying "You can not hang around those 3 all the time or you will go crazy."

        After the first week I was bunking with her instead of the guys, and none of them were happy about it.

        Seth and I had become really close friends. He took me to work out with him anytime he went. It became our routine to find a gym as soon as we found out what town we were going to next so we were ready to go the next morning.

        Coming out of the room, I was greeted by his warm smile. "Morning. How'd you sleep?" He asked as we walked to the elevator, stepping in I replied "Pretty good, Nia came back late though." I remembered her trying to quietly come in without waking me up.

        As we entered the lobby I saw Dean walking in, looking like he had been wrestling in an alley with a bear. Seth stopped and looked at Dean shaking his head.

       "Bro, you look like shit." Her scrunched up his nose as Dean got closer, " Ugh, dude you smell like it too. What'd you do last night man? " He asked taking a step back as he did.

        I hadn't spent much time with Dean since my graduation. I would see him walking around the locker rooms and stuff, but he went out of his way to avoid me. And I wouldn't admit it, but it did hurt. I tried to talk to him once or twice, but he would always be busy all of a sudden, so I stopped trying.

       "I got no idea man. Last thing I remember is someone betting me that I wouldn't eat the jar of pickled eggs at the bar." Dean said as he ran his fingers through his untamed hair.

        Seth groaned, "Tell me you didn't take the bet man."

       
        Dean reached in his pocket and retrieved a $20. "Come on bro, you know me better than that. Of course I did... and I won." He said proudly. "And now I'm going to crash for few hours, after you give me the door key. I don't know what I did with mine." 

         

          "Does Dean do that often?" I asked out of breath as I finished running on the treadmill. I hate running. The only time someone should be running is if they are being chased by a killer or a clown. I would definity run if I saw a clown. Those things are just creepy.

          "Do what? The bet or the out all night drinking think?" he replied.

         "Both, I guess. I mean how does he manage to do what he does in the ring if he is out all night acting like a frat boy."

         Seth threw his head back and laughed. "Oh, I can't wait to tell him you called him a frat boy." he said.

           I scoffed, "I didn't call him a frat boy. I said he is acting like one. Besides, Dean Ambrose does not scare me." I teased.

        "If you say so Sweetheart." he chuckled, "And he doesn't drink like that all the time. In fact he had stopped for a long time. He just recently started back up a couple of months ago. It's a little worse this time though. Now it's almost an every night thing with him. His temper is shorter than usual too. Something is going on with him but damned if he'll talk about it." Seth explained.