Demigods

Chapter 3

Raw: Nov. 19, 2012

Braelynn stood off to the side, leaning against the wall and only half paying attention to what the producer was telling them; she was still trying to wake herself up.

Note to self: don't stay up playing video games with Xavier.

"Got that, Mendese?"

Braelynn's head snapped up, noticing everyone was looking at her. "Yeah, I do."

The producer was hesitant, but nodded in confirmation before walking off. Braelynn raised her eyebrows at Seth, Dean, and Roman when they continued to stare at her.

"Please tell us you know what's happening tonight," Seth said.

"We're attacking Ryback. Simple as that."

"I'll catch up with you two in a few." Seth told Dean and Roman, watching them walk away and talk to each other.

"Yes?" Braelynn asked, a little annoyed that he was trying to talk to her, and started to walk to catering.

"You're the one attacking Ryback first. Then we help you ambush him and put him through another table."

"Okay, wonderful. I got it."

"I just wanna make sure you're okay."

"Why?" She asked, turning to face him.

"You just seemed out of it."

"I'm fine, Rollins."

Seth raised her eyebrows at her and she stared at him, raising hers back.

"Alright, alright. I'll leave you alone. We'll be around if you wanna talk to us." He waved at her and walked away. Braelynn shook her head and turned around to walk into the room for catering, bumping into someone way taller than her. He grabbed on to her to make sure she wasn't going to fall and she looked up at him. Why was he the physical embodiment of tall, dark, and handsome?

It's your second god damn day. Don't go heart eyes for the first guy you see.

He let go of her and she stepped backwards.

"Sorry, I just kinda spun and ran into you." She apologized to the tall man.

"'S a'ight. Ya trynna get food?" He pointed behind him to catering.

Braelynn was not expecting a Scottish accent at all and was shocked by it. "Yeah, yeah I was. That's what this room is for." She pointed behind him to the sign that said catering and he laughed.

"Aye, this is awkward. Do ya wanna sit 'n talk so I can apologize for being so fuckin' tall?"

Braelynn really hoped he wasn't hitting on her, but nodded anyway, following him into the room.

"Name?" Braelynn asked.

He spun around, walking backwards. "McIntyre, Drew."

"Thanks, Bond. I'm Braelynn."

"Weren't ya down in developmental?" Drew asked.

Braelynn nodded. "I made my debut last night if you haven't seen it yet."

"Holy shit," Drew said as he got himself a plate and handed one to her. "Which diva did ya have a match against?"

Braelynn laughed, causing Drew to look at her in confusion. "You definitely didn't watch Survivor Series. I debuted with a group. I'm not one hundred percent sure what they're calling us," She said with a shrug. "But I'm with three other men."