🍕Prob won't be posting for awhile lol.🍕
We walk through the lobby of the gym.
We enter a massive room that is outfitted with 4 rings.
On the outskirts, there are several different exercise stations.
Dean helps me warm up before escorting me into the ring.
We train for hours.
He teaches me many moves and I work with a female trainer.
We wrestle and she cheers me on.
"You're good. Born good, in fact. It's odd you'd get so great so fast. You've pinned me way too many times." She laughs as I shift off her pin.
Dean slaps the ring, laughing and I slide out to him.
"Get stretching. We have to go soon." He says as we sit on the floor by the ring.
I fix my sports bra and pull down my shorts as I straddle on the floor.
I bend down the middle and groan, my muscles stretching even more.
We stretch for a bit and wave my trainer off before getting dressed and hitching a cab to the arena.
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Before show, I walk around aimlessly.
Dean has to do something with a plan for his character and Seth and Roman ditch out to stretch.
I rub my arms, my ring gear being extremely skimpish.
"You look cold." He says, appearing from a dark corner.
"Just like your heart." I grin, quickly walking away.
Bray rushes after me and grabs my arm.
I turn around.
"What the fuck?" I yell.
"Darling, I-"
"Don't touch me!" I yank my arm away.
"Darlin... Shh." He shushes as he backs me up to the wall.
"Stop!" I yell and he covers my mouth.
"Shh. There's something you really need to know." He says.
I shake my head and bite his finger.
"C'mon. Don't play like that." He chuckles.
I yell into his hand.
"Calm down, for gods sake." He huffs.
He struggles to pull something out of his pocket.
He produces a crumbled up, slightly folded photo.
He closes my hand around it and kisses my forehead.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." He says as he walks away swiftly.
I slowly unfold the photo.
The yellow date stamped on it is the first thing I see.
12/1/14
The photo shows Dean and some other girl sitting at a bar looking pretty cozy.
Oh my god.
The face of the girl is cut out.
Oh my god.
I sink to the floor and sit, an awful feeling seeping into my stomach.
It has to be fake.
Oh my god.
It has to be fake.
Oh my god.
I curl into my knees as Dean rounds the corner.
