It was the RAW after Wrestlemania 35, and Sasha thought she was about to become sick. That wasn't a very kind thought in her head, and as much as she wished she could get it out and never think it again, sitting at a table in catering, watching, no, glaring at Seth Rollins and Bayley really did make her sick. The way they sat there, in each other's arms. God, gag me with a fucking spoon Sasha thought.

Sasha loved Bayley. They had been friends forever. They had been through so much together, and were the Boss N' Hug Connection. First ever Woman's Tag Team champs. But between them winning and losing the titles, Seth and Bayley had gotten together, and that fucking burned Sasha up. She couldn't figure it out way, and tried not to show it around the 'happy couple', but she wasn't sure how long she could keep it up.

So, here Sasha sat. At the lonely end of a table, watching her best friend and Seth explore each other's mouths. Sasha didn't even want to think about what they did after the show. If they were willing to do this much in public, well then she never wanted to walk in on that shit.

Sasha couldn't explain why she was so upset. She didn't think she had any feelings for Seth. He was handsome, funny, and they had a lot of things in common. The internet sure did ship them. But for whatever reason, Sasha never really did she him that way. Or did she?

Sasha averted her eyes when they broke apart, turning their attention back to Sasha. "Sorry, Sash," Bayley started, "its just ever since NXT I've had a major crush on Seth, and now..."

"She can't get enough of me," Seth finished. Seth and Bayley shared a laugh, Sasha faking a chuckle to join them.

"Oh, I bet." Sasha muttered.

"What?" Seth asked.

"Nothing," Sasha started, putting her fakest smile on, "I'm just really happy for you too."

"Awww, thanks Sash, that means so much," Bayley reached across the table, pulling Sasha into a hug. Sasha could smell Rollins on her. His smell was something to enjoy. It captivated her. "Uh, Sash, you can let go." Sasha heard Bayley's voice and snapped out of it, noticing she might have enjoyed that a little too much.

"Well, I've got an upcoming segment, I'll see you both in a bit."

"I'll walk you to the curtain," Bayley jolted up, waving to Sasha as they walked off.

Sasha huffed. Alright, she could no longer ignore it. She did like Rollins. Just an innocent crush though, nothing more. She had it since NXT. Ever since seeing him in the crowd at her Takeover match. She felt a connection. She still loved Bayley, but she couldn't help but feel she was selling a lot of bullshit.

"What was that?" Sasha turned and saw Finn joining her at the table.

"What was what? The hug with Bayley?"

"No, that stuff with Rollins. You jealous or something?"

Sasha was taken aback. "What gives you that idea?"

Finn smirked and lightly laughed to himself. "You got to be kidding me, really? That glare. If you ever gave me that glare I'd move to SmackDown."

Sasha closed up a bit. Maybe she was showing everyone else her true feelings when she herself wasn't even sure. "Was it that noticeable."

"I don't think you could've made it more noticeable."

"Fuck! Finn, I don't know what to do. Only know do I feel this need to be with Seth. To taste him, to feel him, to..."

"Please," Finn put his hand up, motioning for Sasha to stop. "No more, ever, I swear, please."

"Sorry, got a little carried away there."

"I would think so."

...

That night Sasha couldn't sleep. The thought of Rollins. All the moments they shared where she could have spoke up. Said anything to get him to be hers, but she never did. She decided to go for a walk.

She swung her legs over the bed, peering at the clock. 2:00 AM. Alone in her room where she no longer wanted to be. She didn't care the time. She threw some clothes on and burst out the door.

At first she only walked throughout the hallways of the hotel, but that wasn't cutting it. She went to the lobby, which would maybe lead to her walking outside. She didn't care. The thoughts in her head needed to be gone.

She entered the lobby, looking down at the floor thinking how she could be with Seth if only...

Thud.

She walked right into someone. "Sorry, sor..."

Seth Rollins.

"Banks? What the hell? It's 2 in the morning, you should be getting your beauty sleep, not like you need it."

God did Sasha blush. "Seth, what about you?"

"Me? Oh, I'm just going for a jog. Couldn't sleep. Been thinking about the draft. Wondering about what superstars might come over and challenge for my newly won Universal title."

"Congrats by the way, I don't think I ever really got to say that to you."

"It's been nearly two days, Banks, got to step up your game."

Sasha looked off, muttering. "Well, you've kind of have had your tongue tied, so..."

Seth laughed and shook his head. "Sorry about that, by the way. Stealing you best friend all the time."

"You have no idea."

Seth and Sasha paused. Staring at each other. Sasha imagines leaning up and just kissing him, right there. Staring into his brown eyes, wrapping her legs around his waist, pressing against his...

"Sasha? Sasha?"

Sasha snapped out of it. "Huh?"

"Let me walk you to your room. You should get some rest."

"What about my walk?" Sasha protested.

"It's not the safest place at night," Seth said.

Sasha chuckled. "You sound so cliche'."

"Too 1950's for ya?" Seth jokingly asked as they stepped into the elevator.

Sasha began to laugh, nodding her head.

"I say," Seth began, in a poor 50's accent. "The city at this time is no place for a foxy dame like yourself."

Sasha burst out laughing, Seth joining her.

The elevator doors opened, and they tried to keep their laughter quiet, everyone most likely asleep. When they got to her door, she unlocked it, opening it before turning to Seth. "Thanks, Seth."

"Anytime, Banks." He smiled at her. He pulled Sasha into a tight hug, kissing her softly on the cheek. They broke apart, Sasha staring into Seth's eyes.

"Night, Rollins." Seth smiled, staring back. Sasha felt the blood stop in her body as Seth moved closer. She didn't know if she should stop him or not. His lips looked so...

"Uh," he caught himself. Awkwardly smiling and waving he said goodnight one last time before he took of down the hallway. Sasha let a deep breath out as she closed the door.

"Fuck."

...

The following week things did not get any better. It was getting harder for Sasha to take in and hide the burning feeling inside from Bayley and Seth's constant PDA. She hoped and hoped she'd get drafted to SmackDown. Far away from the romance growing. The romance she wished she had.

She sat down to eat before the show, but quickly changed her mind when she noticed a familiar duo sitting in each other's laps. Tears formed in Sasha's eyes. She quickly left, running into the hallway all the way to the woman's locker room.

There she was comforted by the fellow women, but didn't tell them exactly why she was upset. Please, SmackDown, was all she could think.

...

Sasha stood with the group in the hallway outside the ramp entrance and where the producers and directors sat. Triple H stood, looking over the group. "Listen up, the show starts in 2 hours, and we've finalized the draft picks. Some of you we already talked to, others we recently switched up. Reigns to SmackDown, Orton to RAW. Andrade to RAW. Lashley to SmackDown. Ziggler to SmackDown. Asuka to RAW. Corbin to SmackDown. Styles to RAW. Alexa to SmackDown."

Sasha hoped. All she wanted was to go to SmackDown. She couldn't take watching the torture.

"Lastly," Triple H started, "Bayley to SmackDown."