Wasted

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: This is fictional. I only own Kate.

A/N: This is my new Dean Ambrose story. Obviously I have a self control problem, as I just posted my Out of Control sequel, and I'm working on Dominos. But...I just can't help myself. Hope you guys enjoy. Please keep me posted on what you think :) Love you guys!

"I really can't wait for you to come home. It sucks not seeing my big brother for so long," Kate Preston told her older, half-brother over the phone.

"I know. It'll be nice to have a few days off, too. And I did call to talk to you, I also need a favor," Colby Lopez, otherwise known as Seth Rollins, told her.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Jon is coming with me. So, can you run to my house when you get a chance and make sure the guestroom is good? I put some of my stuff in there just to store it until I had time to sort through it all."

"Doesn't he have anywhere else to go? I feel like they have shelters for rabies-infested animals that no one wants," she bitterly quipped.

"Come on. Don't call him an animal."

"You're right. That's insulting to the animals. Let me try again…maybe he can find a short pier to take a long walk off of. Or the top of a building he can fall off of?"

"Kate, come on. He's my best friend. Can't you two just get along…ever?" he asked.

"Hmmm…ever? No," she replied. "He's a fucking douchebag, and he's an asshole to me whenever the opportunity presents itself…or when he created an opportunity because he's that much of a piece of shit."

"And I'll make sure that he behaves himself. Please?" Colby begged her.

"Ugh fine. I'll stop by your house tomorrow before I go to work and make sure it's good enough for the dickhead, even though he belongs in a cage," Kate relented. "But remember…you owe me now, my friend."

He laughed. "Of course. We're gonna go out Friday night," he offered.

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I can't believe my brother…my own flesh and blood is going to force me to see that brainless buffoon. I enjoy my life so much more when he's nowhere near me," she complained, rolling her eyes.

"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way."

"That's a slap in the face. Col, don't be a douche. Clearly fuckface has been influencing your behavior," she snapped.

Colby laughed. "Okay, I'm sorry, my darling sister. I will do my best to referee the two of you when you fight like dogs."

"Ugh. You're such a pain in my ass," Kate groaned.

"But you love me anyway."

"You're teetering on that fine line between loving you and smothering you in your sleep," she told him.

"Yeah. Yeah. Alright. I've gotta go. I promised Jon that we would leave by two-thirty, so we'll have some extra time to hang out in LA. I'll talk to you later."

"Alright. Be safe. And if you decide to drop him off in the middle of a desert to die, I'll be eternally grateful," Kate said.

"You're so mean."

"Well, he says the same shit about me to you."

"True."

"Alright. Be safe. I love you, Col."

"Love you, too."

"Bye." The twenty-six year old brunette hung up the phone. She glanced at the clock. It was two-twenty-nine.

Kate couldn't wait for the workday to be over already. She maintained a position as a Human Resources executive for a corporate bank, which meant she spent the hours of about eight to five sitting at a desk. But she made six figures, which, for only being twenty-six, was impressive. Of course, she had plenty of connections. Not to mention, Kate had a lot of money and didn't necessarily need to work anyway.

Kate had been married to the Chief Financial Officer of said corporate bank. She had been married for only two years when she caught him cheating on her and divorced him. He was the one who elected to pay her alimony, in hopes that it would make the divorce quick and less acrimonious, and she wouldn't argue that. She enjoyed working. Of course working with her ex-husband wasn't always easily, especially when they both worked with the woman he had cheated on her with…his secretary. But they made it work. And truth be told, Kate and Tom, her ex, didn't hate each other. But it was terribly uncomfortable at times.

Colby and Kate had the same mother but different fathers. However, they were close enough in age that they had been inseparable from the day she was born. When Colby was on the road during his early days as a wrestler, she would join him whenever she could.

That's how she met the famous Jonathan Good. He was her brother's best friend. And, at first, she got along really well with him. But they had grown to hate each other over the last few years. They could barely be in the same room with each other without going at it, flinging insults, profanities, and hurtful words.

Kate dreaded having to see Jon again. Granted, she only saw him maybe once every month or two. But she still hated having to grin and bear it.

"Are you finally off of the phone?" Jon questioned Colby, while he was sitting in the driver's seat of the rented car that had been sitting in the hotel parking lot.

"Yeah," Colby replied, getting into the passenger's seat and shutting the door.

"Who were you talking to? Leighla?"

"Nah…Kate."

"Ugh. Why the fuck would you waste your time talking to that stupid bitch?"

"She's my sister, bro. Don't call her that."

"She's also a bitch. That isn't my fault."

"Seriously, Jon?" Colby shot.

"Alright. Alright. Did you tell her that I'm gonna be coming home with you?"

"Yeah…"

"Was she pissed?" Jon asked with a smirk.

"Yes. Very pissed," Colby replied with an eye roll.

"Ha. Awesome."

"Can you two ever even try to get along?"

"No. I really fucking hate her."

"Well, you're my Best Man. Kate is Leighla's Maid of Honor. You have to walk down the aisle together at our wedding, you know."

"Oh God. Don't remind me. I don't want to be photographed with her."

"Oh shut up about it, Jon. You're being a pain in my ass. Kate's my sister. I love her. And, as my best friend, you're gonna have to deal with that."

"Yeah. I know. But no one said I had to be happy about it."

"You're ridiculous," Colby groaned. "You act like she's some evil troll out to get you. Do you know I was afraid that when you met her, I was afraid that you were going to try to be with her? And you got along for a while, too. I don't know what the hell happened, but you've been a douche to her ever since."

"First of all, it isn't just me. She's a bitch to me, too. And secondly, I have no interest in dating your sister. Hell, her own husband had no interest in dating her either," he quipped.

"Shut the fuck up about her marriage, Jon. Tom was an asshole who cheated on her. That wasn't her fault."

"Maybe she wasn't putting out," Jon replied with a shrug.

"What did I say?! She's my sister. I don't want to hear that," Colby firmly spoke.

"Fine. Then, let's change the subject. Every time I hear your sister's name, I can't control what comes out of my mouth."

"Fine," Colby agreed. "So, are you still talking to Renee?"

"Nah. She's a great girl and all. I'm just…I don't want to be attached to anyone. You know me. I don't do relationships or that emotional bullshit, and she seemed to be acting like that, so I had to cut it off."

"Yeah, but you're getting older, bro. You're not gonna want to be alone forever," Colby pointed out.

"I'm not worried about it," he replied with a shrug. "You want that whole on person forever kind of life. And I'm happy you have Leighla. She's awesome. That's just not for me. At least not now," he explained.

"Well, you should at least start thinking about it."

"Maybe."

"So, we're gonna go out Friday night. There's this great bar a couple of blocks away from my house. So, I figure we can go there," Colby told his friend.

"Sounds good to me," Jon agreed.

"Cool."

"Is your sister gonna be joining us?"

"Yup, so if you could not be a dick to her, I'd really appreciate it."

Jon rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll try not to be completely mean to her. But I'm sorry, I can't be nice to her. I really can't stand her."

"That's fine. I just want to be able to enjoy my evening with my future wife, best friend, and sister without any issues," Colby explained.

"I will do my absolute best to avoid any knockdown, drag out brawls with Satan's favorite creation," Jon assured him with a smile.

Colby shot him a glare. "You really can't help yourself, can you?"

Jon shrugged. "What can I say? I wish she didn't exist."

"That's a bit harsh. She's a good person. If you knew her, instead of just being a complete and utter dick to her, you'd probably like her."

"Yeah. No thank you. Having had the unfortunate experience of having met her is more than enough for me."

"Bullshit. You know, if you were less of an ass to her, you'd probably be trying to sleep with her."

"God no. Don't insult me like that."

Colby shook his head with a smirk. "Sure."