My name is Dee and I live life with a twist.

I looked at my best friend who was crying he eyes out. She looked at me with pain in her eyes. After six long years, the guy of her dreams broke up with her. Within a few seconds, I saw Trinity's expression change from pain to hate.

"He's dead to me. I don't want to Moxley or Ambrose or Jonathan Good another day in my life." She punched the wall in our locker and I heard her knuckles connect with the wall.

"You have got to calm it." I could tell that it was something she had done to piss him off. A certain thing came to me "He doesn't know, does he?"

"Yeah but Punk ratted us out. Dee, I'm sorry. I know that its my fault and I want to make it up to you."

I looked at her and felt bad for her. "No. Don't go out like that." I sat her down and crouched between her legs. "I know you better than that. I know you love him and I don't like seeing you like this. Do me this favor and I'll do whatever you want." She looked down at me and smiled.

"But what if I don't want him? Maybe I want someone better." I slowly stood up and looked at her. I saw lust in her eyes and she stood with me.

She giggled and got a text from Roman. I took her phone and turned it off. She wrapped her arms around my neck and stood on on her tiptoes to look at me.

"Dee, I want more than him. I can't be with him forever. You know that, He knows that and I know that."

I moved her arms and walked out of the locker. I went and found my boyfriend and hugged him from behind.

"Seth, do you know what happened in the ring today? Trin came to the locker room upset as hell."

"Babe, Ambrose was mad that we lost our match and He didn't mean anything he said." Seth looked down at me and softly kissed my forehead. "Meet us in our hotel room and we'll explain everything."

Later after Raw, Trinity and I were on the way to the hotel when she had to use the bathroom. I got some gas and watched as she walked away. I texted Roman and the conversation turned me on. I sat in the car and waited but Trin's phone went off. I checked her messages and saw what actually hurt Dean.

"What are you doing?" She screamed at me and tried to take the phone.

"I'm not the reason. You were cheating with his best friend."

"No I wasn't. He likes to play games so I decide to play with him."

To be continued