Undertaker had dragged her into catering, ordering her to eat something, and then left her there alone. She quickly fixed a plate with food, grabbed a bottle of water and then took off before anyone would come in there and find her.
Finding her way to the roof was just as easy as it used to be. She knew most of the arenas, being on the road with her father for years had given her that advantage. The roof in this arena had always been a safe place for her. No one ever came up there. She quickly learned that had changed when she suddenly heard the door open behind her.
"Oh, that's just great!" Dean growled.
"Play nice. We talked about this," Roman said.
"Yeah, whatever," Dean snorted.
She didn't turn around. She quietly put the last piece of baked potato in her mouth, chewing and swallowing, letting the rest of the water from the bottle follow right after. She was waiting for them to make a move, for the freaking hounds to attack, only they didn't.
"Hi there," Roman said as he walked into her view. "I think we started off on the wrong foot."
"You think?" She shook her head.
"Let's try this again. I'm Roman," he said and stuck out his hand.
"If I wasn't Undertaker's daughter, would you be this friendly towards me now?" She asked.
He moved his hand away, feeling stupid that she didn't take it.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," she said.
"Listen, we're sorry, alright? We tend to let it go to our heads a bit," Seth said as he stepped up next to Roman.
"A bit? That's an understatement," she said.
"We're sorry. All of us," Roman said and sent a hard look over her, clearly aiming for Dean who was still standing behind her.
"I'm not," Dean said.
"Dean, swallow your pride and apologize," Roman said.
"No way!" Dean said firmly.
He did however get into her sight as well as he joined his friends. His arms were crossed in front of his chest as he stared down at her as if she was nothing but a road bump they needed to get over.
"It's alright," she said as she stood up. "I'm not here to make friends."
"Then why are you here?" Seth asked.
"Because my father forced me to," she answered.
"Why?" Seth asked.
"That's really none of your business," she answered.
"Oh, fangirl got secrets," Dean's face suddenly lit up. "I bet he caught his little girl in bed with the wrong guy."
"Not in bed," she mumbled.
"Oh, do spill," Dean chuckled. "Suddenly you're way more interesting than I thought."
She rolled her eyes and turned around, hearing Roman mumble Dean's name, probably setting him straight or at least telling him to shut up.
"Wait," Roman called out, making her turn to look at him again. "Where are you going?"
"Why do you care?" She asked.
"He doesn't," Dean answered.
Roman slapped him across the chest but never took his eyes off of her.
"You just seem like you really don't wanna be here. I might be wrong. Are you trying to avoid someone?" He asked.
"How about everyone?" She countered. "Really not in the mood to take a trip down memory lane."
"So come with us," Roman said.
"What?" Seth asked.
"Yeah, what?" Dean chimed in.
"Hide in our locker room. No one comes in there anyway," Roman said.
"Aw, no one wants to play with the new kids?" She taunted.
"More like everyone is intimidated by us," Seth said.
She thought about it for a few seconds. What was the worst that could happen? They wouldn't dare pull a stunt like they did earlier in the ring now that they knew who she was. Everyone else might be intimidated by them but she knew that like everyone else, they too were intimidated by Undertaker.
"Fine, lead the way," she sighed.
Only Roman smiled by her words and she figured that the rumours were true about him being the most calm and friendly one of them. She honestly didn't care. She wasn't going with them to make friends with them. It was just a useful solution to her problem.
"Why don't you sit down in a corner and look pretty?" Dean said once they were inside the locker room.
"Dean," Roman said.
"No, I don't wanna hear a word out of her. It's enough I have to look at her," Dean said.
"You don't have to look at me. You can choose to look at me or choose to look away. It's really not that hard," she said.
She walked over to the far end of the bench, the so called corner, and leaned up against the wall. She looked up in the ceiling, trying once again to convince herself this was the right solution. She didn't actually mind that he told her to shut up. She preferred not to talk to him, to any of them for that matter.
"So, Maisie, was it?" Roman asked.
"Yeah," she answered.
"Like I said on the roof, I'm Roman and this here..." He said.
"I know who you are," she cut him off. "My father is a fucking wrestler too. I know who everyone else."
"Uh, snappy little one," Seth laughed.
"I was just trying to be friendly," Roman said.
"You really don't have to do that. I don't wanna be here anymore than Dean wants me here," she said.
Dean chuckled at that comment, agreeing with her with a single head nod.
"Come on, it can't be that bad. You get to watch hot guys all day long," Seth tried with a joke.
"Maybe I'm into women," she said.
"You are?" Seth asked.
"Or maybe I dream about becoming a nun," she said.
"She's fucking with you," Roman chuckled.
"This one is the bright one," she said and pointed at Roman while still looking at Seth. "Internet gossip has it all wrong when they say you got the brains in this group."
"And you just admitted to be reading about us online," Seth smirked.
She blushed and looked down. She had been caught. To be fair, it wasn't just them she was reading about. She was reading about most of the people even though she never wanted to be here again.
"Shield, you're on in ten!" A voice sounded from the other side of the door.
"Feel free to stay here," Roman said and smiled.
"I might just do that," she said. "Thanks."
"If you're gonna continue being a pain in my ass, please wear something sexy next time so I at least can block out your annoying voice," Dean grumped on his way out.