"Well, boys, looks like a fine day, don't you think?"

The two lackeys nodded their heads vigorously, smiling up at the Superstar. He swung his briefcase proudly, walking down the middle of the hall. He could see the other students whispering jealously. He overheard words like traitor, sell-out, asshole, but he knew they all wished they could be in his place. Even if they didn't, even if their words were out of pure hatred and not just jealousy, he knew they'd never dare lay a finger on him. He was backed up by a ton of his allies. Jamie Noble, Joey Mercury, Kane, The Big Show, Triple H, Stephanie McMahon, they all had his back. He'd recently managed to get back their power after a match with John Cena and his rebel crew. Now he was at the top of the school again, and he felt pretty good. He'd even managed to get his annoying ex-'brother' off his back; the lunatic Dean Ambrose had been his tag team partner back when they, along with Roman Reigns, were in the tag team known as the Shield. It had been fun, but Seth felt it was getting unprofessional, and he was anything but unprofessional. So, he left the Shield, which should have been alright, he made it, shouldn't he be allowed to destroy it? But unfortunately, he hadn't realized how being in the Shield managed to keep Dean from going insane, so, with his recent 'betrayal', and a lack of anybody to restrain him, Dean Ambrose had decided upon Seth Rollins as his new target. But when the creepy new student, Bray Wyatt, began fixating on the lunatic, Dean's focus seemed to shift. Now if he could just keep John Cena off his back, he'd be golden.

He strolled up to his locker, and his security guards stood on either side of him, arms folded. They weren't the bodyguards you'd see on TV, but Seth didn't mind that. He was never the big guy in the Shield, that was always Roman. So with his new buddies being sort of short, he liked being the big man on campus. He looked good, he felt good, and with his contract for Money in the Bank almost guaranteeing him the championship, nothing could go wrong.

"Yo, Seth,"

The boy felt his face redden, and he turned around sheepishly. Roman Reigns stood above him, arms folded. His tattoo seemed to cling to his bulging arms, and Seth had to force himself not to zone out at the sight of him. He shook his head, and his lackeys stood in front of him protectively.

"What do you want?"

"Came to say good luck in our match today. Cause you'll sure as hell need it."

Seth laughed, turning to Joey Mercury, who snickered along with him, "I'll need it? I'll need it?" He found himself raising his voice, gaining the attention of a few passer-bys, "I doubt I'll need luck to win this match, Roman. If you couldn't tell, I'm the future of the WWE, and at the rate I'm going, nobody can slow me down, isn't that right, boys?"

They nodded, making Roman smirk, "Seems like you've got yourself a nice new little clique here. I guess sheep can't live without a herd."

"First of all, Roman, a group of sheep is called a flock. Second of all, I can do perfectly fine on my own. I'd totally leave these tag-alongs if I could, but since a certain lunatic proved that I am at risk of injury, I need these guys to protect me, because I am an asset to the company. I would absolutely prove myself as the lone future of the WWE, but Triple H told me that I'm too valuable to go on injury like you did."

Roman scowled, readjusting. He placed his feet apart, and gripped his vest, making Seth blush even more. "Oh, yeah, Seth, you've certainly come far," He said sarcastically, "From being a bodyguard to having bodyguards. Congratulations. Anyway, since you were apparently never really my brother, I don't really give a damn about your future. Don't let that fool you, though, cause I'm still pissed, and I'm sure as hell gonna save you a Superman punch for later. Believe that." With his piece spoken, he walked away, leaving himself with the last word.

Seth turned to the two beside him, "What the hell was that guy talking about? Glad I left that mess, he's shit at talking."

While he expected hearty agreements from the boys, he was surprised when they were staring at the floor. Jamie Noble spoke up, "Did you mean that?"

"What?"

"That you don't want us."

"Are you kidding me, man?" Seth patted their shoulders, "Lying. You guys are awesome. You know I couldn't just let him say that. I'm a great liar, aren't I? I even had you two fooled."

They laughed, murmered, "You really did."

And with that, Seth took back his briefcase, and sauntered to his English class.