Sorry, it took me so long guys, but here is Chapter 4. I really hope you guys enjoy it.
I apologize for any and all grammatical errors.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the storyline

The next couple days were difficult for the pair. Dean was still pissed at Bayley and no matter what Bayley did to try and fix it, Dean resisted. At the moment, she was sitting backstage at RAW watching the show, specifically she was watching Dean. She was in awe of how good he was in the ring and on the mic. It was like Bayley was looking at a completely different person from who she'd been spending time with.

"Oh my god, is that Bayley?" Bayley giggled as she heard Paige from behind her, "No, that can't be Bayley. Our Bayley would've kept in contact with us even if she was workin' with Ambrose."

"I know," Bayley sighed as Paige sat down next to her followed by Summer, "It's just been really difficult dealing with Dean."

"Well, we did warn ya," Paige told her as Summer nodded.

"I know. I know," she told them as she sighed, "Where's Emma?"

"She's with Becca. Apparently she's getting some new gear," Summer explained, "She wanted to change up her look a bit." Bayley nodded as she returned her attention to the monitor.

"Your boy is killin' it," Paige pointed out. Bayley looked over at Paige with a roll of her eyes.

"He's not my boy," Bayley sighed used to the teasing from Paige. Every time Bayley worked with a guy, Paige always assumed that Bayley would end up with them.

"Besides I thought you told me, not to get involved with Dean," Bayley questioned her. Paige shrugged her shoulders at her question.

"What does," Bayley imitated Paige's shrug, "that mean?"

"Why are you getting so testy, Miss Bay?" Summer asked amused while Paige smirked at Bayley.

"I'm not getting testy," Bayley chuckled as she looked at both of them.

"I think you are," Summer teased. Bayley rolled her eyes as Paige and Summer chuckled.

"Hey, how come you guys didn't give me some heads up about Dean and AJ?" Bayley asked. She watched as Summer and Paige looked at each other in shock before looking at Bayley.

"What?!" They both cried which made Bayley instantly regret mentioning it.

"Oh crap," she mumbled, "You guys didn't know?"

"No, we didn't know," Paige exclaimed, "When did this happen?"

"Are they dating? Is it just a friends with benefits thing?" Summer grilled her.

"Crap, crap, crap!" Bayley scolded herself as she stood from her seat and started pacing, "You two have to forget I ever mentioned that, right now."

"Forget you mentioned what?" Bayley turned to see Emma standing there in her new gear.

"Wow, nice gear, Em," Bayley complimented her. Emma looked down and did a little twirl.

"Yeah?" Emma questioned, "I don't know. I think it looks a little too much like Eve Torres' gear."

"No, Em, you look awesome. This looks great," Bayley assured her.

"Paige? Summer?" Emma asked them.

"She's right, Em, you look great," Paige told her.

"Yeah, you look badass and if anyone tries to compare you to Eve, take it as a compliment. Eve was a badass and so are you," Summer suggested.

"Thanks guys," Emma smiled, "So, what is it that Bayley wants you guys to forget about?"

"Apparently, Dean and AJ are a thing," Summer explained.

"Summer!"

"What she asked and I'm answering," Summer stated.

"What?" Emma asked in shock, "Really? Are they dat-"

"We've already asked her all that," Paige explained, "So, you gonna answer our questions, Bay?" Bayley debated about what to do. She felt guilty for even opening her mouth.

"Guys, can we please just stop talking about this, okay?" Bayley begged her anxiety and guilt eating away at her, "I just mentioned it because I figured you guys knew since you seem to know everything about everyone's business. Please, you have to promise not to say a word to anyone. Promise me you won't-"

"Okay, okay, okay," Paige told Bayley as she grabbed her shoulders, "Bayley, calm down. We were just havin' a bit of fun. We won't tell anyone. You know you can trust us." Summer and Emma joined in with Paige to assure Bayley that they'd keep it a secret. Bayley felt herself relax, but her guilt was still there. She hadn't been working with Dean that long and she'd already betrayed his trust.

"Look, we have to go, but are you okay?" Paige asked her concerned, "We didn't mean to get you all worked up."

"Yeah, I'm fine now," she responded, which was partially true.

"Ya sure?" Paige questioned her.

"Yeah, yeah," Bayley told her, "You guys go, I'll be fine." They all were skeptical, but accepted her words as each one hugged Bayley before leaving her by herself. Bayley sat down and put her head between her legs while she took deep breaths hoping it would help. Her mom used to tell Bayley to do that whenever she felt anxious about something.

"Well, this is an interesting view," Bayley shot up and turned to see Dean behind her looking beyond amused as he leaned against the wall behind him. Bayley stood up and turned to face him when she realized where his eyes had been looking. She must have stood to fast because she felt slightly dizzy.

"Careful there, sunshine," Dean said as he grabbed Bayley's waist to steady her. Bayley grabbed his arms and shut her eyes.

"You okay?" he asked as he watched her carefully. Bayley nodded her head slightly as she started taking deep breaths.

"Just a little light headed," she explained, "Give me a second." The two stood there, both ignorant to how their current position might look to others. Dean, with his hands on Bayley's waist, looking at her with a mix of curiosity and concern. Bayley, with her eyes closed and her head bowed, clutching his arms like her life depended on it. Bayley slowly opened her eyes and was met with Dean's chest. She looked up at him and could see concern in his eyes, which touched Bayley. She slowly let go of his arms, but when she tried to take a step away from him, she was surprised to find resistance. She looked down to see Dean's hands on her waist and she felt her cheeks flush.

"I'm good," Bayley assured him as she gently removed his hands. Dean didn't want to let go of her afraid that she'd collapse. It was at that moment that he realized how fragile Bayley looked. He looked down at his hands in hers before wrenching his from her. He didn't like how concerned he had felt for her or that he cared that she looked so fragile. He didn't like these weird feelings blooming in his chest; actually they were pissing him off.

"Whatever," he grumbled which confused Bayley, "Do you have anything scheduled for me tomorrow?"

"Uh...I'm not sure," Bayley mumbled as she grabbed her phone to check her calendar. She looked for tomorrow's date and skimmed through what she had written.

"Nope, there's nothing planned for you tomorrow," she told him.

"Good," he said as he started to walk away.

"Wait a minute," Bayley called as she reached out and caught his arm.

"What the fuck do you want?" Dean growled. Bayley was taken aback by how dramatically Dean's attitude had changed.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," he replied, "What's wrong with you?"

"What?"

"You," he stressed, "What's wrong with you? You're the one that was about to faint. So, I think if anyone should be asked that question it's you, not me."

"I was feeling anxious earlier, tried to calm myself down, and then stood up too fast," Bayley answered him, "Your turn. What's wrong?" Dean looked at Bayley as if she was nuts.

"You expect me to answer you just because you answered me?" Dean questioned her. Bayley just nodded.

"Not gonna happen, sunshine," Dean stated as he turned away from her. Bayley, more determined than ever, quickly moved in front of him which just annoyed Dean.

"Move, Bayley," he ordered and Bayley was struck by the fact that he'd called her by her name. She hadn't yet heard him address her by her name. She was used to being called "sunshine", so she was slightly thrown hearing her name come from his lips.

"N-No," she countered shaking away her shock, "Not until you talk to me." Dean glared down at her not in the mood for her bullshit.

"Move," he hissed which didn't scare Bayley. She'd dealt with far scarier guys then Dean and she hadn't backed down from them. She took a step closer to him. They were so close that their noses were almost touching.

"You want me to move?" she inquired already knowing the answer, "Then talk to me."

"Fuck this," he groaned as he pushed past Bayley. Bayley was surprised, but quickly regained her composure. She grabbed his arm to stop him, but he just shook her off.

"What are you so afraid of?" she called after him. Dean halted his steps and turned to face her.

"Afraid?" he asked as he walked back towards her, "What the fuck makes you think I'm afraid of anything?"

"That's the only reason I can come up with for why you won't talk to me," Bayley reasoned.

"Oh no, I'm not falling for this shit again," Dean said as he shook his head, "You're not gonna fuck with my head again."

"I'm not, I just want to know," she told him.

"Bullshit," he challenged, "Your whole job depends on fucking with my head and fixing me. You don't actually give a fuck about how I feel or what's wrong with me. You just want to do your job and get your check." Bayley was horrified to hear his words.

"Is that what you really think?" she barely got out, "That all I want is to fix you and then get paid?"

"It's not what I think," he said as he clenched his fists, "It's what I know." Before Bayley could respond, he was walking away from her. She stood there and felt her eyes start to tear up.

"Oh Dean," she sighed to herself as she wiped away a stray tear, "Who hurt you this much?"

Well, that's it. I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I'm not sure when the next one will be up, but until then I'd really appreciate if you could leave a review of what you thought of this chapter.
~Brittany~