Here's the next chapter as promised! It's alot longer than the rest of them! (I hit 3,000 words!) I'm sorry that this took longer than I said it would. I had to study for my CPR certification course. But that's over now and I'm now certified! Thanks to all the people who reviewed the last chapter. Can we try to get this story to 15 reviews? Feedback is always appreciated! Also the promo that Seth does, I completely made it up.

The following night at the taping for Smackdown, I was scheduled to go out to the ring with Seth as he delivered a promo.

I was in hair and makeup letting Sandy to prep me for tonight. Sandy was one of the few friends I had made since joining the WWE. No other superstars had made an effort to introduce themselves, and I certainly wasn't going to just go up to one of them.

"So, how do you like working with Seth Rollins?" She asks curiously as she powders my forehead.

"Um, he's okay. He was really nice when I first met him. Yesterday, he was kinda rude." I say. The last encounter I had with Seth had really puzzled me. I couldn't figure out what his problem was for the life of me.

"Yeah, you're probably right." I say with a sigh.

"I always am." She boasts.

"Can you do me a favor?" I ask sweetly, throwing in the puppy dog eyes for good measure.

"Depends on what it is." She says suspiciously.

"Can I carpool with you to Nashville? I called the rental place earlier, and they had already rented all of theirs out."

"That shouldn't be a problem. Just remind me, you know how easily I can forget." And she was right. I may have only know Sandy for a little over two weeks but I still knew how easily she could forget. I had heard many stories of how she had driven halfway to the next city before remembering that she had left her beauty supplies at the arena she had just came from.

When she finishes up my hair and makeup I take a look at myself in the mirror. My eyes are enhanced with a smoky brown look with black winged eyeliner. My hair is in its usual soft curls. Tonight, my dress was a burgundy peplum number, with another pair of nude heels. The nude heels were becoming a bit of a staple for my character.

"You look great, Kat. The dress really shows off your waist to ass ratio." Sandy says with appraise.

"My what?" I ask furrowing my eyebrows and looking closer at my waist, before turning to the side to look at my butt.

"Your waist to ass ratio. Or in other words, how tiny you waist is, but how big your butt is." She explains.

"That's a good thing, right?" I ask, just to make sure.

"Yes, it's a good thing!" She says with a roll of her eyes, "Now, get out of here before a stagehand has to come find you." She asserts before lightly pushing me out of the door.

When I'm a little ways away from the gorilla position, I can already see Seth sitting on a lighting case, reviewing what looked like a script. I really hope he's in a better mood than he was Monday night.

When he hears the sound of heels, he looks up. His gaze travels from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet, before he goes back up to meet my eyes.

"Hi," he breathes out.

"Hey." I respond.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but just like the very first time we met, he's interrupted by a stagehand telling us we have 50 seconds.

We stand awkwardly right before the curtain. I'm smoothing my dress down, like I normally do when I'm nervous. And Seth is switching his weight from one foot to the other. That must be his nervous habit.

"Should we like hold hands or something?" He asks scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Yeah, sounds good." I affirm, while grabbing his hand. I was slightly baffled by how natural it felt. But before I can think anymore about it, Seth's music hits and he's pulling my hand and walking through the curtain.

This was only my second time being out in the crowd, but I could hear the difference between the first time and now. But then again it could've been because I was walking out with Seth.

At the top of the ramp, Seth pauses and hoists his briefcase into the air. Then he starts walking again. As we're walking down the ramp, I hear one woman call out "YOU LUCKY BITCH!" to me as we pass her, making me laugh.

I look up at Seth with a smile as we're walking to see him already laughing and looking down at me. That was definitely going to look cute as a gif on tumblr in a couple of days.

When we get to the ring, Seth climbs in first so he can sit on the ropes allowing me to climb in. When I bend over there are immediately a couple of wolf whistles that come from the group of probably intoxicated young guys behind me.

When I stand up straight, I notice Seth glaring at the group of guys harshly. I put my hand on his back, so I could make it look like I was calming him down and getting him to focus on what he really came out here for.

When he is handed a microphone, he takes a deep breath to begin but stops when the crowd starts "You sold out" chants. He rolls his eyes at the crowd before trying to start again.

"Sunday, I will be facing Roman Reigns at Night of Champions. I know many of you don't believe I can beat him because of my loss on Monday. You think that since I lost once, I'll do it again." He says, "But you're wrong. Come Sunday night, I'll be more ready than ever to face Roman Reigns. Not only will I be more prepared, I'll also have the most stunning girl I've ever seen standing in my corner and cheering me on." He says, looking down at me with a smile. "I can guarantee that I'll walk out of Night of Champions victorious. So, if you're going to believe in anyone, believe in Seth Rollins."

Then he smiles at the crowd evilly before dropping his mic. He retakes my hand and guides me to the ropes, and then he helps me out of the ring. Instead of taking my hand, he puts his arm around my shoulders.

When we finally reach backstage, Seth lets his arm linger around my shoulders until he realizes it and then he quickly removes it like I had a disease or something. I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes at him.

"Well, goodnight Seth. I'm done for the night, so I'm gonna go. I'll see you Sunday." I say. He looks a bit taken aback by how speedy of an exit I make but he says his goodbye anyway.

While making my way to the dressing room, I call Sandy to make sure she's still in there arena. She picks up on the third ring.

"Hello?" She asks.

"Hey, are you still here?" I ask.

"Am I still where?" She says, sounding totally confused.

"At the arena.." I trail off, hoping she's just playing a cruel joke on me.

"Oh! I'm sorry there was a family emergency and I had to leave early." She says but I can it in her voice that she's lying to me.

"You forgot, didn't you?" I accuse.

"Yes.." She trails off, sounding sheepish.

"Dammit, Sandy! How am I supposed to get to Nashville?!" I demand, running my hands through my hair.

"Take the bus?" She suggests, jokingly. Even though she was joking, I still huff in annoyance and hang up on her.

I was so frustrated that I could feel the tears brimming. If I actually had coworkers that I was friends with I could catch a ride with them, but I did not. The closest thing I had to a friend here was Seth, and even he was a long shot from being a friend. Or I could catch a ride with that one cameraman that always films my backstage segments, but I didn't even know where to find him tonight.

Sighing to myself, I knew who I had to ask. Seth. Letting out another sigh, I make my way to the dressing room. I take my time considering there was still and hour left in the show.

Walking slowly to the dressing room only killed 2 minutes. Only 58 minutes to go. In the dressing room I wash off all my makeup, and replace my dress with a pair of leggings and a 'Property of WWE' shirt.

Deciding that the best way to make sure that I didn't miss Seth was if I waited by the door that all the Superstars would exit out of the get to their respective cars.

I roll my suitcase to the door and plop down on it. I was going to be here for a while.

-x-

Smackdown had ended at least 20 minutes ago, and I started to get worried that I had somehow managed to miss him.

I'm in the middle of a very intense game of Subway Surfers when someone says "I thought you were gone for the night." Their interruption causes me to lose track of what I was doing and run right into the subway. I look up and I'm relieved to see Seth. He had changed out of his black suit to a pair of black sweat pants and a white T-shirt. The baseball cap that he had on adds to how cute he looks.

"Dammit, Seth," I say, looking up at him with a pout "I was getting ready to beat my high score!"

"Sorry," he chuckles "but what are you still doing here?"

I take a deep breath in, I really hope he'll let me ride with him. If not I was screwed.

"Well..you see.." I start, but then I start to feel like a complete idiot, so I just kind of stutter.

"Spit it out, Kat." Seth says impatiently.

"I kinda don't have a ride to Nashville." I say with a grimace.

"You're kidding, right? How do you not have a ride?" He asks incredulously.

"My ride left without me." I say, deflated.

"Ah, that sucks." He says. I don't think he was understanding what I needed him to do.

"So, can I ride with you?" I ask nervously.

He stares at me blankly for a moment, and it makes me really worried that he's going to refuse. But then he breaks out into a smile.

"I'm not going to just leave you here, grab your suitcase and come on."

"Oh, thank you so much!" I say relieved, hopping up and grabbing my suitcase and following behind Seth.

"Yeah, yeah. Now there are a couple of rules when riding with me." Uh oh. "You can't complain about the music I put on, you can't try to play those stupid road games, like the license plate game. And you can't fall asleep."

"Is that all?" I ask, as Seth leads me to a black Malibu. He pops the truck, and starts to put our suitcases in it.

"Yup, here are the keys, go ahead and crank it." He says reaching into the pocket of his sweatpants to hand me the keys.

I climb in the car and crank it just like he asked. I'm buckling my seat belt when Seth gets in the car. And even though the car's cranked and everything he just sits there and stares at me.

"What?" I ask skeptical.

"Nothing." He says with a smile, before starting to back the car out.

"No, what?" I ask.

"I've just never seen you without makeup on." He says with a shrug.

"Oh. Is it that bad?" I ask feeling a bit hurt.

"No, no, it's actually..better." He says.

At this point, I don't even know what to say to him so I just nod and turn to look out the window.

The car is silent for a while, the only sound comes from Seth's music playing quietly.

I couldn't help but feel so relieved. Not only was Seth nice enough to give me a ride, he was actually being nice, unlike how he was acting on Monday. I still couldn't figure out what was wrong with him that night.

"Um, Kat." Seth says, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"I just wanted to apologize for how I acted last night. I realize I was short with you last night, and you didn't deserve it. I was just frustrated because I'm scheduled to lose Sunday." He says with a sigh.

"It's okay," I say, glad that I knew it wasn't something I did. "No one ever wants to be told that they have to lose."

"Yeah. But I don't want to talk about it. Why don't you tell me about yourself? I mean, it looks like we're going to be working together for a while, I feel like I should get to know you." He says with a shrug.

"Well, um. I don't know what to say. What do you want to know?" I ask. I had always been terrible at talking about myself. Even when I was in school and they made us do those stupid get to know you games.

"Where are you from?"

"Florida, originally. But I was living in Stamford before joining the WWE." I say, and Seth nods his head at me.

"When did you get into wrestling? And if you say when you joined the business, I'll kick you out of my car." He says seriously.

"I got into wrestling when I came out of the womb." I say with a laugh.

"My dad was and still is a hardcore wrestling fan. He wanted my mom to name me Mae Young. That thankfully didn't happen. But ever since I was born, by dad would hold me, and we'd sit in front of the TV together and watch it. So no, I've loved wrestling ever since I can remember. I always said I was going to be a diva one day." I say, reminiscing the nights that my dad and I would just sit in front of the TV and talk about how it was my dream to become a Diva.

"That's good. There aren't enough Divas that actually have a passion for the business." He says. "So, you came from the Indies then?"

"Yeah, I joined a little local federation, and then just worked my way up."

"Did you're friends doubt you when you said you were going to become a diva?" He asks.

"What friends?" I say, with a bitter laugh.

"You didn't have friends in high school?"

"No, no one wants to be friends with the wierd girl who loves wrestling. I was the outcast in high school." I say looking down at my hands, remembering how each day I would sit alone in the cafeteria.

"You didn't even have guy friends?" When I shake my head he looks at me in disbelief. "Guys didn't want to hang out with a beautiful girl like yourself, that loved wrestling?"

I blush at the beautiful comment, "I guess not." I say with a shrug.

"I bet they're all kicking themselves now." He says looking over at me with a smile.

"Maybe." I say with a shrug.

"Tell me if this is too personal, but have you never had a boyfriend then?"

"It's fine. I've had a boyfriend before. I got my first serious boyfriend when I graduated high school. I met him at the local federation that I told you about earlier. His name was Eric, and he was the first and last boy I've ever loved."

"What do you mean the last boy you ever loved?" He asks in confusion.

"I haven't had a boyfriend since him."

"Did it end badly?"

"Sort of. When I started to get more successful in the wrestling world than him, he got jealous so we broke up."

"You guys were like the modern-day Sable and Marc Mero!" He says with a laugh.

"I guess so." I say, laughing.

"When did you guys break up?"

"About 4 months before I got signed with the WWE."

"Wow, hasn't been long then. Sorry for making you talk about it." He says remorsefully.

"It's okay, it was for the best." I say with a shrug even though I really missed Eric sometimes.

"But hey, just think about it. If you get to missing him to much, you have Erick Rowan!" He says trying to lighten up the mood some.

I stare at him seriously for a minute before breaking out into a smile, "It's weird because he's a ginger too."

We both laugh for a bit before the car goes silent again.

"You know, Kat. You're not half bad." He says breaking the silence and looking over at me with a smile.

"You aren't either, Seth." I say giving him a smile that matches my own.

-x-

I don't remember when it happened. But I had done one of the few things Seth had asked me not to do. Fall asleep. I had only been stirred awake when I felt someone unbuckle my seatbelt, and lift me from the car.

I open one eye to see we had arrived at the hotel.

"Thought one of the rules was to not fall asleep on me, Katherine." Seth says as he carries me through the parking lot and into the hotel.

"Sorry." I whisper, as I try to fall back asleep.

I vaguely hear him give the receptionist his name, and then mine to check us in. Then I hear the ding of an elevator, so I assume he's taking me up to my room. I feel him step off the elevator, and then stop in front of what I'm guessing is a door. I hear him slide the room key and then a click, and the door opens. He lays me down on the bed, and I feel him hover over me for a bit, but then he stands up straight again.

"Goodnight, Kat." I hear him call as he makes his way to the door.

"Night, Seth." I whisper.

Then I hear the door open and he's gone.

AN:/ hoped you like this chapter! please review! I want at least 15 for this story!