Roman Reigns had been on the receiving end of his fair share of harassment and peer abuse. Being a five-ten chubby neckbeard painted an unfair target on his back, in high school, due to no fault of his own.
After his growth spurt between his junior and senior year, it seemed that hard times regarding his body and personality were far behind in his rearview mirror… or so he thought.
Twenty-two individual eyeballs glued to Roman's person searching for an explanation to the dirty video they each received within the last hour. Eleven individuals, ranging from horrified to confused to a mix of both, pressed Reigns for answers. Answers, of course, he didn't have.
"Roman, what the fuck?"
Roman didn't have an explanation for what was said and done in the video. It had been after a frustrating day at practice and he needed to blow off some steam. Tessa insisted that she was into the whole "name-calling" thing so Roman took liberty with that and screamed every name under the sun.
"I… uh, the…" Roman stammered, trying to find the words to somehow make himself look less like a sex-crazed monster. "I don't know, man. I think practice was shit that day. Joe was getting on my ass and I jammed my fingers."
"I don't think that makes it ok," AJ Lee chimed in. "I've never called Dana any of those things before."
AJ, Dana, Zack, Bayley, Dean, Alexa, Seth, Toni, Charlotte, Becky, and Sasha all received the same text from the same number: Roman aggressively having sex with his girlfriend. Disturbed, to say the least, they all wanted to know what the hell was going on and who the mystery number belonged to.
"Is Tessa here?" Dean asked his bother.
Roman nodded towards the bathroom. "She's taking a shower. We got the same text like you guys did. I have no fucking clue who it is."
"It's a Connecticut area code," Bayley mentioned, looking over the message again but keeping her hand over the video so she didn't have to see it again. "Two-oh-three is the area code for Stamford, so maybe it's a burner? Or someone hacked your iCloud?"
Roman shrugged. "I didn't get an email, but that's probably what happened. I don't really care that it got leaked to you guys, but I don't want you to think I'm always like this. I'm not."
Charlotte spoke up. "I can vouch for that."
The quick joke made Roman chuckle, helping his nerves settle a little. At least his friends were still willing to listen to him, even with some pretty damning evidence against him.
"Who would've leaked it to us though?" Dean wondered out loud. "Like, it had to have been someone we know because they have our phone numbers, and that shit isn't as easy to look up as it used to be."
"There's Facebook," Sasha pointed out.
Dean shook his head. "I don't have a Facebook. Who do we know that would want to fuck with us?"
The group began speculation on the problem at hand. Thinking back on the last year and a half, they began creating a list of people that may have a problem with them that would explain the sudden hack and invasion of privacy. Exes, old friends, mortal enemies, or just about anyone they might have pissed off that had the tools or knowledge to break into Roman's iCloud.
Charlotte stepped away from her makeshift discussion group with Becky and Sasha to talk with Roman, Dean, and Alexa.
"What do we got so far?" She asked, looking over Roman's shoulder at a list he'd written down with various names.
"A few," Roman said with a sigh.
The list went as follows:
Sonya
Shayna
Renee
Joe
Adam
Summer Rae
Zelina
Barrett
Max
Lauren Laren Larengitis Laurenknightus The fucking Dean guy
Hawkins
Rawley
Rhea
Lacey Evans
Ronda
Ruby
The Bellas
"Why Ruby?" Dean asked, looking the list over with a furrowed brow. "I don't think she'd do that to any of us. Plus, she doesn't know everyone here."
"Just putting names down, Uce," Roman scratched out Ruby's name; Dean was right, Ruby would never do anything to hurt him or the group. "Same reason I said Ronda."
"Probably scratch her out too," Alexa pointed out. "Unless you guys had a worse break up than you're telling us."
Roman shook his head and crossed out Ronda's name as well.
"Adam?"
Dean's jaw clenched. "Cross him out. That fuck's still rotting away upstate."
"Same with Hawkins and Rawley? I know he was pissed I took his spot, but I don't think he was smart enough to hack my shit."
Dean thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, ax 'em. They would've started some shit sooner. 'Sides, Rawley got a tryout up in Canada last time I heard, so I don't think he gives a shit anymore."
Roman nodded as he crossed out a few more names.
"You can probably cross out Max and Laurinaitis," Alexa mentioned. "I don't think student administration would leak your video just because you're part of BPO. The Bellas too; They're not smart enough to figure it out."
"I wouldn't put it past them," Dean muttered bitterly.
Roman looked over the list after crossing out the final names:
Sonya
Shayna
Renee
Joe
Adam
Summer Rae
Zelina
Barrett
Max
Lauren Laren Larengitis Laurenknightus The fucking Dean guy
Hawkins
Rawley
Rhea
Lacey Evans
Ronda
Ruby
The Bellas
Roman sighed. "Great. Nine names and four hours until the party. What the fuck do we do?"
Dean shrugged. "We do what we can before. Get as many answers as we can, talk it out, then go to the party. I know it's your shit, but so far it's one video."
Not a moment after the words left Dean's lips, everyone's phones started vibrating. Each person in the room looked at their phones as yet another mystery text from an unknown number arrived.
your day of reckoning will soon arrive. Bad things happen to good People every day, but yOu are not one of those people.
The video attached this time wasn't of Roman and Tessa. Instead, the top of a blonde head of hair was seen bobbing up and down in a boy's lap.
"Shit, Lex. Who's my good girl?"
Alexa's face tilted up towards the camera, saliva dripping down her lips as she smiled. "I'm your good girl, daddy…"
Alexa's heart dropped. Dean nearly threw his phone against the wall but resisted and slammed his open palm against the kitchen counter.
One by one, more notifications rattled everyone's phones. More videos appeared, featuring everyone in the room in some vulnerable position, with the same vague warning about their "day of reckoning" coming soon.
"Alright, we figure this shit out right now," Dean spoke to the room. "We run down this list as quickly as we can. Everyone grab a fucking name and go figure this out now. I don't care if you have to threaten to kill someone."
The group split up into groups, each taking a name to further look into. Once the crowd cleared the only people left were Roman, Dean, and Alexa.
Dean held his girl close to his side, whispering warm compliments and kissing her cheek.
"I don't get who would be screwing with us like this," Roman shook his head, re-reading the list of names. "Who the fuck did we piss off this badly?"
Dean shook his head. "The only person I can think of is Adam or Laurinaitis, but the fucking Dean doing this? That doesn't make any sense."
Tessa stepped out of the bathroom, her damp midnight-shaded hair resting over her shoulders. Her eyes flickered from her phone to the only three people still left in the apartment.
"What the hell is this?" Tessa demanded, frantically pointing at her phone.
Roman embraced his woman. "We don't know, but we'll figure it out. We'll talk, ok? Go wait in my room."
Tessa agreed with a nod and a kiss to Roman's lips. She thanked both Dean and Alexa, then retreated for her boyfriend's bedroom.
"What's the plan?" Roman asked.
Dean nodded towards Roman's room. "Talk to her about it. Not saying it's her, but just in case she might've seen or heard something."
Alexa added, "She was posting a lot on Instagram. The pictures look a lot alike to the ones with you and Charlotte."
"Really?" Roman asked.
Dean nodded. "I guess, man. Maybe they didn't get along in high school or something? It's better to be safe than sorry."
"I seriously don't think Tessa could've had anything to do with it, but I know you're right to check just in case."
Roman exchanged a fist bump with his brother, then his brother's fiance. While Roman headed for his bedroom, Dean balanced himself on his crutches to follow Alexa out of the apartment.
Zelina
Seth and Toni went across the hall to Seth's apartment for the first steps in hopefully finding out who leaked their private video to the others. They had a little more to lose since any word of their relationship getting out of their group would surely spell the end for their football careers as far as SU was concerned.
Seth just wanted to get ready for the party and have a few beers to relax. He especially didn't want to track his ex down and try to find out if she knew anything about their predicament. But Toni selected the name before Seth was able to, citing that he could find some closure with the feisty Latina while also pumping her for information.
Just as Seth had hoped, Adam was sitting on the couch watching TV in his Halloween costume. The freshman acknowledged his two teammates with a nod as he sipped at a bottle of beer.
"Where's Kyle and everyone?" Seth asked.
Adam shrugged. "Probably getting ready. I told those jackasses to be here ten minutes ago to pre-game, but nobody's answering their phones. Why?"
"Just asking…" Toni nudged Seth with her elbow. "Uh, are you still with Tay?"
"Yeah, I see her sometimes. Why, did she say something about me?" Adam asked.
"No, I was wondering where her dorm is. She's rooming with Zelina, and I need to talk to her."
Adama rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "Dude, don't bring more bullshit around here. I have to hear about it every fucking time I hang out with Tay."
"I'm not, I just needed something from Zel," Seth assured.
Adam sighed, then nodded. "Duggan Hall; Two-hundred. Don't tell Zelina I told you because she'll be up in my shit about it."
"I won't, man. Thanks. Remind me to buy you a beer later."
With that, Seth and Toni left Seth's apartment to head over to Duggan Hall.
Joe
"Does the stuff we do make us bad people? I don't think it does. I mean, we did start making love before we were married but everyone does that! That doesn't make me bad, right? We go to church every Sunday and I say my prayers before bed."
Listening to his wife's concern broke Zack's heart. Bayley was the last person anyone would call "bad" or "evil" based on who she was. The things they did in the bedroom were no one's concern except their own. They were charitable people that were faithful to one another and never did anything in the realm of what would be labeled "wrong". Even their own leaks weren't the worst of the batch; A full body nude of Bayley showing off her baby bump was the leak the "hacker" decided to go with, and even that was purely innocent.
"We're not bad people, babe," Zack assured, kissing his wife on the cheek. "Someone is just jealous of us and can't handle it."
Bayley scrunched her face with question. "Because we're married?"
"Maybe. Or because you're pregnant or because we found our soulmates. People do a lot of crazy things when they're jealous, babe. It's our part to be the bigger people and ignore them."
"Because two negatives don't make a positive?" Bayley chirped with a smile. "My mom always used to tell me that."
Zack nodded, smiling at the pure innocence radiating off his bubbly wife. "Yes, mi amor (my love). Because people are going to be dumb. You just have to act like you're the better person. Which you are because you're my wife and I love you."
Bayley held out her hand before Zack reached for the door handle of the gym.
"And our babies?" Bayley bit her lip and fluttered her eyelashes.
Zack nodded, pecking his beloved on the forehead. "Especially our babies."
Bayley followed Zack into the SU Titans' weight training gym. Just as Zack expected, Samoa Joe was completing his morning football workout.
"Yo, Joe!" Zack called out.
His teammate looked up from his phone. "Zack Ryder! How are you, my man?"
Zack bumped fists with his teammate. Joe laid back on the bench and asked for a spot, to which Zack agreed and took the proper stance behind Joe.
"You skippin' out on your workout, champ?" Joe chuckled.
Zack shook his head. "No, I finished mine before class. I was looking for you."
"That so? I ain't lookin' to join your fraternity or nothin'."
Zack helped Joe rack the weight. "No. I was going to ask you about some shit that's going on. My iCloud got leaked and some pictures of me and Bay got out. Wanted to know if you or Summer had any idea about it."
Joe chuckled. "No, man, I ain't got any idea about that hacking shit. Between you and me, Summer could never figure out how to get into your shit. I have to remember the passcode to her phone 'cause she forgets it half the time," he lightly smacked Zack's shoulder with the back of his hand. "Ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer, know what I mean?"
Zack smirked awkwardly. "I know what you mean, man. Just wanted to know if you knew."
Joe shook his head. "Nah, I ain't got time to figure that out. If you wanna do a brother a favor and forward your wife's pics…"
Zack furrowed his brow until Joe broke out laughing and slapped his chest again. Zack joined a moment after, faking his laughter and rolling his eyes to the roof.
Zack bid farewell with another fist bump then left the gym with his wife. Joe might've been a douchebag, but he was no hacker.
Sonya
Shayna
Renee
Joe
Adam
Summer Rae
Zelina
Barrett
Max
Lauren Laren Larengitis Laurenknightus The fucking Dean guy
Hawkins
Rawley
Rhea
Lacey Evans
Ronda
Ruby
The Bellas
Tessa
Rhea
Omicron Pi's house wasn't as up-to-date as some of the other sororities on Greek Row. It ran out of an older house built during the 1800s and had been through several "flips" and renovations that still kept it as a viable part of SU's sorority life. Despite being last updated in mid-2014, the front porch had terrible weather damaged, the attic window had a cruelly constructed barricade made of a trash bag covering it, and many dead spots scattered across the front lawn underneath old living room furniture.
Alexa Bliss wondered how this sorority house made it past safety and quality inspections while ZBZ almost couldn't be opened because of leftover cable boxes from the previous tenets.
Dean leaned over to Alexa to whisper in her ear. "You got your tetanus shot, right?"
Alexa threw her fiance a worried look, then sighed heavily and crossed the lawn to the front door of OP. Just as she raised her fist to knock on the door, the hinges squeaked open as a young tanned-skin woman stepped into view.
Along with the strong scent of marijuana, the woman wore an open Yankees jersey with only her underwear underneath.
"Yeah?" She spoke, her voice carrying a slight Pacific Islander accent.
Alexa suddenly became unsure if she wanted to go through with her plan, but she quickly worked up the courage to clear her throat and keep her eyes off the woman's mismatched underwear.
"I need to talk to President Rhea?" Alexa requested with a smile. "I'm Alexa, President of ZBZ."
The girl suddenly looked very sheepish. She wrapped both open ends of her jersey around her body, trying in some effort to cover herself.
"Ah, sorry. I just woke up from me nap," the girl turned into the house and yelled out for the sorority's president. After receiving a vulgar expletive in return, she stepped aside and let Dean and Alexa into the house.
Surprisingly, the inside of the house was spotless. So clean in fact that it seemed the hardwood floors were reflective. But unsurprisingly, a lot of young rough-faced women were sitting around the living room are smoking pot and listening to heavy metal.
"Rhea!" The girl called out again.
The woman in question jumped to her feet. "Dakota, I swear to Christ the next time you yell…"
Both sorority presidents stared at each other. Alexa's uneasy gaze locked with the confused stare from Rhea.
"Who the bloody fuck are you?" Rhea spat, handing her marijuana joint to the girl sitting next to her.
"Alexa Bliss, ZBZ president," Alexa's eyes went wide when a nude woman just casually strolled through the room and up the stairs. "Uh, I believe we met before at the Labor Day party?"
Rhea chuckled. "Ah, honey, I don't remember a thing about that party. 'Twas three sheets to the wind and drownin' in whiskey like the world was endin'."
OP's President staggered into the front foyer. At that moment, Alexa realized that Rhea wasn't in the right mindset to be having as an important conversation as she needed to discuss. Rhea stood close enough that Alexa noticed the burn holes in her t-shirt and the overwhelming stench of weed and alcohol.
"This place rules," Dean praised with a cheeky grin.
Alexa threw her boyfriend a dirty look. She focused back on the task of hand when Rhea yelled at a girl in the living room for changing the channel.
"Do you have any knowledge about computer hacking by chance?" Bliss asked. "Like, into iCloud accounts or anything like that?"
Rhea snickered. "Nah, mate. I'm a gender studies major."
Dean sputtered a laugh but quickly shut up when all three women threw him matching dirty looks.
Rhea continued. "None of the girls are really into computers. 'Kota over here built her own PC for Twitch, but none of them can log into their shite let alone anyone else's. Why?"
Alexa shrugged. "Just looking for someone to unlock my computer so I don't have to call IT. Thanks anyway though. We'll see you at the BPO party tonight right?"
Rhea nodded with a shrug. "Reckon I'll stop by. Tegan was up ages makin' us costumes so probably."
Alexa said her goodbyes to both women and pulled Dean by the hand when he didn't immediately start leaving when she did. Alexa didn't let go of Dean's hand until she was safely behind the wheel of the ever-reliable Betty.
Alexa dropped her head against the steering wheel. "What the hell are we going to do?"
"Talk with everyone else like we planned," Dean said, rubbing small circles over Alexa's upper back.
Alexa shook her head. "No, babe. You don't get it. If those videos leak online I'll never be hired by a school district. I'll never be a teacher if anything gets out."
"Nothing's getting out, Lex," Dean assured as he leaned as far as he could in his seat to hold his girl. "Odds are it's just some asshole from the computer club with too much time on their hands. It's never getting out. Besides, you looked great in our video."
Alexa gently pushed Dean away but made sure to kiss him before she sat back in her seat.
"I'm serious, asshole," she said with a poor attempt at hiding her smile.
"I am too," Dean assured. "You'll be fine. Trust me."
Alexa sighed and nodded her head. If it wasn't Rhea or anyone with OP, then that just meant they were one step closer to finding out who did it.
Sonya
Shayna
Renee
Joe
Adam
Summer Rae
Zelina
Barrett
Max
Lauren Laren Larengitis Laurenknightus The fucking Dean guy
Hawkins
Rawley
Rhea
Lacey Evans
Ronda
Ruby
The Bellas
Tessa
Lacey
As was accustomed to Mu Nu Chi's policy, any visitors needed to dress formally. All members of the sorority, when not asleep, in class, or partaking in extracurricular activities, wore elegant southern sundresses as the belles did during the early nineteenth century up until the modern-day.
Dana relented and put on a flowing blue gown with white pinstripes accenting her curves. AJ, on the other hand, refused to give into MNC's demands and wore her best Chucks, torn-up jean shorts, and a crop top that just barely dipped below her breasts.
"Good heavens!" Was the first reaction to AJ's appearance. It made the tiny cheerleader smile brightly and, ironically, act as a prim and proper as she could while the sister of Mu Nu Chi collectively lost their minds.
Lacey Evans, MNC's acting president, tapped an anxious pinkie finger against her tea glass. Dana sat quietly across from the president, acting as though her pint-sized girlfriend wasn't bringing the tension to an unbearable level.
AJ sat back, legs spread and feet dangling over the edge of the couch. She politely refused a cup of tea and instead sipped from a bottle of domestic beer she brought with just in case she or Dana needed any "refreshments."
Lacey softly cleared her throat. "Well, I am glad some of us could comply with my request and have this meeting properly."
AJ smirked and licked her lips, then puckered her lips.
Dana sighed. "We're just honored you agreed to meet with us on such short noticed."
"Honey, you should be," said Lacey, trying to peel her eyes off AJ's revolting behavior. "I don't meet with just anyone, but you said you were with ZBZ I knew I had to take an opportunity to talk business."
"Y'all got a place to piss?" AJ chirped.
"AJ!" Dana hissed.
Lacey curled her lips in a grimace. "Down the hall, third door on your right. Please clean yourself when you're done."
AJ rolled her eyes and stood up. She followed Lacey's directions and came upon a small bathroom that smelled like strawberries and daddy issues. AJ locked the door and went about her business, then washed her hands with the type of soap with little bits of fruit inside it.
"Gross…" AJ muttered, drying her hands on her shorts.
AJ unlocked the door, but before she had a chance to find the living room again was shoved back against the wall by a strong pair of arms.
"You think you're just so funny, don't you?" Lacey hissed, locking the door behind her.
AJ shrugged. "In a sweetly sarcastic way, yes."
Lacey marched across the room, honing in on the smaller woman like a missile. AJ braced for a slap or a wild punch to the face but hadn't anticipated a hand around her neck and a soft pair of lips crushing against hers.
Lacey broke away from the kiss. "You want to act nasty? I'll show you how to act nasty!"
AJ felt herself leaving her feet as Lacy lifted her from under her ass and seated her on the bathroom counter. AJ's shoes clattered to the floor, followed by her shorts, then her Spider-Man panties.
"Easy on the peach!" AJ gasped between kisses, stopping everything for a moment. "I just need to know if you have any idea who hacked my iCloud."
Lacey sighed heavily. "Oh, honey, I don't know the first thing about none of that. I still have a flip phone."
The proper young woman reached behind her back and tugged on her dress' zipper. In one motion, her entire dress crumpled around her ankles, showing off her stone-chiseled body and surgically-enhanced chest for AJ to nearly choke on her tongue.
Some minutes later, AJ Lee left Mu Nu Chi and hopped into Dana's car. The buxom blonde had been taking a nap when the car suddenly shook and snapped her awake.
"What took you so long?"
"What! I didn't do anything!"
Dana narrowed her eyes. "What?"
AJ scratched her tangled charcoal hair. "Uh, just needed to pee. That's all."
Dana sighed. "AJ, you didn't-"
"She put her hands on me, Dana!" AJ exclaimed. "I couldn't resist if I wanted!"
Dana shook her head but didn't at all feel upset or angry with her girlfriend.
"What am I going to do with you?" She muttered.
"Are you mad?" AJ asked.
"No."
"Jealous?"
"...no."
"Thinking about me and fancy pants?"
"...maybe."
AJ rubbed her hand over Dana's thigh. "Want to go home and take it out on me?"
Dana turned her head to face her girlfriend. "AJ, poly doesn't mean open. It means you're loyal to me and Brian and anyone else we agree to let into the relationship. You can't have sex with whoever you want."
AJ nodded slowly, dropping her head. "I'm sorry. I… I thought the whole poly thing meant I could be with other people. I'm sorry, Dana."
Dana sighed. "I'm not upset. I'm just…"
AJ rubbed Dana's thigh again, then slipped a hand under her dress.
"I'm not in the mood," Dana sighed.
"Uh, liar!" AJ giggled, feeling just how much Dana was in fact 'in the mood'.
Dana smirked. "No more casual hook-ups. Unless me or Brian's involved. Ok?"
AJ nodded. "I promise. I so absolutely promise."
Dana spoke again. "I know I said Punk was ok when you leave. But letting you fuck other people feels weird."
"I'm having sex with Punk. I had sex with fancy pants," AJ leaned close to Dana and kissed her cheek. "I make sweet love to you, sugar tits. There's a huge difference."
Dana smiled softly and put the car into gear. AJ sat in her seat, pulling her hand away, knowing she would have Dana all to herself in a few minutes.
Sonya
Shayna
Renee
Joe
Adam
Summer Rae
Zelina
Barrett
Max
Lauren Laren Larengitis Laurenknightus The fucking Dean guy
Hawkins
Rawley
Rhea
Lacey Evans
Ronda
Ruby
The Bellas
Tessa
Tessa
Roman hadn't forgotten the task he'd been given by Dean. He headed into his bedroom, fully intending to get to the bottom of whatever the hell was going on. But Tessa had other plans.
The young woman taking up most of Roman's free time raised her arms above her head, making her shoulders and upper back pop as she rose off the edge of the bed. Her bare feet shuffled and searched in the dark room for her clothes that had been tossed aside some time ago.
Roman flipped the overhead light on. He blinked and squinted against the sudden rush of light, trying to adjust himself before planning his next course of action.
"What did you want to talk about?" Tessa cooed with a soft smile.
Roman blinked. What the hell was it he wanted to talk to Tessa about? He remembered needing to speak with her and the next thing he knew her hands were in his lap and they were both naked.
"I think it was about the text thing?" Roman figured, fully recalling what happened earlier in the day.
Tessa nodded once, then dropped her head and sighed. "Yeah, I knew you were going to want to talk about it. I don't, so if we can skip it that would be great."
"You don't want to find out who hacked our shit?" Roman asked.
Tessa shrugged. "I don't care who sees it. If they're so sad and pathetic that they need to dig into other people's personal life then let them jerk off to pictures of you and me."
"Ok, but I can't let this get out," Roman started to re-dress himself as he spoke. "I have football and some of the things I said in those videos are going to get me in deep trouble."
Tessa sighed. "Roman, you're over-thinking things again. No one is going to care what you say to your girlfriend on your own time."
Blanchard snaked her arms around Roman's neck, pulling him close enough to softly kiss his chin.
"Relax, Ro," Tessa breathed, planting another kiss. "For me? Please?"
Roman nodded his head and decided to drop it. He wasn't sure how or why Tessa was so calm about everything, but one thing's for sure: he wasn't ready to let the topic go just yet.
Sonya
Shayna
Renee
Joe
Adam
Summer Rae
Zelina
Barrett
Max
Lauren Laren Larengitis Laurenknightus The fucking Dean guy
Hawkins
Rawley
Rhea
Lacey Evans
Ronda
Ruby
The Bellas
Tessa?
Zelina
Seth didn't want to be here. Standing outside Zelina's apartment with his new girlfriend while there was still leftover animosity between the two just felt like it was going to end with the National Guard being called in.
"What do you think?" Toni stood close to Seth's side, crooking a finger through one of his belt loops.
"I don't want to be here," Seth admitted, staring at the black "200" nailed to the door like it was the girl he was here to talk to.
Toni raised her fist to the door. "Better to make amends now so no one has to kill anyone later, eh?"
Seth rolled his eyes but knew Toni was right. He owed Zelina a huge apology… if she would listen to him anyway.
A little less hectic than Zelina's red-hot fury, Tay Conti instead answered the door.
"¿Seth? ¿Cómo estás? ¡Es bueno verte! (Seth? How are you? It's good to see you!)" Tay's sunshiney grin and soft dark eyes were a welcoming sight.
"Es bueno verte tambien (It's good to see you too). Is Zelina here?" Seth looked into the apartment for any sign of his ex. Thankfully, he hadn't seen anything so far.
"Eh, Zelina?" Tay glanced back into her apartment, then nodded. "I believe so. Is Adam with you?"
Seth shook his head. "No. He's at our dorm. We just came by to say hi."
Tay nodded happily. She led the way into the apartment, inviting the others to make themselves at home while she notified Zelina.
"Going well so far," Toni whispered to Seth.
Rollins nodded. "Yeah, but expect to be filleted and cooked before the end of the night."
"¡No quiero hablar con él! ¡No me importa por qué está aquí! (I don't care why he's here! I don't want to see him!)"
Seth sighed heavily. That angry Spanish mixed in with a New York kick only belonged to one woman and to no surprise she was pissed he was in her apartment.
Tay sheepishly shuffled back into the living room. "Uh… Zelina is not feeling well…"
Seth and Toni both stood up. Suddenly, the petite Latina they'd come to speak to flew from her room.
"¿Tienes la audacia de entrar en mi apartamento y exigir hablar conmigo? ¿Por qué no debería cortar tu pequeña polla y alimentar a los perros? (You have the audacity to come into my apartment and demand to speak with me? Why shouldn't I have your tiny cock cut off and fed to the dogs?)"
Zelina spoke a million words a minute, but Seth understood every tired insult and threat of violence against him.
"I'm not here to argue with you," Seth cut in. "I'm just here to apologize."
Zelina's eyes grew. "You think I want to hear your bullshit apology, Seth?"
Seth shook his head. "This was a waste of fucking time. What does your fiance think about you still hung up on your ex?"
Zelina fired off a million expletives in Spanish, much to the horror of Tay. Seth and Toni took their cue to leave and hurried from the apartment.
Seth shook his head. "I knew this was going to be a waste of damn time!"
"You could've handled that a bit better, Seth," Toni informed, walking in stride with her boyfriend. "She could've as well. I'm not getting on you, but…"
"You're right. I'm sorry," Seth sighed, shaking his head.
Sonya
Shayna
Renee
Joe
Adam
Summer Rae
Zelina?
Barrett
Max
Lauren Laren Larengitis Laurenknightus The fucking Dean guy
Hawkins
Rawley
Rhea
Lacey Evans
Ronda
Ruby
The Bellas
Tessa?
Sonya
Things weren't as tense as they used to be before last night. With Sonya somewhere loose in the world and her apparent lover stalking the campus, it seemed like it was going to be a long year for Becky Lynch.
A chance encounter in the women's bathroom at Roadie's had solved half of Becky's problem with MMA-trained fighters. Shayna pulled back the curtain a little and shared a small glimpse into her personal life, seemingly burying the hatchet between herself and Lynch.
Shayna didn't know what to think when Becky texted her the next day asking her to come to Roadie's. The offer had been given for a few beers, but she hadn't meant the very next day. Still, she pulled on her lucky leather jacket and made the quick walk to SU's favorite pub.
Becky, Charlotte, and Sasha were already waiting when Shayna arrived. She paused, wondering why it was more than just Becky, but she pushed away from her concern when a waiter set a pitcher of beer on the table.
"What the fuck is iCloud?" Shayna asked over the brim of her plastic cup.
Charlotte and Becky exchanged a look. Becky slid her phone across the table with her iCloud account open for Shayna to inspect.
With a cocked eyebrow, Shayna swiped through the many photos and videos in Becky's gallery.
"I have no idea what this shit is," Shayna slid the phone back to Becky. "Is it like that Google shit? I have an Android."
"Yeah, sorta," Becky shrugged. "We 'ad a problem this mornin' with someone gettin' into our account."
Sasha continued the topic. "We wanted to know if you knew anything about it or if Sonya might?"
Shayna shook her head. "I don't think she did. Sonya always talked about focusing on MMA and shit. I'm pretty sure she went to SU so her dad would shut up about her liking chicks."
"What about you?" Charlotte asked.
Shayna chuckled. "Me? I don't know shit about that. I'm taking an Intro Computers class so the TA can help me set up a Twitch. Plus, there's this smokin' hot little Samoan chick in that class. God damn…"
Becky sighed. "T'en I guess t'at rules out you and Sonya."
"What about Renee?" Sasha pointed out.
Becky shook her head. "She transferred durin' t'e Summer. I don' t'ink she gives a rat's arse about me anymore."
"Who's Renee?" Shayna asked.
The table suddenly became uncomfortably quiet. Becky and Sasha hid in their drinks as Shayna looked between the other three women.
"Touchy subject?" She asked.
Becky scratched the back of her head. "Uh, a little."
Shayna shrugged. "Don't need to tell me shit, Beck. Hell, I'll be at the party later with Marina and Jess. If you need us to crack a few skulls…"
"We might," said Sasha with a dry chuckle.
Charlotte and Becky excused themselves to order food from the bar, leaving Shayna and Sasha behind.
Shayna poured herself another drink.
"So, like, do you still fuck with chicks or…?"
Sasha's baby browns grew wide in surprise.
Becky settled into a seat beside her girlfriend. Charlotte ordered a few things from the kitchen, sliding her recently reinstated credit card across the bar.
"Do you t'ink she's lyin'?" Becky thought out loud.
Charlotte shook her head. "No. I don't think she has any reason to."
"I was t'inkin' t'e same. Maybe she's just part of Sonya's shite."
Charlotte nodded, thinking the same thing. Her mind was stuck on other things involving her dad and the un-caught culprit who ruined her car. The last thing she needed to worry about was yet another private photo of her being leaked to the public, but she didn't really care since most of SU had already seen her topless anyway.
"What do we do?" Becky asked her girlfriend.
Charlotte sighed. "Call the others, check people off the list. Figure out what we know so far. Then… go to the party and see what the fuck happens."
Sonya
Shayna
Renee
Joe
Adam
Summer Rae
Zelina?
Barrett
Max
Lauren Laren Larengitis Laurenknightus The fucking Dean guy
Hawkins
Rawley
Rhea
Lacey Evans
Ronda
Ruby
The Bellas
Tessa?