Chapter 6.

Dylan sat at her glam station setting up some brushes as she awaited Charlotte Flair. The Champion had a photo shoot that morning, so Dylan was the first cosmetologist that was set up.

"You look like hell, girl" Charlotte said as she sat in the chair a half-hour later. She wasn't wrong. Dylan's normally lustrous hair was looking dull in a limp bun. Dressed in black leggings and a black hoodie, she stared at Charlotte blankly for a second.
"Yeah, no shit". Dylan retorted as she continued working on the Queen's face.

Roman shook his head as he and Seth worked out in the gym. After setting down a pair of dumbells, Seth wiped the sweat from his forehead before he turned to Roman.

"What?" he asked annoyed.
"Sasha… really, dude? You were crazy about Dylan these past few weeks. I just don't see how you could give up on something like that."
"Look... I'd really appreciate it if we didn't talk about that right now, ok?" Seth walked over to the treadmills and hopped on one, pacing himself on a small incline.

After hearing what happened the night before, he immediately felt like an idiot. If he had just gone to his room like Roman kept suggesting, there might be a chance to fix this. Instead, he had to end up at the hotel bar, Sasha, who showed up a few minutes after him. When Renee, Dean, and Roman explained Sasha's role in the mess with Dolph, Seth realized that there was no coming back from this.

She would never forgive him.

The next morning Dylan shifted nervously in front of Dean's rental car. She rolled her hands into fists anxiously as she saw Seth, Dean, Roman, and Renee walk up.

"Hey, guys. Hey Seth."

His head shot up hearing her say his name. One of his favorite addictions…

"Can I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure" he croaked nervously looking back at his friends for assurance. "I won't be too long guys," he said following her through the parking lot, out of earshot.

"Well, we're missing our flights home," Dean said shoving Seth's bag in the trunk.

"And I just wanted to say I'm sorry you know, for… I don't know how many things. I- I- I was an idiot, I couldn't see him for who he really was. I even doubted you. I… there were so many mistakes. I just… I want to start over. I trust you, I do."

Seth stood there in awe listening to Dylan was confessing. She wanted him, she wanted to be with him. After everything that had gotten between them, here she was.

He sighed sadly knowing this would probably be the last straw. He stared at her face, remembering her stormy blue eyes, remembering every freckle, every expression, everything about this perfect girl.

"Dylan listen, ok? You and me… I thought we were over for good. You were engaged and we never really got a chance because I never told you how I really felt about you- how I obsessed about our first kiss, hell how I obsessed over anything when it came to you. But you hated me. And I hated myself. So I got drunk last night and…" he stopped and hung his head.
"Who?" she asked, knowing she didn't want to know at all.
"Sasha…" he said, eyes never leaving the ground. She whipped her head around and nearly screamed.
"You're fucking kidding... right?" Her voice was on the brink of cracking.
"I didn't know, okay, I swear. About any of it. They told me about what happened last night… but it was too late, and I'm so soo sorry." Seth pleaded, knowing that if this was his last shot, he wasn't going to risk it.
"What is it about her that makes guys want her so bad- both you and Dolph? What makes me so easy to just toss aside?" she stomped her feet on the ground immaturely.
"I was drunk… she was the last person I should've ended up with. I was… I was trying to get you out of my head" he admitted quietly. "I know it's no excuse, and if I'd known what type of person she really was, I would've never spoken to her. I will never speak to her. I'll do whatever Dylan, just name it. Want me to go demand your uncle never again put me in a match or storyline with that bitch? I mean, I'd probably get my ass fired, but I'd totally do it. Just give me a chance."

Seth finally exhaled. He'd finally put it all on the line. He could only hope she'd give him one final shot not to screw things up. He'd sworn over and over to himself that if he got the chance, he'd spend the rest of his life proving why she made the right choice. All he could do now was sit there and wait.

Shane McMahon paced in front of the large window of his penthouse apartment later that night. His wife Marissa had just returned with a cup of tea.

"You've got to calm down. Fuming like this isn't going to help our daughter." She set the tea down and crossed the room over to her husband. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him from the back.
"As she said herself, Shane, she needed to take a step back and now that she sees what he really is, she's glad she had been pre-cautious. Can you imagine how terrible things would be if she'd actually married him?" Dylan's mother wondered as Shane's body finally relaxed under his wife's touch.
"Or worse… if she had gotten pregnant" he joked.

A few days later, Dylan floated around on a giant seashell floatie listening to music on her iPhone at their grandparents' Hamptons summer estate. After breaking the news about the engagement to her family, Dylan packed a bag and drove the short drive from her parent's place in the city to the home she'd been coming to every summer her whole life.

The cool water splashing on her brought her back to reality as she yanked her headphones out, ready to kill the prankster.

"Finally, I've been trying to get your attention for minutes," her Aunt said, smoothing out her skirt. "I got your messages, it sounded important."

Seth kept his pout hidden the following Monday as he tried to walk through the glam station as casually as possible. His eyes scanned the stations and he frowned not seeing her black and lime-green trimmed case. They had texted here and there and he knew she was going to take some time off, "in hiding" she liked to tease, but he'd kept hope that she'd be there.

By the next week, Seth had all but given up. For the second week in a row, Dylan's case was still left untouched. He got through that night more frustrated than anything. It's not that he wasn't trying to entertain the crowd, because he could always do that. Something else was wrong; his head was elsewhere. At this point, he was dreading hearing from her, knowing what she would say. The time off to think helped her realize she just wouldn't be able to trust him anymore.

He was surprised to find her straddling a bench in the locker room. She smiled nervously at him.

"I was beginning to wonder when you'd come back," he said letting the door shut behind him.
"Well… tomorrow is my birthday, and I kinda wanted to come back… to celebrate with everybody. There's a dinner tomorrow at and I was hoping you'd come?"

Seth grinned wildly and nodded.

"Cool," Dylan responded. "So, I'll see you tomorrow."

Seth swallowed hard as he tried to listen to Shane's speech. His focus had been stuck on the birthday girl ever since he walked into the private room of the steakhouse. He was finally able to tear his eyes away from her tanned skin looking seductive in that black lace off the shoulder long-sleeved mini dress as she and her father both raised their glasses.

"So here's to the woman who will never stop being my little girl. I love you, Honey. Cheers!"

Shane raised his glass in the air and took a sip of water before kissing Dylan's temple.

"Please don't go too crazy tonight. Be careful ok?" Shane pleaded with his daughter before he and her mother went back to the hotel. Some of the Superstars wanted to take her out to an all-ages club and Shane couldn't say no on her birthday.

Seth stared sharply at the dancefloor watching a pair grinding playfully to the beat as "Treat You Better" blasted through the speakers.

Rusev caught Seth's line of sight and followed in time to see Dylan lace her fingers together with the guy's who was behind her as they dropped down lower and she rocked her hips back and forth against his crotch.

"I know you're protective over the 'little one' but she's growing up. Let her be a dumb kid." His thick Bulgarian accent cut through as he yelled over the music a bit. Seth's eyes met Roman's for a moment and Seth nodded slightly.
"Guess I just can't help protect her like a baby sister" he lied as he stood and pat Rusev's shoulder. Roman followed Seth and the two soon stood at the bar for drinks.

"You sure you're alright, man? We can totally dip out if you want" Roman offered knowing if he were in Seth's shoes he'd be ready to knock someone's head off.
"No man, it's cool. I'm not gonna go nuts, I promise. Actually, I have a plan," he began as a manicured hand rested on his forearm. He looked over at the leggy blonde whose glossed full lips were pouting in a smirk.

"Seth Rollins? I'm a big fan" she cooed, slowly batting her eyelashes.
"Thanks but... No thanks," he said blankly before removing her hand and taking his shot with Roman. The knockout stood there in embarrassment as the two men joined back up with their group. "A great plan…" he added turning to the booth, noticing Dylan back in her seat next to him. He slid in and bumped her flirtatiously.

"So birthday girl… having fun?" he asked watching her stir her drink. She nodded as she took a sip.
"Oh yeah," she responded bouncing in her seat to the music.
"I could sure tell earlier," he said, motioning towards the dancefloor. "That really was some performance" he added, trying to brush the thoughts of a stranger's hands on her from his memory.
"Why Mr. Rollins, did you like it?" she asked, enjoying the fact that she was teasing Seth with ease.
"Not really" he began, leaning over to whisper in her ear. She bit her lip, worked up over his fingers slowly tracing over her thigh as he continued.
"After all it wasn't us... and we weren't naked."

She nearly spat out her drink and quickly scanned to see if anyways had been paying attention or heard him. Luckily everyone had either headed to the dance floor or gone to the bar. She turned to look at him lustfully.

"You wanna get outta here?"