It was one of those rare times where she was sitting alone in catering. All the female wrestlers were in a meeting about a big upcoming event at the next PPV. The only other two people in catering where Heath Slater and Rhyno but they were sitting in the other end of the room, not paying her any attention.
She looked up as someone walked through the door and she immetiately wanted the ground to open up and swallow her. Dean came in first, followed by Roman and Seth. She knew he wouldn't have told the other two about his little visit to her room during the night and she sure as hell wasn't gonna say anything either. It was better just to pretend it never happened. She had expected Dean to head to another table but he went straight to the one she was at, sitting down without a word, and Roman and Seth followed.
"How are you this morning, Maisie?" Roman opened the conversation.
"Could have been better," she answered.
"Dean has something he would like to say to you," he continued.
She looked over at Dean who just stared at her.
"Come on, Dean," Seth said.
"Fine," Dean sighed. "I'm sorry. There, I said it. Everyone happy now?"
"Don't be a jerk about it," Seth said.
"Fangirl doesn't care," Dean said.
"Dean!" Roman growled.
"No, he's right. I don't care. I don't care about anything he says or does. I don't care about him," she said as she stared back at him.
For a short while they just stared at each other, neither of them willing to look away and let the other person win. Then he suddenly lit up in a huge grin and started laughing like a maniac.
"Yeah, well, I don't care about you either but these two fuckers seem to do," he said and pointed at Seth and Roman. "And daddy 1 and daddy 2 have asked if we kids could try and play nice so let's fucking try."
"You're the one who keeps attacking me," she said.
"What can I say? I never played well with girls," he said. "But I'm gonna try."
"Fine, fine," she sighed in agreement.
"Alright, then it's all settled," Roman said and smiled.
The three men got up from their seats and walked towards the door. She stayed seated, not willing to follow them again after everything Dean had put her through. Sure they could pretend to be friendly around Seth and Roman but that didn't mean she actually had to be around any of them.
"You coming?" Dean asked.
She looked up surprised. She had expected that sort of question from Seth or Roman, not from him. He rolled his eyes at her facial expression and she could only imagine how weird she was looking.
"You coming or not, fangirl?" He asked annoyed.
She was just about to open her mouth and tell him no when Roman who was already on the other side of the door turned his head to look at someone who was approaching them.
"You got signed here again?" Roman asked.
"I sure did," Alberto Del Rio answered as he walked into sight.
For a moment she forgot to breathe. She really couldn't escape her past. He walked into catering and immetiately broke into a huge smile as he saw her sitting there. That huge, fake smile that she just wanted to slap right off his face.
"Maisie!" He let out in a too happy tone. "Randy told me you were back. Looking fine, girl. Mmm mmm, gotta say you haven't changed one bit."
He walked straight over to her and reached his hand forward to touch her hair. Finally she started breathing again as she slapped his hand away, moved out of her chair so fast that it tilted and hurried towards the Shield guys who still stood there.
"Yeah, I'm coming," she answered Dean, trying to sound like everything was okay.
They all just stared at her briefly but they knew it wasn't the right time or place to start questioning her about what had just happened so they just started walking down the hallway with her following.
"So you know Alberto?" Roman asked as they entered their locker room.
"Of course. He worked here back then too," she answered.
"I take it you don't care much about him?" He continued.
"Never have, never will," she said and dumped down on a bench. "Look, Roman, I know you're just trying to look out for me but I need you to just back off on this matter. Alberto is a fucking snake. Everyone around here knows that."
"Yeah, we've never met anyone saying a nice word about him," Seth said.
"Because he's not a nice man," she said.
She looked over at Dean as he made a grouchy sound. He was digging through his bag, pulling out his in ring gear. She didn't know what she had expected after his weird, little invite in catering. He was clearly back to ignoring her again and that was okay. That was just how he was. She sighed and looked down at the floor. There was no winning with this man. Whenever she thought she had figured him out, he turned around and surprised her, and the surprises were never good. She looked up again and pushed herself further up against the wall as he stood there, staring her down with a look she had never seen in his eyes before. A look she really couldn't figure out what meant.
He slowly turned around, his eyes leaving hers, as he started to get into his ring gear. After finally getting dressed, he pulled his boots on. He looked over at Seth and Roman who seemed to be lost in a conversation. He closed the small gab between him and her as he casually put one foot up on the bench next to her and bowed down to tie the shoelace. His voice was low, so low that only she could hear it, as he spoke to her.
"What aren't you telling us?" He asked.
"Don't pretend like you care," she said just as low.
"Don't tell me what to do, fangirl," he said. "Those two might accept your weird little ways but I see right through you."
"And what do you see?" She asked with a sigh.
He twisted a little smirk as he turned his head slightly, just enough to look at her with that weird look again. Then he moved over to his bag again, turning his back against her, ignoring her as usual.