Dean was absolutely fuming as he entered the arena for Smackdown. He had woken up that morning in a rarely good mood but one thing, one thing he saw in his phone pissed him off. He might have been oblivious to the internet, but this picture was still able to get to him through an anonymous number. He stalked over to the usual private locker room and was so relieved that Roman was not there yet. As a matter of fact, Seth wasn't there either. Before leaving the hotel, he had texted both of them and let them know that he was heading to the arena alone.

Dean placed his bags in his locker and left the room; on the search for a certain blonde. He just hoped that he didn't bump into his stable mates; especially Roman. He walked through the corridor until he found the divas locker room. He asked for her and it didn't take long for Renée to step outside of the room.

Renée was a bit confused as she noticed Dean's body language and that look in his eye. It was making her nervous and she was in no position to deal with any bullshit. It was already bad enough that morning when she woke up with no Roman next to her. She shouldn't have been surprised but it still cut her like a knife. After sharing such an intimate moment, he leaves and they are not to speak to each other or see each other. It was too much for Renée to handle that morning. She bawled her eyes out in the bathroom until she had no more tears left. The blonde knew she had to deal with it. The question was, how?

Dean immediately looked into Renee's eyes when she approached him. It looked like she had cried and no doubt in Dean's mind, it was about Roman. After seeing her like this, he wasn't so sure if he should tell her after all. He didn't want to add more problems and drama into her life. He wasn't sure what to do at the moment.

"What is it Dean?'' Renée rubbed her eyes, which ended up just irritating them even more. She squinted her eyes as she looked at him.

"Umm...'' he stayed quiet, not really sure of what to do.

"Dean c'mon. I have to get ready for the show. In case you haven't noticed, I need a lot of make-up work on my eyes.'' she pointed to them in an annoying fashion

Dean sighed and nodded. "I know, look I'm sorry that I'm bringing more drama to your life but I think you should know.'' it was almost awkward that Dean was showing Renée the picture to her. She was the one that was constantly on the internet and such. He had gotten this as a text though and in the text, it let him know that the picture was all over the internet; along with fans speculating, like always. He pulled his phone out, tapping on it a few times and then handed it over to Renée.

She grabbed the phone and her eyes widened at the picture on the screen. Shaking her head, she groaned in frustration as she the picture of her and Dean in the doctors room, hugging. "Who the hell took this picture?''

"No idea. I got it as a text message obviously. Unknown number.'' Dean shrugged.

"Crap.'' Renée took her phone out and logged into twitter. She knew it was only going to get her more pissed but she wanted to know what people were saying, and perhaps find out who posted it. While browsing, Dean stepped behind her and looked over her shoulder. Dean was so confused at what he was looking at. He didn't understand the twitter thing at all. He kept on looking at all the comments though; all from the fans. Immediately, the word "dating" popped out.

"Dating?'' Dean shrieked. Renée just sighed and put the phone in her pocket.

"That picture is everywhere and the profile that posted it doesn't even have a profile picture. It looks like somebody made the profile just to post the picture or...''

"So, a profile uploaded it on twitter but yet, I got it as a text...blocked number.''

"Makes no sense really. I mean-"

"Wait." Dean interrupted her. "Summer and Eva.''

"Do you think?''

Dean rolled his eyes. "Of course, remember how they pissed us off about the dating thing. They can't mind their own damn business. This has Summer and Eva's names all over it. Summer has my number..for what reason? Don't ask but she has it. It was them Renee.'' Dean said assuringly.

"Those bitches. They swear like I have all the time in the world for their childish games.'' Renée was so frustrated. "As if I didn't have enough problems already.''

"So umm, I guess things didn't go well with Roman?''

"How else was it going to go Dean? Did you expect anything different? I don't blame him, seriously but we make love and then he just leaves! Not that he has much choice because he decided to stay away from each other. I know, ironic, we agree to stay away from each other and then we have sex, oh my God. What..'''

"Wow, wow. Renée calm down please.'' Dean grabbed her by the shoulders and gave a comforting hug. There was no one around so he didn't think there was a problem with it. She was going crazy and now he definitely regretted telling her about the picture.

"I appreciate the hug Dean but let's not give anyone a reason to believe the rumors.'' Renée pulled away from the hug.

"I get it, don't worry.'' Dean stuffed his hands in the pockets of his faded blue jeans. "What do you think Roman will say about it?''

"He should know better to not believe it, Dean. I wouldn't worry about him.'' Renee said confidently. She honestly saw no reason for Roman to even consider the rumors being true. He was very well aware of her feeling for him and the Samoan knew that she was just friends with Dean. Nothing more. Even though, she doubted that he would have time to even be aware of rumors anymore. He had...alot on his plate now. Eva and Summer however, just can't stay out of people's business. Renee made a mind note, to have a talk with them later on. They needed a reality check and the Canadian just volunteered herself to give it to them.

"I should get going. I have to get ready.'' Dean spoke up. Renée nodded and gave him a quick hug before they parted ways. When Renee entered the locker room, she vaguely remembered that Summer and Eva were not in there.

Causing even more trouble probably. Renee thought to herself and shook her head.

"So, you and Dean huh?'' Renee turned around and saw Nattie standing there.

Seriously, Natalya was the last person that Renée expected to believe such stupid rumor. The blonde just rolled her eyes and went back to her locker. "No Nattie, there is no me and Dean. We are just friends okay? If you see those two bitches, Summer and Eva, let them know that as well. Thanks.'' Renee stormed out of the locker room and headed to the make-up stand. She needed some serious help.

Dean walked through the corridor and made into the private locker room. She saw Seth, as usual already settled in and getting his ring out. He noticed that Roman's stuff was out as well but Roman wasn't in there. Seth looked over at Dean with a nervous look on his face. He glanced back at the direction of the restroom and then gave Dean a look. It was almost as if he was warning Dean about something.

"What?'' Dean asked confusingly. Before Seth could get a word in, Roman exited the restroom and immediately sent daggers at Dean when he noticed him.

"Son of a bitch!'' Roman stalked over to Dean.

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