"Sasha, I think you're jumping to conclusions there," Bayley chastised the younger Superstar.

"Think about it!" Sasha insisted. "He was the last person to hold my bag last night when I crashed."

Bayley furrowed her brows. That was true. But she came in after drinks with New Day to find him peacefully asleep on their couch. "Sash, I got back to our room and he was asleep."

"Yeah, but what happened when you woke him up?

Kevin, Sami, Roman, and Chris leaned in and listened intently. The situation was getting really intriguing, and for someone like Seth Rollins to fall asleep in a girl's room without anything happening? That was plenty interesting.

Ignoring the boys' curious faces, Bayley tried to think again—she was a little tipsy, but not drunk enough that she couldn't remember what happened the night before.

"Well, I woke him up. Asked what he was still doing in our room, and he said he just wanted to make sure you were okay because you were dead tired from your match," Bayley recalled. This put a smirk on the guys' faces. "Then he said goodnight and that he'd head back to his room, then I went to the bathroom and got ready for bed," she shrugged.

"Did he leave the room before or after you entered the bathroom?" Sasha pressed.

"Oh, um," Bayley bit her lower lip. "He was still in the room. When I got out, he was gone."

"THEN HE HAS MY BELT, BAYLEY!" Sasha fumed, making a move to stand up.

"Now hold up, baby girl," Roman stopped her, taking her wrist gently and coercing her to sit down again. "I know you and Seth have a love-hate relationship going on, but I really don't think he would sink that low."

"He's done worse, Roman!" Sasha scoffed. "He's been the company's biggest bully since I got called up. Everyone in this table knows that."

"She has a point," Kevin shrugged. "Seth's always been a bit of a jackass to her."

"Not always," Bayley defended, and Sasha quickly turned to her best friend with a glare.

"Dude, you're supposed to be on my side."

"Look, I know you think Seth is nothing but a jerk, but I've seen how he is and he's really not that bad."

"Uh, maybe to you!" Sasha was beginning to get frustrated. Why was her best friend taking Seth's side instead of hers? Did he recruit her to be his runner or something?

"Can we get back to the real issue here?" Chris interrupted.

"Yes," Sasha agreed. "Where's Rollins?"

"Oh, I meant him falling asleep in your room last night," Chris grinned, causing Sasha to roll her eyes.

"I don't see how that's the real issue," she crossed her arms.

"Sasha," Bayley started again. "I know you might not believe it, but Seth has always been looking out for you."

"What?!" Sasha exclaimed. "Uh, since when, Bay?"

"Do you remember that time I accidentally left you behind at the arena because I thought you were riding with New Day but it turns out, you fell asleep in the women's locker room? I called every single person I could, and it was Seth who turned around and drove back for you."

Sasha clenched her jaw but didn't say anything—she remembered that night, and to be honest, she was thankful he came to get her otherwise it would have been a real struggle trying to get an Uber to the next town that late in the night. But that didn't mean all was forgiven, considering how much he still bullied her during that trip.

"Don't forget that time he kept taking the tequila shots that Xavier kept insisting you drink," Roman added. "He got so messed up—I had to half-carry him back to our room."

Sasha almost giggled at the memory—that was true, too. Though at the moment, it was still hard to believe that Seth always had the best intentions for her. She'd be lying if she said she never saw those little gestures that may have proved he cared, but right now, all she could think of was her belt, and that the last person who held the bag where it was in was Seth.

Sasha sighed. "Can we just find him?" she said. "If he doesn't have it, then I'll give up the search and call Hunter."

"And if he does?" Kevin asked.

"I will slit his throat, and cut him in half."

…

Seth groaned at the loud knocks coming from outside his hotel room. He had fallen asleep as soon as he landed in Mexico, and had planned on sleeping in until his appearance and interview the next morning. It wasn't every day that he had a chance to get as much sleep on a bed just like he did at that moment, considering how much their lives were fleeting and spent on the road 24/7.

Rubbing his eyes awake and pulling on a pair of boxers, he sauntered over to the door to open it, only to find the fascinated faces of Chris, Sami and Kevin, the hesitant faces of Roman and Bayley, and the very irate face of Sasha.

Shit.

Sasha.

He gulped. "Um, hi?"

Sasha ignored him and stormed inside his room, looking around. She made her way over to his sports bag, but just before she could open it, Seth stopped her and grabbed the bag from her hands. "Easy there, Banks."

"Where is it?" she asked in a low voice that made Seth even more nervous.

"Okay, so look," Seth started, holding his hand up to calm Sasha down. "Before you go all beast mode on me, just let me explain, okay?"

"WHERE IS IT, SETH?"

"I have it!" he raised his hands up, opening his bag to reveal the Women's Championship.

Bayley and Roman's eyes widened in disbelief, but all Sasha could see was red. "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!" she lunged forward and tried to spear Seth, but Seth ducked out of the way and Bayley held on to her friend tightly.

"Calm down, Sash!"

Sasha tried to fight Bayley's grip, as she struggled to get to Seth. Eventually, she got exhausted and broke down in tears. "I hate you, Seth," she cried, taking a seat on his bed and covering her face with her hands.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," Seth apologized, kneeling in front of her, which was a mistake because as soon as he did, she slapped him—causing him to stumble backwards. "Ow, okay. I deserved that one."

Sasha continued to cry, as Bayley sat down beside her and tried to console her best friend. She gave Seth a disappointed look, before making eye contact with Roman, who also seemed bummed that he and Bayley were wrong after trying to convince Sasha that he wouldn't do such a thing.

"Why, Seth?" Bayley asked softly.

"I swear to god, it was just a joke. I went back to your room this morning to return it, but you guys were already gone. I figured you had an early flight, and instead of calling to let you guys know I had it, I thought it would have been better to explain myself in person," he looked down remorsefully. "I'm so sorry, Sash. I didn't mean to let it get this far."

Sasha sniffled, seized her belt hastily from him, and walked out of the room without a word.

"Fuck," Seth shook his head, taking a seat on the floor and running his hand through his hair.

Bayley sighed and shook her head at Seth, before following Sasha out. The rest of the guys didn't know what else to say, so they looked at him apologetically and walked out of the room as well. Only Roman stayed to confront his friend.

"Why would you even do that, brother?" Roman took a seat on the small couch near the window.

"I don't know," Seth placed both his hands on his head. "I know it wasn't a funny joke, but I did it anyway."

"You know you can be a real jerk sometimes?" Roman chuckled. "Man, after I defended you and said you wouldn't dare to go that low."

Seth grumbled but said nothing.

"What was the point of that, even? What did you think you were going to accomplish?"

"Some sick, twisted way to get her attention, maybe?" Seth suggested.

"Grow up, little brother," Roman sighed. "If you wanted her attention, clearly that's not the way to do it."

With a groan, Seth brushed his hair back again. "What am I going to do now? I doubt she'd ever speak to me again."

"Just give it some time. Sasha acts all tough, but we both know she's a softie deep inside."

"I need to make it right," Seth shook his head.

"Well, maybe you can start by cutting all the bullshit and just being a good friend to her?"

…

The next morning, almost every Superstar had heard about what happened. Thankfully for Seth, none of them were that upset or angry—except Charlotte who warned him that if he pulled something like that again, she would cut his balls off.

After breakfast, he made his way over to Bayley and Sasha's hotel room with three cups of coffee. It wasn't exactly the best peace offering, but it was a start.

Knocking on their door a few times, Bayley came to answer it.

"Hi, Bay," Seth greeted almost sheepishly. "Sasha there?"

"She's getting ready for the media panel," she stepped aside to let him in. "I think you guys are in the same one?"

"Yeah, I was going to offer her a ride."

Bayley pursed her lips. "I don't think she's there right now."

Suddenly, the door to the bathroom opened and out came Sasha wrapped in a white towel—her wet, purple hair wrapped in another. Seth swallowed hard and tried not to stare. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I brought you coffee," he offered, but she rolled her eyes and walked to her suitcase to grab a white and blue printed dress from one of her sponsors, Pink Boutique. She entered the bathroom again without saying another word.

Seth sighed. "Can you talk to her for me?" he looked to Bayley.

"Not right now, Seth," she shook her head. "If I did that, I'd be on the other side of her cold shoulder and we both know that's not a fun place to be in."

He sighed again before placing the coffee down on the mini dining table. "You can ignore me all you want, Sash!" he said loud enough for her to hear. "But I will not be stopped until I make things right!"

With that, he nodded his head at Bayley and left the room.

A few seconds later, Sasha's head popped out of the bathroom and found Bayley looking at her smugly.

"What?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing," Bayley shook her head.

"Spit it out, Bay."

"Nothing. It's just going to be an interesting few days with Rollins trying to get you to talk to him," she giggled while giving Sasha a knowing look.

"Will you quit playing matchmaker?!" Sasha groaned in frustration, slamming the door in Bayley's face.

Bayley threw her head back and laughed.