Sasha woke up with a splitting headache. It was 5 in the morning, and the sun wasn't even up yet. Blinking a few times, she realized she had fallen asleep with her contacts on and her eyes felt dry and itchy as she rubbed them. She was still wearing her black dress too, which was unusual. Glancing to the right, she found Bayley asleep in her bed under the covers, and she tried to remember how she got to her own bed after last night. Shifting her position, she wondered why her bed felt tighter than usual, as she glanced to the other side and found a familiar dark-haired figure in a dark blue polo asleep on top of her covers, snoring lightly. His back was turned, and she had to narrow her eyes to get a better look at him.

"What the hell!" she exclaimed as soon as she recognized who it was, sitting up and pushing Seth off the bed, causing him to land on the side with a loud thump.

"Ow, what the fuck!"

The movement caused Sasha's head to spin further, as Bayley woke up in panic and found Seth scrambling to get to his feet while Sasha looked at him with a horrified expression. "What the hell are you doing on my bed?!"

"Sorry," Seth tried to get his bearings, realizing the situation. "I meant to leave last night," he said, rubbing his eyes awake. His bum hurt from the fall, but they didn't need to know that. Sasha glared at him as he rolled his eyes. "Relax. Nothing happened."

"I think you owe him an apology, Sash," Bayley spoke, earning a curious stare from Sasha.

"What? Why? He's the one who snuck in here."

"You don't remember anything?" Bayley asked. "Sash, you got drugged by some pervert last night. If Seth didn't find you, something bad could have happened. We'd probably still be out looking for you!"

"What?" Sasha furrowed her brows, trying to recall the previous night. The last thing she remembered was going to the bathroom before meeting a handsome guy named Alex and having a drink with him, and from there, everything else was a blur. She swallowed hard and glanced at Seth as he sighed and took a seat beside her. She felt bad all of a sudden, muttering a low, "Sorry."

"It's okay," he shrugged. "How are you feeling?"

"My head just hurts," she said softly, making a move to lie down again. She was still in denial about what had happened. How could she have been so stupid? Realizing the rest of their friends probably knew about it too, she lifted the covers up and hid her face. Tears began to form and she tried not to let Seth and Bayley know, but her soft whimpers and sniffs gave her away. God, she felt so easy and dumb. She could already hear Charlotte's disappointed voice in her head.

Bayley looked at Seth with a worried expression, taking a seat on the foot of Sasha's bed. "Hey," she rubbed her leg gently. "Don't cry, Sash. It's alright. You're okay."

"Do you want me to leave?" Seth asked her, placing a hand on her arm, half-expecting her to shrug it off. To his surprise, she didn't.

"You can stay," he heard her mumble under the covers.

Bayley smiled at him as they waited for Sasha to come around. Eventually, she pulled the covers down—her eyes puffier and redder. "Why don't you go get changed, take out your contacts, and I'll get you something for your headache?" Bayley suggested.

Sasha nodded, smiled awkwardly at Seth, before sauntering to the bathroom. Changing into boxer shorts and a loose shirt, she carefully removed her contacts and pressed her glasses to her face before brushing her teeth. When she emerged, she found Seth and Bayley on her bed laughing softly at something. She tried to ignore the weird feeling in the pit of her stomach, blaming her headache instead as she glared.

"What are you guys talking about? Are you making fun of me?"

"What?" Seth cocked an eyebrow. "Of course not. Relax, Banks."

Bayley stood up with a sigh and handed her an Advil for her headache. "Here, take this. There's water on the table. You'll feel better."

Sasha thanked her sheepishly and drank the medicine before sliding back under the covers. She glanced at Seth, who didn't move from his upright position, head leaning against her bed's headboard. "What?" he asked. "Do you want me to move?"

With a soft sigh, she shook her head and closed her eyes, turning away from him. She didn't want to admit it, but she owed him and she only hoped he wouldn't rub it in her face.

…

Later that day, to Sasha's surprise, it was as if nothing had happened. Cesaro and Sheamus smiled at her, and told her they still owed her a pint from when she thought she lost her belt, to which she thanked but politely declined. Sami and Kevin gave her a casual nod while Xavier greeted her like he always did—lending his PSP as usual as they waited for their flight to Monterrey.

Even Charlotte said nothing, despite telling Bayley that she would give the younger Superstar a lecture. Sasha wasn't sure why they acted the way they did, but she was thankful to say the least. She didn't want to be reminded of her stupidity, and her friends seemed to have respected that.

Looking up from the airport's waiting area, she found Seth seated alone at the far end, headphones over a black beanie, and watching something on his iPad. He was dressed casually in shorts and a Pierce the Veil shirt, tapping his foot on the ground every so often.

"Thanks, Woods," she handed Xavier's PSP back to him. "I'll just go over there and bug Rollins."

"Anytime, Sash," Xavier nodded, taking the PSP and continuing her game.

Sasha made her way over to the airport café first and bought two cups of coffee—one black and one flat white, before walking towards Seth. She was just in jeans and a simple white shirt, and it took him a while to realize she was standing in front of him. When he did, his eyes widened a little. "Hey Sash," he greeted, removing the headphones.

"Um, hey," she said, giving a half-smile. "Uh, I got you coffee," she handed him the cup of black.

Seth tried to hide his surprise and took it. "Wow, thanks," he spoke, gesturing for her to sit down beside him.

"Sorry about this morning," she started, looking down at the floor sheepishly.

"It's cool," he laughed it off, taking a sip and enjoying the warmth.

"And uh, about last night? Thank you," she nodded, looking up to smile at him. "It was so stupid. I never should have gone with him in the first place. Ugh," she shook her head. "I'm so embarrassed right now."

"Hey," Seth placed a hand on her back to comfort her. "Don't worry about it, alright? Let's just pretend it never happened," he winked.

Sasha grinned and laughed a bit. "It was you! You told everyone not to mention anything about last night, didn't you?"

"I've no idea what you're talking about," Seth shook his head and took a long gulp of his coffee, though his eyes gleamed.

"Well, thank you again," she gave his shoulder a light punch. "It was real sweet of you."

"See? I'm not always an asshole," he teased, earning another laugh. He loved her laugh, to be honest. It had a way of lighting up an entire room, to the point that it infected everyone. Maybe that was one of the reasons why she was everyone's darling—she had a unique ability to make you feel warm and fuzzy, and talking to her always seemed like a breeze.

"Yeah, you're not so bad," she leaned back against her seat.

"So, we're cool?" he asked her, sticking a hand out.

She nodded, giving it a firm shake though she felt her fingers tingle a little. "Yeah, we're cool."

Seth smiled at her and turned back to his iPad. "Uh, you want to watch? I just started a new episode of Breaking Bad."

"Yes!" Sasha's eyes lit up, scooting closer. "I love that!"

"Here," Seth packed his headphones and took out a pair of earphones instead. Handing one of the buds to her, she took it and placed it on her right ear as Seth placed the other on his left and adjusted the volume. He balanced the iPad on his knee, angling it so that Sasha could see. She scooted even closer, her cheek almost resting on his shoulder, and he could smell the scent of her shampoo already.

Picking fights with her was always the highlight of his day, but maybe this whole being a good friend to her was even better.

…

RAW aired in Austin two days later, as Sasha sat backstage in front of one of the monitors, watching Seth open the show. She wasn't scheduled to fight that evening, but she would have an interview and a promo with Ric and Charlotte later on.

His match with Big Show was halfway done when Bayley took a seat beside her; a huge grin on her face. "Hey, bestie."

"Hey, what's up?"

"I just got off the phone with Aaron. We finally decided on a date for the wedding," she squealed.

"Oh my gosh!" Sasha exclaimed, giving her best friend a hug. "I am so freaking excited for you!"

"We're thinking of doing just a small wedding at his home in February, right before the Wrestlemania European Tour starts. We'll have some downtime then."

"Wow, that's in two months," Sasha was in disbelief. "Have you started planning?"

Bayley shrugged. "It shouldn't be that much of a problem. We've always wanted something simple and low key anyway—invite over a few family and friends, have a barbecue in the backyard, get everyone loaded up with beer. That kind of stuff," she giggled.

Sasha grinned. "Sounds fun. I'm so happy for you, Bay."

"Thank you," she beamed. "Listen, the reason I'm telling you this is because I wanted to ask you something."

"Sure, anything."

"I was hoping you'd be my Maid of Honor."

"Are you kidding me?!" Sasha's eyes lit up as she squealed and nearly squeezed her best friend in half. "Of course!" she answered, tearing up a bit. Bayley started getting teary-eyed as well, as they hugged and giggled at the same time.

"What are you girls crying about?" came a familiar drawl. They looked up to find Seth fresh from his match, still shirtless with messy hair and the sweat dripping from his broad chest.

"Just cheesy wedding stuff," Bayley replied with a grin.

"Psh," Seth answered, though his eyes were smiling. "I'll catch you guys later," he said, walking off to take a shower and change.

"So when in February?" Sasha continued their conversation, trying not to let her eyes linger on Seth's bare back.

"It'll be on the 9th. It's a Thursday, but at least we'll have time to settle after RAW that week, and enough time to rest before we head to RAW the following week."

"Sounds good," Sasha nodded, making a mental note.

"Oh, and as my Maid of Honor, you get a +1."

Sasha laughed and made a face. "Thanks, Bay. But I don't need it. We both know I have no one to bring."

"Are you sure?" Bayley raised an eyebrow.

"Positive."

"Hm, I can think of someone."

"Please. Enlighten me."

"I think he goes by the name Seth Rollins."

"BAYLEY!" Sasha smacked her best friend in the arm, making her laugh, though her cheeks had already turned a crimson red.