A/N: I only own OCs. Thanks for the reviews!
Sorry for the short chapter.
Quinn POV
I was actually glad to get back on the road. Dean was better, John was pissed at Roman, and Roman had barely texted me. I didn't know what to do about him. I still felt ugly… I don't know why I let him affect me the way I do.
"Hey!" Brie said as she hugged me.
"Hey, how was your time off?" I asked her. I knew that she and Daniel were doing some remodeling.
"Great, I got my kitchen stuff picked out." she said and I smiled.
"Where's Roman?" Daniel asked me and John when he walked up.
"Um, not with us." I answered as John's expression turned icy.
"Girl time." Brie announced and I was dragged away as John and Daniel looked at us. Brie dragged us out to the arena and we sat down a few rows back. I looked around to see a few other wrestlers and production people milling around.
"What happened?" she asked me.
"We had a fight." I said with a shrug.
"No shit, what happened?" she asked me and I had to laugh at this.
"He wanted me to met his daughter, I told him that I wasn't sure, and he told me that he didn't feel like I was into our relationship. He also saw my scars on my back and was horrified. He looked at me like I was a monster or something." I said as she looked appalled.
"He's an ass." she said and I could only nod in response.
"Has he tried to talk to you?" she asked me.
"Yeah, he texted me and wanted to talk, but I can't get that look out of my mind." I admitted and she nodded.
"This is why I haven't dated in years." I said and she looked confused.
"Seriously?" she asked me and I nodded as I ran my hands over my face.
"How long?" she asked me and I sighed. I felt stupid admitting this to her.
"Almost 7 years." I mumbled and she looked surprised.
"How old are you?" she asked me and I laughed.
"28." I answered.
"You need to find someone better." she said and I laughed.
"I hate just giving up." I said and she nodded.
"Yeah, but there could be someone better out there." she said and I laughed, but she nudged me. I stopped and followed her gaze. I saw Dean, John, Daniel, Dolph, and Randy talking; Dean was looking in our direction. I have to admit that I never really noticed Dean like that. He wasn't bad looking and he could be very caring when he wanted to be.
"Right." I said as I looked back at Brie.
"He just made a stupid decision with Renee. I wouldn't ignore it." she said and I nodded as I looked in his direction again. He looked up and our eyes met. I saw a small smile creep into his face, but quickly disappear. I realized why when someone touched my shoulder.
"Hey." a familiar voice said and I turned to see Roman towering over me and Brie.
"Find me later." Brie said as she quickly disappeared. I nodded and he sat down.
"We should talk." he said and I nodded. I was usually quick with a smart remark, quick whit, or glare, but I didn't have anything to say. I didn't honestly know what to say.
John POV
I was standing outside the ring when I saw Roman talking to Quinn. I didn't like him. I had seen the look he gave her when he saw her scars. I had never seen her truly upset so it really bothered me to find her face down on the bed, crying, and hurt. She was always so confident, but he had taken that away from her in one look.
"He piss you off?" Dolph ask me.
"He's just an ass." I said and Randy nodded. Quinn and Randy were good friends; Randy was pissed when he hurt her as well.
"She's too good for him." Dean said.
"Yeah, says you? Are you good enough for her?" Dolph asked with a laugh.
"No, no one here is." Dean said as he walked away. I got a look from Randy and Dolph seemed taken back by his response.
I watched as Roman and Quinn talked… he was mostly doing the talking. I finally walked up there and they both looked at me.
"I need Quinn." I said and Roman opened his mouth to say something, but thought otherwise so he shut his mouth.
"I'll meet you backstage." he said and she nodded before walking away. We got down to the floor and I could tell she wasn't happy.
"Thanks." she said and I nodded. She followed me to my dressing room. She walked in, went straight for the punching bag, and unleashed hell on it. I just sat there and watched ESPN. I knew that she needed to get it out. I was standing there when I heard something snap. I looked back and she was staring at the bag… it was laid over on its side.
"Come on." I said and she plopped down next to me. I saw that her knuckles were already bruised and swollen.
"People are going to think you beat me up." I said and she laughed. She needed to laugh. She needed someone better.
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