Quinn frowned and turned to look into a pair of blue eyes inches away from her face. "Excuse me?"
"You're being rude." He grinned, pulling away from her. "You sit next to me; pull out your phone and completely ignore me. That's not nice."
"I'm sorry?" She questioned. "Do I know you?"
"You should."
"Well, I don't." she turned her attention back to her phone. She lied. She knew exactly who he was.
Quinn could feel his eyes on her. It started to make her feel uneasy as he continued watching her. Before doing something she would regret, she angled her body towards him and held out her hand.
"Quinn."
The corner of this mouth lifted into a smirk as he grasped her small hand in his. "Jon."
Before Quinn could reply, she was interrupted by her friend.
"Quinn, let's go!" Jay shouted.
"I wish I could say it's been fun." She winked and quickly grabbed her bag. "Bye Jon."
Quinn collapsed on her hotel bed after a fun but exhausting dinner with Paul and Stephanie. After a long and ruthless argument, Paul finally let up on Quinn wearing the wig this weekend. She argued anyone smart enough to google recent pictures of her, would see she had changed her hair color. After much consideration, Stephanie agreed to inform her employees of Quinn's return at the meeting on the morning of the PPV.
A rap on her door ruined any plans of falling asleep. Quinn got up and opened the door to the jerk who dared making her get up.
"We're going out." Jay said pushing his way into her room.
"Dude, I'm exhausted. I just want to get in bed, call Travis and go to sleep." She whined crawling back into her bed.
"Sorry sweetie. You're going out."
"I'm sorry to disappoint but I'm not moving." She pulled the blanket over her head. "You can show yourself out."
Suddenly, the blankets were ripped off of her and followed up with a hard smack on her ass.
"Oye! What the fuck?"
"Get ready. You have 10 minutes." He motioned to the bathroom as he sat down on the couch.
Quinn stomped to her suitcases, grabbing clothes before slamming the bathroom door shut.
She walked out 15 minutes later wearing a white flowy blouse with black skinny jeans and heeled booties. She didn't need much makeup; but tonight she made sure her makeup was to perfection. Her lips were coated with a red lipstick to go with a soft smokey eye and styled her hair in a nice up do. She quickly snapped a picture to post on Instagram before exiting the bathroom. She grabbed her evening bag and threw a pillow at Jay's head.
"Hey!" Jay exclaimed throwing the pillow back at her.
"Come on, jerk off." She pulled the door open, motioning at Jay to get a move on. "You're paying for my drinks tonight."
The short walk to the bar consisted of the friends playfully bickering at one another other. Although she thought she would strongly regret her decision, she was glad Jay dragged her out. She needed to see her friends outside of work before the announcement. Walking side by side with his arm casually on her shoulder, Jay felt her tensed up as they reached the door of the bar.
"Stop it." He gave her shoulder a squeeze before guiding her inside. "You're only going to make it more awkward by avoid them."
Quinn let out a groan and rested her forehead on Jay's shoulder. "Give me money. I need a drink before I can face them."
Jay laughed, pulling out some money. "Everyone is in that back area over there. Join us once you're done drinking your confidence back."
"Oh bite me."
Quinn pushed her way through the crowd and settled herself at the bar. As she waited for the bartender to come back with her drink, she quickly sent a text to Travis letting him know she was out and she'd call him when she got back to the hotel.
"Are you stalking me?"
Quinn ducked her head to hide her smile before turning her head to the voice.
"You caught me." She responded easily playing along with his game.
"What are you doing here, Quinn?" he asked.
"You tell me." she automatic responded taking a sip of her vodka soda.
Jon turned to her with a questioning look. "I saw you walk in with Jay."
Quinn opened her mouth to respond when Jon continued. "I know who you are. I was just messing with you at the airport."
She quickly gulped down her drink and motioned to the bartender for another. "What can I do for you, Jon?"
"See my boy over there who's pretending not to be looking at us?" he pointed to the corner area where are all the other wrestlers were currently sitting.
Quinn glanced over, quickly scanning the area, noticing her friends before falling upon the person Jon was describing. "What about him?"
"That's my boy, Colby. He's a huge fan of yours. Like 'hump your leg and cream himself' fan."
Quinn chucked before nodding. "I understand. You want me to go see him?" He nodded. "Ok let's go."
Jon took her by the arm and led her towards the back of the room. He weaved their way through the crowd, plowing through the sea of people. Before reaching their destination, he turned to her.
"Can you please embarrass him for me?" he whispered loudly into her ear.
"What? Why?" She cocked her head to the side.
"Ever since he found out I spoke to you at the airport, he's been pouting like a 2 year old."
Quinn met Jon's amused smirked before nodding her head and pushed past him.
"Excuse me," Quinn said politely when she reached the table. All eyes came up to look at her.
"Holy shit!" Colby exclaimed when he registered who was standing at their table.
She quickly turned her attention to Colby and held her hand out to him. "Hi, I'm Quinn. I heard you wanted to hump my leg."
One of the men sitting at the table had just taken a swing of his drink causing him to choke.
Colby's eyes widened before glancing to Jon standing behind her. "Dude! What the fuck?"
Jon shrugged nonchalantly. "I got her here, didn't I?"
"I swear he blew a gasket when he found you had been at the airport at the same time as us and didn't see you." The man sitting across Colby added in.
Quinn laughed. "I'm sorry, Colby. I actually wanted to introduce myself; I'm a big fan."
"You know who I am?"
She nodded lightly.
Colby quickly pulled her down next to him, not letting go of her hand. "I'm a huge fan of yours. I mean huge! Your Steel Cage match was probably the best match I have ever seen."
A blush quickly creeped across her cheeks. "Thank you. I appreciate that."
"You're amazing." He added smiling. "You're so beautiful. I never thought a chick like you would be into wrestling. You're so hot."
Quinn chuckled, taking a sip of her drink.
"Dude, you're making her uncomfortable. Calm yourself." Jon winked at her as he took a seat next to her. "Are you a fan of mine?"
"I haven't decided yet." She teased back.
"Looks like I'll have to introduce myself." The man sitting across the table leaned forward to shake her hand. "I'm Joe."
"Quinn, but you already knew that." She laughed, introducing herself to Jon and Josh Fatu, who were also sitting at the table.
He grinned back at her. "So you're here for the show?"
"I was actually going to Newport Beach. When Paul found out I was around, he invited me."
That wasn't far from the truth. Rather, she was using Summer Slam as an excuse to go see her new home. The conversation continued without incident. An hour went by and Quinn was enjoying herself with her new friends. She has completely forgotten about her main goal tonight. She was enjoying getting to know The Shield boys and grew even more excited to be working alongside of them. They had bought bottles of vodka and tequila, which Quinn quickly took upon herself to help finish. She was watching in amusement as Colby and Joe took shots of tequila after losing a dare. Most of her time spent with the boys consisted of them teasing and daring each other into drunkness.
Jon leaned over lowering his voice to make sure she was the only one who heard. "I love blondes."
Quinn clenched her jaw before turning her head to look at him. "That's nice."
He grinned down at her, glancing around to make sure it was still a two people conversation. "Dark hair doesn't do it for me."
"I'll make sure to remember that, Jon."
"So, are you a fan of mine yet?" Jon drew his eyes down to her lips, not even trying to hide his amusement.
"I prefer Dean Ambrose." She teased.
He laughed. "I'm sure I can introduce you to Ambrose back in my room. What do you say?"
"I have a boyfriend."
"That hasn't stopped me before, sweetheart."
With a dejected sigh, she grabbed her bag from the seat, and slid to the edge of the bench turning her attention to the table. "Thank you for a great time guys but it's time for me to head out."
She quickly said goodbye to everyone and purposely avoided Jon. Quinn pushed through the crowd and out the door, breathing in the hot night air. She slowly started walking towards the hotel.
"Hey!"
Her head came up as she turned around. Her hands flew to her mouth when she saw the person calling after her, letting out a squeal of excitement.
"Thought you could leave without saying hi?" he said with a cocky smirk.
"How could I be so stupid?" She threw her head back, her arms in the air in exaggeration. "I forgot about the almighty Randy Orton."
"Shut up and come here."
Quinn launched herself into his arms, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist.
"I missed you." he sighed into her neck.
"I missed you too. I'm so happy to see you."
Randy gently set her down. "Come on, I'll walk you back."
Quinn wrapped her arms around his waist, his resting on her shoulder.
"I saw you sitting with the Shield boys. How hard were you screaming on the inside?"
"Shut up. Those dudes are fucking hot." Quinn pinched his side. "Don't tell Travis."
"You haven't changed, kid." He laughed kissing her temple. "And I'm so going to tell Travis."
Quinn snorted, snuggling closer to her friend. "Good thing he doesn't care about you and your ugly mug."
"Hey!" he exclaimed. "That was rude. Don't make me hurt you."
"Bring it, Orton."
Jon walked out of the bar, pulling a cigarette to his lips. He came out with every intention of running after Quinn and apologizing. He was being a drunken idiot and didn't mean to push so hard. Instead he found her in an embrace with Randy Orton.
August 18, 2013 - Staples Center
Quinn pulled her rental into a parking spot at the arena. Turning off the engine, she leaned back against the seat, taking a deep breath in. On Friday, she had taken the drive out to Newport Beach, along with Randy to check on the progress of new home. She was happy to learn everything was on schedule despite the previous hiccups. It seemed every time she gone to visit, she was told more money, more time, and more supplies. Growing extremely frustrated, Dwayne Johnson had accompanied her on the last visit and that alone was enough to put fear into the construction manager.
This is it she thought. She suddenly wishes she had more time. She wished Travis was here. She closed her eyes trying to calm herself. Maybe this was a bad idea. This was stupid freaking idea. She shouldn't be doing this.
"Fuck!" she hit the steering wheel out of frustration.
Quinn let out a loud scream when someone knocked on her window, completely startling her.
"Are you ok?" Colby asked, his face nearly pressed into the glass.
Quinn quickly gave him the finger, grabbed her purse and stepped out of the car. "I think I just aged ten years."
"Were you planning on sitting in your car all day or come in to watch the show?" he teased.
"Shut up." She scowled. "I sure as hell wasn't planning on nearly pissing myself today."
Colby threw his head back, unable to contain his laugh anymore.
"Stop laughing! It's not funny."
He nodded trying to control his laughed but failed. He leaned against her car trying to keep himself upright.
Quinn crossed her arms in huff, trying her best to seem upset. "I'm glad this is so amusing to you."
"I'm sorry, Quinn. I'll stop, I promise."
Quinn raised a brow at him, not believing him for a minute. "You're lucky I like you."
"What about me?" an amused tone stated next to her.
Quinn hadn't noticed Jon creeping up next to her during her exchange with Colby.
"That's left to be decided."
A grin stretched across his face, pushing her in her shoulder lightly. "I'll take it."
The trio made their way to the entrance of the Staples Center. As they reached the door, Jon tugged on Quinn's arm, holding her back.
"I wanted to apologize for last night. I was drunk and I know that's not excuse but I was way out of line." He offered as an explanation. "I promise I'm not an asshole."
Quinn curved her eyebrow, shooting him a cheeky grin.
"Fine. I'm not an asshole most of the time." He shrugged, extending his hand to her. "Can we be friends?"
Quinn looked at his hand then back at him, placing her small hand in his. "Friends."
With her free hand, she flicked her wrist forward, slapping his crotch. Jon doubled over in pain and in shock. "Pull that shit again and I'll punch your teeth down your throat."
"Yeah, I deserve that one. I definitely deserved that one."
A/N: There it is. Let me know what you think, what you would like to see, etc. I promise things are going to pick up from here. I'll be posting a link to a photobucket account so you can see what Quinn looks like and any pictures corresponding to something mentioned in the chapters.