"What the fuck was that all about?!" I yelled, still groping at the sore red mark across my back.
"I heard that you and Dean kiss. You are being nothing but greedy slut!" Gwen fired back.
"Excuse me?" How dare she even think to call me that? And how did she find out about that time at the gas station? It wasn't even like a long kiss and Dean never said that anyone had saw us. I was at fault of course but I wasn't really thinking about that. I was thinking about how Gwen could mix business with personal issues and make them show on screen. "You're the one being fucking unprofessional about-"
"What the hell was that out there?" The deep voice stopped us both in our tracks. Gwen whirled around and almost slammed into Paul. He was glaring at us with that famous Triple H stare. Now Gwen knew she was in deep shit. She might've just screwed her career right over. And though I was pretty pissed at her she was still my best friend. I couldn't let her take all the blame for it.
"I just...i though..." Gwen stuttered. She could say some heated things when she was pissed but when you put her in a corner she turned into a tiny mouse again. It all had to do with the way her father treated her as a child. I assumed the way Paul was looking at her reminded her of that.
"It was my idea." I stated. Paul turned to look at me.
"It's your first night back and you decide to leave this little trick out of the match we planned. Why didn't you tell me?"His icy stare now turned to me.
I swallowed hard and tried to think of the best excuse I could muster. "It was a last minute thing. I just thought that maybe-"
"She think that maybe it would boost her reputations as hardcore Diva, so she tell me to do it. I tell her it is bad idea but she keep pressure on me." Gwen interjected.
What the hell?! Here I was trying to help her not get in trouble and she pins that blame all on me! This was not my fault!
"You want to be a hardcore Diva? Is that it?" Paul again returned his gaze to me.
"Yes, i do. I really do. I didn't want to go behind your back at all Paul. I respect you a lot and I know I have to listen to you guys, it's your company and I'm just talent. But being a hardcore Diva is something a lot of fans want to see. Go on any social media site and-" How in the ever loving fuck did this turn into me defending myself and adding onto the excuses? Though all of this was true none of it was supposed to come out this way. "-And you'll see how much the fans crave some new type of Diva. I wanted to tell you guys eventually but it was only my first night back..."
I cast my gaze down at the floor and sighed. All of my hard work was going to go down the drain because I was the only one being a good friend. Dammit...
"I think we can work with that, but don't ever plan something as drastic as that without telling me. I believe you when you say that fans want a new type of Diva. Things exploded when you were in the Royal Rumble, we saw enough talent for you to even be in the Rumble. But if we're going to start something then we better do it properly." Paul said.
Gwen's mouth dropped. She was surprised that I was skating by so smoothly. And now I had the big boss man on my side. I got two words for ya, Gwen: Suck it.
"She did what?" All three guys asked me simultaneously. I took another sip of my water and sighed. We had all gathered in the 'Shield's' locker room after the dark match was over. Though they weren't all together as a faction they still all shared one big locker room.
"Yeah, she pinned the blame all on me but hitting me with the chair was her idea. I mean Roman saw how surprised I was. Even douchebag Randy was surprised. Like that was not part of the show. But then Trips said he liked my idea and I'm about to be the next hardcore Diva. We're going to have a meeting in a week. So i guess this turned out for the better but damn like...I thought Gwen would appreciate me sticking up for her. I thought she'd do the same for me but she put me on blast like that. And for what?!"
"Yeah, for what exactly? Did she have a reason to it?" Seth asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Ah damn...I really didn't think about telling them about this.
"She thinks...well she said that if I ever kiss Dean again she'd make sure I'd never walk again."
"When did you kiss Dean?" Roman asked angrily. He glared at Dean then back at me.
Dean put his hands up in defense. "Hey man, i swear to you we've never kissed. Like, i have no idea where she got that from. Maybe the girls were talking. Leena and I were hanging out at catering earlier and the Divas were like gossiping up a storm."
I was kinda glad he was the one that lied and not me...
"The Diva's don't like me much ever since they found out that I was dating you both. It could be a possibility." I said softly, hoping that they would just take the bait. I really REALLY didn't want to deal with relationship issues on top of this new found stress with Gwen. I was horrible really but I just needed this to slide a little bit longer.
"I mean...that sounds about right. You are always complaining about them." Seth added.
"Because they don't know how to wrestle! I know it's the company's fault for pushing them too early but damn some of these girls genuinely don't want to get better. They're just here for the glam. It pisses me off!"
"Which in turn pisses other people off. Leena, think for a damn minute. You can't be making enemies like this." Roman said.
"I came here to be the best Roman. I don't want any drama but it fucking follows me everywhere i go. From dating you two, to Jeff coming back, to me leaving, to getting hurt, now to these bitches not liking me and Gwen going berserk! I just want to wrestle goddamit!" I chucked my bottle against the wall and held my head. I didn't want this to be like it was at Battleground. I wanted to stay. But everything was telling me to run again. All I ever did was run...
"Hey..."Dean put his hands on my shoulders trying to comfort me. "Relax, it'll be ok. Don't get so worked up over nothing."
Seth and Roman joined him, kneeling so they could reach my height as I sat on the chair. "People are always gonna talk shit no matter what. Whether it be the fans, or the other wrestlers, corporate. You just gotta keep doing what you want, baby girl." Roman said before kissing my cheek.
"Yeah, sweetheart. We'll back you up on this, ok? That's what we're hear for." Seth removed my hands from the sides of my head and held them tightly in his. This idiots really were my true friends.
"I should just only be friends with guys man. Girls are such a pain in the ass."
They all laughed and agreed with me. "I got 99 problems and bitches are all of them!"
Dean rolled his eyes and laughed again. "C'mon, get changed so we can get some drinks!"
"Hell even I'll drink tonight." Roman said.
"Alright, alright! Let me just get my clothes." I opened my duffle bag and got his with the worse scent. All of my clothes were torn, ripped up and covered in juices from the few pounds of garbage that seemed to have been stuffed inside it.
"What the fuck?!" Dean said, covering his nose with his hoodie.
"Who the hell did this?!" Seth asked.
"Isn't it obvious? Gwen..."