I watched on one of the monitors as a video package of Gwen interrupting my recent matches played. My hands were out in front of me. Roman was wrapping black tape around them. Corporates still had been bugging me about getting some new ring gear or at least sexing up what I wore already but I still went out in a wifebeater and skinny jeans. Hey, if Dean could do it why couldn't I?

Speaking of which that fucker was still avoiding me. As soon as I got into catering earlier today he ran out of there as if he had more important matters to do. Even when we were passing each other in the halls he avoided my gaze. He was acting like a damn high school boy! It was pissing me off to no end.

"You're thinking about Dean again." Roman stated.

I looked up at him breaking my trance from the monitors. "What?"

"Everytime you think about Dean you clench your fists. And you've been thinking about him a lot lately."

"It's just so fucking fustrating! He's supposed to be my best friend! He's supposed to be there for me. He knows how important he is to me especially when I can't make friends in the business and all my friends from back home hate me. Not like I had many to begin with. He's just a big...dumb dummy head!"

Roman chuckled and planted a kiss on my forehead. "I could talk to him for you...if you want."

"No," I shook my head. "i'll get to the bottom of it eventually. I have to go open for RAW now." I was pretty proud that they had let Gwen and I open tonight. Our feud was getting big and it was way more interesting than any other diva feud that was going on. We were actually using weapons and fighting and doing things other than screaming. I saw signs with my name on it. I saw signs written by people who hated me. It was freaking amazing. And it was all leading up to Wrestlemania. I was going to have a Wrestlemania match. Even the thought of it made me want to burst into tears just thinking about it.

"Alright, baby. I'll see you later on. Good luck." Roman gave me a swift pat on the ass before I headed towards the gorilla. My entrance music played, hard rock like Seth and Dean's, and I headed towards the ring to challenge Gwen.

After a nice few taunts and insults Gwen stepped out. It was kind of funny trying to hear her not sound so Russian but she couldn't help it. They still had Lana as the Ravishing Russian, much to Gwen's dismay, so she tried her best to be something she wasn't, American. I stepped onto the ropes beckoning her to join me in the ring so I could open up a can of whoop ass on her. The crowd popped and Gwen acted as if she was going to retreat.

"You're not so tough without your steel chair, are you? I've gotten blow after blow, shot after shot of metal to my back. You want to play hardball, then let's play. I want you trapped in a cage with me at Wrestlemania. It's going to be HELL IN A CELL." I screamed. it might not be the first cage match in Diva's history but I was out for blood. The crowd popped again and Gwen had mock fear in her eyes.

She licked her lips and bought the microphone up to her mouth. "Fine! You want it! You got it! Bring every weapon you can because you're not leaving that cage without being bloody,battered, and bruised!"

The cameras panned between us showing off our little stare down.I tried to hide my excitement and keep the tough act going but it was kind of hard. I knew we were both excited and totally couldn't wait to squeal backstage. Once Gwen retreated I had my match with Rosa Mendes, which of course didn't last long. Damn thing literally lasted 50 seconds tops. One day I was going to have a full 20 minute match in WWE. I headed towards backstage and bumped into Gwen. I was going to say something but Dean came up behind her, a slight smile on his face.

It faded as soon as he saw me.

My predatory gaze kicked into overdrive and I was on him like a hawk. My fist clenched around his wifebeater and I literally dragged him away from the commotion backstage Roman was still lingering behind and probably told Gwen why I needed so badly to talk to this punk. Dean was protesting and wrenching at my wrist trying to free himself.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" he yelled.

I found a secluded hallway in the midst of cases of equipment and set him against the wall. "What the fuck do you think YOU'RE doing?! Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?" i asked, my arms folded tightly across my chest.

His blue eyes shifted around slightly trying to find a place to settle on. I wanted him to focus on me but apparently that wasn't happening. He decided to stare at his shoes of all things. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then what is it?! You're supposed to be my best friend Dean. You can't just drop me like an empty bag of chips. Talk to me dude..." I knew I was desperate at this point.

"You know why I'm avoiding you." He simply stated.

"Obviously not because I wouldn't have dragged you off to a corner to ask you. Spill it."

"I don't want to be your friend anymore ok? I don't want to be the person you go to to talk about Seth and Roman and relationship drama or how you hate fighting the other divas. I don't want to be anywhere near you. I don't want to talk to you. I don't want anything to do with you. Do you understand that? Do you understand how much I hate you?"

His words took me aback and i found myself fighting tears that had begun to surface. Why would he say such horrible things? I didn't do anything...why was he acting like this.? "Dean..."My voice was weak. My strength was waivering. He was making me feel like a child. A weak, defenseless child.

"Save it. Seriously. I'm done." He shoved me aside and made his way out the hallway. I crumpled onto a stack of boxes the tears finally breaking free from the barrier I tried to keep up.

Dean's POV

I slammed my fist over and over into the brick wall. My knuckles were already busted, bleeding all over the sidewalk. I screamed into the empty parking lot and slammed my hands on the wall. I wanted to cry, at least it felt like I did. I hadn't cried since I was a baby. It felt new to me. I hurt her and now I had to live with that. I hurt one of the few people that cared about me because all I wanted was to put my dick inside her...No I...I wanted to make love to her. All gentle and...FUCK!

What was happening to me? What was happening to us? Last year I could hold her and let her cry her eyes out over Roman and Seth and I wouldn't feel a damn thing. I didn't mind taking care of her, in fact I liked it. But god when I saw her lip quiver and when she tried to hide it I knew I fucked up. I made her cry. It was okay if those two idiots made her cry but not me. I couldn't bear the thought of her tears happening because of me.

It made me sick to my stomach. Slowly I slid down against the wall, the bricks scratching at the skin of my back. I didn't care. I felt nothing and everything at the same time. Emptiness, pain, guilt, horniness, longing, anger, sadness...all of it and more.

I rested my head back and stared up at the moon. I wanted to shoot myself up there so I wouldn't have to face Leena ever again. I didn't deserve to. Suddenly the moon was eclipsed by two figures hovering above me.

"We need to talk." I'd recognize that booming voice anywhere. Roman picked me up by my shirt the fabric straining to hold me up since I was now a few inches off the ground.

"You made Leena cry." Seth said beside us. For once he sounded serious. Protective and primal. I treaded on his territory and he was finally becoming an alpha male and defending what was his.

"I did." I couldn't deny it. I knew I hurt her.

"Why?!" Roman yelled. He was seething with anger.

"Because im in love with her. And I can't have her. You guys are...were?...my brothers and I couldn't say anything. Couldn't do anything. So i tried avoiding her...and I hurt her."

Seth's fist hit me like a ton of bricks. Straight knuckles to the side of my face. I felt them crack against my cheekbone. I'm sure he didn't go unscathed either but I let him hit me again. Roman was the one that stopped him after a few blows. I didn't understand why Roman didn't get a few kicks in while I was down. We had always been the closest and now I betrayed him, I knew he hated me. It was radiating off of him.

"You fucking make this right, Dean. She loves you. Maybe not in the way you want her to but she does love you. We're her family here. She has no one else right now. You fucking make this right!"My older brother yelled.

I pressed my hand against the busted skin on my cheek and stared back at the blood in my palm. My eyes adjusted to my brothers again. they were my brothers. And I failed all of them because I've always been a fuck up. They turned their backs on me and left me there in the alley, still thinking of Leena.

Her laugh bought me back from my trance. i was still in the alley beside the parking lot. I hadn't moved since then. I worked my jaw slowly trying to regain the feeling. It was swollen but I think the bleeding stopped. I looked over at her as she loaded up her bags in the rental. She was saying goodbye to someone, i don't know who. I stood up slowly and made my way over to her.

She gasped as soon as she saw me, reaching out to touch my face."What...?"

"Don't worry about it. I deserved it." I grabbed her hand and was going to shove it away but instead I held it tightly in my own.

"I'm going to kill them I swear!" She growled."They can't just go and do this!"

"Leena, seriously. I deserved it. I don't care if they hit me. Don't worry about this. I need to...apologize. For what I said earlier. I didn't mean any of it."

"I know you didn't but it still hurt. It hurt a lot Dean."

I winced when she said that. I never wanted her to say those words ever again. "I know Leena...I only avoided you because I just couldn't stop thinking about you. You were in every single thought I had, every single day. it was driving me crazy. I thought space would be the easiest way to like get a hold of my feelings but it didn't work. I'm an idiot." I sighed and looked down at her. She only reached up to my chest. It was so...cute.

"You're not an idiot. I just didn't know what was going on. I didn't think that would be the reason. I'm the idiot for not seeing it sooner."

"Well if you haven't noticed I'm not that great at showing feelings other than being pissed off."I let out an awkward chuckle, hoping that I could hear her laugh again too.

"Yeah, i got that. I'm sorry I can't be the person you want me to be for you. I...if I wasn't already with someone else I'd definitely go for you though."

Her smile made me feel all warm and fuzzy. God, what the hell was happening to me?

"I know. I'm pretty fucking amazing. You're the one that's loosing out." I said.

She finally laughed and I guess I felt happy. "Dean..." She held my face gently in her small hands. "You mean so much to me. I'm so happy to have met you and I'm happy that you're my friend. I love you..."

Those words lingered between us. I closed my eyes and pretended she said it in the way I wanted her to mean it. Her hands slipped down around my waist and I held her close, placing her head close to my heart. She felt so small. All I wanted to do was protect her but I knew I wouldn't be the one to do that anymore. She clutched at my shirt and nuzzled my chest.

"You're growing out your chest hair again."

"What?" I looked down at her.

"You're chest hair. You're always so fuzzy. Like a bear."

"You're literally so fucking weird, Lee."

She pressed a kiss to my neck and sighed against my skin. I felt like I was on fire. "Please don't hate me ok? I want you to stick around for a long time."

"I will, Lee." I held onto her tighter.

"Let me clean your face up. And get you a beer. And a cigarette. You look like you could use one."

"You know me so well, baby."

I'm on a roll this week, aren't i?! I'm thinking Wrestlemania might be next :) Which means we're almost at the end of April in the story!