Next Day, Cafeteria, 8:00 A.M...
If Shane Price were to drop dead in the next 24 hours, he'd have the happiest looking corpse in existence, which now that I think about it, would look pretty fuckin disturbing. Nonetheless, it would look very happy. Why? Because the smile on his face had been there since he had woken up. You would've thought his lips were stapled in that position. Nothing could kill this guy's mood. Not a damn thing. Not only, was he one step closer to fulfilling his goal of winning that state championship, Price over here got his first taste of... girl juice. That makes cunnilingus sound so unappealing, I apologize for that. Eat your girl out, it's a good experience for both yous peeps. Gibe da pusi, boss. Anyway, the point remains the same. Shane was happy as a motherfucker. When the gang started to show up, they recognized that right away. However, they just brushed it off as him being excited about the victory on the previous day. Seth and Big E sat down at the table, clearly tired and sore. Frankly, they were surprised at how much energy Shane had, considering he took about as much punishment during that game as they did, probably even more.
"You're not hurting, Cash?" Seth asked.
"Yeah, for real. You went through hell yesterday." Big E followed through.
"Oh yeah, I'm a little banged up, but I'll be fine. Right now though? I'm on cloud frickin nine, boys. No amount of pain can keep me down from my high. None! As far as I'm concerned, I'm in the best shape in my life."
Seth couldn't help but smile at the kid's attitude.
"Good, we're gonna need all the energy we could get for this next game. We're facing Roman and his boys again. They had a way easier time in their last game than we did. It was a complete blowout." He informed.
"We got it, don't worry. We're on a different level from where we were last time we went against them."
In the middle of their conversation, Big E and Seth, mostly Seth actually, braced themselves when they saw who was walking toward the table.
"What? What's wrong?" Shane asked.
"Hey guys!"
He turned around and saw Bayley, with her normal bright smile, coming up to them. In a surprising turn of events, it was Shane who made the first move and wrapped her up in a hug. Seth let out a sigh of relief like someone just put out a fire. Of course, Bayley fully returned the favor.
"Awww, Shane! No one's ever done that before. I've always been the hugger, not the hug-e." Bayley beamed.
"Hey, I'm a different boy I guess. One of a kind, woman."
"More like a psychopath." Seth mumbled under his breath.
Big E heard him and nudged him a little.
"What was that for?"
Ettore played dumb.
"Huh? I ain't do nothin'."
Seth just huffed and greeted Bayley like everyone else.
"Hey, B. What's up?"
Bayley ended the hug between herself and Shane and turned her attention to the two toned haired quarterback.
"Hi, Sethy!"
Shane cringed a little when he heard what Bayley called him. The whole adding an e sound to a name for a nickname thing reminded him of Alicia. Oh god, that psycho bitch. Anyway, back to the gang, Bayley had somehow found her way onto an awkward looking Seth's lap with her head on his chest and her arms around him.
"You're the best quarterback ever! And you're a hero!" She praised.
Seth awkwardly laughed.
"Uhh, thanks. What are you doing?"
"You're sitting, so this is the best angle to hug you at." She explaining.
Unbeknownst to everyone but Seth of course, Bayley's butt was pressing directly into his little friend, and he was dangerously close to reacting to that. Luckily, Big E unknowingly saved him from that embarrassment.
"Come on, man. Don't hog all the hugs for yourselves. Big boy needs some love too." He said fake complaining.
"Don't worry, E. Bayley's got enough love for everyone!" The bubbly girl proclaimed, and then she went over to give a big hug to the muscular teenager.
"Thank god." Seth thought.
For the next few minutes, all 4 of them sat around the table and talked amongst themselves about random stuff. Just shootin the shit like friends do until it was time to get ready for class. At around 8:22, they all left to their lockers to grab their stuff and head to their homerooms. Shane was at his locker doing just that, when he was stopped by a text message he received on his phone.(Where the fuck else would he get it? Jesus I'm stupid.) It was from the girl he had gone out of his way to make feel, really good the previous night.
"Hey, babe. Giving u a heads up, I won't be coming in today. I'm way too tired after last night😈. U were amazing by the way. Told my parents I wasn't feeling well again. I'm a naughty girl, I know. But I'm your naughty girl. Love you bye. Here's another reward for last night."
And below that was a picture of her posing completely naked in a mirror, which was a step up from the last time she sent him a flick. Shane just shook his head and chuckled.
"I'm so damn lucky."
But, her absence made him realize something. A certain friend of his was also missing.
"Hey, where's Dean?"
Dean's Apartment, 8:25 A.M...
Simply put, Dean Ambrose was a giant mess at the moment. It was currently Monday morning, and he was sitting on his living room couch in nothing but his boxers, watching old reruns of Tom and Jerry. His hair was in even worse shape than usual, and he smelled like hell. His armpits were screaming so much, they could probably audition to the be the leader of a hardcore punk band if they wanted. It was a miracle he even left the house at all yesterday. He didn't feel like doing shit, but he still has to support his boys, no matter how miserable he felt. Of course, that misery was caused by his very public breakup with the psycho bitch by the name of Alicia Fox. He wasn't taking it well at all. He acknowledged that she was bad for him, but still, he was a damn teenager. He wasn't used to having his heart broken, and it was eating him alive. His mom tried to get him to leave for school, but just gave up and went to work when she realized there was no convincing him to get off the couch.
"Fuuuck. Alicia you bitch! I loved you, you fuckin fuck!" He yelled to the ceiling while he threw an empty soda can at the television.
If anyone expected him to come to school today, they had another thing coming. Sure, Alicia wasn't gonna be there for the next 2 days, but basically everyone in the school knew what had happened at this point, and he didn't wanna deal with the pity. "Oh, man Dean. It's gonna be okay. She was a bitch anyways." Shut the fuck up, I knew that! But she was my bitch! These are the thoughts that went through his head, and frankly, they were tearing him apart. Little did he know, later on in the day, things were gonna start going his way... Probably.
School Hallway, 12:13 P.M...
It was lunch time, but Shane had yet to actually go. He stayed in his 3rd period Global class to talk to Mr. Kidd about his grades. He was informed that he was in the top 5 for the entire class, so he felt pretty good about himself. Walking in the hallways, he was about to head to his locker to get his food. Yes, the boy made his own lunch. You forgot? Shane was the man in the kitchen, mama! Anyway, as he was doing that, he was stopped in the middle of his journey by a girl. She had fiery orange hair, fair skin, and a laid back disposition.
"Hey there. You're Shane Price, right?"
As soon as he heard her voice, his face lit up more than the girl's hair. He couldn't believe it. She was.. she was...
"Irish! You're Irish! And you got the accent!" He said excitedly.
The girl smiled at him.
"Yup, straight from the motherland. I'm guessing you are too."
"You know it, lass. Ya boy is IRISH AS FUCK!"
He quickly realized how loud he just yelled and felt really embarrassed and self conscious.
"Sorry, it's a habit."
She didn't mind. In fact, she was entertained by his enthusiasm.
"No worries. I'm Becky. Becky Lynch."
"Becky Lynch? Oh I've heard about you. You're the captain of the girl lacrosse team aren't you?" Shane asked.
"Yes I am. I'm surprised we've never met before, but, better late than never I guess. Anyway, I'm glad I've run into you, because I need your help kinda."
Price was confused.
"My help? For what exactly?"
"Well... I heard you and Dean Ambrose are best friends and... I, uh... Heard he and his girlfriend broke up last week."
"Yeah. He didn't take it that well. It's what's best for him though. She treated him like garbage."
"I heard that too. Makes me fookin angry. He's a great guy. Anyway... I was wondering. Could you like, put in a good word for me?"
"Huh? Put in a good word for... Ooooh. You like Dean?"
Becky looked down embarrassed.
"Yeah. I tried a bunch to approach him last year, but I could never catch him alone. He was always either around Seth and Roman, or in detention. This year I was gonna do it, but then I found out he had a girlfriend, and it was Alicia Fox of all people. I don't think he'd be up for a relationship after what happened to him, but it's worth a shot I think. So, will you help me out?"
Shane thought about it for a moment.
"Fuck it, why not? From what I've seen from the last few minutes of talking to you, I already like you hell of a lot more than Alicia. Also, you're not a crazy person. At least as far as I could see. I'm in."
Becky beamed.
"Yes! Thank you so much! You're a real chancer ain't ya?"
"I guess you could say that. I'm not afraid of much. Plus, we gotta stick together don't we, my fellow countryman, or countrywoman." Shane joked.
"That we do, fella. That we do. Again, thanks for this. Oh, and fair play to ya and the rest of those boys on the football team. Heard that game was brutal." She complemented.
"Thanks. It was, but we came out on top and that's all that matters. When does you guys' season start?"
"In a few weeks. Basically, like two days after what would be your championship game, if you make it there."
"You mean, when. When we make it there." He said with uber confidence.
"You're right. The whole lacrosse team's rooting for you. Now that I mention it, there's a girl on our team that's got a thing for you specifically."
"Imma have to cut you off there, lass. I'm afraid Shane's already taken."
Becky was surprised.
"Really? Already? Who's the lucky girl then?"
He put a finger to his lips and shook his head no.
"That's classified. Trust me, she wouldn't be happy if people found out we were dating. But yeah, sorry. I'm not eligible."
"Oh, well, looks like I'm gonna have to break the news to Vanessa then. On that note, I must be going. Have a good day." She said nicely.
"Same to you."
Becky went the opposite way, and Shane continued his path to his locker.
"Dean, this is gonna be a huge upgrade for you. How could she not be? She's got the blood of the Irish flowing through her veins!" He thought while laughing aloud.
AN: So, I've decided to involve Dean a little bit more going forward since most of you guys asked for it. What do you think of Becky as a potential love interest for him? Let me know. See you peeps in the next chapter.
