Same Day, Cafeteria, 12:18 P.M...

"So yeah. That's what we're planning on doing. I gotta do this."

Shane figured he owed his close friends an explanation for his foul mood the last couple of days. He apologized to the cheer squad already, so Bayley was in the loop. She knew what was going on, and of course she forgave him automatically. Even if he had lashed out on them for no reason at all, she probably still would've forgiven him. That's just how she was. However, he had yet to tell the rest of the gang, so he did. He apologized, along with letting them know what he had in mind for fixing the Paige situation. The response was mixed to say the least. Basically, all the girls were for it, and the guys were either on the fence, or completely against it.

"I think it's sweet that Shane would do that for his best friend!" Bayley beamed.

"Yeah, it shows he really cares about her." Sasha agreed.

"It's badass in my opinion. Go and show those harlots how we Irish do things I say." Becky followed suit.

"That's exactly what we're gonna do." Alexa proclaimed.

And then we transfer over to the dude side of things.

"...Bro, that's friggin far. I don't know if I would wanna do that." Big E said.

"Cash, you can't be serious. While you're up in Arizona playing superhero, me and you could be at the PC, training our asses off. Come on." Seth complained.

"Dude, seriously? Sounds like a waste of time. All that energy over a girl? Nah, couldn't be me, that's for sure." Dean lazily commented.

Becky glared at him, and Dean couldn't figure out what the problem was.

"Why you looking at me like that, babe?"

Shane chuckled at the scene playing out before him at the table.

"Dean, I think you may wanna watch what you say. Especially around your girl. Trust me, she's got that Irish blood running through her veins. Ya don't need to see her pissed off. Anyway, I appreciate you guys's opinions and concerns. Either way though, this is something that needs to be done."

Seth sighed.

"Man, as much as I wish you'd stay here and workout with me, I understand. Some things are more important than football."

Dean laughed hard.

"My God, hell has frozen over! He finally understands! It took you this long to realize that, you fuckin psycho?! Hahahaha!"

Rollins folded his arms and snarled.

"Kiss my ass, Ambrose."

"Haha, no thank you. For all I know, you've probably had someone ass penetrate you with a football by now. Anyway, before you go, Captain Save-A-Ho, me and Becky wanted to run an idea by you if that's okay." Ambrose said.

"Sure man. Shoot." Price responded.

The fiery haired lacrosse captain explained exactly what the idea was.

"We were wonderin' if you and your lass over here wanted to maybe go out together. All four of us at the same time.

"You mean like a double date?" Alexa asked confused.

"Yeah, we thought it would be a cool thing to do." Dean clarified.

"Oh. Well, what do you wanna do, Price?"

Shane nodded in agreement.

"Why not? Dean's my main bro, and Becky's a great girl to be around. Who says the four of us can't have a fun little night out together? Sounds like a good idea to me."

"Then that settles it. Friday night, we're all gonna hang. But not at some stuffy ass, "fancy", restaurant." Dean clarified.

"So if we're not gonna eat at a restaurant, what are we gonna do? Dean, this better not be some weird shit." Alexa warned.

"No, no, it's not. I'm picking where we're going, don't worry." Becky joked.

Ambrose folded his arms in disapproval.

"What's so bad about the old woods at the end of town?"

"No one wants to die, a ghrá." She replied.

"Jeez, a ghrá? You're calling him that already?" Shane asked surprised.

"What does it mean?" Alexa inquired.

"It's an Irish term of endearment. It's basically the Irish version of calling someone love, or my love." He explained.

"Oh... How come you never call me that?"

"Honestly, I never thought about it. My mom used to call me that all the time when I was a little kid. She wanted to teach me Gaelic, but dad pointed out to her that native Irish people don't even speak it for the most part. Still, I kinda wish she did. Mostly so I could confuse the fuck outta people. But yeah, I don't really say stuff in Gaelic. I'll stick with English."

"Come on man, what kind of Irishman are you?" Becky fake chastised.

"Are you even fluent in Gaelic, Rebecca?" Dean chimed in.

"Uhhh... I plead the fifth."

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Shane smugly said.

"Whatever. So, I was thinking that we all go to Central Park and just hang. Ya know? What do you guys think?"

"I'm on board with it." Alexa said.

"Nice. I've never been to Central Park, so I'm really excited. Are there any basketball courts over there? I could bring my ball with me." Price suggested.

"You bet there is. Go ahead, bring it. Just, if you dare challenge me again, know that I will scrape you again." Dean confidently told Shane.

"Is that so? I may have been focusing on football, but I'm still a bad mofo when it comes to ball. Don't take me lightly."

"Just don't get injured, Shane. We're halfway through the playoffs, and I don't need you, or anyone else out. In other words, Dean, I swear to God. If you get this kid hurt, your ass is mine." Rollins warned.

Dean just waved him off.

"What, are you scared your wonder kid's gonna get a boo boo? Don't treat him like a baby, man. He could take care of himself." Dean clapped back.

"Dude, just remember what I said."

"I'll be fine, Cap. Don't worry." Shane promised Seth.

"Yeah, babe. Shane's a strong guy. He's not frail." Bayley said while smiling at him.

"Why thank you, Smiles."

"Yeah, he's strong. Plus, I'll be there, so if Dean hurts him, he'll have to deal with me." Becky piggybacked.

"Double goes for me." Alexa stated while glaring at Dean.

"Don't get him hurt, Ambrose. Or else..." Big E finally said.

Dean threw his hands up in the air.

"Why does everyone think I cause so many problems?!" He questioned angrily.

All at once, everyone at the table from Sasha to Seth answered the question.

"BECAUSE YOU DO!"

At that, Dean smirked.

"Yeah, you're right."

Becky leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"You may be a troublemaker, but you're my troublemaker."

"That's good enough for me." The shaggy haired boy happily said.

Meanwhile, someone was staring dead at the group of teens from all the way across the cafeteria, specifically at Dean and Becky. The stalker had a crazed look in her eye. That look could only come from the resident psycho bitch herself, Alicia Fox.

"How dare you be happy without me! I'm your happiness! You should be miserable without me! Not happy with that tomboy bitch. I'm gonna fix this."