I was walking through the arena minding my own business, when Dean Ambrose bumped into me.
"Ew it's you." Dean said and scrunched his nose.
"Asshole."
"What did you just called me?"
"You heard me."
He got closer to my face, so we were inches apart.
"Don't call me that, little girl." He said, his breath trickling down my neck.
I looked at his lips and looked up at him.
Next thing I know, he's pushing me to a wall and we're making out.
"I still hate you." He said while pulling away.
"Yeah, yeah. Just kiss me again." I replied and pulled him back into the kiss.
He picked me up and carried me to his locker room, not breaking the kiss.
"Hey De- Oh. Am I interrupting?" Roman asked getting up from the couch where he was.
"Yeah." Dean mumbled against my lips.
"I'll just go." Roman said awkwardly and walking out.
Dean set me on the couch and I laid down, pulling him on top of me.
He pulled off my shirt and he took off his.
We were going to continue, but someone knocked on the door.
Dean got up and opened it.
"Is AJ here?" Paige asked.
"Nope." Dean replied.
"Oh my God she's nowhere to be found." Paige stormed off and Dean shut the door.
Dean walked over and grabbed his shirt about to put it on.
"Don't." I said.
He nodded and laid down next to me. I put my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me.
"I hate you." He said.
I smiled, "I hate you too."