P A I G E
"You know what Dean? I've had enough of your bullshit! Leave me alone!"
The dirty bastard had the nerve to smirk at me. My blood was boiling as I watched his eyes, dancing with amusement.
"Not until you leave me alone princess!"
I laughed in his face, stepping closer to him until our foreheads were touching.
"You think I'd give up that easily? You have another thing coming Dean Ambrose.."
I walked away quickly, feeling my heart race against my chest. Dean Ambrose lit a fire inside me. He was gasoline and I was the fire.
It all started two years ago. He told me I didn't belong here and that I was a shitty wrestler and I made it clear I didn't take shit from anybody.
He didn't know anything about me and I was tired of him thinking that he did. Dean Ambrose is dead to me.