Even though Dolph kinda bothered me last night, I went to the Smackdown taping the next day to get away from Seth, and... to support Dolph I guess.
Charlotte came with me after I finally got a hold of her. We were walking through the hallway to the gorilla together until I ran into Dolph.
"I'm sorry if I upset you last night," he smiled at me. Charlotte looked up from her phone at us, confused.
"Seth just frustrates me," he admitted. "Can we try again?"
I nodded. "Sure," I lied, knowing he was just a distraction.
"Great! Let's hang out tonight after Smackdown." He demanded.
"I'm sorry, I think I just want to relax before driving around tomorrow morning."
"I want to hang out tonight." He complained.
I shrugged. "I don't want to go out tonight."
"You can relax tomorrow night." He insisted.
Trying not to show my frustration towards him, I really wasn't going to budge. I wanted to talk to Seth tonight, for real.
"She said no," I heard. I looked over at Charlotte, thinking she was protecting me, but I knew that voice. I looked behind me to see Seth walking up behind us. He stopped right behind me, giving Dolph a cold look.
"You stay out of this, Rollins." Dolph hissed, stepping closer to him. Seth was only an inch taller than Dolph, but his anger made him look like he was towering over him. "And you get the hell out of my way," Seth responded sternly.
They glared at each other for a few moments longer before Dolph stepped back.
"We'll go out another time," he told me, keeping his eyes locked on Rollins before going away. As soon as Dolph left the scene, so did Seth without saying a word.
Charlotte quickly turned her head towards me. "Did you go out with Dolph? Why was Seth being so protective? Why is Seth even here? Where's Randy in all of this? Are you in a love square?" She kept asking, confusion written all over her. "I need a lot of answers. What the hell just happened?"
I shook my head. "I don't know," I answered broadly.
"Let's go to catering, I need some popcorn for this explanation," she rushed. "Wait," I responded, rushing to Seth's side. He stopped and looked at me, probably wondering what I was doing.
"I'm not going to ask Vince to break this up." I stated, waving my finger between him and I. "If you have a problem with me, then do what you want. But I'm staying with you."
His brown eyes stared at me for a while. My eyes scanned him, and I noticed he was wearing the same outfit I saw him last in. He must've come straight out of bed just for this. "Do you need to say anything else?" He asked sternly, crossing his arms.
I scoffed and turned back to Charlotte, confidently. I said what I needed to say to him. "I need some air," I said to Charlotte as I brushed past her. She and I walked down the hall together in silence until we were outside.
"Explain," she said.
"What is there to explain?" I asked, side-glancing her.
"All the tension, all the questions I asked."
"I don't know. Seth is just weird."
"How?"
"We started making conversation with each other. I asked him a few questions every day. It was a start. Randy followed us to Iowa. He broke into Seth's home and tried to assault me. Then Seth choked him. After that, Seth was the one asking all the questions making sure I was okay. Then on the plane here, Dolph asked for my number. I went on a date with him after Seth kept pissing me off. I kissed him on the date just because I knew Seth was watching. Now this," I explained, "I don't really know what's going on."
"You don't know what's going on? Are you stupid?" She commented. "Seth was 'protective' after your ex tried to hurt you? He likes you," I shook my head at her. "You kissed Dolph 'because you knew Seth was watching'? You like him." I kept shaking my head at her observations.
"No, no, no. Just stop. How could I like the guy when he won't even talk to me? Same with him. He knows nothing about me. Besides, he wants to tell Vince to split up our little tag team."
"Becky," she grabbed my shoulders and faced me, "you guys are attracted to each other, at least. Do something about it."
I crossed my arms at her before she walked away. I felt some raindrops and walked back inside. I had decided I was going to go back to the hotel and not watch Dolph tonight. He annoyed me enough and since Seth was here, I could be alone.
A while later, I walked into my room and took a shower. I dreaded the thought of Seth coming back to the hotel later tonight. I kept wondering if he talked to Vince or not.
"He likes you, you like him."
Charlotte's observations kept popping into my mind. I knew I didn't like him since I barely knew him. At this point, however, I could admit that there was something between us. I didn't know what it was, especially with how bipolar we both were. But the way he cared for me even though he acted like he hated me had shown me a lot.
I wrapped myself in a towel and began to dry my hair until I heard a knock at my bathroom door. "What the hell?" I whispered to myself. I left my clothes to change into on the bed.
I opened the door ever so slightly, so he wouldn't see my current situation. I saw him raise an eyebrow, but he didn't say anything. I noticed that the door was open just enough for him to see the mirror, and see that I was in a towel. My eyes widened and I slammed the door. "One moment please,"
I sighed and tightened my towel before walking out to get my clothes. I noticed him lifting them up to sit down. "Uh," was the only thing that came out of my mouth before I snatched them and smiled at him as I walked back into the bathroom to change.
After a few moments, I walked into my room and sat next to him on my bed. He didn't budge, as he was texting on his phone.
"Do you only own black?" I commented randomly. He completely ignored me but got off his phone.
"Are we not gonna talk about what happened today?" I asked. "Where you almost squared up with Dolph?" I specified.
"Nothing happened," he replied. I looked down at my feet. He was so impossible to have a conversation with. How could I like such a difficult guy, Charlotte?
"Right," I whispered, standing up and facing the opposite direction as I crossed my arms. "You don't seem to like Dolph."
"And you do, playing tonsil hockey with him."
I quickly uncrossed my arms and turned around to face him. "I was not-"
"You were," he interrupted and stood up across from me, "why aren't you tag team partners with him?"
"I don't know, maybe when you tell Vince that you want nothing to do with me, I will be partners with him. Then your life will go back to being sunshine and rainbows, wouldn't you like that?" I replied.
He slowly shook his head, and silence fell in the room.
"What happened with you and Randy?" He asked calmly.
"Why are you asking?" I replied. He didn't say anything. "Well," I sat on the bed, "it's like I told you. We dated for 4 months, had a 4-month long break up. And yeah."
"No," he looked straight in my eyes, "what really happened?"
I sighed. "I mean, everything was fine for the first half. He was really good to me. I should have known it would end bad based on our first date, though. He got me drunk and took me right to his hotel room. Right before Summer Slam, we went on a walk and he dumped me. He didn't say why he just did. I was heartbroken. A few weeks of arguing since he wouldn't tell me why we broke up, he said to me 'we will get back together if you have sex with me.' I thought that would be easy, but when I showed up at his hotel room, I couldn't even get a word out. He came onto me and pushed me around. He slapped me and ripped my clothes off... not in a sexy way of course. And I wasn't into it. I mean we clearly have had sex before, but this time it was obviously different. I kept trying to push him off, I kept saying no, I kept trying to walk away. He would just pull me back a-and he was too strong for me to get away from," I explained. I looked at him and he was listening attentively.
"That was the start of the shit-show. We were both on Raw so it was hard for me to stay away from him. He would pull me into closets and force himself onto me all the time. He didn't stop until I found out he cheated on me with some girl at a bar two months into dating him. I threatened to tell people, and he never pulled me into a closet again. He still stalks me, though, if you couldn't already tell." I finished.
I could hear him shuffling until he sat next to me. "I'm sorry," he said softly. I didn't understand what made me trust him enough to tell him, but it felt... good.
"Enough about my story," I smiled, flicking a tear away, "what's your story?"
"I don't have one," he replied. I knew it was a lie with all the scandals and past girlfriends he has had, but I let it slide. Even if I poured out my heart, that didn't mean he was ready to do the same.
"Why are you interested?" He asked.
I furrowed my eyebrows. "You asked about mine."
"I know it's not fair, but I don't want to share anything." He said lowly.
I nodded in understanding. Silence fell over us once again.
"You're beautiful and strong, Becky," he said suddenly, "don't let Randy, Dolph, or anybody make you feel otherwise."
After that simple statement, he got up and left the room.