Dean's POV

It's funny how your body can go from rejecting food to stress eating only within a few days time.

"Dean you have a match." Shane said with a raised eyebrow while a shoved a honeybun in my mouth, "Do you think you should be eating that?"

I shrugged and attempted to swallow before speaking, "I've eaten whole pizzas before matches before. One honey bun won't hurt."

He gave a small shrug while walking off, "As long as you don't get sick."

I felt a hit on my shoulder as I shoved another piece of honeybun in my mouth.

"You know you can't wrestle on a full stomach." Renee told me.

"I can't wrestle on a empty one either." I protested, "I haven't eaten since lunch. It's past 8 now."

"You practically ate a full cow and a baby calf for lunch." She told me, "You should still be full."

"But I'm not." I told her, "Nae I'm fine. A little food never hurt anybody."

"Quoted by everyone on 'My 600lb life.'" She mumbled and I cracked a small smile.

"You calling me fat?" I asked her.

"There's no such thing as fat." She told me with a sigh, "I'm just saying your gonna really freakin huge and maybe implode the ring."

"That's practically the same thing." I say with a laugh, then frowned when she grumbled a few words and crossed her arms, "What's wrong with you?"

"My monthly reminder that I should have been born a boy and I want to kill myself came this morning." She mumbled, "And they ran out of donuts in catering."

I shrugged before placing the rest of my honeybun in her hand.

She looked at me for a moment before sighing and taking a bite, "Thanks Deano."

"No problem." I tell her then wave it off as she tried to hand it back to me, "Keep it."

"Did Hunter talk to you?" She asked me as she took another bite.

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah. He gave me a strike for 'disorderly sportsmanship among coworkers'. It's dumb shit, but I don't care."

"A strike isn't bad." She told me, "I thought he would have suspended you for a while considering the damage you two did."

"What damage?" I asked with a smirk, "Rumor has it I scratched his face up pretty good."

"Rumors right." She told me, "That ring did some damage to the skin dude."

I frowned slightly before glancing down at the diamond on my left ring finger. I had grown accustomed to it just being there. I hardly ever took it off. I even slept with it on.

'Yet I'm not sleeping in the same bed as the man who presented it to me.' I mumbled in my mind as I fiddled with it a bit.

I tried to keep Seth out of my mind because every time I thought about him, I went into this depressing mood that left me in tears and reminded me that my heart still hurt.

But I'm better.

I'm not at my best, but I've drug myself back to work.

I'm still upset, I still let tears fall before I go to sleep at night, but I'm still better than before.

I'm not over him... I don't wanna be over him, but it hurts to think about what he did because he said that he loved me.

He told me that nobody else was above me.

He told me he didn't need anybody else, and maybe it was foolish on my half to listen. A part of me saying 'maybe I should drop him and leave.'

But then there's the other half me that wants to eventually listen to what he has to say and maybe just maybe we can pick up the pieces and move forward... but it's so hard to see it happening.

"You thinking about him?" She asked me.

"Nah." I lied.

"You're a terrible liar." She told me then sighed, "I still wanna beat his ass... but... nah there's no buts, I still wanna beat his ass."

"Well you're not." I told her, "No one is except me and I most likely won't."

"You're too soft on him." She mumbled, "You gotta be mean. There's no doubt in my mind that Seth wants you back, but you can't just crawl back to him. You gotta be mean. Give him just what he deserves. Then maybe after he's suffered, then you can show him some mercy and allow him to take you out on a date."

"You want me to be mean then let him take me out on a date?" I asked her but couldn't help but to smile a bit.

"Hell yeah!" She shouted, "If he wants you, he better freaking show it. I will not have him half ass trying to get you back, oh no, that ain't happening. I will be on his head until he cries."

"Renee!" I protested loudly.

"I'm being 100% honest." She told me, "He hurt you. And your my best friend. So if he thinks for one moment that he isn't on my list, he's delusional. Roman better freaking tell him something about me because the boy seems clueless."

"He's with Roman?" I asked her and she nodded.

"Randy said he went down to Roman's place this weekend." She told me then rolled her eyes, "Get that look off your face. Roman's not interested in Seth, he's head over sneakers in love with Orton."

"What look on my face?" I asked her confusedly.

"You didn't even recognize you did it." She told me, "The minute I mentioned Seth being with someone else your entire demeanor changed."

"Shut up." I grumbled, hating the fact that I know I probably did exactly what she had described.

"Anywho." She told me, "Since I know Roman better than I know what my back looks like, I know him and Seth are discussing you. And more important how to get you back. And if he really wants it, I'm gonna make him slave for it."

"Nobody wants a washed up," a voice said and my attitude immediately shifted, "wanna be homeless looking guy. And that includes Seth. That especially includes Seth."

"You gotta lotta fucking nerve coming over here Styles." Renee growled, "You're dumb as fuck, but none the less, you got nerve."

AJ smiled at her before looking at me and immediately frowning, "Ambrose, put your bitch on a leash."

I scowled at him while Renee looked behind her, then hopped off the crates and went by the crew and started looking through the papers they were holding.

"What the hell do you want Styles?" I asked him as Renee continued to look around for something.

"I couldn't help but to overhear your little conversation." He told me, "It's cute that you really think Seth wants you back."

"You wanna know what's cute to me?" I asked him as Renee got down on all fours and looked over one of the tables near by, "A bloody face. Have you ever wanted to be cute Styles? Cause I can help you out there."

"You lay a hand on me and I'll have Hunter give you another strike." He growled at me.

"You think I give a damn about a strike?" I scoffed, "Hell, they can fucking fire me. If it means shutting your mouth, you can bet money I'll do it. I've done it once, I have no problem repeating myself."

"You think perfect, don't you Ambrose?" He asked me as Renee retuned next to us, lifting up my title that had been sitting on one of the chairs, "Well it's obvious that not everyone thinks so. And can bet your ass that Seth doesn't think you are- what the hell are you doing?"

I sighed slightly as Renee lifted AJ's leg, then patted his hair before he swatted her away.

"Renee." I sighed, "What are you doing?"

"I'm just trying to find," she said as she lifted another one of the crates, "Who the fuck he was talking about earlier when he described a bitch being put on a leash. Cause it wasn't me, right? It certainly wasn't me."

"Is she crazy-" AJ started to ask and she stopped him.

"You're damn right Im fucking crazy." She growled at him, "I'm small but I bite big. I talk tough shit cause I walk tough shit. So don't think your just gonna fucking shade me like that Styles. I will freaking beat your ass, loose my job, then beat your ass for making me loose my job. I'm not playing with you. Try me bitch, and I promise you I'll be on your ass before you know it and I'll be harder to get off than grits in a cold pot."

"You're a mess." He spat at her.

"I'm a mess? Bitch I will roast you-" she started to say but I stopped her.

"Get outta here Styles." I told him, "It's your best bet right now."

He scoffed, "Sure Ambrose. And may the best man win."

I glared at him as he walked off, the thought of tackling him again not seeming too bad.

"The best man win?" Renee repeated, "This ain't no fucking competition! Hell no! Styles, bring that ass here boi-"

"Let him go." I interrupted while crossing my arms, "Like you said before, if Seth loves me, he'll choose me right?"

"Well yeah." She mumbled, "I guess your right. I just wanna make him eat his words."

"He will." I told her while leaning against the wall, "At least I hope he does."