The Breakup [brollins]

forty

"What happened?" Charlotte asked me as soon as I walked into the locker room. But I just shook my head, letting her know that I didn't want to talk about it. To my surprise, she nodded and understood.

It seemed that I just got struck with what had happened only a few minutes ago between Seth and I. I stared at my locker as I replayed the argument over and over in my head. Was that really the end of it? Did I just do that? It was weird to think about, and very upsetting at the same time. Even though I felt sure that I did the right thing, I couldn't help but wonder how we would have turned out if he did get more serious.

When the night was over, I quickly gathered my things to get out of the realm of Seth Rollins. As I tried exiting the arena as fast as possible, I couldn't help but notice Seth talking to Liv Morgan. I knew all the girls here had a crush on him, but when they saw me with Seth all the time, they stopped bothering him. Unsurprisingly, her hands were falling on his shoulder as she laughed at herself. It was too late before I saw her plant a kiss on Seth's lips. Before I could witness anything else, I ran outside the second I felt my heart shatter. The sad part is, I should have known that would happen.

I took a deep breath once I reached outside, realizing I didn't have a ride anywhere since I usually go with Seth. I turned around to go back inside and find Charlotte, but I hit a hard chest on my way inside. Seth was standing right in front of me.

He seemed like he wanted to say something, but I shook my head, stopping him before he could even start. "Seth, I don't want you to talk to me ever again. I'm done with this," I said firmly. I stared at him for a few seconds after I had spoken, and he stared back at me in silence. And then, as if my words meant nothing to him, he walked past me and drove off in his black Cadillac.

Seth and I didn't talk for days after that. The next few days for house shows, he didn't even show up. I almost brought myself to ask Sheamus where he was, but I knew that it wasn't any of my business anymore.

I tried my best to convince myself that it wasn't a big deal and that he never gave a damn about me in the first place, but I couldn't help but grow more and more anxious as the days went by.

A week after our argument, he showed up to Raw. We would pass each other in the arena all day, but he wouldn't even spare a glance at me. I would always stare at him for a few seconds, but eventually, go back to minding my own business. I told myself it shouldn't matter that much to me, but the aura of being backstage at Raw has changed ever since the argument everyone witnessed.

"Why don't you go talk to him?" A voice said next to me as Seth passed us. I looked over at Charlotte. "We all know that you're upset about the argument."

I shook my head. "I don't want to talk to him," I whispered, "that'll just make me feel worse, anyways."

"You act like he took the rest of your heart."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "The rest of it?"

"Well, Randy stole half of your heart and tore it up. Now you're letting Seth do the same thing."

I shrugged. "Seth didn't do anything wrong," I murmured, suddenly remembering the kiss between him and Liv Morgan, "It just wouldn't work out between us."

"You always act so seriously," she said, "just have some fun with him. There doesn't need to be a future."

I furrowed my eyebrows again, not understanding how careless she was being. "That would be a waste of time at our age."

She rolled her eyes. "Anything involving Seth Rollins is no time wasted."

My eyes fell to the floor. "It was different between us. He wasn't Seth Rollins with me."

"So you tell me that, but you're done with him for good?" She asked, her questions and comments beginning to annoy me.

"I guess I am," I replied.

"Well, Cesaro is having a little get together at the hotel tonight. You wanna come?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

"Come on, live a little," she smirked. I guess she was right.

"Fine."

- - -

I'd never thought I would want to leave a place the second I stepped foot in it. The room already smelled like alcohol as everyone around me was drinking and having drunk conversations.

I wondered what Seth was doing. I wondered if he would show up. I wanted him to be there. I wondered if he deleted my number or blocked me on social media. I sighed. A little part of me wished I didn't give up on him. But at the same time, it's not like he was coming after me to get me back. So I guess it was the right thing to do.

I did miss him, though. I missed him more than I wanted to admit. But I still felt sure of my decision. I knew it would have been better for the both of us in the long run. And I was starting to accept that my decision was okay. That it was a good one. I knew there was no future with us, so why let it keep going just to get hurt in the end?

I remained standing alone in the smelly room, feeling lost as time went by. I sighed, leaning against a wall nearby. As more minutes went by, I decided there was no point in being there. I turned around to go back to my hotel room, but ran into Dolph before exiting.

"Hey!" He smiled, releasing breath full of alcohol. "Wanna come back to my room?"

I almost laughed. "Absolutely not."

I felt a hand grip on my arm, pulling me away from my embarrassment of an almost ex-boyfriend. Once we were out of the room, I escaped his grip and took a look at who was in front of me. It was Randy Orton.

"You're not trying to get yourself drunk, are you? We both know you aren't like that," he whispered.

"Charlotte dragged me here," I responded shyly, feeling like a lost puppy getting scolded by its father.

"Okay," he relaxed himself, "I just know what's going on and I wouldn't want you to get yourself into any trouble because of it."

I nodded, slightly rubbing my arm where he grabbed it. He looked like he felt bad, and smiled. "Let me walk you back to your room."

We slowly made our way up to my room, passing Seth when we exited the elevator, almost giving me a heart attack, but I think he was too focused on whatever was on his phone.

I opened my hotel room, thanking Randy before I walked inside. "Do you wanna come in for some coffee or something?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, following me into my hotel room.

He sat on my bed as I made the coffee, and I noticed him starring at some mascara marks on my pillow from my tears. Seeming to make him uncomfortable, he flipped the pillow over. I handed him the coffee, and took a seat next to him.

"So are you and Seth still gonna be tag team partners?" He asked, taking a sip of the coffee.

I shook my head. "Vince was getting tired of us, anyways. He doesn't know what to do with me now, though."

He nodded, standing up and quickly finishing his coffee. It felt weird having Randy here after everything that happened between us, and everything that had just recently happened, but I thought I should have repaid him for saving me from Dolph. He surprisingly was being nicer than usual, less manipulative. But I tried not to get sucked up into any games he could be playing.

"Maybe you and I could be partners to save it," he suggested.

Without thinking, I said "sure", immediately regretting it. He smirked, chugged down the rest of his coffee, and walked towards the door.

"See you tomorrow, partner."