A/N: I'm finally starting to get inspired again.

A loud banging on the door awakes both Summer and Paige from their slumber – not that the blonde woman got much. Emitting a frustrated groan, the British woman slowly gets out of her bed and makes a beeline straight towards the door; it's after she opens it that she wishes she hadn't.

Standing before her is a very upset Nikki Bella, wiping her tear-stained face. "Where is she?" She's referring to Summer Rae then she pushes the door open wider and storms in. "How could you, Summer? Is nothing sacred to you? What? Dean didn't want you, so you go and jump Dolph's bones?"

"It wasn't all that memorable, to be honest. And I only did it to get back at you for attacking Paige. But you know what's funny? I thought getting back at you would make me feel better and it didn't. I feel a million times worse. Also, your boyfriend is a real slime ball. So maybe I did you a favor."

Paige stands in the middle of the two of them to make sure a fight doesn't break out but she's disappointed in her best friend. She's listened to Summer go on and on for months about how Nikki betrayed her by sleeping with Dolph and then she turns around and does the same thing.

She still wonders why she was ever friends with Nikki and why she's currently friends with Summer – none of their personalities exactly blend well. When push comes to shove, though, she knows that the blonde woman will stand by her side. Granted, she doesn't condone what she did to Nikki and Dolph but she knows it was out of the goodness of her heart.

It's hard to be disappointed in someone who was simply defending your honor; Paige knows this. So why does she feel compelled to side with Nikki on this one? "Both of you guys need to work out your differences and stop acting like immature teenagers. We're not in high school anymore. Nikki, you're always try to best Summer at everything. And Summer, you let her, then get pissed about it.

"I'm tired of listening to you bitch about Nikki. And I'm tired of you, Nikki, acting like your shit doesn't stink. Everything you've gotten are sloppy seconds; nothing to boast about."

The dark-haired twin puts her perfectly manicured hands on her hips and cocks her head to the side, giving Paige the once-over. "Sloppy seconds, huh? That's a funny thing to say since the only boyfriend you've had wound up murdered. So I'll take sloppy seconds over a dead boyfriend any day of the week."

Paige is about to say something but decides against it, knowing that if she lets Nikki Bella get under her skin that she'll be giving her all the power; that she doesn't want. The only thing she can do at this point is to just bite her tongue. "I give up with you two. You guys want to act like five-year-olds, that's fine. Just leave me out of it."

In a rush to leave the room, she bumps Nikki's shoulder on the way out, sending her a clear message: Leave her alone. She wants to play peacemaker to make sure that her best friend and her rival don't claw each other's eyes out, but she's at her wit's end on this one.

Continuing down the hallway, she stops when she sees Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose coming from the other direction – she's not sure how to approach them considering Seth has been avoiding her. And she doesn't even understand why. They hung out. Nothing happened. Why is he all of a sudden backing off?

Opting to let it play out, she pulls out her cell phone so that she doesn't have to look at him once they pass each other. She's too busy trying to focus on the screen when the guy she's been thinking about stops in front of her, obviously wanting to get her attention. "You're really engrossed in your phone, aren't you?"

Slowly, she raises her eyes up to him, offering a hint of a smirk in the process. "Nope. Just reminding myself that I don't have any friends by the lack of text messages." Then she shoves her phone in the back pocket of her jeans and puts her attention back on Seth. "So what's up?"

"I feel like I owe you an apology, actually," he says, the tone is his voice slightly different than what he's used to. "I don't want you getting the impression that I'm dodging you. It's just… I've never spent the night with a woman and never… fooled around. It was weird."

"Weird?" Paige is confused. So all he was after was someone to hook up with?

"That's not what I meant. Why am I so terrible at this?" He slaps a hand to his forehead, making everything he has to say all the more convincing. As long as she's falling for every word he's saying, then he knows he's doing something right. "It scared me, actually. I mean, we've only known each other for a couple of weeks and there's already this thing between us. And especially with everything you've been through, it's a lot of pressure."

Holding a hand up to stop him from continuing in his little rant, the British woman simply shakes her head. "First off, we're just friends, Seth. Okay? No need to over-analyze that. And secondly, everything I've been through? Let me worry about my own well being. I don't need you tip-toeing around me to make me feel better."

Frustrated, the two-toned man lets out a sigh. "Why do you always get offended by my remarks? Jesus, Paige. Is it such a crime that I give a shit about you?"

"No, it's a crime that you give a shit about me but yet distance yourself from me. I'm not looking for a relationship, Seth. All I want is a friend. And with everything that you've told me about your past, I thought that maybe we could relate from our tragedies."

There's a part of him that feels awful for how he has to treat her in order to keep her at bay; he knows it's smart on his part though – if either one gets feelings for the other, it'll end badly. Especially once the truth comes out. This is the smartest strategy he can do in order to keep things smooth sailing.

When he doesn't offer a reply, Paige rolls her eyes and folds her arms. "That's what I thought. Lesson learned. Stop wasting time on idiots." Giving him the once over, she gives up and goes to walk away from him.

The sight of her sauntering away from him kick starts something in him and he reaches out to get her to stop. "Come on, don't be like that. I'm just trying to make this easier on everyone." Instead of letting go of her, he instead pulls her closer to him. "Because I know I can't stop thinking about you."

Her heart is racing. She's breathing heavy. This definitely isn't the scenario that either one of them wanted originally. Seth planned on playing it safe with her. Paige planned on playing hard to get and just remain friends with him. Now neither one knows what to do now.

Catching himself at the last second, Seth backs away, releasing the grip he has on her – this is not part of the plan. It's a moment of weakness that he can't let happen again otherwise it'll screw everything up. Turning on his heel, he mentally slaps himself for being so careless. What just happened back there? This is a potential murderer and he's losing sight of the big picture just because there's this connection there between them.

It's unethical.

Paige, however, is just as confused as he is, outstretching her arms. "What was that about?" She asks to no one in particular. She can't quite figure out Seth Rollins and his little game he's obviously playing with her, but she can't help but be intrigued.

Rubbing her temples in frustration, the British woman finally soaks up everything. When push comes to shove, the only person that remotely gives a damn about her is the same person who's having it out with Nikki Bella. Paige is starting to question if maybe she's just better off alone, like how it always should have been. Before Wade. Before his murder. Before everything changed. At least then she wouldn't feel so empty. Empty and alone.

Feeling screwed over as it is since he got gypped out of the original job he was supposed to have, it's safe to say that Roman's not having a good day when he has to escort two male students up to the dean's office. He had caught them vandalizing the property and took it upon himself to get involved. After they thought they could take Roman in a two on one attempt, he punched them both out.

Now here he is, driving around on a little golf cart that he can barely fit into – damn his boss for not pulling enough strings to get him that teacher's assistant job like promised.

He's well aware of the implications from putting his hands on two students, but they can't get rid of him since he's undercover here. It still doesn't bode well with him that this is what he's relegated to. It's a babysitting job and it's patronizing to him. He already has his share of doing just that when it comes to Dean and Seth, so having to waste even more time on a bunch of nobodies doesn't suit him.

About fifteen minutes later, after receiving an even more boring lecture from the dean than the ones he usually gets from Paul, Roman's on his way. He's not sure how much more of this he can take unless something happens soon. Between having to work with two boneheads on such a big case—which he's positive they're going to screw up—and having to do this phony job, his head is completely reeling.

On his walk, he catches a glimpse of Alicia Fox exiting the campus and can't help but wonder where she's off to. This is the perfect chance for him to act on his part of the plan. Sprinting towards her, he calls out her name, "Alicia, wait up!"

Stopping dead in her tracks, the African American woman turns and smiles when she sees Roman catching up to her. "Hey you." They haven't spoke to one another since their conversation in the coffee shop so Alicia can't quite piece together what he wants.

"And where are you off to?" the Samoan asks, folding his arms across his muscular chest. He's fighting every fiber within to stop himself from eyeing her from head to toe. To be completely honest, he never thought he would be quite invested in this newly acquired friendship with the young woman; after all they are friends. And even if he does take her up on her offer to have a friends with benefits relationship, he still enjoys her company.

"Well since I have a free period, I thought I'd go get an early lunch. There's a pizza shop around the corner so I thought I'd help myself." She's relaxed in this conversation much more than their last one. Maybe it's because she's being her actual self. She's not having to come on to him in order to get his attention.

"Pizza, huh? Want some company?"

"Sure. As long as you buy for yourself. I'm on a tight budget here. I'm a struggling college student." She teases.

"How about I buy both of ours?" The question is a serious one – but this is exactly what he has to do in order to get the leggy woman to fall for his charm. When he sees how hesitant she is, he reaches out to put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "It's just pizza, Alicia. It's not a date. I just figured since you've been so nice to me it's the least I can do."

The African American woman is still cautious about whether or not this is something she wants to actually do. Yes, she's attracted to him but he didn't seem that interested when she last posed that idea of hers to him and now suddenly he wants to buy her food. Something isn't adding up and she's definitely not stupid.

"A couple of days ago, you didn't seem too interested. So I'm just a little dumbfounded as to why you all of a sudden want to hang out. I'm just a little skeptical of this."

"A couple of days ago, you proposed that we should have a friends with benefits relationship – it took me off guard." He says to her. "Look, I don't have too many friends around here but I consider you one. It's just lunch. On me to thank you for being so nice." When she's still reluctant, he goes in for the kill. "Are you really gonna make me beg for your company?"

Suddenly, she relaxes and nods her head. "Okay. You win, Roman. I'll let you buy me lunch."

Everything is going according to plan – the Samoan man knows he has the woman in the palm of his hand. If he keeps charming her like this, she'll be opening up to him in no time. This should have been the initial plan from the get go, instead of having two rookies—who are in way over their heads—try to solve this case. Amateurs, he thinks. Once again, he'll be the hero of this story and then maybe he'll get the respect he deserves.

Dean's plan of trying to get inside of Summer's head failed – he was sure sending that text to her would spark something inside of her to back off of Dolph. But instead it had the opposite affect on her, her responding in such a rude manner.

Now he's stuck between a rock and hard place when it comes to what to do next. He can easily avoid her and hope that maybe that's enough to get her to come around – it's immature but effective – or he can man up and just ask her what compelled her to do such a thing.

Before he has the opportunity to figure out which option he wants to do, he's greeted with an upset Summer Rae walking up to him. "What was the purpose of that text, Dean? Were you trying to get me to feel bad about hooking up with my ex? I'm a grown woman. I don't need a babysitter."

"Grown woman, yes. But you're a grown woman who makes terrible choices. I was just trying to save you from having the feeling of regret, which you obviously don't."

"I don't need you to save me. What I need is for you to be a friend and support me. Is that too much to ask?" Her voice is a little higher than she would like it to be. It's enough to get a couple of people's attention as they walk past them.

"A friend is supposed to do more than support someone. They're supposed to also let that person know when they're making a mistake and being stupid." He puts his hands up in defense before he goes to walk away from her. He stops briefly to deliver one final message to her. "When you decide what you want, let me know. I'm done playing these games with you."

She's taken aback. His words shouldn't have this kind of influence on her but strangely they do. What exactly is he getting at? Is he upset that she was with another guy? Or does he just care about her enough to not want to see her get hurt for her choices?

She doesn't have time to ask him what he means once she notices he's out of sight – she's only left with way more confusion than before. The blonde is aware that sleeping with Dolph was a colossal mistake; apparently she can't explain the intentions behind it to a guy who has walked away from her.

All she can do is blow out a breath of frustration – this was not what she had in mind when she approached Dean Ambrose. So much for them being friends.

Putting her hands to her face, the blonde woman comes to terms with the fact that she's managed to piss two people off. She can't get a hold of Paige to try to talk to her and now Dean is upset with her. At this point, she's at a loss – there's nothing else she can do right now. All she can do is wait and hope that they'll eventually come around.

But who knows how long that will take?