Rhea and you were secretly dating, obviously. She’s a wrestler and you weren’t. You had a high school reunion coming up and you didn’t have a plus one to, since you weren’t openly dating anyone.

You woke up the day of freaking out cause everyone needed a plus one, in the class or outside of the class. You sighed and thought, I’ll just go alone. Wrong.

You were putting on your pants when Rhea waked in wearing something casual mixed with fancy.

“When’s the reunion?” She asked when you looked up at her. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“You’re coming?” You asked.

“Yes. Now hurry up, I’ll go start the car.” She turned away and walked out of the house. You shrugged and finished getting dressed.

However, once you got there you were instantly bombarded with questions and doubts. Some questions were about you and Rhea, and some just about how the hell did you manage to get THE Rhea Ripley.

You guys sat down once you found a table with glares and questioning looks.

“Well this is funny, and awkward.” Rhea whispered and then laughed. This was so funny to her.