Disclaimer: I own nothing. Brittany Copeland belongs to giftebee.
Pairings: CenaxOC, etc.
Summary: She hated guys who acted cool.
Not The Heroic Type
by: Rainbowblack
Chapter One: Grow Up, Seriously
Brittany assisted her brother backstage from being mugged by Batista annd having Punk add insult to injury.
"I am going to hurt that kid so bad." Adam growled.
"Don't worry about it, Adam. He'll get his soon enough, I promise you." the younger Copeland replied.
"You're damn right he is. I'll make sure of it." he declared.
Adam unravelled himself from Brittany's assistance. She blinked.
"What're you doing?"
"I got it."
"You sure."
"Yeah, I'm just going to get clean, and get my things. I'll be right out." he said.
"Alright, I'll just be out here." she said.
After Adam had left, Brittany started to hear snickers and whispers behind her. She made a confused face, and then turned around. There was a group of guys that were laughing. Laughing at her and her brother. What assholes, what ignorant assholes! Seriously, that's just rude! He got hurt, why would they laugh.
"Mind telling me what's so funny?" Brittany said, sharply.
"You're brother got totally owned, that's what." Jericho replied.
"Excuse me, he got ripped apart by Batista, and Punk totally just attacked him!" Brittany spat.
"That's for sure." Cena said. "You might wanna check on him, he might have sprained his other limp wrist."
That set Brittany off. She then trotted forward and whipped a hard smack across the brunette's face. The whole room went silent.
"Grow up, seriously." Brittany said to his face. And speaking of his face, what a look. He didn't like that too much, at all.
She stomped furiously down the hall to her brother's locker room. The clicks of her heels pratically on fire, and echoing loudly off the walls.