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Chapter 2
John walked into the room with a large grin on his face. Today had been a good day for the ten time WWE Champion.
Spotting the raven haired man on the bench he headed his way.
Giving him a firm friendly smack to the tattooed man's back before sitting on the bench as well.
"What's going on man?" He asked casually.
Punk raised a brow to the question. Wondering what made John so, ok maybe not any more friendly than usually, but his smile was starting to creep Punk out.
"I don't know...You wanna tell me?" Punk questioned expecting to get some long winded story of how something or another that had him so happy.
"Oh...Nothing really." John said shrugging off his earlier behavior.
"Yeah...OK," he rolled his eyes at his friend "Great." Punk said still wary of John's smile.
He knew he had to be lying about something or another. He wasn't going to press the matter though. He had other things on his mind.
"Look, I need to ask you what you think of AJ?" Punk asked plainly.
"AJ's amazing." John spoke without any hesitation.
"Like I don't know that." Punk rolled his eyes.
"If you already knew than why ask?" John questioned.
He felt a his nerves going wild with anticipation and fear.
"Look...I like her, OK. Like seriously like her..." Punk's eyes shifted away down towards his tapped up hands.
Punk didn't see how John's eyes widened or his body stiffen.
John gulped down a lump in his throat. Punk liked AJ...
AJ, who he had just asked out for a date.
This wasn't going to be good.
Before Punk could continue John decided he needed to make a quick escape. "Punk, I gotta go...Um good luck with AJ." He did not wait for Punk to say anything else before he was out of the room.
The small brunette wandered aimlessly backstage. Usually she would be seen flanked by John or Punk.
But... things were going to be very different from now on.
Punk and John were fighting, both on and off-screen. The young diva did not know how to stop the two men from their feud. Neither seemed willing to even tell her why they were fighting in the first place. She bit her lip nervously as she thought of how terribly this could end.
"AJ." a very familiar voice called out to her.
Placing a smile on her face she turned to look at the blue-eyed man. "Hi John. What's up?" she asked pleasantly. Trying to ignore the worry in her gut from her previous thoughts.
He shoved his hands nervously into the pockets of his jean shorts "Did you give any thought of what I asked you last week?"
Her eyes widen just a bit before answer "Actually." Looking into his hopeful blue eyes she blurted out, "I'd love to go out with you."
She took a moment after to realize what she had said.
He let out a sigh of relief "Really? That's great." He wrapped an arm around her small shoulders.
"Yeah. Yeah. It'll be fun." She commented as they began walking down the hall, trying to assure herself of the fact.
Green eyes watching them from afar.
Clasping his hands together he rolled his wrists. Nodding his head towards the man who controlled the music his song blasted throughout the arena.
As expected he was showered with a rain of boos. Although he could hear a few, very few, cheers which made him smirk.
Holding the microphone loosely in hand he slowly paced the top ramp. He gave the brunette a mock wave with a smirk before lifting the microphone to his lips" Wow, everybody, it's John Cena," he mock clapped. "He comes out here every Monday night, he's excitable, he throws his hat at somebody, everybody loves it. I am so impressed at how you do that," taking a deep breath he continued. "You get all these people to believe you're that friendly, smiling, everyday man, when I know the truth. And the truth, John Cena, is that thoughtless, you're heartless, and above all else, you are dishonest."
They both knew that last sentence had double meaning.
Pacing the top ramp he rolled his eyes as John tried soothing over their problems with jokes.
Just like he always tried to do.
But this time Punk wasn't going to allow it.
This time Punk wasn't going to fall for it.
This time he knew the truth. And he felt like it was time all these people knew the truth.
It was time everyone knew how their precious Golden-Boy really was just a lying backstabbing man.
Cutting him off he continued "Your hustle loyalty and respect." he mockingly waved his hand in front of his face "Isn't going to cut it anymore. I know you. I know the real you."
Holding his head up high he ended with "I have a surprise for you John-boy. One you will likely not forget anytime soon."
Giving him one last look he smirked before making his way off the top of the ramp and to the backstage area.
Ignoring the looks he received he stopped in front of the small brunette. "April." he greeted coldly as she looked up at him with sad brown eyes.
"Phil." she said just as quietly as he walked past her and towards his locker room.
The beautiful Texan native looked down at her best friend trying to judge by her reactions just exactly how she was feeling.
AJ small hand gripped her own as the small brunette looked at the television screen with wide eyes.
"Oh my god." the small brunette breathed out as Punk slipped on the black and yellow armband. "Why." she whispered to herself.
With worried eyes Kaitlyn grabbed both of AJ's shoulders in hand and gave her a small shake "AJ. Come on. Snap out of it." she said quietly as the tears began gathering in the brunette's eyes.
"Oh my god. Oh my god," the brunette kept mumbling shaking off the blonde before running a shaky hand through her long hair "Oh god."
Kaitlyn looked on as AJ sat herself on the bench her eyes still on the television screen as the show came to an end with the men in the ring raising their arms up high.
How could Punk expect her to trust him? Especially now? How?
Shaking her head she bit her lip "Why?" she muttered helplessly to her friend.
Why couldn't things just go back to the way they were?
Why couldn't things be normal again?
A/N- A bit shot but I hope it did not disappoint. What do ya'll think so far?
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