Jessica excused herself from Kelly and quickly fallowed Punk down the halls. She noticed Daniel fallowing her and she quickened her pace to distance herself from him. She really didn't like him.
Stretching a few final times, Punk began to jump in place and do his before match routine, taking deep breaths, knowing that Daniel would make his entrance stopped when she saw Phil.
Easing herself into a nearby chair she watched as Daniel got into position. He changed into a red 'Yes' shirt and shook his hands out. A stage hand gave him a cue and he went out. Music blaring and he appeared on a screen backstage. Ofwhich Jessica turned her attention to while biting her lip.
Daniel had done his entrance and his rant, Punk took a deep breath as his music hit. Adrenilin filling his veins as he walked out and dropped to his knees. He ran his hand across the floor before looking to the ceiling. He then rushed up to hit feet, ready to roll. "It's clobberin time!"
Jessica watched the match intently. Both men were skilled and it was clear both had been trained by the same people. Although Punk was more of a joint attacker by kicking at knees and using his own knees as deadly weopns. Daniel was more of a summison user.
"You'll be going out after the commercial." Brooke said to Jessica. Jess nodded and stood where Daniel and Punk both had stood. Getting into her sone she breathed deeply.
Punk heaved gulps of air into his lungs before kicking Daniel into the turnbuckle and then hitting him repeatedly with his shoulder. He then backed up, running his hand through his hair, fixing it.
Jessica was given the cue to go and she stepped out into the lights. The crowd gasped and then yelled when Jess began walking closer to the ring. Daniel saw her and knew it was close to him having a victory over the champ.
Nerves weren't hitting Jess as bad as she thought the would as she neared the ring and walked around the side. Catching Punk's eye she kept walking closer to the annoucer's table. Waiting for Daniel to jump a 'distracted' Punk. Then she would distract the ref long enough for Daniel to cheap shot and then pick up the win. She shuttered mentally at what was to come after that.
Punk laid on the mat, holding his jaw, looking on at Jess and Daniel. He grumbled, looking pissed off, giving the chick daggers to the face with his eyes.
Jess smirked as she climbed into the ring. Running over to a chanting Daniel she kissed his cheek. He smiled and held her close by her waist before kissing her full on. Running his tounge along her lower lip before wedging his way into her mouth. Digging her nails into his shoulders he broke away.
"Asshole." She said through clenched teeth while she smiled. Going to exit the ring she notice Punk just walking up the ramp and almost leaving.
"Lets just go." Daniel replied in the same mannor and they exited arm in arm. That lasted just as long enough and then she shoved him away.
Punk was waiting for Jessica in his locker room. He was ready to get in his bus to head onto the next city. He currently held ice to his jaw, sighing, half of his face rushed back to the room.
She was annoyed rialed up and quite frankly wanted to fight. Daniel just had a way of working himself up under her skin. He ranted about how he was so great and shouldn't be working with her. At least Punk didn't seem to mind her.
Sighing she pushed the locker room door open and walked into thier locker room and saw Punk with ice. "Sorry for taking so long. I had a run in with Daniel and well argued with him." she threw all her things into her bag taking out a pair of sweatpants a tank top and her sweatshirt. "I'll just change quick then we can head out." Jess rushed into the bathroom. "What was with the daggers out there? I know you are supposed to glare but that looked awfully real." she said from the bathroom side of the door.
Punk thought a moment. Now that he had his mind on it he didn't even know why he felt so mad at her during the match. He sighed openly. "I really don't know." He said just loud enough for only her to hear.
She nodded to herself and grabbed her bundle of clothes. Leaving the room she made a show of shooting the bundle into her bag. Missing she sighed and went over to clean up and zip her bag up."Ah I see. I was just wondering cause I didn't want to upset Punky too much." she smiled his way and slung her bag over her shoulder. Slipping on her beat up sandles she was all ready to go. Pry in record time too. 'Hope he doesn't figure I'm always this timely.' she thought.
Punk stood up and grabbed his bag, lifting it onto his shoulder. "Punky?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow. He opened the door, leading the way to his bus."I have to call you something and Mister Brooks sounds boring,no offense." she quoted him from earlier. Quickly matching his strides she caught up with him.
He rolled his eyes and huffed a little as he made his way into the parking lot, turning around to see she was there and had kept up with him. "Well, here's home on wheels." He stated, watching her reaction of his black and gold bus. He opened the door, leaving it open for her to walk in.
She climbed on and sat her bag on the counter. Looking around the bus was spacious. She noticed the wood panneling and flooring. The couch was nice bathroom had marbled counters as did the kitchen area. It was all very nice and you could tell a guy had lived there. It was tidy and clean but the bed spreads were rumpled. The couch throw cover was crumpled in a ball. Crumbs on the counter. But that was all fixable.
What stumped her was the bed. There was one. Only one. Would they share? Would he mind? Or would she sleep on the couch? Or him?
Phil sighed, knowing what would be going through her mind. "You can have the bed tonight, I stay up really late anyway, so the tv or any light won't keep you up." He stated softly as he felt the bus begin to move, his driver dylan, silent as always, as well as out of sight.
Jessica sighed and nodded. "I guess I'm going to take a shower then and sleep." She said softly. He nodded and walked into his room for the moment, changing into shorts to sleep in and grabbing a spare pillow and some of his comics before setting where he would sleep for the night to his liking. He sat on the couch with a bottle of water and opened one of his new comics up, starting to her lip once she was in the shower she realised she forgot her shampoo, conditioner and body wash in the other room. Seeing Punk's things in the floor of the shower she used a small amount of his axe products. Hoping he wouldn't mind or notice.
Quickly washing up and relaxing a little in the hot water. Once finished up she dried off and put on her sweatpants and tank. Brushing her teeth, gargling and washing her face she headed to the kitchen. Grabbing her vitamin bottle she took her two pills and stopped beside the comic reading busmate.
"Night Mr. Brooks. Enjoy your comics."she smiled.
He smirked to himself when he heard her come out of the bathroom, the smell instantly filling the bus. "Goodnight Jessica, and you smell nice." He stated softly, looking up at her to see her reaction, his signature smirkish smile upon his face.
"I'm flattered you're hitting on me already" she paushed to flip her hair covering up her flush she usually got around her neck. Even though he pry couldn't see it in the dim light. "But I barely know you." she chuckled softly.
He chuckled softly as he stood to take his turn in the bathroom, washing up and brushing his teeth before returning to the couch. Deciding to watch a movie, he turned on the small flat screen tv and laid back, looking through netflix.
Laying down she fell asleep quickly. Jessica hadn't realised how tired she actually was and didn't have time to even call or text hersister like she did most nights.
Punk slowly got drowsy as he stayed up another three hours. Eventually he stretched and stood, checking on Jessica, he saw her splayed out on his bed, the blanket kicked from her. He smirked and put the blanket back over her before laying back down on the couch and bedding down, falling asleep faster than he expected.
Jess woke up the next morning and realising the bus was still moving she sat up in bed and quickly texted her sister telling her that she'd call her in the next city. Getting out of bed she walked carefully out and past the snoozing Punk. It was only 9 and being an earlier riser Jessica was used to waking up alone ate alone. After eating she went and brushed her teeth,washed her face and collapsed back on her bed.
Hearing noises roused Punk awake. Sighing, he stretched and sat up, scratching his hand through his messed up hair. He stood and went to the bathroom, ignoring the woman that laid in his bed for the moment. He instantly climbed into the shower, cleaning himself.
Hearing that her roomy was awake she sat up and Waited. She wanted to know what was on the agenda for the day and if they were traveling all day what were they going to do?
Re-emerging from the bathroom Punk walked out in nothing but a towel, needing to get clothes. "Excuse me, sorry, clothing is essential." He stated softly, getting what he needed before returning to the bathroom, leaving the door open this time. "Better not be staring." He called out.
"If I wanted to go blind I would stare." She called back. Jessica has recovered eassily to the shock of him waltzing in moments ago.
He smiled openly before walking out in denium shorts and a white tank. "I highly doubt that would happen, you go Punk you never go back." He replied, playing around with her. He sat on the sofa and looked over at her.
"Yeah well thats not on my to do list, no offense." she smiled back at him. "So whats the deal for the day?"
Punk leant back and thought a moment. "Well, we won't be in Atlanta till latetonight so it'll just be chilling for now." He replied.
Wrinkling up her nose before sighing she sprawled out in the chair she was seated in. "Then lets play 20 questions to pass the time." she stared up at the ceiling.
Punk smirked at this, "Alright, but we can choose to pass on the question asked." He answered calmly.
"Thats no fun but fine. You first." She smiled glancing over at him waiting.
He sighed, thinking a moment. "Okay... how long have you wrestled?" He asked.
Menatlly thinking she counted up on her fingers. "Five years." she replied easily. "Hm" she caught the shine of his lip ring as he played with it iddley. "I'm curious did your lip peircing hurt?"
He smiled at her, a true smile. "Nah, not really, the tattoos are different in some cases though." He replied easily, thinking of another question. "Well, do you have any ink?"
"Yes." She smiled pressing her lips together in a thin line. Her cheeks warming lightly. All of her ink was hidden. "You pry want to see them don't you?"
He chuckled softly, "Are you kidding?" He asked, "Of course I would, and that counts as a question by the way." He said lightly, leaning forward, intrigued.
"I know it does." Sighing she sat up straight. Pulling her hair back she exposed one behind her ear. "This is one. A blue feather for my father who was in the airforce." Standing up and taking a deep breath she pulled up her shirt. Turning around and putting her hair up in a messy bun she sighed.
"You might not be able to see the whole one there so if you don't get any creepy ideas you can unstrap my bra." She underneath would be a tiny wolf paw print. Inside a white wolf holding four red roses. In each toe a name of each of her grandparents. The next one she wasn't keen on exposing but would anyways for the hell of slowly stood, keeping his hands from touching her skin he unsnapped her bra to look at it before slowly snapping it back.
"Well, they are done well, you've seen all of mine." He stated softly.
"Yes that I have. "Jessica smiled and turned back to him. " And well of course they are. Wouldn't want them to turn out to be crap."She grabbed her shirt and pulled it back down and sat down. "My third I'm not going to show you."
He smirked sitting back down and leant back in his seat. "Well, it is now your turn." He replied to her, ignoring her mentioning the other tattoo that she had.
Streching out and sitting like she was before she she bit her lip thinking. Once she had a question she spoke. "Is it hard being so straight edge around everyone who isn't?"
Punk knew something about it would come up but he didn't mind. "Well, my background has taught me what it can do to people, my family has had hard times with alchohol and drugs, I stay away from it myself but being around it doesn't bother me." He replied with a light smike. "I am a frequent DD."
Jessica nodded. "Well that's good. At least you'reu dependable." She reflected his smiled. "Your turn to ask."
He smiled at her as he thought. He ended up standing, going to the fridge and grabbing a tomato to eat on. "Favorite music?" He asked, being simple.
Smiling she thought a moment. "I listen to just about anything. Mostly rock and metal though." she replied.
He nodded, "Sounds like me, although I really don't have a favoritr genre." He said with a smile, biting into his tomato.
"Well guess we won't be fighting over the radio station then." She laughed lightly and smiled. "Whats your favorite food?"He smirked,
"Guess not." He stated lightly. "Well, there are so many foods I can't have that I love, but one that I can would be pasta."
"Yuck dieting." Jessica said annoyed. "Pasta is good though. I have to agree with you there." Feeling her phone in her pocket she dug it out. Rolling her eyes and sighing at the sight of the caller she ansewred then hung up. Dropping her beat up little phone on the floor she closed her eyes and sighed. Someday she'd ansewr that call but today wasn't that day.
Punk raised an eyebrow at her. "What was all of that about?" He asked, concerned.
"Family and I.." she shook her head trying to find the words. "No, Mom and I don't mix well and she keeps calling. She wants me to meet my new stepdad but well..."Jessica trailed off. "Its nothing." She smiled and blinked a few times before getting up and going into the bedroom. Shutting the door part of the way, laying down she sighed loudly and tried to not think about her dad or her mother. The tore apart family or the other gillion things she had been running from for the past few years.
Punk sighed, knowing there little game was over. 'Well shit' he thought to himself, moving to sit on the sofa so he'd be out of the way and not bother her.
-A/N Review c: Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter.