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Monday, August 1st

"What the hell is this?"

Emma Stevens stormed through the door of her agent's office, an angry scowl on her face. She threw the magazine down on the desk, glaring at Anna. Anna barely looked up from her computer, having already suspected her client would be in today with said magazine.

"Anna, what the hell is going on?"

Anna Meares, in her own words, was a clever agent. She had many high profile clients, and when the opportunity presented itself for her to manage the new Australian actress, who was getting rave reviews for her new film, she jumped at the chance. And since then, Emma Stevens was her new project. She was going to make her big. Pausing from her browsing on the computer, she lifted her glasses onto her head, and raised an eyebrow at her client. Folding her hands under her chin, she rested her elbows on the desk, "Good morning to you too, Emma."

Emma almost growled at the woman in front of her. She slammed her hand down on the magazine that she'd flung on the desk, and pushed it towards her agent, "Tell me you didn't do this."

With a look of feigned curiousity, Anna lifted the magazine to gaze at the front cover. The older woman knew exactly what was wrong. The magazine was all her idea. She'd pulled some strings in order to get some gossip going on Emma, and to garner more interest in the young actress. Blinking at her client, she placed the magazine back down, "I don't understand what your problem is. You told me to represent you to the best of my abilities, and I am doing just that." She patted the magazine with her slim hand, "Emma, I want people to talk about you. And trust me, they are talking about you now."

"Because you leaked photos of me and Zac.. ON SET!" She roared, throwing her fist down again, "Do you just plan on fabricating stories for a living?"

Anna smirked, "Do you just plan on taking off when I send you on specific promotional trips?"

The colour drained from Emma's face as she watched her agent smirk at her. There was no way in the world that she would know about Punk and her in Chicago. Not that there was anything really to know, but she didn't think anyone had recognised the two of them as they spent time together in the city.

"Whoever he is, he's not good for your image."

Emma folded her arms over her chest, "How did you-"

"I have my ways, Emma," said her agent, standing from her office chair. The older woman leaned forward on the desk, resting her hands on the messy desk as she eyed her client, "You worked hard for this. Don't throw it all away for a man covered in god awful tattoos."

"So you don't know who he is?" asked Emma.

Anna sighed, "I know you're not going to tell me. But do try to be more careful. If you're going to be around people like that..Try and not do it in public. It makes messy work for me to try and cover it up."

Emma glared at her agent. Never in her life had she been so angry to not be able to do what she wanted. Grabbing the magazine, she threw it in the trash can, "It's my life. You work for me, remember. So looks like you're doing a fuck load of covering up." The brunette tossed her hair from her eyes, and stormed out of the office. She only hoped Phil wouldn't see the magazine. Her eyes glanced at her iPhone, waiting for a phone call or message. She'd already received one from Zac Efron, who was pretty much peeing his pants with laughter. As angry as she was, she didn't blame him. The two had become best friends from the movie shoot, and any romantic thoughts were gone between the two after having spent too much time together. Emma had jokingly threatened to expose his man-scaping to the world if he even tried anything. Making a dash for a cab, Emma headed towards her apartment, praying that Punk would never see.

She didn't believe that in the slightest.

"Ah, Michael, I want these shoes."

Maryse Ouellet paused, realising her boyfriend was doing anything but listening to her. Raising a perfectly sculptured eyebrow, she leaned forward to smack Mike Mizanin upside the head with the magazine. At his startled yelp, she beamed at him, waving the magazine at his face, proudly showing the expensive shoes she'd picked out. "Baby, don't you have enough shoes?"

Phil looked up for a second from battling Mike on the Xbox, and noticed Maryse's face. He grinned, kicking his friend, "Wrong answer, Mizdick." He tried to hold back a chuckle as the blonde Diva smacked her boyfriend upside the head again.

"Whatever you want, Maryse, ok? I'm trying to win here!" The Awesome One gestured wildly at the television in their hotel room in Indianapolis, Indiana. It was the day of Monday Night Raw, and the group were enjoying some hours of freedom before they had to head to the arena to train for their matches that night.

Maryse rolled her eyes, waving a hand dismissively before continuing to flick through her gossip magazine. "Hmm, Emma Stevens and Zac Efron? Tres bien.." mused the French Canadian.

There was a clutter as Punk dropped his controller to the ground. Scrambling to pick it up, he grinned sheepishly, before carrying on with the game. He glanced at Maryse, "Who and who?"

"Since when do you care?" asked the Miz, suspiciously.

"I thought he wasn't into women."

Maryse held up the magazine proudly, the page of the article opened so they could see, "He looks pretty into her."

Inside, Phil felt sick. Considering the weekend that they spent together, he would've thought she would've been honest with him if she wasn't interested in him. Sure, nothing had transpired between the two, but Punk was hopeful that in time something would. He lost focus in the Xbox game, and Mike won. The Straight-Edge Superstar struggled to smile, as he threw down the remote. Maryse watched him from her spot on the couch, the magazine still in her lap. Something was wrong with Punk, and she was determined to find out. Her eyes glanced at the article opened on her lap. The photos showed Emma and Zac hugging and playing around, while they were shooting their movie. The blonde Diva scoffed inwardly. There was no way Phil knew this actress. Or was there?

"Punk? Etes-vous bien?"

The darked haired wrestler forced a smile on his face, running a hand through his hair, "Peachy. I'm going to go get ready for the show. I'll meet you guys there."

As CM Punk left the hotel room, Miz turned to look at Maryse, "What the hell was that about?"

'See you in California next week!'

Phil Brooks eyed the message with a look of indifference and threw his phone into his pocket. Raw had finally ended, and he just wanted to go home and forget about what he saw. He didn't expect it at all, and he couldn't believe how stupid he was. Sucking his lip ring inward, he shook his head angrily, making his way towards his rental car. His phone started to ring, and he groaned, throwing his bag into the trunk. Sitting in the front seat, he pulled out his phone and silenced the call. The fifteen minute drive to his hotel felt like forever as his phone rang twice more. He threw his bag into his room, and the Superstar fell backwards onto his bed. Finally, his phone rang again, and he picked up, almost growling into the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey."

Punk sat up, rubbing a hand over his tired face, "Hey, Emma."

Emma bit her lip, as she curled up on her bed in her apartment. She knew immediately from that tone, that something was up. "You saw it, didn't you?"

The wrestler sighed, "Yeah, I did. I would appreciate you just be straight-forward with me, rather than lying."

"It's not true."

"It looks true."

Emma clenched her jaw, "Well then you don't know me, do you?"

Punk leant back on the bed, "Explain to me then."

Emma sighed into the receiver, "My agent got told I was at Navy Pier with some tattooed guy.."

"Was he ridiculously good looking?"

The Australian let out a small laugh, "He's not too bad. But when she found out, she went into damage control. She found these photos of Zac and I onset, and took them out of context, sending them to the magazine. It's a fabricated story, Punk, honestly." Punk stayed silent, and she bit her lip, worried he didn't believe her. "I told Zac why she did it as well. He knows I was with you, and is currently shitting his pants that you're gonna come after him."

A short burst of laughter was heard through the phone, and Emma grinned, knowing that Punk had listened to her. Punk ran a hand through his hair again, "So if you decide to go out with the tattooed guy from Navy Pier again.."

"Then my agent is gonna have her work cut out for her, because I'm not stopping anytime soon."

Punk grinned, his tongue flicking out to flick his lip ring, "Good. Now get your ass up to Fresno on Saturday."

"I'm sure there was a please thrown in there, somewhere."

"Goodnight, Emma, I'll see you on Saturday." As she bid him goodnight, he stopped her quickly, "Hey Emma?"

"Yeah?"

"Tell Zac I won't come after him.. yet."

Emma smiled, hanging up the phone and throwing it on her bed. She texted Zac, reassuring him his life wasn't in that much danger, and chuckled when he replied still distressed. Leaning back onto her bed, she sighed, hoping that she would start getting used to this part of her new life, and hopefully Punk would too.

Saturday, August 6th

"You really need to broaden your horizons with movies. It's like you are stuck in the eighties.. the bad eighties."

"Get out of my hotel room."

"Can we watch the Breakfast Club?"

"Get. Out." Punk swung Emma up off the couch and over his shoulder, heading towards his hotel room door. Emma had kept her word and gotten her ass to Fresno, California for the Saturday House Show. While Punk was wrestling, she made herself comfortable in his hotel room, playing XBox. He had finally returned, and was not amused to find her browsing his DVD collection with a look of disgust.

Emma squealed, "I give! I'm sorry! No brat pack movies!" Her arms encircled his neck, as he let her down off his shoulder. She grinned at him, "Can we watch Footloose?"

Phil growled, his arms circling her waist again to hoist her up, but she clung tightly to his neck while she dangled off the ground. He rolled his eyes, his arms still not moving from her waist as he looked down to her with a scowl.

"Pleaseeee," whined Emma, her lips dangerously close to his. She leaned in, kissing his chin quickly, "Punkkk.."

His eyes widened slightly at her bold move. The 23 year old still clung to his neck, a cheeky smile now gracing her face. He chuckled, leaning down and growling in her ear, "No chance." The pout that covered her face almost made him cave, but he stood his ground, smirking at her. A knock on his hotel room door interrupted the two, and Emma shared a look of alarm with the Straight-Edge Superstar. Thinking quickly, he released her, pushing her towards the bathroom, while he went to go answer the door.

"Hey Punk, you have my dvd."

CM Punk smiled at his friend, Brie Garcia, stepping aside to let her in, "Make it quick, shortie."

The former Diva's Champion rolled her eyes, "Got a hot date with Kofi?"

The WWE Champion folded his arms over his chest, leaning against the bathroom door, a smirk across his face, "Jealous?"

Brie poked her tongue out, stepping over a pile of DVDs, and leaning over to rifle through the pile, "Seriously, Punk, organisation." Brie had been friends with Punk since she started in the company. They were part of a tight group of Superstars, and the two looked out for each other on the road. As she looked through the DVDs for her own one, she saw something from the corner of her eye that interested her and bit her lip to hide her smile. Finding her DVD, she stood and made her way to the door, smiling at Punk.

Punk knew that smile, "What?"

"Whose in the bathroom?"

Hazel eyes blinked at the small Diva, "How do you women do that?"

She grinned, tossing her hair to the side, "Have fun, Punkie." She threw a wink in his direction as she left the room, with Punk slamming the door after her. He spun around to look at the room, and noticed the object that caught Brie's attention. Rolling his eyes, he threw open the bathroom door, pulling out the giggling actress. She contined to laugh, burying her head in his chest and he growled.

"Seriously, you leave your pink high heels in the middle of my hotel room?"

Monday, August 8th

Emma Stevens tried to restrain herself from smacking her best friend. She had invited Zac Efron over for their usual catchup, and he had shown up late, during Monday Night Raw. Unable to miss it, Emma had conned him into watching the show with her, and now she was seriously regretting it. Throughout the entire first half of the show, Zac had made remarks about the whole thing, bursting into laughter everytime someone took a bump. Glaring pointedly at him, she threw a fist into his stomach, silencing his current tirade. The contract negotiation for John Cena and CM Punk at Summerslam was happening on the show at that time, and Emma was entranced with the whole thing. It was juvenile to get sucked into it, and she knew it was all scripted, but Punk always refused to tell her what was going to happen. So, naturally, she would tune in every week just so she could find out.

"This is the last time I ever invite you over."

Zac flashed a grin at her, "I've provided much better commentary than Michael Cole."

Emma rolled her eyes, taking a sip from her Coke can, "Barely." She watched the television with complete interest as John Cena took a shot at Punk for being a one hit wonder. "What a dick."

"I'd like to remind you that this is scripted," deadpanned Zac, "It worries me how invested you are in this." Emma waved a hand at him to shut up, while Punk started to speak on screen. A look of glee formed on Zac's face, "Oh I forgot, the new forbidden man."

The young Australian shot a glare at him, "He's not my man."

Zac shook his head, chuckling to himself, "Not yet."

Emma turned to her friend, "Anna doesn't like him."

Zac wrinkled his nose in distaste at the mention of the agent. Emma had called him upset after the showdown with the agent. Unfortunately for Emma, besides this one glitch, Anna Meares had been the perfect agent. She had organised Emma's appearances and everything else perfectly, and Emma couldn't really complain that her agent didn't have her best interests at heart. Until now. "I don't understand how she found out. Lucky, he wasn't identified."

Emma nodded, "I can't believe that. I go on one date and I'm front page news..with a different guy."

The former High School Musical star shrugged, "Welcome to Hollywood, Emmy. Whatever is good for business is how they all roll."

"I don't want to date a movie star or a rock star. I want Punk."

Zac sighed, running a hand through her hair, "It might not be easy, Emmy, you know that, right?" He watched her face fall, "Emmy, we are constantly in the public eye. When I arrived, there was a camera man in your hedges outside," He paused, "You may want Punk, but you got to be ready for what's going to happen if you get caught. And if he'll be able to deal with it."

The Australian nodded, biting her lip, before shaking her head with a groan, "Why am I worried? It's nothing right now. I'll start worrying later on." She grabbed her empty Coke can, "You want another drink?"

As she made her way to her kitchen in her apartment, Zac continued to watch the television as John and Punk pushed the table and chairs out of the way. He bit his lip as well, his head filled with thoughts of Emma and Punk. Shaking his head, he mumbled to the man on screen, "Good luck man, you're gonna need it for this world."

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Teaser for next chapter: "Hey," He whispered, "I'm sorry I'm late."

Emma blinked sleepily, shuffling over to curl up against him. She smiled into his chest, as he wrapped an arm around her tightly, "I thought Kevin Nash was dead too, don't worry."

Phil snorted, kissing her head, "Do you have to leave in the morning?"

"No, you?"

"Nope." He pulled her tighter to him, "Looks like you're making it up to me for missing tonight."

"I think you actually missed me, Punk."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Princess."