Everyone belongs to the WWE except for Ryley. I based Tate off of a special effects artist from the syfy show FaceOff. If you want a picture of him just google Tate Steinsiek. Comments/questions/concerns are welcome.


Chapter 4: Talk To Me

Punk was in my face, chest to chest, fist bawled, temper blazing. "What the fuck did you do Good?" He snarled. "I swear if you fucking laid a finger on her I'll kill you." He threatened shoving me. "I leave you alone with a girl for more than 5 minutes and you have her running out of here. What did you do?" He growled taking a step forward. He was challenging me.

"I don't have time to do this with you." I barked pushing him back. Before I knew it we were in an all out fist fight. My fists were connecting any where they possibly could, Punk had tackled me and was pounding away. The adrenaline rushing through my system made sure I didn't feel any pain at the moment. We were bumping into things, banging each other off lockers and benches. Trying to cause as much damage as possible to each other. Him protecting her and me protecting myself.

"Shit!" Joe's voice managed to reach my ears as we were pulled apart. Joe had me pressed to the far wall, his arm slammed into my waist making sure I wasn't going anywhere. Colby and Cena had Punk against the other wall both had one of his arms. The only thing heard was the sound of our heavy breathing. "What the fuck happened?" Joe finally questioned.

Punk tried to escape the two men, but failed "He did something to Ryley." Punk barked out.

"I told her the fucking truth." I yelled. "That's it! I didn't touch her, I didn't even look at her. I just told her the truth." My voice started to die down as the last sentence came out.

Joe's grip loosened on me. He knew I wasn't going to do bull shit to Punk. Punk on the other hand was still squirming and trying to push them away. "What truth?" Punk asked. I sucked in a breath before going through the whole thing. From my ex to meeting Ryley online to what happened just now. Punk was no longer trying to claw off my face at the end of the story, but he was still fuming. "You played her. You played her for your own entertainment." Punk sneered.

"I didn't mean to! It got out of hand." I tried to reason.

"Fuck no! You knew what you were doing!" Punk roared.

I narrowed my eyes at him and pointed a finger at him "You have nothing to do with this Punk. This is between me and her. Stay the fuck out of this." I commanded before leaving the room. I had to find Ryley before she got to far. I hustled through the halls looking like the mad man I am on TV. She was nowhere to be found, at least inside the building. I headed for the parking lot, I swung the back door open and in the glow of the light on the building sat Ryley and Tate.

Both of them had their backs against the wall, Ryley had her knees to her chest while Tate sat cross-legged with his arm around her shoulders. Tate wasn't the biggest dude out there, but he was gothic looking. He had a bandanna trying to cover the mess of black hair with a beard to go with it, he had on a black tank top, black shorts that went past his knees, and he had a couple of rings on his fingers. His eyes shot up to me when I approached them. "Don't you think you caused enough trouble for today man?" He questioned, his tone had the slightest sound of anger.

Ryley's head shot up at the sound of Tate's voice. She stared at me trying to fight away sorrow and anger. She probably wanted to rip my head off, but she was restraining herself. "Can I please talk to you." I basically begged her, ignoring Tate's question all together. "I swear I will leave you alone when I say what I need to say."

Ryley looked at Tate, they seemed to be communicating with each other. Tate sighed and stood up dusting himself off. "If you need me, I'll be right inside." He told her. He glared at me before heading back into the building. He was protective of her and was acting like an older brother. I could understand his worry about me being out here with her, I fucked up and he was just trying to defend her from me.

I sat down next to her. Leaving a couple of inches between the two of us. Her eyes set into the darkening parking lot. "I know what I did was wrong. I know I hurt you and probably lost all of your trust in me, but let me try and rebuild that. I don't want to lose you, that's why I waited this long to say something. If you walk away, I'm not going to be okay. I need you." I told her. She looked over at me trying to evaluate if I was telling the truth. "Ryley, please just talk to me. Tell me what your thinking." I pleaded with her.

"I'm trying to figure out if I can even trust what you're saying." She stated. "In those 7 months you couldn't have told me the truth. Instead you drug me around making me fall for this fake person. I'm such a fucking idiot for even believing it."

"Your not an idiot. I am. And you didn't fall for a fake person, you fell for me. My personality, not my image. All because I'm not the guy in the photos doesn't mean I'm not the guy you spent hours talking to. I'm the same damn person just in a different body. " I explained. "I get that your mad at me and you have every right to be, but I love you Ryley."

"How can you say that after you played me like a fucking fiddle?!" She exploded.

"I will admit at first you were a game, but after the first 2 months you were more! Really I had no plan on falling in love with you, but I did and it fucking killed me every day to know that I was lying to you. I love everything about you, your height, the way you phrase things, your loyalty to others, the fact that you hate purple candy, that you don't wear matching socks, you speak in movie quotes, and the fact you have a secret addiction to country music. Please if you could just get past the fact that I'm not the dude in the pictures and I don't come from the cookie cutter life style, I bet that you could love me." I told her. She is the first girl I have ever fought for, ever actually wanted to be with 24/7 and she could end up breaking me.

She looked at me than to the ground and back at me. "I never said I didn't love you." She stated. I released a breath that I didn't realize I was even holding. I had to contain myself from smiling. "I just don't trust you." She told me. She stood up and walked away from me, back inside, back to Tate and Punk.

Did this mean she just backed out of my life?


HMMMMMM... Punk is clued in on what is going on, Ryley has walked away, and Jon is left with a broken heart, maybe... Sounds like a clusterfuck... Again comments and all that other shit is great.. Thanks to everyone who reads and the people who comment/follow you guys are awesome...