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Can't You Feel The Weight of My Stare
CHAPTER TWELVE
Looks Can Be Decieving
I didn't need to look up to know who it was. By the scent alone and the rapid breathing, I knew exactly who it was. We stayed like that for a few seconds, just staring and being silent. That was until he spoke.
"Can you move?"
I narrowed my eyes at him. Was he actually trying to enrage me? Was he wanting to get on my nerves more than Ashley was?
"Um, there's something called excuse me. So why can't you just show a little respect?" I said, snapping before the conversation even started. He glared at me before quickly eyeing me up and down.
"And there's something called minding your own business, but you can't do that can you?" Guilt flashed through me as I realized what he was talking about. I shook the guilt off before returning to my senses of why I was even talking to him.
"Why have you been avoiding me?" I asked, ignoring his last comment. He looked guilty for a moment before his stare changing into a glare. I played it safe and just looked at him casually, still waiting for an answer.
It never came.
"Look, I don't have time for this," he stated already trying to barge through me - unfortunately for him, I was somehow blocking the door from entry. "So please move." His tone was getting cold now. His face was getting hard, and by the tension that was building, he was definetely frustrated.
"Well, I don't have time for your games either, Hardy. But I'm still waiting until I recieve an answer - otherwise, I'm just going to stand here all day," I teased, putting my back more firmly across the door. I glanced back up at him and saw nothing but pure anger on his face.
"Maria," he said timidly, waiting for my response.
"Yes?" I said, feeling a smirk emerge the corner of my lips. He slowly raised his head from the floor and gazed into my eyes.
"I'm gonna count to three and if you're not off that door, you're really gonna get it," he promised - eyes dark. My eyes widened slightly wondering just exactly what he meant by that. I couldn't even read his expression - his tone was giving all of his emotion away.
I was smiling all the way now, but by the look on his face he was actually serious.
"1..."
Still smiling.
"2..."
I rolled my eyes.
He paused for a moment, and I had to look at him, his eyes were warning me to get off before he reached three, but I was curious to find out what he meant by, "You're really gonna get it." Once he saw how uninterested I was he resumed his last count.
"3."
That was it. The smirk that was once spread across my face was now gone as I felt myself being lifted off of the door, and then being rammed against the wall beside it. He stared at me ferociosly and I had to focus my eyes on something else.
"I thought I told you to move!" he yelled at me. I flinched as his words shocked me. He was actually blazing, blazing hot. I could literally feel the heat radiating off of him and it was becoming a part of me.
"I thought I told you to answer my question," I said timidly as my voice weakened. The grip he had on my shoulders only became tighter as he began to tremble. And the vicious glare he was giving me made me feel even more intimidated.
I swallowed thickly as I saw his eyes trail from my eyes to my now trembling lips. He was staring at them just as hard as he was glaring at me. For some undeniable reason, I felt that I was actually yearning for him. He licked his lips hungrily as seemed to have calmed down. Was gawking at my lips really that soothing? Was yearning for him actually a good thing.
I wanted him to do it. I wasn't really caring anymore, I just wanted to feel something so that this giant ball of passion left me. It almost disgusted me that I was so engaged in this moment. I didn't have to be, but I felt that now I really didn't have a choice.
His lips were getting closer, and each breath was becoming more and more difficult to inhale.
He was so close to my lips it felt that he was teasing me. I felt his hot breath hit my lips and I had to try my hardest not to beg for him to just do it already.
But that's when he backed up before quickly returning to whisper in my ear.
"Did you really think I was going to do it?"
My mood quickly changed. Before I was just blunt, but now? I was really pissed.
"You son of a bitch," I shouted before connecting my hand with his mouth. If I hadn't slapped him, what else would I have done? Let him bask in all his glory? Not today. He wasn't going to intimidate me any longer. Not before I got a chance to get back at him.
He lightly ran his fingers over the now red spot that emerged his lips.
"You bitch!" he shouted before grabbing me like he had once before, but this time it was much more serious. He threw me against the wall, now shaking more than trembling. He was so pissed, and for what reasons I didn't know. He wasn't even thinking about going into the locker room, all he was focused on was trying to melt me with his eyes.
I tried to fight him off of me, but he was just too strong. Too angry.
I suddenly felt his weight shift off me as he was somewhat pulled off.
"Get the hell off her!" The person shouted.
"Phil?" I said, once I recognized him. He looked at me with concern before focusing on Jeff.
"What the fuck is your problem, Hardy?!" he yelled, causing Jeff to back up into the wall behind him. I looked over at Phil realizing that he was about to knock the lights out of Jeff. I pushed myself off of the wall and grabbed Phil's hand before he could break anything.
"Phil, stop!" I panted, still in shock from what happened moments ago. "It's okay." I was trying to make peace here, but all Jeff did was raise hell.
"No, Maria. This is not okay," Phil said, making my frustrations creep back out. "he had his hands all over you, he wanted to hurt you. I had to do something to put him in his place."
I looked over at Jeff who was now looking at me, supposably waiting for me to answer. But I didn't know what to say. What was I supposed to say? There was no way for me to explain without giving away what we'd done beforehand.
After moments of silence and exchanging of glances, Jeff grunted and got off of the wall.
"Trust me Phil, I'd never hurt her... unless she hurt me."
The next day wasn't any better. Me and Jeff had to meet up with Vince at the arena to talk about our next segment. I pretty much expected that nothing big could happen.
But I was wrong once again.
After me and Jeff took our seats we waited patiently while Vince just got to the important parts.
"Well, I have to say that I'm very impressed with your work. Both of you have that undeniable chemistry, and adding Phil into the mix was just brilliant, don't you think?"
Me and Jeff nodded slowly.
"Now, since there's so much frustrations going on with the storyline, I've decided to make Phil's character a little more pissed." I saw Jeff's tension calm at the thought of pissing Phil off.
Vince took that as a sign to continue. "Well, I thought: What would piss Punk off more than seeing his real life girlfriend," he paused to look at me, then he looked over at Jeff. "and his rival making out?" My eyes widened as I saw Jeff smirk.
I wanted to speak, but of course I was cut short.
"So you guys are going to recieve your scripts, you'll have a week to go over it - and then, by next Monday night you should be ready. Wow... Maria and Jeff's first kiss," he sighed to himself. I cringed at his words.
I glanced over at Jeff who quickly winked at me before licking his lips and turning his attention back to Vince. A few seconds later, I looked back at him. He was obviously taunting me with the memories of our last kiss.
"Are you ready?" He mouthed to me, before winking again.
Unfortunately, I wasn't.
