"I'll talk to him when I see him, I promise. I'll see you in a few days." Blake said, as he could still hear Barbie sobbing on the other end of the line. "Don't think too deep into this." And with that the line went dead. Blake groaned as he ran his hand through his hair. He looked over at the clock which read 2:20 AM in bright red. They had been on the phone for almost two hours, and most of it was him listening to Barbie cry. She called telling him that Randy had spoken about her sleeping with at least ten guys in the company. He wished he wasn't in Mexico right now, he wish he could fly to where ever the hell she was and hug her and tell her everything was going to be alright. He closed his blue eyes, and tried falling asleep ignoring the fact he had to be up in a few hours.
"Fuck." he muttered, hearing his alarm go off. 5:45 AM. The only thing that kept the superstar from going crazy and catching a flight home was the fact that the bus ride that the entire roster was taking to the arena was two hours long. Well except, Randy who was now back to riding his private bus. Blake cleaned up quickly, throwing on a hat and sunglasses and headed down to the lobby to join the rest of the roster.
"Sleep well?" Ted joked, seeing the bags forming under Blake's eyes.
"Like a baby." he muttered, receiving a chuckle from Ted as the two walked out to the bus. Blake stopped rolling his luggage and signed a few posters before handing his luggage to the driver and making his way onto the bus. He scooted down the aisle and took over the two seats that were being Ted and Stu. Blake was a bit grumpy to say the least, and didn't want anyone bothering him so he rested his legs on the available seat next to him.
"Rumor has it your pissed at Orton?" Stu spoke, turning over on his seat to face him. Blake reopened his eyes, and looked at the Englishman who had a smirk on his face.
"And what rumor are you speaking of?" Blake answered. He hoped that if he act clueless, Stu wouldn't press on the issue.
"Bullshit. Don't be a dick, me and Ted are trying to settle a friendly wager." he spoke.
"I'm no help." Blake said firmly, signaling the conversation was over. Blake looked up front to see Paul taking a seat next to Cody, Blake wondered how Paul was dealing with it or if he even cared. He did date the blonde, and he must at least feel bad for her.
"Is it true though?" Stu said, breaking Blake's thought process.
"Mind your own god damn business, Stu." Blake said raising his voice a bit to let Stu know he was being serious. Ted could tell Blake was pissed, he rarely got angry but when he did he wasn't the guy to mess with. Blake looked out the window of the bus seeing the sandy shores of Mexico as they passed, and somehow it reminded him of Florida which led him to think of Barbie. He would call her, but it was her day off and she was probably sleeping. As he thought of closing his eyes for a bit, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket.
she finally stopped crying xo
He read the text message that Maryse had sent him a few moments ago. He read it over a few times, and smiled.
Thank you, your the best! And in the interview Randy said you and Mike have been dating? Why'd you keep it from me?
Knowing that his girlfriend wasn't crying over something stupid as this, made him a bit at ease. He wasn't as frustrated with everyone as he was earlier. Blake opened his eyes once more when he felt the bus come to a slow and steady stop. But finding out in a radio interview that his ex was dating someone when they promised to not hide stuff like this made him a bit annoyed.
"Listen, I'm sorry. I was just picking fun at you." Stu said, coming up to Blake as the two got off the bus to get their luggage. Blake looked at the Englishman and smiled. "I didn't mean any hostility towards you or Barb."
"It's okay man. I'm apologize for kinda blowing up on you." Blake said, shaking Stu's waiting hand.
"No hard feelings?" he said in his deep voice, still holding on to Blake's hand.
"Of course not." Blake said with a small smile, he then pulled the older superstar into a hug letting him know the feeling was mutal. The young champion waved to the crowd, and slapped hands as he scrolled by. Now that he was in the arena, he was only interested in one person and that was Randy Orton.
"Have you seen Randy?" Blake asked, tapping Dean's shoulder. Dean seemed surprised at first, and then pointed to the bus that was parked in the back of the arena. For some reason, Blake could feel himself getting angry again. Of all people, Randy should've known to keep his mouth shut. Blake said nothing and swung open the door of the giant private bus. Randy's driver seemed somewhat shocked to see Blake barge in the way they did.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Blake said, shoving Randy back down on the couch he had just gotten up from.
"Whoa man. What's your problem?" Randy said, holding up his hands.
"You called Barbie out on your radio interview, that's what wrong! She called me crying last night, and it's no one business how many guys she's dated." Blake spoke, holding back the urge to shove his friend. Randy stood up slowly, locking his blue eyes with Blake's.
"Listen, I put my foot in my mouth. And listening to it back today, I'm so sorry. I just got caught up, and I'll take the shit for it." Randy spoke with complete sincerity.
"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to." Blake said, finally calming down.
"I know. And it's gonna be a public apology, I don't want fans to give her shit and I have a small feeling she wouldn't want to talk to me at the moment."
"Give her a little time, maybe give her a call or whenever the next pay per view is and talk to her in person." Blake said as he saw down, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
"You think she'll forgive me?" Randy asked. Blake looked up to see the older man's hand in front of him.
"She's the nicest girl I know, so she kinda has to." Blake chuckled for first time, since hearing the news. He shook Randy's hand firmly, before pulling the viper into their familiar man hug. Randy laughed lightly as well, as they broke apart from their embrace. "And I'm sorry for pushing you."
"No, I deserved that. I'm sorry for being a dumbass."
"Guess you do." Blake teased, as he left Randy's bus and made his way back to the locker room to get dressed. As he changed into his wrestling gear, he read the message that was waiting for him from Maryse.
how was i suppose to tell u? i dont wanna tlk about it at the moment, maybe when i see you later.
He threw his phone back down on the counter, and laced his boots. How could Maryse not tell him? Sure they weren't dating anymore, but it didn't mean he still didn't care about her. It also bugged him how on numerous occasions Maryse denied dating Mike even if Blake spotted the two together.