A/N: Sorry for the delay. I have been extremely ill. Out of hospital now and seem to be on the mend again. Another long and slow recovery but at least I can hold down food and am beginning to walk again now so that's a bonus. Anyway... enough about me, on with the story.

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Chapter 6: Miscommunication.

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I woke up with a splitting headache. I groaned turning over and covering my face with my pillow.

"Finally you're awake. Do you know how much I have wanted to shake you awake?" Came the voice of Natalya.

"Why? Do you have something against sleeping?" I laughed sitting up in the bed.

"No. But you seemed pretty upset last night when you turned up at my door, begging for a place to sleep. I took you in out of the goodness of my heart, because I'm such a lovely woman. Now... spill! Tell me everything!" She said moving to sit on the bed beside me.

"Nosey as well as lovely, eh?" I laughed. "Thanks for last night. I really appreciate it."

"Don't mention it, girl. Now mama needs her gossip. Start at the beginning..."

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I told Nattie everything. About how Phil had been acting recently, he and Randy's mutual hatred of each other, the awkwardness it created between us all, and how everything spiralled out of control last night.
I actually felt better getting it all out there and off my chest. I still wasn't sure what I was going to do but I knew I needed to speak to Phil, we really needed to talk about all this.
But I decided that it could wait for now.

I was going to shower, dress and join Nattie and Beth for lunch.

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Punk's POV

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I paced the hotel room again, I had been doing it all morning. I looked at the clock, 12pm. I was worried.
Scarlett still hadn't returned to our room.
I had stayed up til 5am waiting for her but to no avail.

Even when I woke up at 9am I thought for sure she would have come been back by now, even if she was still pissed off with me, for a change of clothes at the least. But no, I had not heard a word from her. She hadn't even sent anyone to collect her things, I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

I could just imagine if Ted turned up at my door, that would surely lead to chaos.
The man is an asshole. He can't seem to keep his nose out of my relationship.
He and his friend, Orton.
That man really pisses me off.

The Viper thinks he is the best thing since sliced bread. He walks about backstage thinking he owns everyone and everything, thinking he can get away with all the things he does. He's a snake, a sneaky, conniving, underhanded, twisted motherfucker.
There is nothing he won't do to get what he wants, or what he thinks he wants.
He doesn't care who gets hurt in the process.

I slammed my fist on the table just as there was a knock on the door. I ran my hand through my hair before jogging to the door and pulling it open. I tried not to frown as I saw the Glamazon standing on the other side of the door and not the redhead I was expecting.

"Hey Punk, um..."

"You're here for Scarlett's things." I said, it was more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah."

"Come in. I'll get her things together."

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Beth stood awkwardly by the door as I gathered up all of Scarlett's things. I wasn't sure what way to take it. Being Scarlett's friend she should have been yelling at me or telling me off for acting like a prick, surely that was a good sign.
On the other hand, perhaps Scarlett had decided to end things with me for good, maybe Beth was cutting me a break as she knew I was about to get dumped.
My heart began to beat faster. I was actually scared.

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I handed Beth the black case, just as she was leaving the room I couldn't help myself.

"Beth.." She turned to look at me. "Please, tell Scarlett I'm sorry. I just want to talk to her."

Beth nodded and walked out the door.

"Tell her I love her!" I called out as she was walking down the corridor, she stopped and gave me a small nod before carrying on her way.

Hopefully she'd be able to get through to the redhead.

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Scarlett's POV

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Beth returned with my bag and I quickly changed. The three of us headed to a small café for lunch. The two blondes trying to cheer me up to no avail. I missed Phil. Even after everything that happened last night my heart cried out for his touch, to hear his voice. Though I was still highly pissed at him.

After lunch the three of us decided to hit the mall, the Canadian female suggesting that retail therapy cures all. I had to admit, she was right to an extent, it did take my mind off my problems.
I splurged on some biker chick shoes and a Hell Bunny dress. Nattie had bought a off the shoulder white dress and Beth, a classic little black dress. They were going to a club tonight with a few other Superstars and Divas and were trying to convince me to go. I had said I would, though I wasn't really in the mood, besides I still had to speak to Phil and depending on how that went I could either be spending the night with him or booking myself a separate room and crying myself to sleep.

As we were leaving a shoe shop we heard someone yell, "OH MY GOD! IT'S BETH PHOENIX!" Suddenly we were surrounded by fans screaming and asking for autographs and photos. Dutifully we obliged and then made our way to the parking lot.

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A few hours later at the arena I was in the Divas locker room with Nattie. I was dressed in a pair of basket ball shorts and a white tank top, my Legacy ring gear underneath.

"Nattie I'm going to go get some water then meet up with Ted and the others. I'll meet you back here after the show." I said exiting the locker room and proceeding down the corridor.

As I entered the catering hall I noticed him straight away. He had his back to me and was dressed in his trademark trunks, kick-pads and black t-shirt.
He was sitting with Evan and Kofi, they were chatting animatedly while he sat quietly with a glum look upon his face. My heart sank a little.

I moved to the drinks table and lifted a bottle of water quickly, hoping to make a getaway before he noticed me. The shadow that loomed over me told me that it was too late.

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"Scarlett." He said. His warm breath tickling the delicate skin on my neck. "Can we talk?"

"I'm busy." I replied coldly as I tried to move myself past him. He side stepped, blocking my way, I made to slip in between him and the table but he put his arm out before I could move as if sensing my train of thought.

"Please?" He whispered.

"No."

"Quit being such a stubborn bitch."

"Quit being a dick." I replied without missing a beat. "Now move."

"Not until you talk to me."

"I am talking to you Phil, now if you'll excuse me..."

"Fuck sake Scarlett!" He exclaimed loudly causing several people to look in our direction.

"Will you just hear me out? I'm trying to apologise here."

"Well you're not doing a very good job of it are you? And will you keep your voice down. I don't want another scene like last night." I said bitterly.

"If you'd hear me out, I'm trying to apologise for that. But once again Princess Scarlett has her panties in a twist." Phil said folding his arms across his chest.

"Yeah, I do and with good reason. Seems my soon to be ex, boyfriend can't keep his temper in check." I said as I slipped past him and made a beeline for the door.

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I was fuming as I marched down the corridor.
What was it with that man and public outbursts?
Did he want everyone and their mother knowing our business?

I was so busy cursing him out that I didn't notice the other person until I walked straight into them sending us both backwards. The other person reached out an arm to stop my ass from making contact with the floor. I brought my eyes up to meet the icy gaze of the Viper. My eyes widened as I saw the reminders of his run in with Phil the previous night.

"I'm sorry about that." I said gesturing to the bruise on his cheek.

"Hey, don't be. You didn't hit me."

"Maybe not but it was my fault." I replied casting my head down.

"Look," Randy hooked a finger under my chin and lifted my head to make eye contact with him. "You are not responsible for his behaviour. Don't feel bad about it. Besides, I'm good looking enough that nobody will even notice." He winked.

"Ha!" I scoffed, "Just because your mother tells you that, it doesn't make it true."

"I'll have you know many a woman has fallen prey to the Lady Killer."

"Yeah, in your dreams doesn't count, Randal." I laughed.

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I suddenly realised that Randy still had his hand on my hip. I gave a small cough as I moved away and turned a deep shade of red. Randy seemed to take the hint and withdrew his hand running it over his head.

"After you." I said, nodding towards the locker room door. Randy smiled and opened it, keeping it open to allow me to enter.

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Inside Ted and Cody were sitting on the leather couch already dressed in their ring attire.

"Come on boys, we've got a show to open." Randy said, clapping his hands together.

"Ahem."

"And girl."

"Much better." I replied stripping off my tank top and shorts. "Let's rock and roll."

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Punks POV.

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I watched the retreating form exit the catering room and sighed.
I had made a complete balls of my apology and now... now I had ended up pissing her off even more. I staggered a breath before taking off in the direction the red head had just gone.

I pushed open the catering room doors and looked around the hallway, the fiery red hair catching my eye at the bottom of one of the adjoining corridors. I began to move towards her when I noticed she was not alone.

I growled. Orton.

Why was it every time I turned around he was buzzing around Scarlett like her stalker?

My eyes were drawn to his hand. That motherfucker had his filthy paw on Scarlett's waist.
He was touching MY Cherry Bomb.
I kept my distance at the top of the corridor and watched as they laughed and joked about, all the while his hand hadn't left my girlfriend's hip.

I felt a thump in my chest, my heart was beating loudly as the emotions erupted within me.
I was beyond pissed, I was livid yet there was a sense of fear.

She hadn't pushed him away yet.
What if there was something going on between the two of them?
Were they talking about me? Having a good laugh at my expense?

I felt hurt and betrayed.

I clenched my fists by my sides as the tears welled in my eyes, trying to keep myself calm.
I couldn't cause a scene here, let them make a fool out of me in front of everyone.
That's exactly what they want.

I blinked back the tears and turned on my heel, walking in the other direction.
Anger pulsated through my veins, I wouldn't let them get away with this.

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