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Chapter 16: The Mascara Trails.

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Punk POV.

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I closed the locker room door behind me.
I had been called into a last minute meeting. Kofi had hurt his knee so we had to work out a new ending to our match where I would be the one to take the blame for putting him out of action while he got surgery and recovered. I had just gotten back to my locker room in time to catch the end of Orton's match.
I was surprised to see Scarlett run down to the ring. I had went over her script with her during the week and as far as I knew this wasn't in it.

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I watched with anticipation as it became clear this was the end of Legacy.
A wide smile on my face, I was delighted about the end. I hated knowing that douche was around my girlfriend all the time. I saw Cody come through the crowd and he, Ted and Scarlett cornered Orton in the ring.
My smile grew bigger, although I knew it was all scripted, I loved to see Orton get his just desserts. I furrowed my brow as Scarlett hit Cody with a chair, then did the same to her brother.
Confusion turned to disbelief as Orton picked up the redhead and held her to him before bending his head down to capture her lips.
My smile faded, replaced with a snarl as I watched the man I hate run his hands all over my girlfriend of live television.

I turned the monitor off, I couldn't look at the scene any more. That's when I noticed a flashing on my phone. I had a few voicemails and texts. Scanning through them, I saw they were all from Scarlett.

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'Hey Punk, call me back ASAP. They've changed my script and I need to talk to you. Love you.'

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The rest all said the same thing.
This is why she was desperate to get in contact with me. She wanted to warn me. At least I knew that she was as blindsided by this as I was.

Though, it still didn't make it hurt any less.

I sat silently for a few moments before standing, putting my phone in my pocket and then leaving the locker room

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Scarlett's POV.

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I climbed out of the ring, my hand entwined with Randy's as we walked up the ramp, careful to keep in character in front of the crowd.

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As soon as we got backstage, I angrily pulled my hand away from him and turned to send him a glare. I was livid. The script had called for a kiss between the pair of us, that is all it said. Randy had gotten a little too into it for my liking.

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"What's up sweet cheeks? You seem annoyed?" He smirked.

"What's up?" I scoffed, "I'll tell you what's up... Your time on this earth if you ever touch me again."

"I was just following the script."

"Nowhere did it say to lift me up, to put your filthy paws on me and it certainly said nothing about sticking that disgusting tongue of yours into my mouth!" I yelled.

"I was ad-libbing, making it more realistic. I can't help it if I'm a professional."

"Bullshit." I spat, "Pull that crap again and I'll cut your balls off. You hear me?"

"Loud and clear!" He said with his hands held up in a defensive manner.

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As I was storming off in a rage, I collided with a solid figure who was rounding the corner.
I was knocked off balance slightly, bracing myself on the wall to regain my composure.
I looked up and met the familiar hazel eyes. I felt my heart tug as I saw the pain and anger in those hazel orbs. His gaze went behind me, his body stiffening as he saw the man whom I had been arguing with moments before.

"Phil..." I whispered but he cut me off.

"Hey babe." He smiled, kissing me on the forehead, "Great work out there."

"Thanks." I replied while eyeing him sceptically.

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"What about me? Aren't you going to congratulate me on my amazing acting work?" Came the smug voice of the Viper.

Without even turning around I knew he had that patented smirk on his face.

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"Yes, well done Orton. It must have been a stretch for you. You know, pretending you actually care about another person." Phil replied, his hand going to my waist.

"We both know that isn't true, Punk."

"Really? Since when have you cared about anyone else but yourself?"

"On the contrary, it was easy. Scarlett means a great deal to me."

"Pity the feeling isn't mutual." I spoke up, wanting to end this awkward moment.

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I felt Phil squeeze my hip, he was liking my nastiness towards the viper.

"Well, at least we'll have plenty of time to... get closer." Randy purred.

I scoffed, "Come on Phil, I'm in desperate need of a shower."

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I went to walk away, but upon noticing Phil's lack of movement I stopped and moved beside him, holding his forearm.

"You can scrub my back." I winked.

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Phil smiled wickedly before taking my hand, "Later, Randal."

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Back in the hotel room, I had just showered and was now dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top. Phil was unnervingly silent. It was beginning to worry me.

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Suddenly he spoke, startling me so much I dropped my hair brush.

"You and Orton..."

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I spun around instantly, "There is no me and Orton."

"That kiss-"

"Was nothing."

"But-"

"Phil, please." I pleaded, "It was in the script. A last minute change. I knew nothing about it til the last minute."

"I know."

"And I tried to call you to let you know but I couldn't get through to you, then I tried to find you but you were nowhere to be found, I even tried to speak to Stephanie about it but she refused to change it..." I rambled.

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Phil placed his hands on my shoulders, "I know baby."

"I'm sorry."

"I'm not upset with you, this isn't your fault."

"You're not upset?"

"Not with you... But I am angry. I'm livid at that asshole. I bet he asked for this. He probably begged and pulled whatever strings he could to get them to write that."

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He began to pace the room, wringing his hands out.

"Phil..."

"He thinks he's so smart. He's trying to get to me, playing mind game. Well, he did his worst and I didn't bite. So that plan backfired on him.." He began to ramble now, he kept muttering curses over and over again, vowing to get Randy back.

"PHIL." I yelled, getting his attention. "Sit down."

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He looked at the serious look on my face and complied.

"The reason for the script edit was because they've decided to go in a new direction. They've come up with a new angle, one you're not going to like." I began.

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His face was blank, I couldn't read him at all.

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"They've decided to put me and Randy into a storyline together. A romance angle. From now on we're the new power couple in the WWE."

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As I finished speaking, I waiting to see his reaction. I was expecting fireworks, explosions.
I expected him to go off in a rage and throw things around the room.
What I was not expecting was for him to sit there in silence with a blank expression on his face.
But that's exactly what I got.

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I knelt down in front of him, placing my hand on his I looked into his eyes.

"Phil..."

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He stood up abruptly, nearly knocking me over.
He moved to the middle of the room and stood there, looking at me with an anxious look upon his features.
He ran a hand over his face before he opened his mouth to take a deep breath, then he released it.

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"Scarlett, there's something you need to know." He began, "Orton... He's not as friendly as you think he is."

"Oh, I know. The man is an asshole. Believe me I have only dislike for the man, and even that seems too good for him."

"No, what I mean is... He.." Phil tripped over his words as he tried to find the right way to say what he wanted to say. "He's playing sick mind games. And not just with me. He.. he wants you."

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I remained silent.

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"He's in love with you. He hasn't said it but I know he is, I've seen the way he looks at you, the way is acts around you. I've known for a while, I just didn't know what to do, if I should tell you, if you knew already..." He trailed off.

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After I few moments, I spoke.

"I know."

"You do?"

"Yeah" I replied, running a hand through my damp locks. "He told me last week."

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At those words Phil's head shot round to look at me.

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"He what?"

"At the photoshoot. He stayed behind after everyone had gone and cornered me, confessed everything. That's why I've been so off lately. I wasn't sure whether to believe him or not, if he was playing mind games or if he was serious."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know." I said, "I was so thrown by what he said, it came so out of the blue I was confused and shocked... I didn't know what to do or think."

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We were silent for a while.
The two of us standing in the middle of the hotel room, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

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I swallowed the lump in my throat and decided this was my time.
It was now or never.
Regardless of the outcome, whether he hated me or not, at least I told him the truth.

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"That's not all." I spoke. My voice low but compared to the long silence the words were deafening.

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Phil turned to me, there was a flash of panic in his eyes. I kept my composure and continued.

"Remember when we first started dating?"

"Please tell me you didn't cheat on me with him?" Phil asked, worry etched on his face.

"No!" I cried, "I would never do that."

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I sat on the edge of the bed.

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"We agreed that the past would remain in the past."

He nodded.

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"When I was sixteen I dated Randy."

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His worried face now turned to one of complete shock.

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"It didn't last long, just under a year. I was young and naïve, I was so flattered that someone thought I was pretty. As I got to know him, I thought I liked him. We only saw each other on the weekends, behind Ted's back. If he knew he would have killed us. Anyway, after a while I started to see a part of him that I didn't like. He would put me down, make me feel like crap whenever he was in a bad mood. I soon learnt that this was the real Randy, the one I thought I knew, the one I gave everything to was just him pretending to be Prince Charming. To cut a long story short, I got sick of his shit and dumped him. Later finding out he'd been messing around behind my back."

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Phil remained silent, he just stood there looking at the floor.
I could feel my heart beat against my chest. I couldn't see his face, his eyes, I couldn't tell what he was thinking or how he was going to react.
Would he kiss me and tell me it was OK, that it didn't matter?
Or would he start screaming at me and tell me that I disgusted him.

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Suddenly he lifted his head, those beautiful hazel eyes were glossy.
I felt my heart break.
He walked over to me slowly, grabbing my hand he fell to his knees before me.
His hand cupped my cheek as he looked at me.

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"When you say you gave him everything...?" He whispered, tears in his eyes.

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I felt tears well in my own eyes. As I nodded they began to slip down my face.

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"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"So am I." He replied with a shaky voice as he took my face in his hands and placed a kiss atop my head. "So am I."

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He let go of me and stood up, wiping his eyes with his sleeve before taking a hold of his bag.

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"Phil, please!" I begged as he made his was towards the door. "Please don't leave me. I love you."

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Upon hearing my last words he stalled, his hand on the handle of the door.

He bowed his head and spoke so low I could barely hear him.

"And I'll always love you, Cherr- Scarlett."

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Then he opened the door and left, without even another glance back.
I ripped open the door and threw myself into the hallway.

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"Phil!" I cried, "Phil, please. Please!" But it was no use, he kept on walking down the hallway til he disappeared from sight.

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I collapsed to my knees on the carpeted floor, tears streaming down my face.
I heard footsteps behind me.
The entire floor probably heard the commotion and were now coming out to have a good gawk.
I pulled myself up to my feet and turned to go back into my room.

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Something made me look across the hall.
There standing at his hotel room door, dressed only in a pair of sweatpants with a smug look on his face was the man who had caused all of this.
I looked at him with pure hatred in my eyes before stomping across the hall to where he was standing.

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"YOU." I screamed. "Are you happy now?"

"What?" He asked, feigning confusion.

"You couldn't just drop it. You couldn't let it go. Oh no, because you're Randy Orton. The greatest person to ever live, the whole world revolves around you" I mocked. "You can't stand to see anyone else happy for a change."

"Happy? Is that what you call your relationship with Punk? What about all the arguing, the fighting, the jealousy?"

"That's what happens in a relationship you idiot."

"You weren't truly happy with him, Scarlett." He spoke while inching closer to me, "But I can make you happy. I can be everything he wasn't, and now he's out of the picture there is nothing to stop us from being together."

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I scoffed, "You disgust me."

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"That's just the hormones talking. When you calm down a bit, you'll see I'm right. You'll see he won't want you and then you'll be begging me to take you."

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I slapped him hard on his face and then began to punch and push his chest as I let all my hurt and rage come flying out of me.
He gripped my arms holding me still, against him as he stroked my back, resting his head on top of mine and whispering "Shhh" to me.
I pulled away from him, staring up at him in disbelief and then I violently slapped him across the face again.

He turned back to stare at me, a serious look on his face and a hint of danger in his eyes.
His jaw clenched as he held his anger back.

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"You just destroyed everything I cared about, you destroyed my happiness. I hope you're happy, you finally got what you wanted." I spoke dangerously low, venom filling my voice.

"Only partially, I still don't have you. But that's just a matter of time."

"God, I hate you." I spat before turning on my heel and storming back into my room, slamming the door behind me.

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Once the door was closed, I fell to the floor and let the tears flow again.
Trails of mascara covering my cheeks as the salty liquid made their way to my chin, where they gathered before drenching my tank top.

Phil was gone, and it was all my own stupid fault.

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