A/N: Hey Guys! Happy Easter! Thank you for all your lovely review. Also thanks for the favourites and alerts, wow 38 people have this story on alert, I feel privileged that you all want to read it!
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Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OC. Unfortunately CM Punk is till eluding me. Maybe the Easter Bunny will bring him... inside a chocolate egg... oh, yes. That would be amazing!
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Chapter 21: Your Face is a Sore Spot
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The music was pumping as I arrived at the club. I gave my name to the security man at the door and he allowed me to enter. It was Friday night. I had drove out to St Louis the previous day to get here on time for Natalya's birthday party. The first floor of the club had been booked for the private event, which meant that the superstars and divas could relax without fear of being hounded by reporters.
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I climbed the stairs and smoothed down my dress, I was extremely nervous. I glanced at my reflection in the mirrored glass behind the bar. I was wearing a strapless black dress with a purple belt at the waist, a pair of purple iron fist stilettos and a matching purple clutch bag. My red hair was pinned to the side with loose curls flowing against my right shoulder, my make-up was dark and smoky with a hint of purple eye shadow to pull the look together.
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I took a deep breath before I made my way towards the group of people, spotting Nattie I made a beeline for her.
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"Hey blondie, happy birthday!" I greeted.
"Scarlett, you came!" Squealed the blonde Canadian throwing her arms around me.
"Of course, I would never miss your birthday." I smiled, "Here, this is for you."
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Nattie took the gift bag from me. I watched as her eyes lit up as she opened the bag.
"Oh my God. Thank you Scar, I love them!"
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I had bought her a gift card for Louboutin which I knew she would love, the girl was obsessed with shoes. I had also bought a pink birthday tiara, sash and wand for her to wear. I knew how much Nattie loved to dress up and tonight was her birthday, what better occasion?
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After chatting with Nattie and a few others for a little while, I moved to the bar to order a drink.
No sooner had I taken a seat on a stool than the one beside me became occupied too. I placed my order for a strawberry daiquiri to the barman, but while I was waiting I got the feeling someone was looking at me. I turned my head to the left and was met with the penetrating gaze of the viper.
I averted my eyes quickly and turned away, collecting my drink. I stood to walk away but he caught my arm.
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"You not even going to say hello?" He asked.
"Hello." I said as I made to move away, again he stopped me.
"Are you back to hating me again? You're giving me whiplash with your changing moods."
"I never stopped hating you."
"What happened on Sunday says otherwise..." He grinned.
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I cringed.
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"Well I won't be making that mistake again." I said regaining my composure.
"Who are you trying to fool here Scarlett? Me.. or yourself?"
"The only fool here is you, can't you get it through your thick skull, I. Don't. Like. You." I spat.
"Oh I know that you do, in fact, you more than like me. What happened on Sunday just goes to prove that."
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I looked away again.
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"You don't have to feel guilty about it. You were only following your heart. And it's not as if either of us are in relationships, you and Punk broke up. We're both free agents."
"Go away Randy." I gritted my teeth.
"What's wrong? Is that a sore spot?" He smirked.
"Your face is a sore spot."
"That doesn't make sense." He asked furrowing his brow.
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I threw my drink over him and proceeded to slap him on the face.
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"Make sense now?" I asked before I turned on my heel to walk away.
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As soon as I turned my eyes came into contact with those familiar green orbs.
My body froze as my chest constricted. Phil sent me a smile before his face dropped. Randy appeared beside me with a not so friendly look upon his face, his eyes were dark and quite frankly at that moment he scared me.
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I gulped involuntarily and took a step back before sparing a glance at Phil. He was staring a hole in the viper who seemed oblivious to his presence. Before any words could be spoken I high tailed it out of there.
I ran, well moved as quickly as I could in a pair of four inch stilettos, to the back of the room where the rest rooms were located. I pushed open the door to the ladies room, relieved to see that it was empty and closed it behind me.
I walked towards the sink, leaning on the counter I let out a deep breath.
What had I got myself into?
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Flashback.
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Randy leaned in and place his lips on mine. Sparks of electricity shot through me, my body began to relax in his arms and I found myself closing my eyes and kissing him back.
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He wrapped his arm around me, resting it on the exposed skin on my lower back while the other hand moved to the back of my head, caressing my hair.
He bit my lip and I moaned into his mouth, he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into mine. Randy moved forward until my back hit the wall, his lips never leaving mine he lifted me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist and continued his assault on my lips.
He then turned his attention to my neck, trailing kisses all the way down to my collar bone, along the front of my chest and to the other side of my neck. As he reached my ear he whispered, "Shall we take this to the bedroom?" I looked into his eyes, they were glazed over with lust. Something inside me screamed out that this was wrong.
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Before I had the chance to verbalise my thoughts Randy began to move in the direction of my bedroom, his lips never once leaving my neck. As he crossed the threshold and the bed came into my sight a flood of images came flooding into my mind. Images of me and Phil. Phil was the only man I'd ever shared this bed with. I jumped down from Randy's arms immediately. He took that as a sign to strip off and promptly removed his t-shirt before coming at me and grabbing the hem of mine. I pulled away.
"Don't be shy." He purred, "I've seen it all before."
"I...I can't do this." I pulled away again.
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This time I left the room and walked to the living area. Randy followed after me a moment later. I was pacing the floor, biting my thumb nail.
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"What's wrong?"
"This... you... me..."
"Scar, calm down."
"This was a mistake. I think you'd better go."
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He looked at me a small smile on his lips.
"Baby, this wasn't a mistake. You know it felt right, we're meant to be."
"Firstly, I am not your 'baby', secondly, we are not meant to be. That was a moment of weakness, and it will not happen again.."
"You can deny it all you want but I know the truth." He replied.
"You know nothing."
"I felt something, in that kiss. Something magical, and I know you felt it too. We're made for each other, and you know it."
"Magical? Made for each other?You sound like a damn chick."
"Make jokes all you want, I didn't hear you deny it. You felt it too, you're just too stubborn to admit that I'm right."
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I scoffed.
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"Hah, please. You are so wrong it's unbelievable. The only thing I felt was bile rising in my throat."
"You don't mean that."
"Don't I? Honestly, Randy you make me sick."
"You weren't feeling 'sick' a few minutes ago when you were sucking my lip." He yelled.
"You have a point. Maybe everyone is right and I am losing my mind. Thankfully my senses returned before I made the biggest mistake of my life... for the second time."
"You're really starting to piss me off now with your bi polar crap. One minute you hate me, the next you can't take your hands off me, now you despise me again? This is getting old, fast." He growled.
"Good. Now maybe you'll take the hint and fuck off out of my life."
"Please, if I did decide to stop pursuing you, I'd give you a week before you'd be begging me to take you."
"You think so? How about we put this little theory to the test? You fuck off and leave me alone. See if I even bat an eyelid."
"But it's so much fun watching you get all riled up. You're so sexy when you get all hot and bothered." He purred as he moved closer to me.
"OUT!" I yelled.
"What's wrong? Afraid you won't be able to resist me again?" He smirked.
"No, I'm afraid I'll get twenty five to life for bludgeoning you to death with my lamp. It's hardly been used, it would be such a waste."
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He growled at me once more before I grabbed the lamp and began to count. I got to two before he had left the room and retrieved his t-shirt from my bed room. I held open the door for him to leave, the lamp still gripped in my other hand. As he passed by me he stopped.
"I won't give up." He said as he stared at me before he grabbed my face with both hands and planted a searing kiss.
He then made his exit. I threw the lamp, it narrowly missed him before smashing against the wall of the hallway.
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End of Flashback
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I stood looking in the mirror, cursing myself for being so weak, so stupid.
Guilt was eating me up inside. Even though we were no longer together, my mind and my body both felt like they still belonged to Phil.
I felt like I had cheated by kissing Randy.
But... I hadn't. I was so confused.
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I moved to the back of the bathroom, to the wall beside the sinks and sunk down it, pulling my knees to my chest.
I hugged my knees and rested my head on them as I tried to make sense of my mind.
Just then the door opened, but I didn't look up.
I didn't care if any of the girls saw me, I was too confused to be embarrassed.
A voice spoke, interrupting my thoughts.
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"Scarlett..."
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