A/N: Hey guys! I'm back again with another chapter. Firstly, thank you all for the reviews, I appreciate every one of them. Thank you to 'Avery' who informed me that Mrs DiBiase's actual name is Melanie. I'll not change it now, since I'm already 20+ chapters through, but thanks!

As promised, this chapter is in Punk's point of view, it's slightly longer than usual. I hope you enjoy it. And enjoy Raw tonight. I'm watching it right now. Punk vs Henry. =)

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OC. Everyone else belongs to themselves, except Punk's heart... That belongs to me!

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The song is Patent Pending – Douchebag.

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Just one little thing.. Italics are flashbacks. Bold Italics are the song. Normal font is present time.

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Chapter 23: Douchebag

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"...Hey dude, we get it, you're cooler than us

You drove your father's El Camino while we all took the bus
There was a time, there was a place when you meant something to me
But time has shown and now I know that we were wrong and you will always be a prick ..."

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Punk's POV.

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I lay back in my hotel bed, staring at the ceiling and let out a sigh. Tonight had been pretty brutal. I hadn't really wanted to go out in the first place, clubs really aren't my scene but it was Natalya's birthday party and I always made an effort for my friends.

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The night started out fine, I arrived at the club with Kofi & Miz. I was feeling better about coming out when I found out that the party was in a secluded floor of the building, no one to harass us or shove a camera in our faces. I relaxed a little and found myself actually having fun. Then I saw Scarlett.

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I hadn't seen or heard from her in weeks. She'd gone home to recover from her injury. That was probably the longest time we've ever spent apart, even when we were on different rosters we'd always meet up between shows. It was weird to say the least. She looked incredible, but then again she always did. The only problem was that this time at the end of the night, she wouldn't be coming home with me.

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I tried to avoid staring at her all night but I failed, miserably. She was breath taking, there was no way I couldn't stare. But I soon found I wasn't alone. Orton was watching her too. Once he saw her go to the bar, he moved from his seat. I watched on as they spoke, it seemed one sided. Scarlett was front facing, her attention on the bar tender while Orton kept his gaze fixed on her. Then things seemed to get a little heated, she scowled at him and went to leave but he pulled her back. It took everything I had at that moment not to run over there, I needed to keep my distance. The next thing I knew she slapped him and lobbed her drink over him. I moved from my seat instantly, the look Orton was sending her wasn't a pretty one and I'd be damned if he was going to lay a hand on her. She caught my eye before she ran off. I saw Orton move to go after her and that's when I swooped in.

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Flashback.

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"Hey, where do you think you're going?" I yelled at the viper.

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He ignored me and carried on. I moved in front of him, blocking his way.

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"I'm talking to you Orton."

"None of your business."

"Leave her alone."

"Back off, Punk."

"I mean it. Stay the fuck away from her, don't you see she doesn't want anything to do with you?"

"That's what you think, I know otherwise."

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I scoffed.

"Whatever. Just leave her alone. You've upset her enough."

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I sent him one last glare before I set off to find the redhead.

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"...A fake, your parents' greatest mistake
You're the height of all douche-baggery, it's too much to take
But damn you look so cool in steel-point shoes
And when you've got so much Ed Hardy it must be hard for you to choose..."

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After a quick search of the room I came to the conclusion that she must be hiding out in the bathroom. I paused outside unsure whether to go in or not. I shook my head and pushed open the door which read 'RESTROOMS'. I was just about to enter the female bathroom when I heard voices. I stopped and listened.

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"So, basically I've made some mistakes and now I'm paying for them."

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I recognised that voice as Scarlett's. I pressed my ear to the door, wondering who she was talking to.

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"We all make mistakes, Scarlett. It's part of being human. There's no shame in that."

Jericho? What was he doing in there?

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"I feel like a terrible person."

"Hold on a minute...You are not a bad person." He spoke.

"Then why do I feel so bad."

I could hear the pain in her voice as she spoke, my heart sank.

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"Honey, you're heartbroken. Of course you're going to feel this way, and it sucks, believe me I know. But it will pass, I promise."

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Silence fell over the two. I moved away from the door and exited the room.

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I didn't want to take the chance of either of them opening the door and catching me eavesdropping on their conversation. That would really make me look like a stalker.

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I ended up sitting in a corner by myself. I needed to think. Scarlett had sounded so heartbroken, and I knew that I was mostly responsible for that. I hated knowing that. I still loved the woman, I hated to see her in pain, knowing I was the cause of that pain tore me up inside. But at the same time I was still hurt.

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Finding out about her and Randy had killed me. Just knowing that he had touched her, kissed her... it drove me crazy. The man I hated more than anyone else on this earth, had not only dated the woman I love, but he was also the man to take her virginity. That was a lot to come to terms with.

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I had always been so paranoid about those two, I could feel there was something I didn't know. At first I thought they were having an affair, as much as I hated myself for thinking that of Scarlett, I couldn't help it. My mind had to come up with a reason for the way they were acting, and sadly that's what it came up with. Thankfully I was wrong, I don't know what it would have done to me if that turned out to be true.

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Miz told me he thinks I'm an idiot for the way I reacted. I can see his point. This all happened years ago, before I even knew Scarlett, before I fell in love with her. But it didn't make it hurt any less. I don't know if it would have made a difference if she'd told me when we first started dating. I hated Orton then too but not as much as I do now. Maybe I wouldn't have pursued a relationship with her.. I don't know. Maybe I am over reacting. I mean we did make an agreement not to talk about our past relationships, she says that's the only reason she never told me, that she wasn't deliberately keeping it from me but she was respecting our deal. It's all so messed up.

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I didn't want to break up with her, but I was having so much trouble getting the images of her and that snake out of my head. I tried my best, I took her to dinner, we chatted, I tried to make things like they used to be. Even when she injured her hand I drove her to the hospital and sat with her. But the whole time I kept imagine Orton with his hands on her, making her laugh, making her happy. I knew that it wouldn't be fair to either of us if I pretended it didn't happen. Sooner or later everything would come erupting to the surface and we'd end up hurting each other more. So that's why I decided that we should remain friends. I couldn't lose her completely, no matter what I cared about her a great deal, she was my best friend, my companion. To not have her in my life would be unbearable.

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When I saw her leave the bathroom with Jericho I wanted to go see how she was, but she seemed to be having a good time I didn't want to intrude. I left it a while before I couldn't stop myself any longer.

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"Hey, having a good time?" I asked as I sat down beside Scarlett.

"Yeah, it's turning out to be a great night. You?" She replied as she smiled at me.

"Yeah. Hey, what was all that with Orton earlier?" I couldn't resist asking any longer. I needed to know what was going on.

"What?"

"It looked like it was a little heated."

"Oh... that was nothing."

"You threw your drink in his face and slapped him. That doesn't seem like nothing to me." I replied.

"It's done with now."

"Listen, if he's bothering you just say and I'll knock him out." I said, my anger getting the better of me.

"Phil, really. I handled it, it's over now."

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I thought about replying but held my tongue. Obviously whatever went down had upset her enough to cry in the bathrooms, I didn't want to upset her any more.

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Jericho showed up a few moments later. He eyed me cautiously, I held his gaze unsure of why he was giving me the evils. I stood up realising I was sitting in his seat. He kept his eyes trained on me and never one to be outdone, I kept mine right back on his. We stood that way for a while. I never really cared much for Jericho and he was never really a close friend of Scarlett's, I was suspicious of their new friendship.

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"Punk." Jericho greeted cooly.

"Christopher." I replied just as icy.

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Jericho sat down in his seat, placing a glass on the table in front of the redhead. I stood there awkwardly watching them, my mind going into overdrive again, trying to suss Jericho out. I moved my gaze to Scarlett, just looking at her made my heart yearn a little. Like my body knew she was missing from my life. I moved away before I started acting like a pussy.

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I went back to my table with the rest of the guys. I finished my Pepsi and was ready to just cut my losses and head back to the hotel when I saw Orton out on the balcony. I didn't think too much of it until I saw a flash of red. Instantly I knew it was Scarlett. My heart leapt to my throat as I saw her had her pinned up against the wall. As I crossed the room I noticed a look on her face that made my blood boil. Fear. Rarely did she allow anyone to see her scared, instead choosing to act tough but I saw through her and that's why it angered me to know that he was making her feel that way at that moment.

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I flew across the dance floor, weaving through the bodies of people dancing. As I finally get through them, I saw that Jericho had beaten me to the balcony.

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"Do we have a problem here?" Jericho spoke as I arrived at the door to the balcony.

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Orton turned to look at the Canadian before turning back to face the redhead.

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"We're having a private conversation, Jericho." He replied.

"I think your conversation is over." I piped in.

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Red hair peered around the form of the viper, relief washed over her face as she looked at me. My eyes were trained on Orton as he finally moved away from his position and turned to face me. He made sure to keep himself between Scarlett and me, that twisted bastard was still keeping her trapped in the corner.

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"I don't think this is anything to do with you Brooks." Randy spat.

"It's a good job nobody pays you to think, Orton." I replied, my eyes trained on him

"Scarlett isn't your girlfriend, Punk."

"She isn't yours either."

"All in good time." He smirked.

"Back off, Orton."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll make you."

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He took a few steps forward and I closed the gap, going nose to nose with him. I let a low growl out, this man made my blood boil.

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"Hey!" Jericho yelled, "If you two want to fight, do it out on the street."

"Stay out of this Jericho." Orton spat, his eyes still focused on me.

"This is nothing to do with you Chris, this is between me and this douchebag." I said. I didn't want him to get involved. I wanted to beat the crap out of that ass hole myself. And I would enjoy every second of it.

"I don't care what either of you jackasses do, but you won't do it here."

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When Jericho said those words, part of me wanted to smack him. Who was he to go around giving orders? I had to stop myself from saying something smart. One douchebag at a time.

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"Oh yeah, says who?" The Viper spoke, rolling his eyes to the blonde man.

"Says me ass clown." Jericho replied stepping towards the viper. "You two and your macho bullshit has got my friend cowering in the corner, and that IS my business."

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I turned to look at Scarlett. My heart sank. She was in a state, her body was shaking, I was pretty sure I could see tears brimming in her eyes. Before I could move to comfort her, Jericho once again beat me to it. He threw is arm over her shoulder and asked her was she OK. They escorted her back into the club, sitting her at a table before he returned to where myself and the douchebag were still standing.

"You two need to take a good hard look at that girl. Do you see what you are doing to her? She may act tough but if you look at her closely you can see she is barely holding it together. You both claim you care about her? Have a fucking shred of decency and give her a break."

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After telling us a few home truths, Jericho returned to Scarlett's side. I sent a glance at Orton, he seemed to be thinking about what the Canadian had said. As was I. Was she really as bad as he said? Had I been too focused on Orton and my own feelings that I hadn't noticed? I looked at her sitting there, she looked so small, so vulnerable. That wasn't the Scarlett I knew. Things must have been had if she wasn't able to keep up her front of being tough.

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I silently entered the club, stopping at the table where Scarlett and Jericho were sitting.

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"Scarlett, I'm sorry if I scared you. That wasn't my intention. I was just trying to protect you, I can see how I went about it the wrong way. I apologise." I spoke softly.

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She tried to smile at me, but she faltered. The tears in her eyes shone as she bowed her head again.

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"Let me take you back to the hotel." I said, hoping to speak to her properly, see how she was really doing.

"No, I'm fine. I'll get a cab. You stay, enjoy the rest of your night." She replied as she stood from her seat.

"Scarlett-" I went to protest, but once again Jericho interrupted me.

"I'm heading back to the hotel, we can share a cab."

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I opened my mouth to object but decided against it. My stubbornness would probably only make things worse right now. For the first time in my life I went against my mind and bit my tongue.

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I moved to allow the pair to pass me. I watched them walk to the staircase and ran my hand over my face. By the time I looked back they were gone. I looked back out to the balcony, douchebag was still there, his eyes trained on the staircase where the redhead had just exited. I glared at him. Oh, how I hated that man.

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"...Cause you're your own biggest fan and the only one you've got
Nobody think it's cool when you peel out in the parking lot
Of your high school where you graduated six years ago
Hey dude, Hey Bro, you will always be a douchebag,
You will always be a douchebag
You will always be a douchebag
You will always be a douchebag
You will always be a douchebag... "

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End Of Flashback.

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I left shortly after that. I didn't say goodbye to anyone, I just got into my car and drove back to the hotel. I thought about stopping by Scarlett's room and trying to speak to her, but thought better of it. If she really was struggling as much as Jericho said she was, then tonight would have been enough for her to deal with, our talk could wait until she was feeling somewhat better. But we would talk, I was determined to find out what was going on.

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The next morning I went to the gym to work out. We didn't have any shows til Raw on Monday, I just a few media things to do but they were all in the afternoon. As I walked into the room I almost walked back out but my pride wouldn't let me do it. There was no way Orton was going to stop me from working out, no matter how much I wasn't in the mood to deal with him.

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I'd been working out for about ten minuted when he noticed me. He moved onto the treadmill beside me, that irritating smirk etched on his douchebaggy face.

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"...Hey bro, we get it, your style is sick
I know cause you went shirtless in your profile pic
You took it off while at a party to show your tattoos
At the beer pong table where you never lose..."

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"What's up Punk, life a little empty now you're single?" He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.

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I chose to ignore him but of course he couldn't let it go.

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"You know, that must by why you look more pumped these days. Spending all your time working out, now you don't have Scarlett in your life."

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"...There's a nine in ten chance you've got a tribal tattoo
Girl says damn that boy can dance, now he's a rival to you
Hit the beach but never swim wearing jeans in the gym
In to every club you go it's fourloko, fourloko..."

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"Firstly, I find it odd and creepy that you've been looking at my body. I'm not that way inclined Randal. Secondly, that explains your love of baby oil and thirdly, believe me I got way more exercise when I was with Scarlett."

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He glared at me. I smirked. I couldn't resist winding him up.

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"I know what you mean, she is such a hell cat." He replied smugly.

"Please, you had a clumsy fumble when you were a teenager. That was a lifetime ago."

"Oh I know, she has certainly come a long way since then, picked up a few moves along the way. I must say, I never thought I'd find them attractive on a woman, but damn... Her tattoos are really a turn on."

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I slowed my pace down and turned to look at him.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

"Oh didn't you know? I stopped by her apartment last week, things got a little heated."

"Yeah then you woke up." I laughed, "You're such a fantasist. I don't know whether to mock you or feel sorry for you."

"Oh, it's all true, bro." He smirked, "Believe what you want."

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"...Every night I pray to God that you never reproduce
The last thing that we need on this earth is someone like you
It's not high school, man, you graduated six years ago
Hey dude, Hey Bro, you will always be a douchebag,
You will always be a douchebag... "

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I reached a hand out and stopped his treadmill sending him crashing to the mat with a thud. I calmly stopped my own machine.

"I'm not your 'Bro'." I chuckled as stepped over him and exited the gym.

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"...Dude! (Dude!)
I'm not your bro
(I'm not your bro)
Dude! (Dude!)
I'm not your Bro-o-o-o
Dude! (Dude!)
I'm not your bro
(I'm not your bro)
Dude! (Dude!)
I'm not your bro-o-o-o ..."

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I entered the elevator and looked at the buttons.

My hand lingered over the number to Scarlett's floor. I don't know whether it was my paranoia, or something in the way he looked at me, but something wasn't sitting right. I needed to speak to her. I pressed the button and learned against the back wall as the elevator ascended. I had to get some answers.

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Thanks for reading.

I hope this filled in a few blanks for people who were wondering about what Punk was thinking. I didn't write this all at one time as I was quite busy so I'm a little anxious that it doesn't flow well. Hopefully that's just me being a little paranoid! Anyway, let me know what you think.

Thanks.

Roxxi =)