A/N: Hey guys. Sorry for the delay, the last load of weeks have been crazy. I am not a well girl :(

And in all that hecticness I've neglected you all. For that I apologise.

I'm never on my laptop, all my interneting is done through my phone which makes it even easier to forget about FF. All your amazing reviews, alerts and favourites spurred me to put some time aside, get the laptop out and get another chapter up.

As always you folks are awesome and I love you all.

If I could, I'd give you all a big Irish hug. It's like a normal hug but with a potato thrown in.

Anyways, hope you like that chapter, feedback as always is welcome.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing but the OC. Everyone/thing else belongs to themselves or somebody that isn't me. Except for CM Punk. We've come to an understanding and I can have him on alternating weekends.

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Chapter 26: Yeah Well, So's Your Face!

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Scarlett's POV.

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I entered the divas locker room loudly, practically taking the door of it's hinges before kicking it closed behind me. I stomped over to my bag, taking out my bag of toiletries and my shower supplies before heading into the showers.

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I let the water wash over me and let out a deep sigh. I allowed my tense body to relax under the stream of water, my aching muscles were secondary to my aching mind. It occurred to me that even though I had had a tiresome match and performed a Shooting Star Press for the first time, the thing that was troubling me the most was not my body, but my head. Randy and Phil's bickering had brought on a headache straight away. As soon as they began trading insults my stomach had knotted and my body became tense. The thought of them still standing there arguing made my chest tighten, I could only hope this time it didn't come to blows.

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The whole situation between the three of us was really getting to me. I love Phil, I love everything about him, his attitude was one of the reasons I fell for him – He doesn't pull punches, if he has something to say, he will. But recently those attributes that I once found endearing were now becoming a pain. I could completely understand why he had a problem with Randy, Hell I had a problem with Randy but I had to work with the man. It wasn't my choice and there was nothing I could do about it, I had a job to do, a job I loved. Phil's behaviour was not making things easy.

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Of course the same could be said about Randy. He knew that he was causing problems for me and Phil, but that was what he wanted. He wanted to split us up, and to him all was fair in love and war. But Phil was my boyfriend, surely he should be a little more accommodating to me. Think about how hard this is for me. The man I love and the man I have to work with, constantly at logger heads with me stuck in the middle. It's not exactly a joy for me.

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I switched the water off, grabbed a towel and stepped out of the shower. I dried off and got dressed in a pair of yoga pants and a vest top, throwing my damp hair up in a clip for the time being. I re-entered the locker room, slightly surprised to find Phil sitting on the bench absent mindedly playing with the draw string on his hoodie. I half expected he and Randy to be in that hallway all night, going back and forth with snide remarks. He turned upon hearing me, a small smile on his face.

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"Hey, did the shower help?" He asked.

"Yeah, slightly."

"Good." He smiled.

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I began to pack my things into my bag, the room turning silent. After a good ten minutes of absolute silence, Phil spoke.

"Are you mad at me?"

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I turned to face him, releasing a sigh.

"No, I'm not mad. Just feeling a little stressed."

"OK." He nodded, chewing the side of his lip.

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I pulled my hair down and began to brush it, getting the tangles out.

"Do I make you feel stressed?"

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I stopped what I was doing and turned to face him again.

"What's with the questions?"

"You didn't answer me. Am I stressing you out?" He asked again.

"Honestly? Yeah, a bit." I replied. "This fighting between you and Randy is draining."

"Do you think I treat you like an object?"

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I furrowed my brow.

"Why are you asking me these questions? What's going on Phil?"

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He sighed.

"Orton said that I was treating you like a possession. I just want to know if you think so too."

"I don't think that."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Phil, I'm sure. Why are you listening to what he says anyway? You never pay any attention to him any other time." I asked as I took a seat on the bench beside him.

"I don't know." He sighed. "Normally when he talks all I can think about it how much I want to punch him, but this time... I don't know.. It just kind of stuck."

"Do you think you treat me like an object?" I asked.

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He was silent for a few moments.

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"Maybe." He spoke, "I mean, I feel protective over you. Maybe even over protective, I don't like the thought that Orton is around you, that because of this storyline he can touch you, kiss you... I hate that. I know it sounds selfish but I want to be the only one who does that. I feel like you're mine to touch, to kiss... So yeah, maybe I do treat you like a possession but my heart belongs to you too."

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I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Phil, you do own my heart, it has always belonged to you, and it always will. You should be the only one to kiss me, you're the only one I want to kiss me... but unfortunately I'm in this storyline and I have to act as Randy's girlfriend. It sucks, it sucks for me too, I don't want to do it, but I have no choice."

"I know baby, I know. I don't blame you. It's just.." He trailed off.

"Just what?"

"It's just... I can't help but get angry every time I see him with his hands on you, every time I see you guys acting like a couple. And I know it's all acting, I do but... it kills me."

"I understand that Phil, I really do. But it is all acting. I can't stand Randy, I do not like that man in any way, shape or form. You know that right?"

"Yeah but... You two have a past. There was a reason you liked him back then, what if while you're spending all this time with him you find that something that you fell for the first time around? What if you decide that you don't want to be with me? I mean I'm not fun. I don't drink, I don't go clubbing, I'm not as young as you. What if you decided that you want more than what we have?"

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I frowned at him.

"Phil, I love you. Only you. I never loved Randy, I was a teenager who was excited about the fact that an older guy liked me. That was it. I've told you that. Nothing is going to happen between Randy and me-"

"But he wants you, and he won't give up til he has you."

"And? He may want me but I don't want him. I want you. Why can't you see that?" I asked getting slightly annoyed.

"Because Scarlett," He began, "I know he's going to keep harassing you until you get to the point where he'll wear you down. You'll think us being together isn't worth the hassle and leave me. Even if you don't end up with Randy you still won't be with me."

"You don't seem to have much faith in me."

"It's not about you, it's him."

"No Phil, it is about me. For someone who loves me so much you don't seem to trust me at all."

"I didn't say that-"

"You didn't have to. You don't have faith in our relationship either if you think it can't withstand a prick like Orton." I replied bitterly.

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I rose to my feet.

"I can't believe this. You're sitting there, telling me that you don't believe I can stay faithful to you."

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He stood up too.

"Scarlett, I never said that."

"But that's what you mean isn't it?" I asked raising my voice. "You're saying that I'm going to leave you because you're boring. I'm going to leave you because Randy is annoying me. Not once has it entered your mind that I won't leave you because I fucking love you. Yeah, sounds like trust to me."

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He grabbed me by the arm.

"Listen to me. I didn't mean it like that."

"What did you mean then Phil? Because from where I'm standing it sounds like you're looking for an excuse for us to fail."

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He was silent as he looked me in the eyes.

"Come on then, enlighten me. Tell me I'm wrong. Come on then!" I yelled.

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He remained silent.

"Just what I thought."

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I pulled away from his grip and moved to the door.

"I think you should leave." I said taking a hold of the handle and opening it.

"Scarlett-"

"No. I don't want to hear any more. You've made it perfectly clear what you think about me."

"Baby-"

"Leave Phil." I spoke moving my gaze away from him.

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He stood there for a few seconds, contemplating whether to stay and fight or to leave. He chose the latter option. As soon as he was out the door I slammed it shut. Anger coursed through my body. I walked to my locker and lifted my bottle of perfume. The bottle Phil had bought me for Christmas. I held it in my hand just looking at it for a few moments. Then I raised my arm and threw it at the door. It smashed into tiny pieces against the door and fell on to the floor beneath, peppering the carpet with purple shards. I hoisted my bag onto my shoulder, grabbed my jacket and marched out of the locker room.

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I arrived back at the hotel pretty quickly. I got a ride with one of the divas, I wasn't in the mood to even try getting a lift from Ted, he'd either give me a lecture or worry I was going to go cuckoo for coco pops.

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I got into my room and threw myself onto the bed, sprawling out like a starfish, I released a sigh. Phil and I weren't sharing a room so at least I didn't have to worry about him coming back and the awkwardness of earlier, I'd have time to think, relax and try to figure things out.

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I closed my eyes for a few moments to ease the headache I still had, when I opened them the room was bright. I sat up on the bed and looked to the window. Sunlight beamed through a crack in the curtains. I must have fallen asleep. Checking my phone, I saw that I had indeed fallen asleep and it was now 7am. As if on cue, my stomach grumbled. I climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom to freshen up.

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Exiting the bathroom now washed and dressed in a pair of jeans and a Doctor Who t-shirt, I grabbed my purse and moved towards the door. As I did, I noticed a piece of paper on the floor. Picking it up I read the words;

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Scarlett,

I tried knocking a few times but there was no answer, either you're out, sleeping or ignoring me, I'm leaning towards the latter. What I said earlier, it didn't come out how I meant it to. Our relationship is damn important to me and I do have faith in us. Let's just stop this childish ignoring crap and talk. Give me a call, we can do breakfast.

Punk.

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I stared at the note for a few moments, reading over the words again. Did he really just call me childish? From the way the note was written I got the feeling Phil was pissed off, at me or the situation I wasn't sure, though I had a suspicion that it was me. The fact that he used the word 'Childish' pissed me off. He was having a dig at the age difference between us, something that he had done in the past. I'd let him know then that it annoyed me and that I wasn't happy about being patronised or made to feel like a kid. So he was either really annoyed at me or trying to rile me up so I stomped over to confront him. Well, I wasn't going to give him what he wanted. No, I was sick of pandering to him. This time, I'm going to do what I need to do.

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I put the note into my purse and exited the room.

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The dining room was practically empty, save for a few people scattered about the place. It wasn't surprising at this time in the morning. The early risers on the roster usually hit the gym before they ate.

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I grabbed a plate and moved to the buffet bar on the far side of the room. I loaded up on grapefruit, apple and blueberries, before adding some bacon and a poached egg to my plate. I sat down an empty table with a cup of coffee to complete the meal. Soon enough my tummy was content, now full. I was still drinking my coffee when people began to enter the room. It had been so quiet before that the noise of new people was actually quite alarming. I looked across at the large group and was able to make Kofi, Miz, Cody, Maryse, Eve and Kelly at the buffet. I released a sigh of relief that neither of the men currently causing my not so good mood were anywhere to be seen.

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As soon as I finished my coffee, I lifted my purse and walked towards the exit. Of course today was not my day. Just as I stepped foot in the lobby a voice caught my attention. For a moment I thought about pretending I didn't hear it and carrying on my way, but something told me that I wouldn't escape that easy. He called my name again, I stopped and turned towards the voice.

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"Scarlett, hey." I gave a small nod of my head in response. "Where were you last night? I stopped by but there was no answer."

"I passed out as soon as I got in."

"Oh, right. Did you get my note?"

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I wanted to say no, to avoid speaking to Phil all together but I knew I'd only get caught out in the end. There was no way I wouldn't mention the childish thing.

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"Yeah." I replied dryly.

"Were you waiting on me in there?" He asked, gesturing to the dining room.

"No."

"Oh. Let's get breakfast and talk."

"I've already eaten."

"OK." He said, his frustration with my lack of cooperation evident in his tone. "Coffee then?"

"I'm busy."

"Oh come on."

"What?" I replied getting agitated.

"You're busy? You must have stayed up all night coming up with that one. What, are you washing you hair?" His words dripping with sarcasm.

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I rolled my eyes before I spoke.

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"As a matter of fact I am. I'm going to wash that man right out of my hair." I replied in a sing song voice.

"You're being ridiculous."

"Yeah well, So's Your Face!"

"Way to be mature."

"Way to be a dick."

"You are impossible. I'm trying to speak with you and you're acting like a five year old."

"Yep that's me, childish to the core."

"Why can't you act like an adult for five minutes?"

"I'm being myself and I am an adult, therefore I'm acting like an adult. Maybe the problem is that I'm not acting how you want me to." I replied in a patronising way.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what, forget it. Forget I even opened my mouth."

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I turned to leave but Phil moved in front of me, blocking my path.

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"No, go on explain."

"If you're so much older and smarter than me, why don't you figure it out." I spat before I brushed past him.

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Thanks for reading folks. Hope you enjoyed.

You guys are amazing, I've said it before and I'll say it again. You guys rock.

I've been very busy the past while, doctors visits, hospital visits, etc, I neglected you all. But I saw how many review you guys were leaving and I put some time aside to get the laptop out and give you another chapter. Hopefully it meets your expectations.

I have a few more doctors appointments in the upcoming weeks, they never usually go well so I'm expecting the next chapter to be either angry or depressing, or maybe a bit of both lol

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