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She tried avoid him by any means necessary, but it seemed like everywhere she turned he was there, watching her with overly amused eyes. She was becoming uncontrollably paranoid. Why couldn't he just leave her fucking be? He never gave two fucks about her and she knew for sure that his feelings didn't amount to love.
Chris was a fucking master of mind games and manipulation. If anyone knew, it was her. He'd been hanging around Randy a great deal just to watch her squirm and she felt that she had to be in Randy's presence all the time just so Chris wouldn't try anything.
Guilt stabbed at her. Why hadn't she just told Randy the truth? If she hadn't been such a damn coward, Chris wouldn't be holding everything she held dearly to her heart over her head like a dark cloud.
"Put on your big girl panties and tell Randy the truth." Rosa told her
"I can't! I've already lied about it." Yelena said, picking at her salad. They were having lunch after some much needed gym time
"So what! I mean, he asked if you ever dated not slept with anyone. You and Chris were never exclusive."
"He's going to think I'm a skank for not fessing up to it at that moment. It's kind of shady to tell him now with Chris being back and all."
"Well you better say something before someone else does."
She picked at her chipped black nail polish. A chill ran down her spine, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. The feeling of eyes watching washed over her and she shivered. She'd been getting this feeling a lot lately and it only meant one thing
"He's here isn't he?" Yelena asked
"A few booths back on your left."
The was getting seriously ridiculous. She peeped over her shoulder and sure enough, there was Chris, sitting alone. He seemed to look up from his phone just as she sneaked a look at him, shooting her a smug look
She scowled, rolling her eyes as she turned back around "Prick." she muttered
"He's staring a hole at the back of your head." Rosa sniggered
"I know. God I wish he'd go fall off a cliff and leave me the hell alone."
Her phone chimed and she pulled it out of her purse
Talking about me?
XChris
Don't flatter yourself.
XYelena
This was by far, the most childish thing he'd done in weeks. He'd been texting her cryptic little messages and she had, of course, politely ignored every one, but he was starting to grate on her last good nerve. Her fuse was slim to none these days. She was at her whit's end. This nonsense needed to end
"I'm going to talk to him." she decided
Rosa raised a brow "You serious?"
"Yeah." she muttered, shoving her chair back
She slid into the booth across from him, lacing her hands together. Her green eyes mentally burned into his downcast face before she spoke "What the hell is your problem?" she stated
"Hello to you too sweetheart." he said, not bothering to look up from his phone
"You need to stop this. Right now." she demanded
He let out a light chuckle "I don't know what you're talking about Yelena." he said, taking a sip from the Starbucks latte in front of him
"You don't know what I'm talking about." she repeated to herself, trying her damn hardest not to smack that cup of hot coffee onto him "Stop stalking me, stop texting me, and stop hanging around Randy."
"I would hardly say I've been stalking you. We do work together you know. So please don't think you're that important in my life."
She slammed her palms down flat on the table "Then why bother with your cryptic little messages if you know I won't respond to them since I'm not that important?" she asked
He picked up his coffee once again, sitting back "I got a response out of you today didn't I?" he asked with ease
Her cheeks burned with anger as she pinched the bridge of her nose "What the hell do you want from me?" she asked outright, her knuckles white as she clutched at the edge of the table in frustration. She was emotionally and physically drained, waiting on him to make his move and she wished he would hurry up and get it over with. She couldn't live like this.
His crystal blue eyes finally met her green orbs, an all too familiar smile spreading over his face "That seems to be the million dollar question, huh sweetheart?" Chris asked, reaching a hand out to play with a stray lock of hair that had escaped her ponytail
She hadn't realized that she was leaning over the table until he did the same, making her shrink back "Don't call me that." she growled, smacking his hand away. "Answer the damn question so we can be done with it."
His grin seemed to widen, making him look like the Cheshire Cat. "You know what I want."
"If I knew what you wanted, we wouldn't be here." she said through clenched teeth
"You're right. We wouldn't be here. We'd be in my hotel room and you'd be screaming my name."
"It's going to take more than a few annoying texts and you stalking my boyfriend before I would ever think of giving you the satisfaction." she snarled
"Ouch" he said, placing a hand over his heart in mock hurt "Cold hearted bitch doesn't suit you."
"The same way bitter ass stalker doesn't suit you." she said, standing "I'm with Randy now. Move the fuck on." she told him bluntly
"You and I both know I'm not going to do that." he told her
"Then prepare for a lifetime of misery."
"Misery loves company Yelena. See to it that you don't forget that."
"Are you listening to me?" Randy asked the Chicago native
"Huh?" Punk said, tearing his eyes away from the Canadian across the room. "Yeah. You were talking about Yelena. She flew out to Cleveland yesterday right?" he asked, hoping the Viper hadn't noticed that he was mentally burning the Fozzy singer at the stake. Yelena had filled him in on Jericho's recent harassment and he had, much to his disliking, promised to keep an eye on him. He didn't know why she hadn't just told Randy he truth by now, but it wasn't his problem. Of course it bothered him that he had to keep the whole mess a secret from a good friend, but he was pretty sure she was close to cracking and would tell Randy on her own accord. He just wished she'd hurry the hell up with it.
"Yeah, for another fitting for Val's wedding. Irina is suppose to be there too. God, I wish I could be a fly on the wall for that." Randy joked
Punk forced out a chuckle "She's turning into quite the hellcat isn't she?"
Randy smirked "Yes she is."
Punk didn't miss that knowing glint in the Apex Predator's eye and fought the urge to vomit at his double meaning "You're doing it again."
"Doing what?" Randy said, his smirk broadening
"That thing where you get aroused at the very mention of her name." Phil said, wrinkling his nose in disgust "Knock it off"
Randy snorted "Fine, fine." he said, shrugging it off.
Phil went back to the lifting the weights in front of him
"She gives the best-"
"Finish that sentence and I'll personally concuss you." he threatened
"What? I was just going to say she gives the best massages." Randy said innocently, his blue eyes twinkling with tease
Phil rolled his olive one towards the ceiling "I need to find a new work out partner." he muttered
It was then the Celtic Warrior yelled for Randy to spot him in the ring across the room
"Can't accept the beating I gave you last time?" Randy called
Sheamus only chuckled "Funny, I don't remember it going that way fella." he taunted, leaning against the ropes with a grin
A predatory grin spread across The Viper's face "Then allow me to refresh your memory." he told him
The Irishman responded by motioning him to bring it into the ring "Good to see ye got yer balls back."
"Nah, his pretty little girlfriend took them to Cleveland with her." Jericho piped in
"Guy doesn't know when to quit." Randy muttered with a smirk as he picked up his gym bag.
Phil followed him to the ring. There was no way he was going to miss this. It was like the clash of egos.
Chris shot them a grin as the approached "Nice to see Yelena let you off your leash."
"Jealous, Jericho?" Randy joked
Punk didn't miss the amusement in Chris's eyes and he thought he was going to let the cat out of the bag, but surprisingly, he didn't
He glanced at me briefly before answering "I'm next against the winner."
"Don't stray too far." Randy told him, smirking at the red headed man in the ring "This will only take a minute."
The two men locked up and the fight was on.
Punk completely ignored the Rockstar, focusing his attention on the brawl in the ring.
It was a close call as the two men went head to head.
Sheamus was showing no mercy and neither was Randy. Sheamus had him locked in the Clover Leaf when a loud ringing came from the bag on the floor
"Hold on, that's me." Randy grunted
The Irishman released him with a frustrated groan as the Viper slid through the ropes "I had you!"
Randy waved him off as he dug his Iphone out of his bag, glancing at the phone briefly before picking up, putting her on speaker "Hey Sunshine."
"I'm calling your forfeit!" Sheamus called
"I swear to god, I'm going to break her fucking neck. Remind me why I shouldn't." Yelena's harsh voice came through the receiver
Punk shook his head at her heated tone
"Babe, you can't break your sister's neck." he told her, fighting back a smirk
Phil let out a sarcastic snort "Like hell she can't!"
"Come on, what would your father think?"
"I'm really trying to remember that, but you'd think that she'd know not to test my patience. Its like Thanksgiving didn't happen at all. If she keeps fucking with me, she's going to be in the hospital for Val's wedding." she threatened
Randy let out a bark of laughter "How much longer before the fitting is over?"
"Their taking Val's measurements and knowing my mother, she's going to give everyone hell to make sure the dress is perfect, so probably another hour." she said miserably
"Its going to be alright, babe. Just ignore her."
"Easier said than done. I don't think I'm going to last much longer. If she says so much as two words to me, I'm going to fuck her up."
If she wasn't so pissed at the moment, he would have found this hilarious. He knew she would bust his balls if he laughed and he did not want to be on the receiving end of her wrath.
"I just want to change the subject. How are you? What are you up to?" Yelena asked
"Nothing much, at the gym with the guys. Say hi to Yelena." he called at his colleagues
"Hey slugger." Punk called "I think you've cost your sister enough money in cosmetic surgery for the year."
"Eh, what's a little more? She paid ten thousand to fix her nose, image how much physical therapy will be." Yelena joked "She spends so much money on stupid shit, might as well make it count."
"She's got a lot of fight in her, I like it." Sheamus chuckled
"Oh god, they all can hear me? You asshole!" she laughed
"Hey Sunshine, tell your sister I said hello" Jericho said smartly
There was a pause in the line before she spoke "Bite me Jericho." she replied "Take me off of speaker before I make everyone's ears bleed please." she barked
Randy raised an eyebrow and did as requested "What the hell?"
"I would rather not get into that right now. That's a story for another time."
Sheamus exited the ring and snatched the phone "Its lovely to hear from ye lass, but Orton was in the middle of a beating when ye called and I'd like to finish delivering it if ye don't mind."
Randy rolled his eyes before taking his phone back, narrowing his icy blue mind
"Kick his ass." she said, as if reading his mind
"Call me later?"
"Will do. I love you."
"Love you too Sunshine."
Punk made a gagging noise as he hung up and went back into the ring, immediately locking horns with The Celtic Warrior.
"When did she become so... Vivacious?" Chris asked the Chicago native
Phil turned towards the Canadian and gave him a menacing glare "What the hell are you playing at Jericho?"
Chris just gave a nonchalant shrug "Not a thing. Just having a little fun is all."
"She's not going to go running back to you if that's what you're hoping for." Punk said flatly. Jericho couldn't be that thick in the skull
"On the contrary, Punk. I think that's exactly what she'll do. The question you should be asking is when do I want it to happen. Because her fate is like putty in my hands right now." Jericho said snarkily
"You know what? You are truly a piece of shit." Punk snarled, his anger brewing "If you were a fraction of a man, you'd leave her the hell alone and move on. Stop tormenting her like a heartbroken dick. Man the fuck up and admit you fucked up and lost out on a good thing."
Chris laughed, turning his attention to the ring where Randy stood boasting on his victory
"Maybe you're right Punk. I have known him longer than Yelena and I just feel terrible about leaving him my scraps. I think that whole 'Bros before Hoes' should be applied. Maybe I should just tell Randy everything." he said, stepping around him, but the Straight Edge Superstar stopped him
"Don't." he said through clenched teeth
Chris removed Punks hand from his person "When I want Yelena, I'm going to have her whether you or anyone else likes it or not." he said lowly "But before I take what's rightfully mine, I'm going to break her ties with anything and anyone who stands in my way." he said, his eyes shifting to the Viper once more
Phil stared him down, his nostrils flaring. It had been a while since he had put his hands on him and he was seriously considering doing it again, but he had to keep his cool. If he bashed the Canadian's face in, it would raise suspicion with everyone in the gym including Randy and he could not risk it. So he reluctantly let him go into the ring
He was getting to old to be in shit like this.
"One more time." he decided. He was going to inform Yelena about the conversation he had just had and warn her one more time to do what she had to do and after that, no more. He loved Yelena like a sister, but he was not going to be apart of this bullshit anymore.
There you have it! Phil is getting fed up and Chris is... well... being the manipulating bastard he is... What will he do next? So... if I get 200 reviews, I might just post another chapter on Friday to celebrate! Deal?