Chapter 6 of Hot Tub Love
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John's face, shockingly, shaped into a smile.
"Finally! Now all you have to do is swear for her not to tell after you- gently- dump her out of your live."
"John..." Punk gritted his teeth. "You don't understand. Beth'll blabber. Plus being with you... My image-"
"Your image will improve if we 'hang out'. You'll become more pop-"
"SHUT UP! JOHN, IM SERIOUS!" Punk shouted. "I've... I've been with Beth for almost a year. I've been with you for a little over a month. I love her... And giving her up for..."
John felt his mood switch from horny to hellfire. He got in Punk's face, feeling himself about to explode in fury, a rare emotion for him.
"Giving her up for what? Say it!"
Punk let out a growl and got just as close, gritting his teeth. "For you!" Punk shouted. "I'm not gay! I can't give Beth up to live a life with you! I love her! I don't want to live a secret double life! Plus, you're always fucking horny, which isn't a bad thing but sometimes I just want to relax! I just can't give up my life now for you because it's perfect right now! I'm champ, something I worked so hard for while it was handed to you on a silver platter after you probably sucked Vincey-boy off! Why should I give it up for you?" He finished his rant with a huff.
John balled his fists, trying not to let his fists fly as he responded.
"And I should give up everything in my life for you? A tattoo obsessed, skinny-fat, straight edge douchebag who's full of himself and his image? I work just as hard as you! Nobody here likes me because of assholes like you who probably spread those rumors like me!" John shouted back.
"YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE! THATS WHY NOBODY HERE LIKES YOU! I DONT!" Punk screamed, squeezing his eyes shut, trying to hold back a tear. He never cried during fights, and he sure as hell wasn't going to in front of John.
"AND YOU THINK PEOPLE LIKE YOU? IM JOHN CENA! ALL OF THE FANS LOVE ME! YOU WEREN'T EVEN OVER UNTIL YOU SHOT THAT DUMB FUCKING PROMO! ALL I HAVE TO DO IS WALK OUT AND EVERYONE LOVES ME!" John screamed back.
"I DON'T LOVE YOU! I HATE YOU! YOU NEVER SAID YOU LOVED ME, YOU JUDT USED ME FOR CHEAP SEX LIKE THE WHORE YOU SAY I AM BEHIND MY BACK! I. HATE. YOU!" Punk screamed, his voice cracking on the last word.
John stopped. He opened his mouth then closed it. He thought hard about all of their 'meetings'.
They had never said "I love you."
Never.
"Punk..." John said, his voice suddenly soft, realizing his mistake. "Phil... Philly... Please..." he touched Punk's arm.
Punk slapped his hand. "Get. Off! I wish I had never snuck into your room! I wish I had never seen your damn hot tub! I wish I had never... Never..." Punk bit his lip, flicked his lip piercing with his tongue twice and squeezed his eyes shut.
John tried to pull him into a hug.
Punk shoved his chest hard. "Leave." he growled. "Just LEAVE! He shouted. "Don't EVER come and see me again. We're THROUGH!"
Punk shoved John against the door, throwing him his CeNation shirt.
"YOU'RE SUCH A DOUCHE! A SELFISH DOUCE! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE DOING! I'll leave, but YOU'LL REGRET IT! Goodbye CM Punk, and GOD FUCKING SPEED!" John screamed at the door, all of his emotions of anger and frustration flowing out of his the other side of the door, Punk was pressed against it, every syllable stabbing his heart, it felt with a sharp dagger.
John kicked the door in his frustration, threw his shirt on and stomped away from the door. On the way to his room, he passed Beth and Natalya. Beth had a smug expression on, Natalya wearing the same expression.
"How's your lover?" Beth's face morphed into an evil smirk. "Oh wait, he dumped your ass for ME. Looks like I'm better than you in more than one way." She turned to Natalya and they giggled with malice.
John glared at her, then slapped her across the face, slapping the smirk right off of her.
Beth held her face, an expression of shock washing over her face.
"You can't do that to a woman!" Natalya screeched, holding Beth close to her chest.
John growled at them.
"Problem is, she isn't a woman. Neither are you. I am sorry that I had to resort to physical violence, but when you interfere with my problems, you BECOME my problem. Only thing wrong with you, Elizabeth, is that you have a cunt that is just as beat up as your face, all of those bruises and cuts made by guys banging you, you little slut. You may have Phil, but I'll get him back. I swear." John stomped into his room and slammed the door. He collapsed on his bed.
Punk sat on his bed, rubbing his hands over his eyes.
They both looked at their phone's lock screen.
Their locks screens both had a picture of Punk standing there with John hugging him from behind, Punk kissing John on his cheek while John gave his signature smile for the camera.
Punk threw his phone and watched it bounce off the wall and fall somewhere, he didn't care. He fell face first into his pillow and felt his rusted tear ducts unlock and pour forward like a dam being busted open.
John rubbed his eyes and put his phone down. He knew somehow, someway, he had to get Punk back in his arms. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, but tossed and turned all night.
Punk didn't sleep, like usual. Except insomnia wasn't causing this sleeplessness. It was sadness. Raw, unadulterated sadness that he rarely experienced. Hell, when Daffney broke his heart into a million pieces he shed only a few tears into Colt's warm shoulder before picking himself up off the floor. But this was different.
Punk pulled his face away from the tear-soaked pillow and looked at his clock, the green LED clock flicking to 3:07 AM.
He rubbed his sore face, then his aching eyes and instinctively looked at his phone for a text from...
"No..." he whispered.
He looked hard at his lock screen. He missed him...
And with that, he sniffed, feeling the tears pricking at his eyes again. He bit his lip until it bled to keep those tears at bay, but they still came.
He needed John.
He was determined to get him back.
But first, he needed to talk to someone. The best person in the industry to talk to about relationship advice.
Too bad he had a thing for Punk.
A/N: Wow! What a ride so far? Wonder what's gonna happen next… Who does Punk need to talk to? Are John and Punk ever going to get back together and live happily ever after? Stay tuned to find out! Also- keep those reviews coming! I love them! I love you guys! Thanks so much for reading. :