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A/N- Thanks for the reviews you guys... I'm so glad you guys are digging this little fic we have here. So I thought we would update after that disappointing AJPunk-less RAW :/ Now on to the actual chapter. - UR

Chapter 3

Looking at her reflection she tried to smile but it came out more like a grimace.

Her hair was curled to perfection and her makeup was covering her red rimmed eyes.

Her body was clad in a tight red dress she had bought just for the occasion seeing as she did not have any other dresses.

Carefully pulling on the two-inch heels she tried regaining her balance.

Sitting at the edge of the bed she shakily ran a hand through her hair before letting out a shaky breath.

Her finger hovered over the green button as his name was displayed on the screen. Before she could stop herself she pressed down on it.

Placing the phone up to her ear she held her breath as it rung.

"AJ." he answered coldly.

Her eyes widen just a fraction at the tone in his voice. Letting out a shaky breath she hung up quickly.

He had never said her name like that.

With that... disdain.

The lights were flashing obnoxiously and the white fog machine was causing her eyes to water.

Looking around she glanced at the packed dance floor. Her lips twisted into a frown. She just wasn't the type to go to a club and dance with a group of strangers. She wasn't the type to sit around drinking until she could barely walk.

She was the type to snuggle up on a couch with take out food and some kind of video game. Usually kicking ass on that video game. She was the type to stay up until the wee hours of the night and just talk about anything that came to mind.

"Here ya go." his deep voice interrupted her thoughts.

AJ took the lemony looking drink from her blue-eyed date "Thanks." she took a sip trying not to grimace at the foul taste.

Placing the cup on the table she asked "Dance?" anything to get away from the foul drink.

How could he forget she was basically straight edge?

He took her hand dragging her towards the dancing bodies.

Allowing the music to take over she began dancing.

Maybe this wouldn't be to bad. He had been her friend for so long. And admittedly he was a very handsome man with blue eyes and cute dimples.

With newfound energy she began dancing closely to him. His hands on her hips and hers around his neck as the music suddenly changed.

The slow song drifted around the building and couples soon littered the dance floor.

"Thank you for agreeing to this AJ." he said quietly "I know things have been weird lately, but I'm sure things will soon go back to how they were."

She did all she could to believe him but she knew his promise was empty.

But she nodded her head anyways, placing it on his shoulder. Closing her eyes she tried to focus on her date. Not on the man who had been plaguing her dreams as of lately.

Looking up at him she smiled at his re-assuring smile.

His head dipped just a bit and AJ knew what was coming.

Her eyes widen just a bit as his lips came closer.

Without thinking about it she tilted her head to the side just as his lips were about to make contact. Instead they landed on her cheek and AJ placed her head on his shoulder again.

AJ didn't know what she was doing when she knocked on the door. The black and yellow door on the sign starring down at her. She jumped slightly when the door swung opened.

The dark-skinned man stood in the door way. He gave her a confused look before glaring down at her. "Why are you here?" He questioned crossing his arms over his chest.

AJ attempted to look around him. His large form blocked her view of the inside of the room. "Um...Is Punk here?" She asked trying her best to not seemed as scared as she was.

"Otunga! Let her in!" A voice yelled from inside.

AJ was relieved when the man moved aside granting her access into what was now consider the lion's den.

She looked at Punk standing with his arms crossed over the black and yellow t-shirt, a smug smile on his lips.

"Punk." A smile came to her face automatically. She felt like she hadn't seen him in ages. Though in her heart she still knew that Punk wasn't the same anymore. He wasn't the same Punk who had given her advice when she was first brought into the company.

He wasn't Phil.

He wasn't her Phil.

"What do you want AJ?"

Her heart sank.

He sounded so cold it sent chills through her spine. She shifted nervously on her feet. Her eyes glancing back to Otunga, still standing by the door way. Her gaze shifting to the floor.

"Otunga, get out."

AJ let out a sigh when she heard the door shut. Her relief was short lived as her mind processed that now she was alone in the locker room with Punk. She bit her lip trying to remember her reasoning for entering the room.

"So how was your date with Cena?"

Her jaw dropped in shock. Her eyes going wide as she looked up at his knowing expression. "How'd you know?" She asked choking down the lump in her throat.

"Please don't insult me like that. I'm not an idiot, AJ." He let out a bitter laugh as he sat down. "So how was it?"

AJ bit her lip. "It was fine." She answered not really wanting to tell him anything about occasion. "Punk...can you tell me what this is about?" She gestured to the black and yellow arm band.

"John isn't the good guy every one loves to think he is." Punk spoke standing again.

He stepped closer to her, their bodies less than a foot apart.

"There has to be more. You two were friends. All three of us were." AJ felt like crying.

A feeling she had almost everyday since Punk's first attack.

"AJ...Why are you here?" Punk sighed.

"I...I miss you." She confessed. She was beginning to lose her senses. The heat from his body. The smell of his skin. The small chuckle in his throat. His fingers brushing back her hair. It was all intoxicating.

AJ's eyes closed. She could feel him move closer. His breath on her skin tickling her lips, "Is that why you called me the other day and hung up?" AJ couldn't answer. Her mind had gone blank. Not that she knew what she would say anyway.

"PUNK!" The door banged open. Otunga in the doorway again. "Time to go." He informed looking at the two people separated by mer inches now. Their previous closeness no where in sight.

AJ looked at Punk curiously wondering what the man meant.

Punk gave a wicked smirk in response. "OK." He said. He glanced at AJ with a lightened smile and wave before leaving her alone.

It took AJ a few moments after Punk had left to realize what they were close to doing. Her cheeks flamed. Briefly wondering to how his lips might feel before pushing away the thought.

Punk smiled at the sight. Cena laying on the mat, maybe even unconscious, hopefully unconscious. All the other members of the nexus standing over his body. Punk stepped forward ordering the others to step back.

He smirked towards the camera as Joh laid pathetically by his feet. Just like he deserved to be.

Crouching down he smiled down at his former friend. His green eyes glinting mischievously.

Punk slapped his cheek. Waiting for John's eyes to open so Punk could know he was paying attention. "Was it worth it?" Punk questioned.

He wasn't going to get an answer, not that he cared to hear the response anyway.

At this point there was nothing that could change his mind on his view of his former best friend. There was nothing that could stop him going on with his plans. He was going to put John Cena through hell and there was nothing anyone could do to put a stop to it. And if anyone stood in the way he was sure he could deal with them.

No one would change his mind.

Not even her.

Giving the blue-eyed man a nod he stood back up leading the men into raising their fists in the air.

This wasn't going to end...at least not anytime soon.

A/N- I feel like this was another short chapter. But I hope ya'll liked it anyways. - UR

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