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Chapter 11

Her hand automatically touched her lips as a blush arose on her cheeks. Looking at his retreating back she couldn't help but smile.

CM Punk, Phil Brooks, had just kissed her. Her AJ Lee.

Shaking her head she stopped herself from running after him. His previous words running though her head.

A friend that trusted you enough to tell you he was in love

He was in love with her? Her best friend was in love with her?

She couldn't ignore the butterflies that erupted in her stomach as his lips brushed against hers. She couldn't deny the warmth she had felt from the tip of her toes to the top of her head. She couldn't ignore the way his hands had jumped her face so gently.

Brushing the tip of her fingers against her still burning lips she let out a sigh.

She definitely felt something. Something she could not deny. Something she didn't feel when John kissed her. Definitely not when John kissed her.

Running a hand through her curled hair she glanced at the monitor watching as John slowly made his way up the ramp. An angry scowl on his face.

She had a decision to make.

"To Nexus." Kaitlyn cheered passing around Pepsi cans she had taken from the small fridge in Punk's hotel room.

"To Nexus." they all said with laughs as the Divas clinked cans with them.

Punk sipped on his Pepsi while watching the group. Ryan and Otunga were actually smiling for once. Alicia now wearing her black glasses was sitting between Heath and Justin leaning into Justin's side. And finally the man who had become his right hand man had his arm around Kaitlyn.

"Thanks you." he spoke up grabbing their attention "For everything. I couldn't have done it with out you."

"Of course boss." Heath said with a small smirk. "It was our pleasure."

They all smirked at the thought of John Cena laying in the ring unconscious.

"That was an epic promo." Alicia spoke up quietly.

The rest of them nodded in agreement as Punk smirked at them.

"What can I say. I'm the best in the word." he said with a smile.

Kaitlyn laughed hiding her face in Sheamus' shoulder.

"Laugh it up blondie." Punk said "Are you still pretending you're not Sheamo's girl?"

Kaitlyn rolled her eyes scooting away from the smirking pale man as the group began to tease her.

Punk leaned back on the sofa watching as they continued to celebrate.

Punk looked across the crowded hotel room.

The various members of nexus scattered about the large room. They had been hanging out celebrating for hours before people began to tire. Now Punk was the only one still awake.

He glanced over the room making sure they were all asleep before quiet stepping to the door and out of the room. He was ready for a walk. His head was still buzzing and after finally getting that weight off his chest he thought he should feel better. But an ominous feeling remained.

He took the elevator down to the lobby. He pulled the hood of the grey sweat shirt over his head. Walking out into the cold air of the street he went down the sidewalk keeping his head phones in his ears and his head down. Looking up could result in someone recognizing him and no matter how much he cared for his fan or the laugh he got when a kid in a Cena t-shirt would say he sucked. It was not something he needed right now.

He went down for blocks not knowing how far he had gone or how long he had been walking. He turned on his heel heading back to the hotel.

His muscles were beginning to tire, but he didn't feel ready to sleep. He went to the hotel gym. It was left open late specifically at request of WWE for the wrestlers staying there. But most of those wrestlers were already asleep. He removed his hoodie and set down his phone. He got down on his knees ready to do his usually routine that he would before a match.

His eyes brows twitched with irritation when his phone started ringing. He groaned pushing up he lifted his phone. Seeing the caller I.D. It made his gut plummet.

He didn't a choice but to answer it. "Yeah?" He said.

"You little bastard!" The raspy cruel voice was not a pleasant sound on Punk's ears.

"So nice to hear from you Vince." Punk said trying to sound as happy and carefree as always. Both of men knowing it was fake and forced as always.

"I didn't call you to listen to your crap Punk!" Vince snapped on the other line.

"OK, so what are you fining me this time?" Punk sighed. This wasn't the first time he had crossed some lines in the business...though this was probably the furthest he had gone.

"You don't get off by throwing money at it this time. You don't get to turn my company into some revenge tactic because somebody stole your girlfriend!" Vince yelled.

Punk winced at the words. He wanted to argue back, but he knew all the argument he had would only make him sound like a kid who got his favorite toy stolen. At least to this man it would. "So I'm being suspend." Punk resigned. He was happy about it, but he couldn't do a thing about it either. Not while he was still under a WWE contract.

"Not just you. All your little lackies are suspended also! I thought the news might be best coming from you so be sure to pass that on."

"WHAT?!" Punk snapped finally letting some of his anger go. "What does suspending any of them do!? Everything we did was my idea!"

"They went along with all your little schemes Punk. Also, with the suspension we don't have any choice, but to strip Sheamus of his World Heavy-weight Championship. Maybe this will teach you to not let others fight your battles next time." Vince finished, hanging up the phone.

Punk body was literally shaking with rage. He glared at his phone he had to hold back from not throwing it across the room into the wall. Shoving the phone in his pocket. He sat on a weight bench dropping his head in his hands. He hadn't been expecting this.

John slowly moved to the hotel room door. His body was aching, particularly his back. He didn't bother looking before opening the door seeing the person on the other side.

It the first time he had seen her since the end of Raw. She didn't look happy either.

John was already starting to feel worse than he already was. He had been silently hoping that AJ would be so in love with him that it wouldn't matter when Punk finally revealed his feelings. Not that it would change now.

He stepped aside letting her in so they wouldn't create a scene in the hall way of the hotel.

"How could you do that?!" AJ snapped at him.

"AJ. Punk wasn't the only one who had feelings for you." John sighed closing the door.

"You were still the one that decided to screw your friend over! Even when you knew you went through with it!" AJ yelled.

"I get it OK. And yeah I felt bad at first, but after Punk started this crap I wasn't going to let him get away with it!" John yelled back trying to get on some good ground.

"Punk did some...horrible things. Neither of you have been saints." AJ said.

"So we're broken up? Gonna go running to Punk's arms now? He isn't a white knight, he's said it himself." He argued back to her.

"I'm not gonna go running to Punk. I have some thinking to do." AJ answered.

"So it comes down to who you love-"

"No! It comes down to a match! A match that won't happen since Mr. McMahon suspended Punk and the rest of the Nexus." AJ yelled stepping forward she pushed her finger into his hard chest. "You are going to make sure their suspension gets lifted. And as for who I choose...both of you are gonna have to wait for that."

AJ moved around John opening the door and slamming it behind her.

Who was she gonna choose?

A/N- Thanks for reading you guys! Hope ya'll enjoyed this chapter. -UR

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