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Ch. 6: You're Kidding, Right?
Punk's POV
Okay, let me explain myself. I know, I know. I completely hit the ball in left field two nights ago.
I'll admit it. Yes. I was gonna tell Sky that I'm still in love with her. And yes, it's true. I can't help it. But she wasn't right about the pot thing. I mean, I have plenty stories about Sky and her high antics. So when I smelled that on her, I couldn't help my reaction.
And despite what she thinks, I'm not jealous of that Hardy boy. Why would I be? I had her first. And I'm the best she ever had. He can try to top me, but he can't.
"What the hell did I do that's so bad to make you ignore me?" That's her now. Well duh, who else would it be? We're on the road. Got a show in a few hours. We would've been at the arena hours ago. But this one decided that it would be great if we stayed at a motel last night so she could watch Raw. I'm surprised that that place actually had basic cable so that we could catch it.
I know the only reason why she was interested is because of Hardy. Ugh. I'm really questioning my sanity because I have no clue why I agreed to travel with her.
"I'm not ignoring you, Skylar. I just don't have anything to talk about." I sighed as I looked out of the window. I really shouldn't have let her drive. She's a manic driver. "Well that's new." She scoffed.
The whole two hours I've been in this tiny ass car with her have been awkward as hell. Good thing we're almost at the arena.
"I talked to my mom this morning." She said after twenty minutes of silence. I had to look at her to see her face. She hasn't talked to her mom in the longest.
"Oh. Is everything alright?" I asked her. The tone in her voice and her facial expression gave me the impression that things weren't alright at all. "She's good. She saw me on the show last week." She softly smiled. I could tell that it was fake. I don't know why she tries to keep things from me. She's terrible at it.
"What's going on, Sky?" I asked her, placing my hand on her thigh to comfort her. She sighed.
"Uncle Terry's been at it again. This time with his new girlfriend's daughter. She's sixteen, like I was. The girlfriend caught him on top of her in the girl's room. She hit him across the head with a lamp." She explained. "Whoa." Was my reply.
"Yeah. Momma says that the cops had to handcuff the girlfriend to restrain her from beating his ass." Sky chuckled. "So mom wants me to say some shit at the hearing. But I don't know if I should." She sighed and blinked quickly. Trying to push back tears.
"Skylar, if you don't want to, you don't have to." I gave her thigh a squeeze. "But that's the thing. I don't want to. It's too damn embarrassing. But that little girl, Phil. I need to do it for her, but I don't know if I can." She had started to shake, that's one of her nervous ticks, as she pulled into the back of the arena.
"Skylar, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. It wasn't your fault." I assured her. "Yeah, the first time it wasn't. The second time, it was. If I had just listened to you- whatever." She quickly shook her head a few times as she pulled into a parking spot.
"Don't say that. If I hadn't have left you that night, you wouldn't have been there. That whole situation was my fault, not yours." I sighed. "Come on, Phil. This is my pity party. I was a drunken fool. It wasn't your fault." I scoffed at her.
"Okay, I'm the therapist. Tell Dr. Burton how the hell any of that situation was your fault?" She got out of her seatbelt and turned her body to look at me.
"If I wouldn't have started that argument with you in your drunken state, you wouldn't have cussed me out. And I wouldn't have left." She started to laugh. "Phil, chill out. You're reaching with this theory." She cut me one of her signature smiles. They always warm me. But today, it didn't.
I decided right then and there that I would apologize for what I did. Because no matter what she says, I know that it's my fault that she had to go through that again. I took a deep breath before I spoke.
"Skylar, I called the house. I told your dad where you were. I told him to send someone to get you. But you have to understand, Sky. I couldn't just leave you there with those people. I was pissed at you, but I cared for you too damn much for me to just leave you there a drunken mess. I'm so sorry Sky." Her smile faded into a look of confusion as I spoke.
The flashback's a little too much for me to fully go over. But here's the basics.
It was in the summer of '05. Sky and I had recently broken up that second time. We were back in the Chi. She called me to come get her from some party her friend threw. She was half sober when I got there, but when we got to talking, it grew into arguing. As we argued, she continued drinking, which made me argue more.
Eventually, she pissed me off to the point where I didn't want to see her pink face anymore, so I left the party. Once I calmed down and came to my senses, I realized that I didn't trust those guys at that party. So I called Mr. B, her dad. He said that he'd send someone to get her. Little did I know that he was gonna send her perverted hick of an uncle.
I'll never forget that next morning when she knocked on my bedroom window. I was back at my parent's house, chilling. That day, my life totally changed.
Flashback Punk's POV
"Skylar, what the hell are you doing here at six in the morning?" I whisper-yelled as I opened my window to let her in. I didn't have a good look at her, but I could tell that she had on the same dress she wore last night.
After I let her in, I took a look at her. She looked as if she had been in a fight. Her gold mini-dress was torn and a little ragged. Her hair was all over her head, and her mascara ran like she had been crying.
All the hatred I had for her last night flew out of the window that she came in. I instantly wrapped my arms around her. She let her body go limp and she started to sob and shake in my arms. This shocked me, because Skylar Burton never cries, so I knew it was something serious. I lifted her up and cradled her in my arms and carried her to my bed.
I sat her down and sat beside her. She stopped sobbing and held her head down. "Sky, what happened?" I softly asked her. "He did it again. He fucking did it again, Phil." She had so much anger in her voice that I knew exactly what she was talking about.
"Dad told him to come get me and he brought me to his house. He didn't go all the way, though. I regained consciousness before he could do anything. Once I realized who he was, I fought him off of me. He punched me in the face." Her anger faded and once again, she started to sob. She rested her head on my shoulder. This time, it was me who was angry.
I hate cowards. And a coward is exactly what her uncle is. "I'll kill him." That was my first and only thought after that. "He's not worth it. Just stay here with me. Hold me." She softly spoke as she took my arms and wrapped them around her. She did the same around me and we stayed like that for hours in silence.
I got to thinking once I calmed down, that this was all my fault. I shouldn't have left Sky there. I should've dragged her ass out of there kicking and screaming. I shouldn't have called her careless father. Skylar almost got raped because of me.
Fuck.
Punk's POV
That look of confusion went away within a few seconds and it grew into a smile. She started to laugh at me. "Phil, you mean to tell me that you've been blaming yourself for my uncle's actions?" She tried to stop laughing, but she couldn't. I couldn't look her in the face. Instead, I looked straight ahead at the concrete wall.
"Phillip Jack Brooks, chill the fuck out, dude. I knew that you called dad. And since I decided against telling my parents about the first time Terry tried that shit with me, he trusted that Terry would bring me home safe." She scoffed at that.
"Wait, you knew that I called Mr. B?" I asked, clearly shocked. "Duh. How in the hell else would dad have known where I was?" She smiled. "Yeah, I basically gave you to Terry." I rolled my eyes. She did the same.
"Shut up with that bullshit. You might want to feel guilty for everything, but I know the truth. So I'm not gonna feed your guilt ego. It's not your fault. If I wasn't drunk, I wouldn't have even gotten into his car." She sighed.
"Okay, it's not your fault. And I guess I can accept that it's not all my fault. We really shouldn't blame anyone for this except for the guy who did it." I gave her a soft smile.
She nodded. "I guess I could agree with that. It's still embarrassing. And what if they don't believe me because I didn't report it?" Her green eyes grew big as she stared at me in horror.
"Skylar, they'll understand. If you decide to speak, I'll be there with you. If you want me there, of course." Without any warning at all, she leaned over the armrest and softly kissed me on the lips.
I kissed back, but as soon as I did, she pulled away. "Sorry. I know your lips are only for your 'girlfriends'. I just needed to do that." She gave me a sheepish grin. "I didn't mind, this time."
This time, I leaned over the armrest to kiss her. She wasn't shocked, though. Her tongue ring tickled my tongue for maybe ten heavenly seconds before her phone began to vibrate. Thus killing the moment.
I moved back over to my seat while she answered the phone. "Hello… Hey Jeff!" You're kidding me, right? I didn't want to hear anything else after that. I got her attention and signaled for her to open the trunk. After she did, I quickly got out of the car and grabbed my bags. I did not want to hear that conversation, at all. I had to hear it enough yesterday. She was on the phone with his ass for what seemed like hours and it was nauseating.
Jeff Hardy. Jeff Fucking Hardy.
Sky's POV
"Ya miss me?" Jeff cheerily drawled into the phone as I watched Punky quickly get away from the car. "Miss you? I barely even know you." I giggled, even though I'm telling the truth. "Don't worry. You gonna get to know me." Well, if there's one thing I do know about Jeff, it's that he's very confident.
"Oh really?" I noticed Shelly walking toward the car with a suspicious look on her face. Great. "Yea. You already familiar with my lips." Jeff cockily reminded me. Ugh, if only I hadn't have gotten re-familiarized with Phil's just a few seconds ago.
"Yeah. I like lips." I replied, kinda out of it. He didn't notice, he just laughed at me. "So. Did ya watch my match last night?" Jeff asked. I'm glad he decided to change the subject, because I'm not good with the guilt thing. But then again, Jeff and I aren't exclusive, so I have no reason to be guilty.
"As a matter of fact, I did. You and Eddie put on great matches. Tell him I said hey, by the way." Eddie, or Umaga, is one of the few people on Raw who I'm cool with. He's so down to earth. "I'll tell him later. All these fools sleep. Snorin' and shit." He chuckled. They're on the road now. Headed to Pittsburgh.
"Awww. Poor baby." I teased as I unlocked the door for Shelly to get in the passengers seat. "Oh, don't worry. Better believe I got a trick or two up my sleeve for they asses." Jeff said with a devious tone in his voice.
"Hola mamacita." Shelly grinned at me. I frowned at her and pointed to my phone. "Who dat?" Jeff asked. "My bff Shelly. You know, the vampire girl, Ariel." I giggled as she mouthed 'who's that' to me. "Oh. Tell her I said hey."
"Jeff Hardy said hey, Shell." I playfully narrowed my eyes at her. She grinned and her eyes got huge. "Oh, so that explains his sour puss." She giggled before she leaned over to my seat to yell into the phone. "Hey Jeff. Your match last night was awesome, dude." She laughed as I pushed her away from me.
"Chick's loud as hell." Jeff laughed. "Oh that's because she decided to yell that in my fucking ear." I grouched. "Aww, Pinky. You know I love you." Shelly gave me a peck on the cheek.
"So speakin' of your friends… where's Pepsi?" He asked in a cocky voice. "Well, last I saw him he was headed into the arena. Why?"
"Just wondering if he's still pissed at you." He chuckled. I told him part of that little argument we had the other night. I conveniently left out Punky's confessing moment he almost had and the part about me being all topless, though.
"From the looks of it, he's still pissed. But he'll come around. He knows I didn't get high, though." I sighed. I wish that he was pissed about something that trivial. But unfortunately, he's probably pissed because Jeff ruined that little moment we just had.
"Pepsi's so fuckin' uptight." Jeff chuckled. "Who's that?" I heard some Latina chick in the background ask. "Sky. The fine ass chick on SmackDown! Remember, I went out with her Sunday?" Jeff explained. "Oh, yeah. Shelly's friend. Tell her I said hi." The girl loudly spoke. Kinda like Shelly did to me.
Jeff chuckled. "Cherrypop, that was my bff, Lori. July's WWE magazine covergirl." It figures that he would chill with the cool triplet, ha. "Tell her I said hey." I chuckled. "She said hey. Now cut that shit down. Thought yo ass was sleep anyway." Jeff grouched, to mine and Lori's amusement. We both chuckled at him.
"This is classic shit, Jeffro." Lori said to him. I'm guessing that she did the opposite of cutting the shit down, cause the next thing I heard was Metallica's No Remorse blasting through the phone. "Yea, too bad they classic asses sold out. Ouch!" Jeff squawked.
"What in the hell is going on?" I asked him. "She punched me. She just mad cause Pearl Jam is better than Metallica." Jeff teased Lori. I heard her in the background saying, "The hell they are!" She really is my kind of chick. Cause I love me some Metallica. "I beg to differ, Hardy." I chimed in.
"Aww, not my baby. You a metalhead, too?" He asked with mock dread. "I love just about everything. But I prefer 'Tallica over Pearl Jam." I chuckled at his groan. "War without end." That voice was more feint, but I could tell who it was. John Cena. He travels with Jeff and Lori? Who would've thunk it?
Within the next two seconds, I heard another feint voice singing. I knew who he was, cause Jeff travels with him often. It was my buddy Eddie. Then Lori chimed in and all three of them were jamming. Kinda makes me want to sing, too. Hell, I know all the words. "Damn, can I join the party?" I chuckled.
"They asses was supposed to be sleep. Ugh. I'mma call ya later, Cherrypop. These fools got this shit so loud I can barely hear ya." Jeff yelled over the music. I laughed. "Okay. Later."
After I was off of the phone, I turned my attention to Shelly, who was waiting patiently in the passenger's seat beside me. "So you and Jeff? Cute." She grinned at me. "Long story. I'll explain it later. Now, to the serious issue. I'm guessing you saw Punky on your way out here, right?" I asked her grinning face.
"Yeah. That's how I knew where you were. He looked pissed, and he was red as hell. What'd you do to him this time?" She rolled her eyes at me. I frowned. "Ugh, why is it always something that I did?" I grouched. Shelly gave me a 'bitch please' look.
"Okay, fine. So I didn't get to tell you that Punky said that he's still in love with me." Her mouth dropped when I said that. "Wait a minute. He told you that? When? And why in the hell didn't you tell me this when it happened?" She playfully popped me in my arm.
"Calm down, Shell. See, he didn't actually say it. He was about to, but then he smelled pot on my boobs and then we got into an argument." I chuckled at Shelly's still gaping mouth.
"And why did your boobs smell like reefer?" She scratched her head. "Ugh. This whole thing started because I went on a date with Jeff. You know how the VIP gets at clubs. Some dudes got high while we were there. Anyway, when I came back, Punky basically told me that he was jealous, and he was about to tell me that he loved me when he smelled me." I sighed.
She nodded this time. "Oh. So he wants you now that you got another dude. Funny shit." Shelly laughed. "No, not funny. See, we got into a very serious and emotional convo a few minutes ago. And I kinda got caught up in the moment, and I kissed him." Once again, her mouth fell and her eyes got huge. "You WHAT?" She squealed.
"Shut up, Shelly. It was a little peck. And I apologized for it. But then he kissed me back." I know I started to blush. "Don't tell me you two got busy in here." She frowned. "Hell no. While we were kissing, Jeff called. As soon as I said his name, it ruined that whole moment." I groaned.
"So I'm confused. Are you dating Jeff?" Shelly asked. "Good question. We're not necessarily dating each other. But we're not dating anyone else either. So I don't know." I have no clue what you'd call that.
"Alrighty. So does Punk want to get back together with you?" Shelly asked. "The hell if I know. He stormed off as soon as I answered the phone. That's what I was gonna ask him, if Jeff hadn't have called."
"Or the better question is, do you want to get back with Punk?" Shelly smirked. I thought about my answer for a while. "Honestly, a part of me does. But another part of me doesn't. I mean, his fucking superiority complex is annoying as hell. OVW anyone?" I poked her in the arm.
"Right. But if you remember, in OVW, his superiority complex, aka his confidence, was really attractive to you." Shelly reminded me with a poke of her own to my arm. "Okay, you're so not helping." I groaned.
"Okay. So lets talk about Jeff. What do you see in him? I mean, no offense, he's cool and all, just not my cup of tea in the dating department." She chuckled.
"He's gorgeous, first of all. He's artistic, like me. He likes to sing. He's charming. He's fucking tattooed. Ugh, he's just cool alright." I sheepishly grinned at her.
"Okay. You also think that Punk's gorgeous. Punk's artistic. You like it when Punk sings to you, even though he sounds terrible. I've seen Punk work his charm on you, he's good. Punk is even more fucking tattooed. And he's cool as hell. He's borderline badass." She laughed at my dramatic eye roll.
"I don't get it, Shelly. Who's side are you on? Mine or Punk's?"
"Yours, of course. You're mi hermana. My sister. You know I got your back chica. I'm just giving you all the facts. You gotta think on that shit yourself, though. Now come on. Lets go inside. Barbie's got this 'hilarious' road story to tell us. You don't wanna miss this, do ya." She sarcastically said the last part much to my amusement.
"Actually, no. It'll take my mind off of my issues." I said as I got out of the car.
Once Shelly and I were backstage, I spoke to everyone. I love the fact that the ECW crew travels with us SD! guys and girls. I wasn't looking forward to hearing Kelly's story, so when I noticed Punky talking to someone in the catering area, I bolted over there.
Once over there, I realized that he was talking to Lita. Kinda strange since she's a Raw Diva. She noticed me and smiled. "Hey. Skylar, right?" She held her hand out for me to shake. "Yeah. Call me Sky." I smiled back. Punky's expression cracked me up.
"So, what brings you to SmackDown?" I asked sweetly, trying not to sound too nosy. "Oh, I came to see Punk here in action." She gave him a sly smirk. I frowned. Punk noticed my look and grinned at me. "Sky, I'll catch up with you later, okay. I don't want to be rude to Amy here." He smirked at her.
It's like he's flirting with her in my face or something. I can't believe he's fucking doing that. That conniving tattooed nerd. "Oh, my bad. I understand. Nice meeting you, Amy. Later, Phillip." I shot him a glare that I'm sure he remembers. He wants to play, but I can play better.