A/N I want to thank all of you who took the time to read and review last chapter, I'm glad you liked it and I hope you get to like this one as well. Thanks once again xD

Cute Boring Love

Sexy, smart and powerful.

That's the definition the WWE gives to the Divas… they want to show them to the world as everyone's wild fantasy and most of the time that's what they are. More than portraying their wrestling ability or even their lack of it, they want them to appeal to the male audience by showing legs and boobs… it's what sells, pg-13 or not.

It's bad, but at least is not as bad as it used to be a few years back. Sure, they still have the Kelly Kellys and the Bella twins but they also have Beth Phoenix and Natalya, women who don't need to show off skin to shine on their own.

I could be one of those too; after all they call me the anti-diva.

Now, I should be honored… I guess, but I can't stop seeing it as a blow to my ego… I mean I'm glad they didn't bring me here to be another eye candy that goes half naked to the ring, but still… the anti diva?

I take a good look at my reflection through the mirror without blinking. Do I look like an anti-diva? I look bald for once, and maybe that's it…

Without taking my eyes away from the mirror I run my hand trough my head, feeling the lack of hair that now characterizes me. Divas have hair, long hair.

Sure, I've been told by some that this new look suits me well, but I've also heard the other side of the coin. Things like 'with ears like that she should have never shaved her head', others that say I'm into women and some that have gone as far as to compare me to Josh Matthews, a man!

"Mirror, mirror on the wall, who in the land is fairest of them all?" Through the same mirror I had been scrutinizing my appearances I look to the man who just came into the locker room. It's Drew, the first ever member of the Straight Edge Society, the man known to the WWE Universe as Luke. He is now resting his hands against the back of my chair. "What are you thinking kiddo?"

I smile to him, a lot of people don't know this but Drew is one of the nicest guys backstage, which means I'm stuck with the good and the bad. "Things, do you think being called the anti-diva is a bad thing or a good thing"

"Definitely a good thing, if you want to know what's bad just listen to all the things they say about Pops"

I shrug; I don't really care about the things people say about Pops, even if what they say is not true he deserves to be trash talked about because… well, because I say so.

I still can't get over the comment he threw about me flirting around and getting in trouble because of it… one thing was to act as if I don't exist an another very different to say such things.

But even if I don't care about him I've heard it all when it comes to the man. People say that he smells, that he doesn't shower, that he looks like a hobo, that he has greasy hair… you name it. I'm about to tell him that I don't care about what people say about his 'Pops' but before I can open my mouth I see the same man I was about to talk of moving around.

"Don't call me Pops"

"Why, you are older than me and kiddo here so the name suits you perfectly. Pops, I like it"

Punk snorts, I know because I can see him from where I'm sitting. He is now crossing his hands up to his chest as he takes a good look at Drew. "There's no way you are older than me"

There's this thing about Punk. The first time we meet I had the impression that he didn't like me because I'm not Straight Edge and yet I was about to became one of his 'disciples', but… Drew isn't Straight Edge either and they don't have a problem with one another.

After some time of thinking about it I came to the conclusion that this has to do with the fact that I'm a woman and that he is now stuck with me, there's no other reason I can think of.

Well, whatever.

As they go back and forth with the who is older than who I go back to stare at my reflection, applying a bit of lips gloss and checking that I look as best as I can. Even if the show is over I don't want to walk out of here without looking my best, there are always fans outside waiting and Punk, being the hated one is always a favorite of them to wait and yell at.

Tonight we are all traveling together so I'll take my own share of that lovely hate the fans have for us. I want to be ready for it.

Because I'm never part of their conversations when I'm done I just turn around and sigh, I don't even bother to pay attention to either one of them.

"Serena"

"What?" I say, almost in a grunt. It's Drew again and he is waiting on my response.

I look at him, about to ask what is it even when his attention is now on Punk; that's when I notice they are both on their feet and walking towards the door. I get up as well, following them out the door and into the corridor.

"I parked at the back so we wouldn't have to deal with the little mob waiting for your head, so why don't you two wait for me here, I'll be back in a few" Drew says and goes away, walking back and away from us.

Great, a minute alone with Punk is a minute too long… I roll my eyes but follow him anyway, and when he pushes a door open and walks out I try to hurry before the door closes.

I made it before it closed, the metallic door brushing against my shoulder as I put my feet out. But then there's one little thing, as soon as I step out I start to get wet, that's when I notice that I'm outside and that it's raining cats and dogs.

"Don't let the door close…" Punks says and when I turn around to hold it it's too late, it's closed and we are both outside in the rain. "Great, just fucking great"

I press my back against the door, grimacing and hoping the rain won't get me here. On the other hand Punk is already wet and he is sending my way a look to kill.

"Don't blame me, you are the one who walked through that door" I say in my defense. It's not my fault that he rushed and got us locked outside…

"Yeah and you just followed me and closed the door, great job Serena"

I chuckle, what an ass. But whatever, I'll stand here while he gets all wet.

Crossing my arms against my chest I look at him, he is standing under the rain and looking around the parking lot… he doesn't look happy at all but he isn't moving either. I mean he could try to avoid the rain by getting against the wall like I'm doing.

Not that it matters now, he is all wet by now…

"Give me the key to the car" He says, running his hands through his now damp hair. He looks funny and I'm very glad I'm in a corner where I won't get wet, and I'll stay here until it stops raining or until Drew rescues us.

"I don't have the key" I say as a matter of fact; why would I have it when they are the ones who take turns driving.

He sends me another one of those looks and I grin, making it pretty obvious that it's not an amused grin. While we stand here and looking to each other I wonder why is there so much animosity between us? Its thick and palpable everywhere we go, Drew even asked me once what was the deal between us.

Well, I don't know what's his deal with me, I just know that he doesn't like me and that I don't like him much either.

For my part I could say that my dislike for him was triggered by the fact that I really liked him before I knew him. As one who had come from the Indies to be one of the best in WWE I was looking forward to working with him… all until that first meeting…

Pursing my lips I lift my head, I won't be the one backing away from this staring contest, I'm going to hold his gaze until he gives up… or until Drew comes by.

After a while, Punk, Phil, Pops or whatever he is called gives me the satisfaction of being the one who didn't back down, he did this when he looked away and into the distance. I smile; this is my little triumph even when it will never be taken in consideration.

Oh but I know…

Dripping wet and looking less than amused he walks in my direction until he is right in front of me. I try to back off but the wall is behind me and I can't go anywhere. Frowning at my own behavior, I look up to him; he towers over me, his presence imposing and somehow intimidating as his olive green eyes focus into my own eyes.

I don't know why I feel like backing away but I do…

"I guess we'll have to get to the car and wait for Drew" With that said he takes hold of my arm and tries to make me step into the rain.

I open my mouth to protest but instead I push him away. Well I tried to, but I didn't even manage to make him back off a step.

Anyway, he is out of his mind if he thinks I'm going into the rain… "You go to the car if you want to, I'll wait here"

"I don't think so" He responds with a crooked grin before takings hold of my other arm. Before I could stop him he yanks me forward and yes, into the rain.

"Punk!" I yell, sneaking off his grip and returning to my spot. I got a bit wet but nothing too grave. However, he is now back to holding me… "Get off"

Being the ass that he is, he goes again and pulls me forward, this time swirling positions with me so he is the one against the door and me the one in the rain.

He holds me at some distance, making sure I get all wet. "Don't be an ass! I yell again, frustrated because he is way stronger than me and I can't do anything but to struggle and stand under the rain while he holds me in place.

God I want to punch him right in that stupid, grinning face of his! Isn't it enough that I can barely stand him that he is now pushing me to want to kick and punch him?

I remember my legs and I try to kick him, I'm wearing my boots and if I connect them to his shin I'll be singing another story, one where I would kick the hell out of him once and for all!

I mean who the hell does he think he is and who gave him the right to use me for his amusement… "Stop it Punk, it's not funny" I say after a few failed attempts of getting free of his hold by myself.

He grins again, swirling me back against the door without letting me go. "It was amusing to you when I was the one in the rain"

Once again I try to kick him, that I'm no longer in the rain doesn't mean that the damage isn't done. But before I could hit him like I wanted to he presses the weight of his body against mine and with his own legs he prevents me from kicking him.

"God I hate you" I say through clenched teeth and I mean it. I can't even use my hands to wipe the water off my face!

"You hate me…" He whispers, his dark features so close to me that I can feel his breathing brushing against my face, I can even taste the fruity gum he is always chewing…

"Get off!" I try to push him away but his hands are pinning my arms against the door and his body is too close for me to manage an escape.

What the hell is he doing?

As if listening to my question he closes the distance between us until his lips are firmly pressed against mine.

This takes me by surprise and my first instinct is to push him away from me, but all my attempts are in vain; I'm trapped between his body and the door and he is not giving me room to move. I also try to move my face to the side and away from his lips but his face follows me, insisting on the kiss until his tongue darts forward to part my lips, forcing his way into my mouth.

I grunt, knowing full well that the best I can do is bite his tongue out of his body; but instead of doing that my efforts to push him away die and I just stand there…

At first I just allowed him to explore at will, his tongue luring mine into action until I started to kiss him back, letting the taste of him invade all my senses as he drank my breaths like his own.

His kiss is intense, it makes me feel weak at the knees and if it wasn't because he was holding me by pinning me against the door I could have easily stumble while standing.

It sounds cliché and maybe it is, but as he kisses me that's what comes to my mind.

It's surreal, I got locked out of the arena while it rained and now Punk is kissing me senseless, the Punk that doesn't like me and the Punk that I don't like… how could this be?

Before I could come up with an answer I'm push forward abruptly. I gasp, breaking away from the kiss to find that the door is opening.

I blink and wipe my face with my hands, finally able to use them because Punk is no longer holding me; he is in fact a few steps away from me as he also stares at the door.

There are a few seconds of silence and then there's Drew, holding a big umbrella and opening it before stepping out. He takes one look at us and then he burst out a laugh. "Didn't I tell you to wait for me back there" He shakes his head and laughs again. "Well, I guess you won't be needing this after all" He says pointing at the umbrella and walking away, safe from the rain. "Let's go, I'm starving and I want to eat something"

I feel Punk's eyes on me and before I could be left alone with him once again I walk after Drew, my steps quick because I really want to be away from him.

I don't know what got into me or what got into him for that matter; I only know that I need time to regroup my thoughts and that time I need it away from him and the intensity of those eyes…

I only know one thing ad that's that this can't happen again.