A/N! First of all thank you so much for the reviews; I'm very glad you like this. Second, this was supposed to be last chapter but I don't know what happened… there's still some things to happen with these two so if you have an idea/request or something like that let me know because I'm open to different scenarios. Third! Fuck WWE, they released Serena and the word going around it's that it happened because she wasn't living the SES lifestyle in her FREE time! Fuck you WWE, FUCK you!
Anyway, hope you like…
Cute Boring Love
I'm feeling giddy…
I can't blame it on alcohol because I haven't as of yet had anything to drink, at least nothing stronger than a diet coke. So discarding the being drunk excuse I would like to attribute the way I'm feeling to the thrill of performing my first match for TV… I mean, it was a great experience and there's no doubt that's a big part of the reason I'm feeling this way. But as much as I would like that one to be my sole reason I have to admit that's not all.
There's another reason, one that has been monopolizing my mind ever since I left the arena… and that reason comes in the form of a six feet, one inch tall tattooed man…
Yeah I know I'm being stupid and I'm probably acting like a high school girl that got away with kissing that cute boy she always had a crush on but I can't help it… after all I did get away with kissing someone I like.
And not only did I kiss him, but he kissed me back.
As my mind goes back in time to that moment I close my eyes and ran my fingers down my face… a face that I can feel burning! To tell you the truth I feel a bit mortified by it and I can honestly say that I don't know what made do it; I mean I do feel attracted to him but kissing people out of the blue is not something I do regularly, especially when it's someone like Punk. So I don't know, maybe I kissed him because he kissed me first and I felt I had the same right, I mean in the fairness of equality…
Or maybe I did it just because he was there and I had the opportunity, who knows.
Whatever the reason the fact is that what's done it's done and there's nothing to do but wonder what I'm going to do or say to him next time we come face to face. Maybe I should pretend nothing happened and skip from mentioning it, after all he didn't say anything the time he kissed me… so yeah I should leave it here, I kissed him, I got it out of my system and that's it.
Let's just hope he won't show up later tonight because I'm still feeling high on adrenaline and I don't know, who's to say I won't want to kiss him again?
I shake my head and with a smile on my lips I look down at the table in front of me; the food is gone and I'm just sitting here, waiting on the guys to decide where to go next.
I wonder if he will join Drew, Joey and me tonight… I mean he told Drew he was coming and I haven't seen him… and I don't know if I want to see him, I mean I'm divided about this because part of me wants him to show up just to see what he's going to do and the other part wants him to stay wherever he is because I don't know what I'm going to do if he comes over…
"Earth to Serena"
Instinct makes me to turn my head towards the source of the voice that just spoke to me. It's Joey and he is sitting across the table, looking at me with a huge grin on his face…
"You spaced out"
I smile, almost feeling like I got caught doing something I shouldn't be doing and I look around to see who caught me… but there's just Joey and me, I don't know where is Drew. "Yeah I was just thinking…"
"Thinking about a special someone?"
"What?" I heard him just fine, but because I'm not in the mood of having to explain myself or let alone lie about what's on my mind I wrinkle my nose and pretend I didn't understand what he just said. It's not like I have to pretend too hard because after all the music in this sport bar is way too high and it's believable that I wouldn't be able to hear him…
Still smiling he leans forward, and when he opens his mouth to repeat what he just said someone slides to sit right by my side and his attention focus on the newcomer… I don't have to look to know who it is, I can feel him… but I still look and just like Joey my attentions shifts to him.
"Pops" Joey says, he has adopted Drew's nickname for him and he uses it deliberately. I don't think Punk likes is though and I think he just ignored him, I mean those olive green eyes that had been tormenting my peace of mind are staring right at me and not at Joey…
"Am I interrupting something?"
"Nope, you came just in time because we were about to leave. Drew and I were talking with some of the guys and there's this bar fifteen minutes from here and we are going there; I mean if Serena wants to go there"
"Do you want to go there?" Punks ask me, his eyes still piercing through me. See, this is what makes me feel giddy, the way he looks at me… I don't think I can trust myself if he keeps looking at me like that.
But I just I shrug, returning his intense stare because I don't want him to know he has this effect on me. "I guess so"
"Rad" He says, getting back to his feet, once he is up he takes hold of my hand and pulls at me so I would get up as well. "We'll see you there" He tells Joey and once I'm standing he guides me to the exit.
I walk two steps behind Punk, my head turning back to look at Joey for a second before taking those two steps that take me closer to him. "What are you doing?"
"Taking you out"
I shake my head in disapproval but my feet betray me and keep following him outside and to the parking lot. He never stops and neither do I, I just talk to him while we walk. "I came with Joey and Luke and I'll leave with them"
Punk ignores me and only when we are next to his rental car he decides to turn to me. "You owe me one so let's say I'm collecting your debt to me" He says with one of his crooked grins as he opens the passenger door to me.
I arch an eyebrow and cross my arms up to my chest, not only he is an ass but he is an arrogant ass… he is very much the type I should keep away from. "I owe you? No I don't think so"
"Well I think so and that's what counts" He responds, placing his hand on my lower back and making me get into the car… well he didn't exactly made me get in, he just gave me a little push and I got in by myself, doing nothing but watching as the door closes after me.
For the duration of the five seconds it took him to walk around the car to get in my mind bitch slaps me and makes me question what am I doing? But since I'm not doing anything at all I ignored it, I just watch him get in and close the door before reaching to insert the key in the ignition.
Without thinking much about it I reach forward and take the key away from his hand. This time he is the one who arches an eyebrow as he stares at me. "I don't owe you anything" I say as a matter of fact. That he got me match? I already thanked him and besides, with or without him I was going to get it, it was just a matter of time.
I know I don't owe him anything and I'm aware that I can open the door and walk out of here without feeling any kind of guilt; but I don't, I stay here, watching him watch me…
He tilts his head, his eyes never leaving mine. "Of course you do, or do you think that walking out on someone after kissing him is nice? You owe me Serena"
I smile, not because he went straight to the point but because his kissing etiquette is not the best one so he can't tell about what's nice and what isn't.
"It's not nice, but it's better that kissing someone and then I don't know, let's say…locking her out of a room"
Without taking his eyes away from me he grins again; his eyes are full of mischief and I'm not sure if that's a good thing. "Alright… you'll get your chance to collect too" He says, trying to reach for the keys I took away from him. He doesn't get them because I saw his intention and I move my hand to my back.
"I don't want to collect" I say without much conviction as my eyes drink on his image.
He leans to me and I freeze, watching how he gets closer and closer until he is hovering over me. I do nothing; I just stay where I am because there's no way for me to back off. "Of course you do"
Before my mind can register what's going on he does it again, he kisses me and because my body and my mind are not in sync I return the kiss almost immediately. Now, I don't know how this whole thing works, I only know that he just looks at me with those killer green eyes of his and I'm done, my brain turns to mush and I just have to kiss him back.
At least this time I was not the one who started it… it was all him and what does that says, that he likes me?
Lost into his kiss I feel the keys slipping from my hand… I don't know where they went but by lack of occupation my hand now goes up to his head, the feeling of his short hair tickling my palm as it runs to the back of his neck where it comes to rest as the kiss intensifies.
I said this once and I'll say it again, he may be an ass but the intensity of his kisses can make anyone forget about everything but his sweet taste and the way his lips have no shame in claiming everything on their way.
He takes and I give and it comes to my mind that his kisses are almost like an addiction, you know you shouldn't do it but when there's a fix you can't turn it down; you succumb to it and it takes over you in a way that in your mind nothing exist but getting it.
It's crazy, everything is, he makes the blood running through my veins boil just with the feeling his tongue swirling around mine, luring me into his mouth as his hands travel and take residence at my hips while the other one goes to my lower back, holding me in place.
There's no need to hold me because it's not like I want to go anywhere, right now all I can think it's about him and what he is doing to me; the weight of his chest pressing into mine, his lips kissing me, his hands roaming… but then as everything goes on my mind forms a clear image of me, here in this car letting him kiss me senseless… I see myself from another angle and I don't think it's a flattering angle…
Going back to myself I slide my hands down to his chest and push him hard, obliging him to tear apart from my lips as I turn away to open the door. I do it without looking at him because I don't want to look at him… right now all I want to do is go away and collect myself.
What was I thinking? Oh yeah I wasn't thinking, I mean it's just a kiss but still…
Before I can even open the door he grabs my shoulders and makes me turn to him. "You are not leaving again"
"Just… I want to go" It may seem like I'm running away but who cares, I need to think this over.
When I tell him that he pulls back and shrugs, resting his back against his seat. "Alright" He motions me to go on… that's it…
I blink, almost sensing a trap here and feeling a bit disappointed, I mean it's not as if want him to beg but you know, an alright sounds so impersonal…
Anyway, he does nothing as I sit here so before my resolution dissolves I try to open the door. The only problem is that it doesn't open, I unlock it and it still doesn't open.
I take a deep breath. "You have the child lock, open the door"
"What if I don't want to?"
I venture a glance at him and he's just sitting there, eyes focused on me, lips curved into a grin and that petulant expression I'm starting to dislike so much, damn him! I would smack him if the urge of kissing him wasn't so strong…
Going back to reality I consider my options, sitting here until he gets tired and lets me out, jumping over him and getting out through his door and smashing his window to pieces. My mind tells me to do option number three because that will show him… but the little Serena devil in me wants to jump over him, maybe stay there for a little while and then get out…
I take another deep breath. "Why are you doing this?" I ask even when that's not what I wanted to ask. I wanted to ask him to open the door…
"Why do I do what, kiss you?" He snorts and shifts in his seat so he is now facing me. "Why do you think?"
I'm facing him and in this reduced space I feel him too close, even when I'm in one corner and I'm in the other. "I don't know, I mean you kiss me and then act as if I don't exist so you tell me"
"I kiss you because I like you, now it's my turn to do this little question exercise, why did you kiss me?"
I look out, wondering why he doesn't let me out already. "I don't know…" I shrug. "Look I just want to get out so open the door"
I wait for what feels an eternity and then he does it, he unlocks the door while his eyes remain on me. I take the opportunity and turn on him, opening the door and walking out. No matter how alluring he is being right now I know how he is and I don't want to complicate my life…
I need my mind clear and he is clouding my judgment, so without looking back I walk away from the car and maybe, just maybe out of this mess I carved for myself.