A/N: Howdy peeps! I had more updates planned, but I've been super tired lately. I can't stress this enough: please be patient with me if I owe you a oneshot. No one has complained yet, but I just want everyone to understand. Much love to Zay, CenaCandiceFan4Life, Brie, Mandy, I'mxAxRockstar, Jeffismyhero1217 and whitter23 for their reviews. It really means a lot that people still like this. Read! Review! Enjoy! Peace & Love!
NO OWANGE: All wrestlers own themselves. OWNAGE: I own Hope.

Punk was still holding his jaw in pain even when he'd gotten back to the hotel. He really didn't expect Hope to attack him. Sure, he knew John and Matt would. But, Hope? He'd really hurt her. And, he made the mistake of hitting her back. He'd just lost his cool when she punched him. That wasn't exactly going to help when he tried to win her back. Would Hope even speak to him again? It would take a lot of time, that was for sure. Punk nearly shit his pants when he found John Cena sitting in his hotel room.

"How the hell did you get in here?" Punk demanded.

"That's not important," John replied.

Punk could tell what was coming just by looking in John's eyes. He was getting his ass kicked. He didn't try to stop it. That would make things worse. He already had a black eye, thanks to Hope. There were many more in store and he knew it. Punk knew he was in for hell when Jeff found out about what happened. As Punk was deep in thought, John cracked him square in the jaw. He stumbled backwards onto the bed, shocked by the hit. John grabbed the straight edge superstar and slammed his head against the wall. He repeated this three more times.

Punk dropped to his knees, his head throbbing. His head started to throb even more when John punted him. Hurting Hope wasn't worth all of this. When he saw her face, he felt like a jerk. John punched him in the face and his nose started spewing blood. Punk looked up at John, ready for whatever came next. He didn't dare fight back. He knew it would leave him much worse off.

"If I catch you near Hope, I'll turn you inside out," John threatened.

* * * * *

Jeff slammed the door to his hotel room, not in the greatest mood. He'd just taken care of things with Michaela. For good. All he wanted to do was shower and go to bed. Jeff dropped his bags on the floor and stormed into the bathroom. Hope screamed when she saw him, covering her naked body with a tiny white towel. She'd just come out of the shower and he couldn't look away. She blushed every shade of crimson when she saw Jeff eyeing her. He let a sly grin cross his lips.

"What are you doing here?" Jeff asked, raising an eyebrow.

Hope turned around as she slipped her underwear on. She pulled on the long t-shirt Matt let her borrow before turning back to Jeff. He wanted to know why she was in his hotel room. It was a simple answer. It just hurt too much to say out loud. Hope felt the tears coming and buried her face in Jeff's arms. He did his best to comfort her, growing concerned when her tears got worse.

"Hope, what happened?" Jeff demanded.

"Punk cheated on me with Maria," Hope sniffled, looking up.

"He WHAT?!"

Hope managed a soft, musical laugh. She wasn't surprised by Jeff's reaction. She'd half expected him to disappear and beat the hell out of Punk. That was what John and Matt had done. Hope pulled away from Jeff, spreading her small body across the bed. Jeff joined her, not willing to let her close herself off. Hope attempted to push him away, but it was no use. Trying to move Jeff was like trying to move a rock. The two lay across from each other, not breaking eye contact. Jeff pushed some of Hope's dark hair out of her eyes, frowning when he saw how hurt she was.

"I'm sorry for hitting you, Hope," Jeff whispered. "I never wanted to hurt you."

"I forgive you, darling," Hope replied, softly.

"I'm here for you."

* * * * *

John mentally kicked himself for falling under Maria's spell so easily. The redhead poked her head out from under the covers, licking her lips. She pulled John into a kiss, but he pushed her away. She knew Hope wasn't the only one that she hurt. She'd hurt John as well. Even though they'd only been dating for a little over a week, Maria saw that John was crushed. She felt like a whore. The only thing she wanted was for John and Hope to forgive her.

"John, talk to me," Maria pouted. "Please."

Silence.

"John Felix Anthony Cena!"

"What the hell do you want me to say, Maria?"

Maria pouted when he raised his voice. She got out of the bed, fumbling to put her clothes on and hide her tears. John caved. That was his weakness. He hated seeing a woman cry, especially if it was his fault. That's what really killed him. He pulled the small redhead into his arms as she hesitantly rested her head on his bare chest. Even though John was hurt and angry, he hadn't wanted to upset Maria. He already knew that she felt like shit. Why make it worse for her?

"It just happened," Maria frowned. "One minute we were talking and the next we were having sex."

"Don't apologize to me," John replied, coldly. "You hurt Hope more than you hurt me."

"She won't talk to me."

"Can you blame her?"

"Not helping, John."

John frowned, knowing that she wanted him to talk to Hope for her. It wasn't that he didn't want to help her. He just knew that it would take time to fix their friendship. Hope wasn't the kind of person to just forgive and forget, though now he wished she was. Maria looked at him her doe eyes, batting her eyelashes. She had him wrapped around her manicured little finger and they both knew it.

"Can you talk to her for me?" Maria asked.

"I'll see what I can do," John grumbled.

* * * * *

About a month and a half had passed, but to Punk, it felt like years. Hope never spoke to him again. She ignored his calls and texts. When he passed her by, she jumped him. She was constantly surrounded by John, Matt, Jeff and Kellie. Punk knew better than go up against all of them. He was a lucky man considering that John hadn't killed him yet. That the single threat he got from John when he and Hope started dating: "Hurt her in any way and I'll take the greatest pleasure in ending your life". Was John serious or was he bluffing? Punk didn't really want to know. By now, he'd sunk into a state of depression.

Not that anyone seemed to care. Most didn't even speak to him anymore. It wasn't that they were all friends with Hope. They all knew that cheating was a despicable move. Even Adam, the man who stole Amy from Matt, was shunning him. And even Melina, Hope's bitter enemy, gave him the cold shoulder. Punk was done, he was giving up. Hope wasn't coming back to him and it killed him to see her coming down the hallway, latched on to Jeff like a leech.

Jeff felt Hope grip his waist tighter as they passed Punk. Even after a month, she was still devastated and it killed him. He and Matt took turns consoling her, though she slept in Matt's bed. Jeff knew he wouldn't be able to handle sharing a bed with her and it was too soon to make a move. But, this was his chance. He knew that he'd be able to win her over now. It would take time, but he was determined.

"I wanna take you to dinner tonight," Jeff said.

"Jeff, I--" Hope started.

"It's not a date, I'm not hitting on you. Just two friends and dinner."

"I just wanna go back to the hotel and sleep."

"No. You've been doing that for a month. It's gotta stop."

"Jeff…"

"Please, Hope. I hate seeing you like this."

"Okay."

Hope frowned as she let out a heavy sigh. She knew Jeff was right. She couldn't just keep sulking around because Punk hurt her. She stole a glance at her ex-fiancé, watching as he sat in catering, staring after her. Even from far away, she saw that he still wanted her. Hope quickly turned back to Jeff, snuggling close to him. She didn't know how he did it, but even though they walked in silence, he made her feel so much better.

A/N: Hm, I have cuteness planned for later chapters! Don't forget to R&R! Luv, Nine.