Can't believe I've written fourteen chapters! Thank you guys for your continued reading, I've written two different chapters so I'm in the process of deciding which one I'm going to post. Stay tuned. - C

Chapter Fourteen – Take me out to the ball game

"Whoa don't get in the champs way!" spoke Daniel, he moved so I could put down my gym bag next to his, "Oh shut up. Anything could change in the next 24 hours. Until I get the title in my hands you can just call me Bethany." I tighten up my boots before heading into the ring to meet Beth and Punk, I gave Beth a high five and gave Punk a curt nod; we had gone back to our non-talking ways. "So are you ladies ready to learn how not to kill yourself in a steel cage?" asked Daniel rubbing his hands together, "I guess that's important." I shrugged my shoulders and looked at Beth for reassurance, "Yep I don't want to leave my last match in the back of an ambulance." We sorted out the fifteen minutes of our match and decided on a finish, I would be performing the 'Macho Man elbow drop', which Punk uses. I thought it was lame but the creative team wanted it that way. "I'm beat and I really want a hamburger." Exclaimed Beth while she lay collapsed on the floor refusing to move, "Make it a vegan hamburger and you can count me in. You guys coming?" he turned to Punk and I, "I'm not in the mood for anything my stomach is still in knots, I'll catch up with you later." I had slowed down the speed of my treadmill to listen to the conversation, Punk had joined me on the one next to me, "Nah guys juice cleanse remember?" he spoke, "Good luck with that." Daniel spoke with sarcasm before he and Beth left the gym leaving us, I looked a head and put my earphones in blaring Red Hot Chili Peppers, after a few minutes Punk ripped out on my right ear bud, "What did you do that for?" I asked with annoyance, "I've been trying to get your attention for the last minute. Where's Wade?" he asked, bile rose in my throat, Wade. "I don't know." I replied before putting my ear bud back in which it was pulled out again almost instantly, "What have you lost your boyfriend?" he teased, slowing his treadmill down to a slow walk, "We broke up… I think. Actually… I'm about 80 per cent sure." I stopped my treadmill and walked over to my bag preparing to leave, Punk was hot on my heels, "You guys broke up when?" he asked, I threw my gym bag over my shoulder and walked out, Punk wasn't too far behind, "Monday night Raw two weeks ago." He moved in front of me placing his hands on my shoulders blocking me from going anywhere further, "Why?" he asked, you could tell his brain was going a million miles an hour trying to pinpoint the reason, "Well…" I started before I was cut off, "The kiss…" he whispered looking down at the concrete, "Bingo." I spoke meekly; I pushed past Punk not wanting to look at him any longer because all I wanted to do was kiss him like I did two weeks, he caught me by the wrist, "Come on, I'll cheer you up."

I took another bite into the hotdog, "This is the best hotdog I have ever eaten in my life." I spoke with a mouthful and enjoyed every part of the fast food, "Didn't I tell you this was the best hotdog in the world?" I nodded and continued to massacre the hotdog, "C'mon hit the ball." Punk yelled, he go up from his seat, his hotdog in one hand and pointed at the batter with the other. It was a cool afternoon at Wrigley Field, Punk and I plus a half full stadium of other spectators cheered for the Cubs or Tampa Bay. I donned a Cubs hat at the request of Punk even though I was a Tampa Bay fan. "How's that juice cleanse going?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, I had caught him mid bite of his second hotdog, "Shhh… I'm at the baseball I get a free pass. Are you feeling better anyways?" he asked finishing off his food, I shrugged pulling my jacket closer around me, "I always go to the baseball when I'm upset I thought you would enjoy it." He spoke, "Don't get me wrong I'm having a great time, I still feel awful but on the bright side I'm much better then I was last week so I'm looking forward to next week."

"Run! It's just around the corner." Chicago had graced us with heavy rain during our trek home from the baseball, we stopped huffing and puffing at Punk's doorstep, "Well some unexpected cardio might work off the hotdogs." He joked; he took my hand off my head and pushed a stray dark lock behind my ear "I doubt it you did eat two, a pretzel and a packet of jacks." He laughed "You mean cracker jacks?" I raised my eyebrows, "You know what I mean." He fiddled with his lip ring nervously, "What's wrong?" I asked, "I'm going to do something, so just relax." He placed a hand behind my neck and pulled me in closer; I closed my eyes anticipating our lips meeting. The door opened and we pulled apart quickly, "Hey kids, I thought you would catch a wee little cold. When did you get back?" Scott asked with his head poking out of Punk's front door, "Just then, glad you made yourself at home." Punk said pushing the door open, he turned back to face me, "Well Australia you coming in for pizza and a movie?" he asked, "Sure guess I don't mind hanging out with you Yanks." I joked letting myself in past Punk and Scott. I'm not sure if Scott's interruption was a blessing or a curse.

"Here" Punk threw a clean tshirt and basketball shorts at me, "Thanks." I replied, "Bathrooms down the hallway second on the left." I nodded, I made my way down the hallway admiring the interesting comic artwork that plastered the walls, I closed the bathroom door and undressed, I put on the black Nike basketball shorts rolling them up so they didn't fall around my ankles and a band t-shirt with the logo Pennywise, I'm assuming it must be some obscure band he likes; my phone buzzed from the back pocket of my jeans, I checked the caller i.d, Wade Barrett. I let the phone buzz a few times before I answered:

"Hello."

"Hi Bethany."

"Wade."

"I'm sorry I didn't respond to your text message and missed call."

I didn't say anything, what did he expect me to say? "Oh it's no problem, I love it when you ignore me when I'm trying to get answers."

"How have you been?"

"Fine, you?"

"Not good."

"Oh."

"Yeah"

Cue awkward silence!

"Heard your wining the Diva's title congrads."

"Thanks it was a shock."

"We should talk, I've been think a lot…"

Here we go, 'I've been thinking a lot about us and I think we should be friends." Blah, blah, blah.

"I've been a wanker and I want to make it up to you, what are you doing now?"

Fuck.

"I'm at Punk's house, wearing his clothes. Oh! And I nearly kissed him on his doorstep." I don't think that's the best answer.

"Shopping but I have plans later."

"Oh okay, how about we go out for breakfast Monday morning before we catch our flight?"

"Sure, text me the details okay. I've got to go."

"Okay Bethany. See you at the arena."

I ended the call with butterflies in my stomach, I had a deep breath, what am I going to do? I asked myself this many times before but now I had to make a decision, "Australia are you okay, did you fall down the toilet?" Punk knocked on the door causing me to jump, "Yeah just trying to make myself look beautiful." I joked, "I'll be back in twenty to thirty minutes then." I threw the door open, "Hey! That was mean." I cried before cracking a smile, "I kid, I kid, I promise. Hurry up there's a shitty slasher on TV and we are about to order pizza." At least that will distract for a few hours.