So who was it? - C
Chapter Eighteen – Wake Up
"Will you put it down and get back here?" Wade sat with his back to the bedhead, one hand holding his iPad reading news on the English Premier League and the other sipping coffee.
"Look at the matching pair though!" I exclaimed holding his championship next to mine, he looked up over his iPad and motioned to the spot next to him, which I crawled over to him snuggling into the crook of his arm and taking the iPad in my hands, "I wasn't done with that." He chuckled; he put down his coffee to inspect the stitches in my hair, "Don't care. Is your twitter app set up? I want to check what trending."
"Yeah. Do you want me to help you set up yours?" he asked as he gently parted my hair.
I shrugged "Maybe later, I just learnt how to use it on the computer it might overload my brain." I swiped to what's trending, "Hey! I'm still trending!" I said excitedly scrolling down, "Oh I'm trending again, hashtag Sydney Myers and hashtag Australia's Diva's Champ. I'll update my thingy later." Wade reach over and screen shot the picture, "For safe keeping. How's your head by the way?" he asked, I put the iPad down and snuggled against his naked chest "It hurts but it's a war scar which I will wear proudly." I felt his chest rise with laughter, "You're so brave." He said sarcastically, he pulled me down to the middle of the bed, "When I asked you to breakfast did you imagine it would be like this?" He kissed my cheek, "Nope, did you?" I pushed a stray lock of hair out of his eyes, "In my dreams." I snorted, "You're so lame." I pulled him closer for a kiss, "I'm sorry." He mumbled into my lips, "Me too." He lifted the hem of my oversized Knicks t-shirt, "Hey, I'm Diva's champ now you should ask nicely." He smothered my neck with kisses, "I didn't have to ask nicely last night." I smiled squeezing my legs tighter together, "Fine, you get a pass this once." I joked; he moved on top of me,
"Oh I'm going to need another more then one pass." He made a trail of kisses down my neck and to my collarbone; I moaned I missed his kisses.
"Wait before we start again for the fourth time is it? I lost count. We need to finish breakfast I'm starving." He sighed and allowed me to move to the room service tray, I gave Wade his omelet while I enjoyed my eggs benedict, Wade finished his plate quickly, "Are you done yet?" he asked impatiently, I finished my final piece,
"Done!" I cried putting my plate on the bedside table, He grabbed me and pulled me down, "Now where were we?" he asked continuing his kisses,
"Mmm... Just there I think." I muttered.
"I haven't had a chance to talk to you since the Elimination Chamber last night, how does it feel to be the new Diva's Champion?" Josh Matthews asked, we stood in the sectioned off interview area backstage, I worn a green and black metallic variation of my new attire and held my title proudly on my shoulder.
"It's a dream come true. I've been a fan for so many years and to hold the title in my hands," I paused and smiled, "it's very hard to describe but in simple terms its incredible. I'm excited to walk out tonight in Aurora for the first time as champ, Aksana is not prepared for what I have in store for her."
"Now I'm normally not one to gossip but did you share you win with anyone special?"
"I may have. But that's all you guys will get out of me." I pointed to the camera, "I have a match to prepare for, always a pleasure Josh."
Punk waited patiently on the side for me, two scripts in his hand and the other holding his phone, I walked over trying to psych myself up not to act awkward. He handed me the script, "Do you want to read over it?" I flicked through the few pages that he had highlighted,
"Nah I think we will be fine. I've got a match soon anyway." I went to walk away but he stopped me.
"Be honest with me right now, what happened last night isn't going to come between our ability to work together." He looked down with a furrowed brow.
"Of course not we are adults, I just have a match right now, we can talk about it in gorilla afterwards." I emphasized on the word 'adults', I tried to take another step but he blocked the way.
"What about our friendship?" He asked; his eyes were searching my face for an answer.
I was starting to get angry, tension was building up in my chest and all I wanted to do was scream at him and tell him that he was a fuckwit and stomp my feet like a five year old having a tantrum.
"We have never really been friends." I spoke honestly and pushed past him, I readjusted my title and walked down the hallway to gorilla.
I raised my title above my head in victory and bowed to the crowd while waiting for my cue. Punk's music hit and he strutted out towards the ring as Justin Robert's announced him, a fake smile spread across my face when he slide in under the ropes and kissed my cheek and held my hand, from the crowd and viewers eyes we were both acting cuddly and whispering sweet nothings into each others ear, luckily the they couldn't hear what we were really saying, "Why are you acting like a psycho back there?" he asked his arm slid around my waist and his breath was hot on my ear, "So I'm 'psycho' for being honest?" he pulled me close to his chest, "Why are you being so weird about this?" he asked, I was struggling to keep my smile and composure, "Why the hell do you think? I snapped back, "You can't answer a question with a question. Why are you acting weird?" Wade's music filled the arena but I ignored it, "I'm sick of you and your games." I kissed Punk on his cheek and made my way to the back but I was stopped by six men waiting for me at the top of the ramp, I heard Punk jump out of the ring and grab my arm putting himself in-between me and the goons, "Go! Up the stairs!" I nodded wordlessly and jumped over the barrier, through the crowd and into the back.
They cut to me during the match at times watching the television monitor backstage looking worried while Wade gave Punk vicious hits to the stomach, at the end of the match Punk prepared Wade for the GTS but it was cut short by his gang getting into the ring, but Punk was fast, he bailed out of the ring and ran to the ramp they showed me running to grab our bags and the keys to a car, followed by a shot of Punk running backstage with the men running behind him, he called out my name, Wade barked orders, "Find her." Two men broke off to find me while the others followed Punk, the cameraman ran after me as I opened the boot and threw our bags into the boot, got into the drivers seat and turned on the ignition, I opened the window and called out to Punk who on cue dashed around the corner and quickly entered the car, "Go! Go!" he yelled as we took off out of the underground car park.
We ended the segment and I walked back down the ramp to Wade who twirled me around before pulling me into a tight hug,
"You alright?" he asked, he lifted my chin.
"I will be, you get a bit scary sometimes." I smiled weakly,
"I'm sorry, but at least I'm doing a good job if I scare my own girlfriend." He joked, one of the guys behind Wade spoke, "Watch it you might be in the dog house." I laughed and agreed,
"The dog house is the Four Seasons compared to where he is now."
"What? You serious?" he asked,
"Just kidding." I spoke, "I have to have a shower and get changed, meet you later?" I asked as I headed back to the locker room,
"Catch ya."
I headed back to the empty locker room; I grabbed my jumper and put it over my mouth screaming as loud as I could into it. It was killing me that I had to act like Punk and I were together when he left me, my mind was exhausted from the seesaw of emotion I had for him, I hated him but I loved him and being around him was killing me. I sat down on the bench and closed my eyes, my breathing was fast and I tried my best to calm myself down. I jumped when my phone beeped with a new text message,
'Meet you out by the car. Wade x.'
'Sure give me 10 to get my stuff together x.'
I quickly showered and pulled on my jeans, white off the shoulder knit jumper and brown leather knee-high boots, gathered my stuff and headed out of the arena. Wade was leaning against his rental car waiting; I ran over to him, dropped my bag and pulled him down for a kiss,
"Whoa Bethany, are you okay?" he asked breathless, he pulled me closer and I put my hands around his knee bringing him closer for another kiss,
"Nothing now." I smiled; he pushed my hair behind my ear and smiled,
"Good, lets get you to the airport." He kissed me again and opened the passenger door and I got inside waiting for him to put the bags in the boot of the car, he sat in the drivers seat and pulled out of the arena,
"I have a little surprise for you." He spoke with a cheeky smile on his face,
"Is it a pony?" I joked; he shook his head and laughed,
"No, I arrive in Tampa on Wednesday night so we can spend Thursday together before we leave for Washington," He put his hand on mine; I noticed it was something he liked doing while he drove. "And there is something for you in the glove box." I opened it with my free hand and found a pair of keys.
"What are these?" I asked,
"Second set of keys to my house," I looked over at him confused "I thought you might like a set, maybe let yourself in on Wednesday and wait for me to get home. Are you cool with that?"
"I'm very cool with that." I leant over and kissed his cheek. My anxiety was finally calming down, I looked at Wade through my eyelashes and smiled to myself. How did I get this lucky?