"Are you okay, Phil?"
CM Punk looked up at his girlfriend sat opposite him. Running his hand through his hair, he attempted to smile. "Yeah, just have some stuff on my mind, that's all. Don't worry about me."
"The Heyman situation?" Lita asked, her brow furrowing. She reached out to take Punk's hand in hers. "Babe, I'm sure it will..."
Punk sighed loudly, pushing Lita away. The last thing he needed right now was yet more sympathy. In fact, he really didn't want to see anyone at the moment, let alone Lita. She meant well, of course. But all things considered, her presence was making Punk feel even more anxious and guilty than he already felt. His hand traced over the 13 staples in his head and he winced, remembering the blow to his head from the ladder. His head throbbed as a constant reminder of Money In The Bank, a constant reminder of Paul Heyman, and, most importantly, a constant reminder of betrayal. Leaning back in his chair, Punk gently rubbed his temples.
"Amy, I'm not really in the mood for talking." Punk finally said, unable to meet Lita's eyes. "I just feel...I don't even know, Amy. I can't really describe it."
"You miss him, don't you?"
At Lita's words, Punk froze. Of course, he was disgustingly hurt by Heyman's actions, but was that really it? Was that really why Punk had felt so upset and depressed since Heyman had cut him off? It would make sense. Punk thought back to Payback, how during the match Heyman had stood ringside, cheering. They had been best friends. Yet again, Punk had screwed up something good in his life.
"Don't be an idiot." spat Punk. "That idiot? There's no way I miss him. I have better friends than that. For all I care, he can fuck off with Lesnar." Laughing, he glanced up at Lita. Her concerned face stared back at him. She knew he was lying. Punk wondered if she knew that he was hiding something from her.
So Heyman had kissed him nearly a week ago. It wasn't as if it had meant anything to Punk. He knew it was just another trick from the King of manipulation, Paul Heyman. Even if Heyman genuinely had feelings for Punk, (The thought of Heyman having any sort of emotions nearly made Punk burst out laughing.), then why would he get Brock Lesnar involved? It made no sense, thought Punk. Heyman had strictly stated that he wanted a business relationship with his client, of which that included Lesnar.
Punk was dragged out of his thoughts by his girlfriend coughing loudly. Her concern had quickly turned into anger, and her hands were shaking. Muttering something under her breath, her top lip curled almost in disgust. "I thought you were always honest with me, Phillip." she smirked. "Why don't you tell me the truth?"
He stood up, angrily. "I'm going home, Amy. I'll call you later."
"I don't think you should bother, Phil." Pushing her chair back loudly and grabbing her bag, Lita got up. "I know you're lying. And I know you're hiding something from me."
"Amy..." Punk stepped forward and reached out for her as she turned her back on him. Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she walked away swiftly.
"Have fun in Texas!" she called as she loudly slammed the door shut.