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Ch15

Honor

Four weeks later

"Got a problem?" I huff, glaring at a pair of murky green eyes in the mirror. He has his ear-phones in his ears but he can read my lips just fine. His penetrating stare is unnerving, so unnerving that I call it quits to escape his sight. To others he is glaring a hole through the mirror but in actuality he was watching my reflection, searching for any trace of a lie, any trace of emotion. He really thinks he has me figured out; he's thinking wrong and guess what? It offends me that he would accuse me of using sex to secure my spot on the roster. Sex sells but sex is also cheap and it is always in supply. Why should I sleep my way to the top and then have nothing to contribute, no real skills to thrive in the wrestling industry? Sex is great but it not a great bartering tool.

I rush to the ladies locker room, ignoring the twinge in my left shoulder to grab my phone and to towel off, when I get it I see that I have two missed calls and four texts. One call from Randy and the other from Dimitri, as for the texts all of them were from Dimitri and all of the messages say the same thing:

Pooka, CALL ME!

-11:59 AM

DJ

CALL ME!

-12:02 PM

DJ

Pooka! Fucking answer your fucking phone! CALL ME BACK!

12:17 PM

DJ

Frantically I dial Dimitri's number, he answers on the first half of the first ring. "DJ what did you need to tell me?"

"Bitch! Are you okay?!" His usually soft spoken voice is loud and panicked. I laugh because of his concern. I know exactly what he is talking about, my shoulder. Avery landed wrong delivering a Samoan Drop to me. I wasn't completely positioned to protect myself before she hit it. She didn't take her time to set up the move safely as a result we both ended up injured and I ended up with the worse part of it.

"DJ I'm fine. Is this why you've been blowing up my phone? You know those people that run the dirt sheets make everything much worse than it really is…"

"Pooka I know you're hurt-"

"Don't Pooka me DJ, I'm fine. Why didn't you tell me you were at the show last night, jackass? I could've gotten you back stage…"

"I didn't tell you because I had to leave right after. I almost cancelled my photo-shoot to stay and take you to the hospital but I was assured there was a medical staff in the back after raising some hell and getting put out."

"Aww well DJ that is exactly what you get for acting like a dumbass. I'm fine really bro... I'm going to have to call you later though."

"I will make sure I call too, bitch don't make a mothafucka have to blow your phone up be-cause you know I will!" Dimitri says as if he were his favorite character Lafayette Reynolds from True Blood and it cracks me up. He imitates him perfectly.

"Bye Bitch," I chuckle into the receiver. "I love you DJ."

"I love you too bitch," We both make kissy noises through the receiver as if we had actually exchanged them. After that the call ends and I'm back to my simmering anger and the burning in my shoulder.

Preoccupied with Tumblr I scroll through and reblog some stuff, trying to ignore my shoulder while lounging in the lobby waiting on Randy to finish his work out. Rustling in front of me steals my attention from my blog and causes the smile on my face to drop. Punk is sitting across from me smirking at me.

"Avoiding me Pooka?" he chuckles at the name, "What kind of name is that anyway? It sounds sugary much like you do all the time. It is utterly sickening," Punk chuckles while nestling himself further into the oversized couch.

I stare at him in silence wanting to bite his head off. I haven't spoken with him in four weeks since he basically called me a whore. Anytime we were in the same room together we've been surrounded by people so I wouldn't have to go talk to him. All the while making it easier to give him the cold shoulder.

"You aren't going to speak to me?" His gaze searches as the smirk on his face widens, offset-ting the dimple on the right side of his face, "Okay, then I guess I'll sit here talking to myself maybe you'll respond before someone decides I belong in a white jacket."

I shrug then look back at my phone, and scroll down my dashboard with his eyes trained on me.

"How is your shoulder?" Again I stare holes through him, making sure I don't move a muscle. After an hour and a half of lifting and other using the upper body equipment my shoulder is on fire. I knew Punk was watching our match last night and when Avery fucked up the move he was among the first people to scold her. He gave the tongue lashing of a lifetime and afterwards she called me bawling her eyes out, she wanted to apologize. "Okay I get it. You are giving me the silent treatment, I would think you would know how childish you are acting. You aren't hurting anyone one bit, Honor. You are the one who's acting completely asinine. Your immaturity is showing both with you ignoring me and you not taking this injury serious, which by the way is highly unprofessional. The adult thing to do would be to go get checked out."

"Are you ready love?" Randy walked up on my right flank, he is speaking to me but his eyes were locked on Punk, his expression unreadable.

"Yeah. I am." I wince as I push my sore body off the comfy black arm chair. Randy waits until I take the lead and spins around to follow me, daring Punk to drift into uncharted territory. Thankfully he doesn't say a word.

"Honor, I hate to admit that Punk is right… You need to go to the hospital, get an x-ray and maybe an MRI too. There could be some torn ligaments and what not."

"How many times do I have to tell you I'm fine?" He raises his eyebrow as he holds the door open for me.

"I'll only go if you go with me?"

"Even if I can't go with you…you're going but I'll talk to Vince and we'll see what happens. I'm not making any promises." I lean into his side as he drapes his long arm around my waist and tucks me to his side. We walk out to the back of the gym to the parking lot where the bus is waiting on us.

For the rest of the day and night my shoulder is the catalyst of all my moodiness. Randy attempts to put up with it for a while but grows frustrated with me and oh how I feel for him because he has to deal with me. I'll be the first to say I'm a pain in the ass, so I know Randy's nerves are fraying.