Ch24

"Honor?" There's a small hand waving in my face. Why? "Yoo-hoo! Earth to Honor!"

"Whoa what?" I shake my head, dispelling all those pesky thoughts that have been plaguing my mind since earlier today. The same table that he, Colt, Lars and Kofi are congregated around arguing over a baseball game.

"Tell me! What's got you so down? Cheer up!" Avery is a slight girl no more than a buck twenty and more of a mother to me. She has a small oval face and dark brown eyes, a small little heart shaped mouth and an earthy like beauty are her strong points.

"If I tell you, you have to promise me you won't get mad…" Her keen eyes search mine as I hear the guys roar all wound up over the game.

"Honor, why am I getting mad?" She squints her eyes waiting, "is it something about Dean?"

I snicker at her conclusion, Dean Ambrose is her wrestling crush, celebrity crush, and real life crush. He always has been on her radar since she found out who he was. When we worked down in developmental all I would hear about was Dean. When she would get to meet him, discuss matches with him, etc. Whenever he'd come down to work with us kids she'd always be right behind the curtain watching his matches, studying. When we got called up to work this new program she had hoped she'd end up being paired with him. Her hopes were crushed when she found out he had opted not work exclusively with the female talent. Recently they've been hanging out and it seems that Punk couldn't give two fucks, I thought they were… "No. How would I- never mind…"

"Then what's your deal. You act as if you're hiding something from me! I swear, don't make me tickle it out of you!"

Her fingers reach for my armpit causing me to squeak and snort, "Stop! I'll tell you!"

"Okay, let's hear it." I tuck my foot under me and grab her pillow.

Mentally I count to three, "I fucked Punk!"

Avery giggles reminding me of the owl from Winnie the Pooh, "Is that all?"

My eyes bug out at her lack of shock, "You aren't mad?"

"No way honey. It was fun while it lasted but we decided to keep our relationship strictly professional." Aves just shrugs at me, "What are you gonna do about Randy? You'd better not hurt him again. I had to deal with seeing him beat my baby to a pulp on four separate occasions while you were gone."

"I don't know how I'm gonna tell Randy! He's going to kill me! Aves help me!" frantically I whisper to her gripping both her shoulders and shaking her.

"Whoa now! I don't want whiplash. Sit him down and talk to him. He's reasonable he'll listen. He has no right to get angry at you for doing something he's probably the king of. I swear there was a different whore each night."

"What?!" I hope Avery is shitting me because I had sex with him. Lots of unprotected sex at that. Oh hell! I damn sure need to get tested again now. "Avery don't you dare fuck with me! What has Randy been doing while I was out of action?"

She stares at me and I can see the regret for what she's about to say, "What hasn't he been doing while you were away?"

"You know what fuck it. Just ugh, fuck him. What about this thing between you and Dean?" I switch the subject to her so I can try not to think about how fucked this is… on both ends. "When did this start?"

She laughs, "When Punk started paying attention to you during training sessions. Gradually during training he'd always compare me to you or AJ. It pissed me off but then I realized he was smitten with you or he just really likes you."

"What?" Avery rolls her eyes at how stupefied I am. "No he didn't Aves."

"Yeah. Yes that's how it is. I know he didn't mean any harm but you know him. When he's into something…he's—he's in it."

….

"Hey guys," both Avery and I chime in unison. We join the boys because I don't want to dwell on the whole Randy situation. I go for the seat right next to Punk and he scoots over for me. The guy with all the tattoos, his name is Lars (I found that out earlier) clears a spot on the couch for Avery, the men are comfortable with her because she actually was here last night. I'm still garnering funny looks from Colt.

"Want some?" I ask as Punk glances down at me munching on some baby carrots and grapes.

"Sure," he reaches over and sticks his hand in the Ziploc bag and pulls out a couple. Randomly he elbows me, so I retaliate by doing it back. The amusement on his face clear as day, he and I horse around with each other while the guys try to watch a documentary. Almost everyone ignores me and Punk all swaddled up in each other but halfway through the movie it becomes very apparent that Colt has questions.

I'm almost asleep in leaning against Avery when I hear Colt's scratchy deep voice, "Punk what the hell?"

He cocks his eyebrow at Colt, "What?"

"What is this, Punkers?" He eyes me, his expression unreadable, "Well who the hell is she? What happened between you and Amy?"

"We took a break." He grumbles. I can barely keep my eyes open because I'm so tired. Almost everything is hazy and sitting between Avery and Punk is so warm and comfy, I decide to ignore him.

"You and her? It's not going to work." I assume Colt is looking at me with contempt. I hear Avery gasp, at Colt's brazenness.

"Colt, stay out of it. Lay off I don't care about half of the broads you stick your cock in." He probably shoots Colt a warning look.

"Alright, but I'll tell you right now. I don't like her." Avery gets up probably looking at him again taking on the Owl expression. Colt doesn't back down.

I think I mumble, "Guys please..."

Avery stands gently shaking my shoulder, "Come on girly you need sleep."

"No I've got her Avery you go on and enjoy the movie. Excuse my friend." Punk picks me up bridal style and carries me to his room at the back of the bus and lays me on the bed. Almost instantly I drift off thankful that I can catch up on sleep. After a solid two days of… everything I'm exhausted and just thankful for sleep.