Ch26
Four months later
Electricity is prickling through the air we're starting the Road to WrestleMania tour in a few days, but people are buzzing for the rookies' one year anniversary on the main roster. I would be too except my rookie left me, she had every right to. Though her reasoning is tainted by her own wrong doing she's right. Honor should be mad at me. Hell after that episode happened no one wanted one thing to do with me in that locker room. I'm figuratively walking on eggshells. That night in the arena has haunted me for four months. I said some cruel things to her. Most of which she didn't deserve. Though they're few and far between now, that outburst cost me some of the respect I'd earned again. Honor's expression has haunted me for four months. Seeing her with CM Punk is a slap to an open wound. Damnit I fucked up!
"Hey Ran, you are coming out with us tonight." John looks at me his dimples folding as he watches his girlfriend Nikki sitting in the makeup chair. He's fiddling with his watch. "Don't you want to be a little more formal than that?"
"Yeah and no." I mutter watching the dark haired woman purse her lips together touching up her lip stick. I used to think she was really hot and I still do but Honor... I miss her. Everything about her I miss, holding her, the sex, and her strange idiosyncrasies.
"Either you're going to stop looking like a scolded puppy or you're going to get over her." John nods down the hall, everyone is getting ready to go on to the next city or out at the end of the show. Doesn't really concern me though; I opened the show tonight. Honor is standing in front of Punk smoothing his shirt down, he's grimacing pulling at the shirt sleeves and rolling his eyes. He must really be into her because the guy dresses up on one occasion and that is always for the Hall of Fame ceremony.
"I don't know, John. I don't know." Punk sticks his tongue out at her then places his hands on her round hips pulling her to him for a slow kiss. Neither of the two care that they can be seen. God the action kills me, "Ew. That should be me with her like that."
"Well are you gonna fix it or what? I'm tired of seeing you mope around watching those two." Punk's disgusting hands travel a little farther to her bottom and she reaches behind pulling his hands away. She smiles coyly and shakes her head no. Honor is wearing a tight fitting purple dress and stiletto heels. The dress highlights her hips and chest very well, while the color does wonders for her brown skin, her hair is falling in a silky curtain down her back just grazing her butt. "Make her remember what you guys had."
I stare at John his hands in his slacks pockets, "…Now you're supporting our relationship?'
"Yes." He isn't lying either, not that he's a great liar any way.
"Why?" I scowl at him clenching my jaw.
"She made you happy. She belongs with you. She and Punk are cute together but she's yours. You get that dopey smirk on your face that makes me want to hurl. You're not even you. It's unlike you to be quiet and all that jazz. Yeah, you both made mistakes, but yours was far worse because you threw her right into the arms of another man."
Honor flashes a blinding smile at Punk and he glances around and pulls her into the nearby conference room. She protests slightly he then picks her up kissing her then kicks the door shut. My blood boils at the thought of him touching her in the most intimate places. "You know what? That might have been the most useful advice you've ever given me John Boy..." He sneers at me for calling him that.
"Would you cut that out?" John grumbles.
I snicker at his newest agitation.