thanks again to RochelleCO4, Crazy WiAtch, velocirptor and the guest, how you guys enjoyed Hell In A Cell, it was fucking amazing, i loved every minute, WWE are in Manchester in 2 weeks and I am so excited, it's not even a joke. Just thought I'd give you guys 2 weeks notice, here's another chapter, hope it doesn't disappoint, don't forget to review/follow/favourite w/e :)
Phoebe applied the black liquid eyeliner on the top of her lid, flicking it outwards. Satisfied she moved onto false lashes and mascara, she admitted this wasn't really her, if anything, she wore minimal make up compared to the rest of the girls. She had sorted her brows, eyes and lips, while the girls had gone so far as to get a spray tan, waxes in all the little crooks and crannies, manicures and pedicures. Phoebe even hated conditioning her own hair, yet here she had made extra effort with hers, letting it fall down her back in soft curls.
She had left Punk's room early last night, she couldn't sit comfortably knowing that she was seconds away from betraying April, considering she had been so nice to her the following day and ever since the two first met, she was nothing but nice to her.
"You're going to get laid tonight," was all AJ could muster up.
"Me? What about you? You've already got Punk wrapped around your little finger, it's a matter of time before he makes it official."
AJ had introduced Phoebe to some of her friends on the roster, Paige who was currently in development and Kaitlyn who had been with her since the first day AJ had set foot into the company. They would soon meet with the rest of the girls once they got down to the lobby. Paige had gone for a leather bralette and wet-look leggings whereas Kaitlyn opted for simple white bandeau dress that did wonders to her curves. Phoebe sometimes just couldn't believe how stunning the women were, they were practically flawless she just knew that by the time she was in the club her self-esteem would soon be out the window. AJ was still getting ready, faffing with her hair when it was already perfectly brushed and straightened, then touching up on make up when it was already done, Phoebe knew all too well that it was least likely that Punk wasn't going to give a shit, she just got the impression that it wasn't looks that Punk opted for first. Neither of them had texted each other all day, mostly because of how awkward things had been since last night.
"Okay, I'm ready."
AJ was going to knock Punk dead, her sexy strapless dress rode high up her coffee coloured thighs, red, ankle converse adorned her feet because she was the only sane one out of all the girls. Phoebe wasn't feeling jealous which had surprised her, seeing as she was going to be spending her night dancing with a handsome bleached blonde man. The thought made her lips curl all the way towards the lobby, and when she had spotted him within the midst of attractive wrestlers she saw that he had his back turned away from her. Creeping up behind him she placed both hands over his eyes, similarly to how she did a couple day before.
"Guess who, sexy?" she softly spoke in his ear.
He took hold of her hands, kissing the back of them gently before turning around to see her wearing the sexiest black sparkle dress, extremely low v neck, the sleeves long sleeved however Nick was yet to discover that the dress was in fact backless. The dress was short, and Phoebe had to occasionally shuffle the dress down her legs because she was so scared of bending down and revealing way too much. Nick remained admiring the V neck revealing just the right amount of flesh, while Phoebe took in Nick's blazer and skin tine smart pants, Nick was so suave it made Phoebe's knees buckle. She noticed his hair had been left so that his roots were more defines, Phoebe had told him countless amount of times that roots were beyond sexy, whereas Nick begged to differ. The bastard hadn't dyed his hair for me.
"You are beyond beautiful right now, I can't even think of the right word. Perfect. You're perfect."
Phoebe's face grew red, "Likewise, thanks for not touching up on those roots, you know how sexy I find them. Turn around."
Nick hesitantly obliged and she got a good look of how great Nick's butt looked in those pants, she bit her lip in appreciation and motioned him to turn back around. When he did, the grin that had been plastered before vanished replacing itself with a cold, hard gaze.
"Punk's staring at you."
"Tonight's not about him, it's about me and you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Good, because I was hoping we could grab dinner before we headed off to the club, it's up to you but I don't want to get too drunk tonight and I know you don't really drink so, what do you say?"
"That's perfect, I just feel a bit slutty now," Phoebe grumbled, readjusting her dress once more, she seriously wished she had gone for a bigger size.
"Phoebe you look fine and you're beautiful as always, you look nothing like a slut, now come on," Nick's arm snaked around her waist pulling her closer towards him, he leaned in to softly peck on her lips and she reciprocated almost instantly. Phoebe missed the way his lips felt on hers, lust devoured them and the pair didn't really give a fuck about anyone else that was around them. April stood by wide eyed as well as everyone else around the lobby area, were they missing something?
Punk began chewing on his lip ring nervously, seeing April in that dress had already gotten his pants a little tighter yet he just couldn't stop thinking about the woman who had her lips locked on another guy. He had almost made out with Phoebe last night, which had made him feel incredibly uncomfortable when he realised that AJ had asked him out to Matt's birthday palooza at some club.
"You clean up nice."
"Such a charmer, Mr Brooks. Likewise, I'm glad you didn't shave, I'm really starting to like the way this beard feels."
"You have an unhealthy obsession with beards."
"Beard fetish, I'm really happy you decided to come out tonight, I know this isn't your scene and I apologize in advance – "
"Hey, it's Matt's birthday, and trust me I always get a kick out of watching the lot of you get drunk. It's hilarious and besides there's always one doozy who gets way too drunk and needs a ride back to the hotel so I appoint myself as designated – driver."
"How thoughtful, Punk."
"You'd be surprised. By the way you look beautiful tonight April," she responded with a blush and the two of them got inside a cab, here's to a long night, thought Punk.
The club was beyond packed, the music deafening Punk's ears. If anything he really wanted to just find a quiet spot in a corner and put in some ear buds instead of listening to the generic drone that would be blaring all night, he knew what his friends back home in Chicago would say if they saw him right now, laughing there asses off at him. Matt was over by the bar, taking shot after shot after shot with Mike and Cena, Punk guessed this was supposed to be fun but internally he would beg to differ. After finishing he immediately spotted him and bounced over towards him and April, enthusiastically he smacked his buddy over the back, he could feel and smell the sweat that clung to Matt's shirt, good luck getting laid tonight Ryder.
"Hey man, thanks so much for coming, means a lot bro! April, damn girl I'm extra happy you came." Phil steadied him as he was almost about to fall on top of her.
"Keep your hands to yourself man, she's with me."
"What about Phoebe?"
"What about her?" Punk blurted quickly.
"I thought you were with her, since you know, you're always together and you both had really good chemistry."
"We're friends Matt, friends spend time with each other. Nothing more," he gritted his teeth
"Sorry, guess I was wrong," Matt pouted. April shot Punk a look and reached up to give him a hug, "Happy Birthday Matt."
"Happy Birthday dude," smirking Punk wandered off to find themselves a table.
"He's really happy you came, you know." April beamed, he knew that she felt exactly the same way. "Want me to get you a Pepsi?"
"You know me too well," he winked, giving him a peck she scurried off towards the bar. He sat patiently twiddling his thumbs, he remembered when birthdays always used to be about the cake, twister and pin the fucking donkey. He wondered idly about his childhood, the countless amount of times he had gone to birthday parties like that and never had one like the other kids, it seemed so petty thinking how upset he had gotten back then, but truth was he was still a kid at heart, a comic book reading nerd who loved to mosh. April returned back with drinks, she had opted for a strawberry Margherita, while he had gone for a Pepsi straight from the can. That was when he actually spotted Phoebe in the club, her eyes locked with his for a moment, a smile quipped at her lips and she whispered something in Nick's ear before making her way over towards there table. The way he gazed at her didn't go unnoticed by April, and it had left an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, in her mind Phoebe was a way more attractive woman than she was, she was also wittier and smarter, it took a serious knock to her self-confidence and even though they were supposedly friends, she was overcome with envy.
"Hey you two." Phoebe flopped down next to him, grinning from ear to ear.
"Where did you and Dolphin wander off to? We were supposed to get a cab with you."
"He wanted to take me out to dinner, plus I hadn't eaten all day so we grabbed some pizza nothing big. He's a big sweetie."
"And he's hot," Phil commented sarcastically, the two ladies turned to look at him raising his eyebrows, ignoring him the girls continued giggling with girl talk while Punk zoned out, sipping on his Pepsi occasionally grinning when he saw people topple over in there drunken state.
"I'm going to go see if Nick will dance with me, later April, later Punk." She wondered off into the sea of dancing sweaty people, it wasn't hard to spot Nick and it didn't take long until the pair had landed on the dance floor.
"Let's dance, Phil. Please," April yelled over the heavy music, tugging at his arm.
"You're shitting me, right? I don't dance."
"Punky," she pouted, batting her eyelashes at him. "Please Philly."
"Fine, fine, just quit the puppy dog eyes." Phil sighed, hesitantly getting up and following April onto the dance floor, he was starting to regret it the moment "Sexy and I Know It" started playing and there were sweaty people all around him dancing drunkenly. He started rolling his eyes and grumbling, until he saw April swaying her hips towards him, flipping her hair from side to side getting the feel for the music. Punk admired how care-free she looked, a wide smile spread across her face, her hands reaching for him, pulling him closer. There were many things he liked about April, and he suddenly had one more thing to add to the list, her exceptional dance moves.
Phoebe topped the last content of her gin and tonic, she wanted to opt for something stronger but the early flight to Stamford was the only thing stopping her from partying. Nick knew hence getting food before coming to the bar, which she now appreciated. She had enough dancing for a bit so she decided to rest her feet for a while. Nick had wrapped an arm around her torso.
"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" She realised that Nick actually had a bit too much to drink, she blamed Mike however he seemed to be enjoying himself nonetheless.
"Thanks," Phoebe beamed, she was feeling slightly buzzed, shying away when Nick pressed his lips on her cheek.
"You having fun?"
"Lots, thank you. You have been an excellent date." It was her turn to press her lips against his, his fingers combing through her hair. She could taste the bitter taste of vodka however she slipped her tongue into his, a low stir occurring below. His hand rested on her ass, squeezing it gently which made Phoebe giggle against his lips.
"What?" Nick smirked.
"Just remembering the first time we met and you said I 'put the ass in assistant'."
Nick groaned, rubbing his temples; Phoebe could not hold in her laughter.
"You're not going to let that go are you?"
"Nope," she pressed her lips again before dragging him again on the dance floor, some dumb pop song started playing however she was still having a great time. Her back was turned towards him, and she closed her eyes swaying as his hands trailed everywhere he could possibly reach. In hindsight they both knew there would be people watching and yet the both of them were just caught up in the moment. Neither one knew where this would lead to, her confused feelings for Punk, Nick's brutal break up with Amy, it was hard to tell what both of them wanted.
Watching Phoebe grind on Nick had just sent Phil ticking over the edge, what did she think she was doing, Punk thought harshly. April had already scurried off with her girls, he assured her that she would have much fun partying with her female friends than with him. His eyes narrowed at the way Nick was touching her and he just couldn't deny the jealousy that devoured him. After the horror of 3 more songs Phoebe decided to let Nick have fun with the boys, her eyes scanned the room until she found the man she was looking for.
"Hey, you."
"What's up?"
"Surprised to see you here, didn't think this was your scene."
"It isn't. But April insisted."
"She's been talking about you non-stop, worrying about how she looks, you know the girly stuff."
"She looks great, she knows it." The two nodded in acknowledgment and then fell an uncomfortable silence, Punk began spinning his IPhone on the table while Phoebe watched it aimlessly. Phoebe was first to break the silence.
"Are we just going to forget about what happened last night?"
"Why? What happened last night?" Punk muttered nonchalantly.
Phoebe just stared, was he taking the piss?
"What?"
"What?"
"What the fuck do you mean 'what happened last night?" Phoebe attempted to do Punk's raspy, low voice, getting a laugh out of him.
"I assumed you forgot, you know, by the way you were grinding on Mr fucking Ziggles over there."
Phoebe scoffed, grabbing her clutch she stormed out of the club. Her heels clanked against the metal grid, each step emphasising her anger. She was beyond livid and not even the cold night air could calm her down, she even attempted to breath in and out, heavily and slowly, and although there were goosebumps all over her skin, she was seething. Punk's brows knitted together, she was the one that was angry? If anyone had a reason to be angry, it should surely be him, grumbling he sprinted after her.
"Phoebe!"
She didn't respond and carried on walking.
"For fuck's sake, Phoebe. Could you get your head out of your ass for one second?!"
"What the fuck Phil? What the fucking fuck?" He was a little taken aback when she called him Phil, however he was still frustrated with her tone and childishness.
"What is your problem? What have I done?" he yelled.
"It's not what you did, it's what you said, you asshole! How dare you sit there and pretend last night didn't happen, all I wanted to do tonight was have a nice night with Nick. You knew I wasn't 100% about going on this date, I was worried as fuck and you have the nerve to say what happened last night?"
"What is the big deal? Nothing happened. We didn't kiss, you're my friend, I like April, she's a nice girl."
What the hell did "nice girl" mean?
"You are so full of shit. You don't even know what you want."
"And you know, what I want?"
"I'm not the one pretending last night didn't happen, alright? You stick your tongue down Nick's throat that's fine, but the moment I even look at April you're down my throat like some jealous ex –girlfriend. That's it, isn't it? I can't believe I've never noticed it before."
"Noticed what?" Phoebe growled.
"You're jealous." he sneered.
"Bullshit." Phoebe turned on her heel and carried on walking away from him.
"You can deny it, darling but it's the goddamn truth and you know it. When you're off kissing Nick, fucking him tonight I don't care, you're gonna wish it was me in that bed with you."
"Get over yourself. I like Nick and I am not jealous of April. She's my friend, why are you out here anyway?"
"Because you were upset, you're my friend and I needed to see if you were alright."
"Yeah whatever, some friend you are. We almost kissed Punk and don't you forget it."
"Oh? Oh okay sweetheart. I won't forget it but you can go back in there and kiss Nick as much as you want? Right."
"Fuck you, now who's the jealous one?" Punk stood in stunned silent, his fists were clenched and his jaw was tense.
"Yes I'm jealous, and I'm okay with admitting that. But what's it to you, right? It's not like you give a shit so I'll just go back in the club and find April and you can stand here and sulk like a big fucking baby."
Phoebe watched him walk back into the club with his last words echoing in her head, she remained still and quiet. He had dropped this huge bombshell on her; never did she think that he felt like this. There was no way in hell he was telling the truth, how could he, CM Punk, Phil Brooks, be jealous of Nick? Less than 24 hours ago it was Nick that was the one telling her that he was jealous of Punk. It upset her to think that he was feeling like this and she felt disgusted by the way she was acting tonight, this wasn't her. Grinding on guys provocatively, this wasn't who she was. A part of her ached for Nick, she couldn't do this to him and the worst part was his self-consciousness had derived from Punk, a part of her wanted to run into the club and tell Punk that he was wrong, that she did give a shit, that she did care about how he felt, that he didn't need to be jealous of Nick. Because, was she really jealous of April? Hell yes.