A heavy sigh released from the chiseled mans cold dry lips as he hung up the phone in hand without a 'love you' or even a 'good-bye'. The conversations that took place between him and his mother always left a feeling of anger and disappointment, as if he expected a kind remark from her that wasn't some kind of backhanded compliment, but who was he kidding? Randy doubted that she even knew another form of words that weren't negative.
"You can't be mad at her forever, you know." His roommate said from behind while he performed the task of lying on his single bed and simultaneously tossing up the orange basketball in hand up just to catch it as it fell back down.
Letting out another sigh of disappointment, Randy found a spot to sit before responding; he chose his signature spot which was the computer chair – a good choice, "See, that's where your wrong Dolph, I always start the conversation not at all angry but that just happens to be the end result every single time, it's not my fault."
"Did I say it was your fault? No, I didn't, you thought that one up yourself. Is it because you actually think it's your fault?"
The two glared across the room at each other, Dolph liked to think of himself as some type of problem solver, somewhat like a therapist. He commonly played the role with Randy but he certainly didn't play along with the charade, like most things, it made his tension increase.
"I guess not." Dolph added in awkwardly as there was no response, luckily to break the silence they heard a knock on their door, the bleached blonde stood up off of his bed and made his way over to the door to find a perky brunette standing behind it, of course it was AJ.
"Nice, piggy's-" Dolph smirked, referring to the hairstyle (Which was pig-tails) that his friend was currently rocking, a smile appeared on her face as she began to run her fingers through her hair, the moment her smile appeared was the moment his faded, he realized what he had said and was a bit ashamed, luckily they agreed to keep the 'piggy's' reference a secret.
The pair looked back at the tatted man sitting back in his computer chair; the trio had a bit of small talk before two of them made an exit leaving Randy alone in his room to fend for himself. Thirty minutes passed of him innocently scrolling down his face book feed. He took time on updating his statuses, creeping up on some of his friend's plans for the evening, the usual.
While skimming through his image's there was a beep that appeared, loudly coming from the computers speakers signaling that he got a new face book message from Dean Ambrose. Clicking on the highlighted message revealed his message, already Randy was regretting keeping his chat box on.
"I got a new supply from Ron today, I'm willing to sell it to you since we're such good friends for half off, what do you say Randall?"
It took him a moment before responding, well if we were going to be completely honest, it took him 15 minutes. Something a lot of people knew about Randy was that he is a recovering drug addict, he's been clean for 9 month's now but it still didn't make it any easier for him to keep away.
With a near death experience last December due to overdosing on heroine made him finally decide to quit the act once and for all. He was proud of himself but the temptation still crept in him daily, and the fact that he had people like Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, and Ron Killings offering it up every week didn't make it any easier.
Finally after 15 agonizing minutes the student put his fingers against the keyboard and wrote up his response, sending it as soon as he finished without even relooking it.
The message wrote, "Actually, no. I don't want your new supply and I'd appreciate it if you didn't ask me again. I told you before and I'll tell you again, my answer will always be no."
When he heard the door crack open Randy couldn't help but jump a little and quickly clicking the sign out button. Although his response was negative he was so ashamed of his drug obsession, he didn't like other's to know that he still struggled with it, he didn't want to appear weak to anybody. That wasn't how he was raised; his motto growing up was to not show any sign of weakness no matter what the circumstances was.
"Do you remember the plan?"
"Sure do, Punky."
"Mike, I'm serious."
Phillip Brooks moaned as he pushed the basket of curly fries across the table for his friend to take, he felt like everything he was saying was going in one of Mike's ears and out the other and it frustrated him greatly. The expression Punk was giving the man sitting across from him was cold but that only made Mike chuckle more.
"I get it, okay. You want me to find an excuse to go off with Maria so you and Eve could be alone because you looooveee her." Mike chuckled while simultaneously making kissy noises from across the table.
"What are you doing? You look like a bloated whale when you do that." Punk responded, you could tell he wasn't even slightly amused.
The smirk on his face couldn't help but to widen by that, the two sat in silence for a few minutes, Phillip kept peaking at the digital clock that was on his phone while Michael joyfully continued to drop curly fries into his mouth.
While consuming the last couple of fries in the basket he came to realize that the two women that they have been waiting for have just recently arrived and was making their way to the pair. In a subtle form he tapped onto the tatted man's shoulder to signal their arrival.
"Remember, I'd really appreciate it if you went off with Mike so I could be alone with Phillip, we haven't been alone once yet and we've already been back to school for over a month now."
"I know, Maria. I'll make sure to find and excuse for leaving you two alone." The redhead smiled brightly as they sat down at the booth. Eve and Mike were on the left side of the able leaving Maria and Phillip to sit on the right side.
There were many awkward expressions passed around the table, Punk was staring at his other male companion with daggers in his eyes, not wanting to waste any time while Maria directed her gestures to eve with a nodded head in the direction of where Phillip was sitting.
As Mike opened his mouth to speak the woman beside him quickly cut him off.
"So, Mike… Do you want to join me? I'm thinking of playing some Pool." Eve smiled; when their eyes connected automatically he could tell there was something off about her, quickly his curiosity rose rapidly.
"I don't know Eve, I kind-"
"Please?" Eve asked, puffing out her bottom lip in a puppy dog sort of way. Before he would respond again with a simple 'no', the brunette began to nudge at his shoulder while finally led him to agree.
"Maybe I can join you!" Phil quickly added in as the pair scooted out of the booth, his plan was quickly shut down by a certain redhead sitting next to him.
"No!" Maria let out eagerly.
"What, why not? The man with sleeved tattoo's asked, caught obscenely off guard by the anticipation in her tone.
For a solid 15 second the foursome stared at the Latina, quietly waiting on what she'd respond with because they were all anxious to hear what would come next.
"Well, because…Pool's really a two person game." She responded which resulted into the man with the Mohawk quickly being pulled by Eve too the arcade.
A pair of angry brown eyes watched as the two scurried their way into other room.
"I can't believe this." Punk let out an annoyed moan while smashing his fists down on the checkered table. An awkward vibe filled the room when he realized that Maria's eyes were glued on him and filled with such disappointment.
"Can't believe what?" The tone in her voice was much less anxious now and much more depressing.
"Nothing, nothing at all."
xXx
In the other room the atmosphere was much less awkward and tense, Eve passed her friend a pool stick before beginning to rack up the ball's that were currently placed on the table.
"So, Eve, tell me something… what was that scene out there for exactly?"
Her green eyes glanced over at him with a smile; she always found it amusing that Mike was never one to hold back, if something was on his mind he'd quickly get into it, taking absolutely no time in trying to find an opening or a subtle way to get into a subject.
"Eh, there's no harm in telling you. Maria desperately wanted her time alone with Phillip so she wanted me to pull you away from the conversation."
"Seriously," The young man shook his head in disbelief as he mumbled to himself "how ironic."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Oh, Nothing."
"But-"
"Trust me, it's nothing."
Taking in notice that all he wanted at the moment was for a changed subject, Eve allowed herself to give it to him.
"So I never asked, how did your little date with Maryse go anyways?" The bronzed beauty asked as she placed her cue stick down, obviously not wanting to play the game.
A small smirk stretched across the man's soft lips as he heard the name, Maryse. "Fantastic, we went to some cheesy comedy which was great because it didn't require much talking because believe it or not, we don't have that much in common."
"No." Eve responded in a sarcastic tone with a soft genuine smile spread across her lovely features, he nodded his head while laughing at her sarcasm.
"Yea, yea…not to mention, she knows very little English, but whatever. After the movie we headed back to her dorm and we, well, you know." Mike finished with now a much wider smirk.
"No, what happened?" The brunette teased once again before deciding to continue, "So what? Are you really happy like this, I mean going around from girl to girl just to have some sort of pleasure that lasts an hour or so and then dropping them to move onto the next?"
"If you didn't notice, guys aren't like girls; most guys don't want some sort of commitment. Girls are so complicated anyways, especially girls like you."
Eve laughed at his teasing as she concurrently brushed strands of hair out of her face and shrugged her bare shoulders, "There are other girls like me? I feel like that'd be a treat."
The two exchanged a few soft and steady chuckles before altering the subject into something a bit more serious.
"So what are you and Maria doing Saturday?"
"We have nothing planned. Why, what's on your mind?"
"Well did you hear about the beach party? We're all piling in a few buses and heading out real early."
"Oh, so you wanted to know if we'd be there, but mostly me, right." Eve smiled in a bubbly form in his direction before finishing her sentence.
"I'll think about it."
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