xXx Skylar Carson xXx

As far as I was concerned, Punk was the biggest asshole on the planet right now. Not only did he have to wave a 'decoy' girlfriend in my face, but he just had to be pissed because she'd had sex with Samoa Joe. I had been under the impression that that was what he had wanted, since he had promised that he was trying to get Samoa Joe off my back by making him interested in Kelly. And now that... that was happening, he seemed to be taking that back. I just didn't fucking understand it.

After I left Punk's room, I wasn't sure where else to go. I didn't want to go back to my room, because I was more than sure that Samoa Joe was in there. I didn't want him anywhere near me, and especially not after the confrontation I'd just had with Punk. No, I just wanted to be alone.

I decided that since I couldn't go to my bedroom, and I couldn't go outside, I might as well go to the movie room. It seemed to be a room that wasn't used a lot, and it was comfortable. I could turn the lights off, close the door, and just lay down on the couch. I probably wouldn't get too long to myself, but it would be something. I could live with even just having a few minutes alone.

I was just starting to lay down when the door to the room opened, and I sat up to see Samoa Joe walking in. He smelled like he'd just taken a shower, and I rolled my eyes. I wondered if he'd had sex with Kelly again, or if he just wanted to clean up for me for no real reason.

"Do you mind if I sit in here with you?" He asked me softly, shutting the door behind himself without waiting for an answer as he walked over to the sofa that I was sitting on. He pushed a blanket off of the end of the blanket, and then sat down before looking down at me. There was some amount of guilt on his face, although I could see the smugness there that I hated to. He might feel bad about having cheated on me, but he definitely didn't regret it.

"I want to be by myself, Samoa Joe Even if it's just for a few fucking minutes," she told him as she looked up. He just sighed and pushed his hand back over his head before he shook his head, sitting next to me.

"I don't want to just leave shit hanging between us, Skylar. You're not happy. Tell me why," he murmured as he let his free hand reach down to pull my legs on top of his lap. I rolled my eyes when I saw that he was trying to get me to relax. It wasn't going to work. He was an asshole just like Punk.

"I don't want to talk about anything with you, Samoa Joe. Just leave me alone," I muttered, looking down at the floor. He just sighed and started rubbing his hand into my calf. Apparently he didn't give a shit if I didn't want him around. He was going to stay anyway. Why had I expected anything different.

He didn't say anything for awhile as he leaned his head over to press a small kiss to my leg before he kissed his way up my, stopping at my knee. "I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, Skylar," he murmured as he kissed my knee again. "It was a moment of weakness, and it shouldn't have happened."

I was completely shocked that he honestly thought I cared about him having slept with Kelly. Why would I, when I had no interest in him at all? He was only a creepy stalker, nothing more. I didn't understand why he could never just leave me alone.

"Please stop kissing me, Samoa Joe. I told you I don't want to talk," I told him, glaring down at him before I tried to pull my legs off of his lap. He grabbed them to stop me, and then looked at me with a small frown on his face.

"I'm just trying to apologize, Skylar. I know you're mad at me, and I can totally understand that," he murmured as he looked down at me, rubbing his hand over my leg. I tried again to pull my body away from him, but it didn't work as he moved so that his face was almost directly over mine, his brown eyes looking down at my darker brown ones.

"Get off of me," I muttered again, putting a glare on my face as I looked up at him. "I really don't want you hovering over me."

He frowned and then reached his hand up to touch the side of my face, and I felt him press his lips against the corner of my mouth before he let them graze over my lips. "It's Joe. I've already told you that, Skykar. I don't treat you like a complete monster," he murmured as his forehead moved to rest against mine.

This was way too fucking intimate for me. Lately, I had a hard time being with Punk like this, much less with Samoa Joe. I didn't want to know his name, and I wasn't going to call him by it. I just wanted him to go back to being a raging asshole so I didn't have to feel guilty for being mean. Hell, I didn't even understand why I felt guilty for being mean, considering he had been so rude and harsh to me.

"Skylar," he murmured as he grabbed both sides of my face so that he could make me look at him. I just sighed and looked up, blinking once.

"What, Joe?" I asked him. I wasn't going to risk pissing him off by calling him by his pseudonym right now. I knew that he was probably on a thin line between being fine and being angry, and I didn't want to be the one to tip the balance scale.

"Will you even consider accepting my apology?" He asked me, trailing his hand along my face again as he blinked slowly as his mouth moved dangerously close to mine again. I really hated him right now. I didn't want him this close to me; not in the least.

"No."

I figured if maybe I told him I wouldn't accept his apology, maybe he'd leave me alone. I knew that it probably wouldn't happen that way, but it was worth a shot. Especially when all I wanted right now was some time alone. He shook his head and then moved his hand to the back of the couch to hold up his weight as he looked down at me.

"Give me one good reason why you won't accept it, Skylar. Other than the bullshit excuse that I've hurt you. Because I'll own up to it, if that's what you want me to do. But I'm not going to apologize for that."

Neither of us said anything for several minutes, and I could just see the anger starting to build in his ears. But then, in a moment, it was gone, and I didn't see anger anymore. I didn't exactly see tenderness or anything like that, but he seemed to have calmed down after several moments.

"Just try to give me a chance," he muttered, meeting my eyes again. "I know I haven't made it easy for you to see a good side to me, but I'm not always an asshole. I can be a good guy, Skylar. Just give me a reason to be."

I wasn't given enough time for him to reply. All he did was press his lips against mine. And even though I knew that I should push him away; that I should end the kiss, I didn't. Somehow, I felt like letting Samoa Joe kiss me would get back at Punk for what he had done to me. And then I did something I hadn't thought I'd do.

I returned his kiss.