To Love the Revolution Leader (CM Punk Love Story The Revolution Book 1)

Chapter 4: Confrontation

 I peeked my head into the door. "Yes?"

 "Please come in," Punk said. He nodded his head at the chair.

 I slunked over to the seat and sat down. I saw the table before me and eyed two Revolutionists standing beside him. He was sitting in his chair, in front of the table.

 I just realized what was Punk's office is now Vince's office.

 "So, you and the girls were just fooling around? All nothing but a mistake?" Punk asked.

 I nodded. "Yes, it was out of pure play."

 "So, you girls think that I need a new make over?"

 I nodded once more. "Look, Punk. We didn't mean anything. We just thought you needed a makeover. I mean, you totally do. I know that the hairstyle you're having right now looks good but I think that nice bronze hairdo you did when you were with Nexus totally supported you. And I think you're going a little crazy with the beard. I really think you should have it like clean cut shave or whatever you did with the Nexus thing too. Or in fact, no beard at all.

 And, well, I think the tattoos we put on you were a little off. I mean, did you see all those colors on you? Seriously. Ignore all the tattoos. Just ignore them. Go with the beard and hairdo. In fact, ignore everything we did to you in the poster."

 "Ignore it all? Just redo the hair and beard."

 "Yes."

 I was really close to crying. I thought right then and there I was going to breakdown and confess everything.

 It would be better anyway. Why was I lying to him? He would find out somehow.

 Punk smiled. "I can't believe this."

 I gulped. "I know. I'm sorry."

 "Sorry? Sorry for what?"

 "Um...you said you couldn't believe this."

 "What I meant by that is that I tried to get so many people to agree with me on the whole hair and beard idea. I knew chicks would totally dig me with the bronze hair though the beard...I wasn't so sure."

 He stood up from his chair. "Well, I'll be getting this hair done soon again."

 I smiled. "Yeah, you should, Punk. How about the Revolutionists? Do you think they need a makeover?"

 "No, I like the way my boys are."

 Punk began to walk around.

 "I think by next Monday, we'll have a little thing where I will come up to random people and ask them if this hairdo does work for me. I won't go mean on them if they don't like it. After all, I will at least see if they like it or not."

 I nodded. "Yes."

 "Well, thank you, Eve, for telling me the truth."

 I flinched at the word.

 "Hey, are you ok? It looks like you just flinched."

 "I'm fine," I said, getting up, wobbly. "I think it's just that I feel a little funny."

 "Were you nervous meeting me? I'm mean, it's our first time face to face."

 "Yeah, I think it's that. Plus, I heard there's a flu going around. May I be excuse?"

 "Of course. Oh and Eve?"

 "Yes?"

 "Tell the girls I love the makeover they're giving me."

 "Sure."

 I slowly opened the door and got out.

 "Well, what did he say?" Alicia asked. The Divas crowded around me, anxious.

 "I told him he needed a makeover," I whined. I then fainted.