Not that bad // Rhea Ripley

45- Want You Back

" I know, you know, I could never get over you"

5 Seconds Of Summer

The next few weeks went by really smoothly, our feud was growing slowly with Punk, and the tension was decreasing in the apartment. Everything finally felt right again. It had now been weeks since Phil tried out for WWE, and he told me he wasn't really hoping for an answer anymore. But that didn't discourage him, he put even more his soul into ROH and was looking even more happy than before. Tonight we were wrestling again, in Chicago, and I saw Phil had a talk with the bookers for a while before. I didn't pay much attention to it and just went to stretch and get in condition just as I always do. We are supposed to have a match tonight against Scott, and our storyline is reaching it's peak. I'm going to miss it, I have to admit. A handicap match, with a little segment right before. Punk is still going to give his ''straight edge means I'm better than you'' bullshit, and then Scott comes to say that if he beats the both of us, he'll truly be the Best In The World. So here he comes, and before I could understand the match is going on full blast. Punk tagged me, and here I was, facing Colt for the first time in weeks. We were going strong, catch after catch, and moves after moves, until that one. That fucking spear that literally knocked me out. Colt was going for the pin, and even though he wasn't supposed to win that way, I couldn't bring myself to resist, and counted mentally to three, before hearing loud cheers from the audience. I tried my best to get back in a sitting position and my head started spinning really bad, so I didn't move for a few moments, but then I heard Punk's voice and focused on it. I didn't know he had to do a speech after the match.

" And that's it, that's why I don't wrestle with rookies, whether they're supposed to be straight-edge or not !" He spat. "And that's also why I'm going to WWE too, so I don't have to wrestle with and against amateurs anymore."

He dropped the mic and left the ring like that. What was happening, what the fuck was that. Colt threw a glance at me, asking if I could get up and I nodded. The show ended with that, me in the middle of the ring, completely lost. The referee came to check on me and helped me up, so I could walk back to the lockers. I didn't speak to anyone on my way there, just waved at Colby and another girl I know. I got changed and then just waited outside the venue. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and as soon as I turned around threw myself in Scott's arms.

" I told him he shouldn't have done it like that." He patted my head and held me tight. "He's such a dick."

" I can't even hate him and I don't know why." I sobbed. "At least he'll be living his dream."

" Yeah, I guess." He looked at me. "He wanted to tell you, he just didn't know how."

" Feels kinda familiar. " I laughed sarcastically. "Can we go home, is Phil finished?"

" Oh princess ...." Scott looked down. "He's staying at his family's place tonight and catching a flight to Florida tomorrow morning."

My heart broke, I was re-living it all once again, and I couldn't comprehend anything. My mind was going a mile a second, how are we going to pay rent without his share ? Is he still tutoring me ? Am I still going to have opportunities in ROH ?

" Hey, I know what you're thinking, we took care of all the paperwork alright ?" Scott reassured me. "And I'll have a few things to discuss with you tomorrow, alright ? Nothing wrong, don't worry." He gave me a warm smile and we walked to the car.

We drove to the airport where we turned the rental car back in, before sitting to wait for our plane. I leaned my head on Scott's shoulder and he wrapped his arm around me. My head was a mess right now, why would he do that again, especially since we all got closer lately? Did he do it on purpose, how long as he known ? I just can't think straight anymore. I wanted to talk to Michael, but I'm kind of afraid of his reaction, I'll tell him, I'll have to, just not today. Well, he probably saw that he left on tv, but not in real life.

The rest of the time until we got back home, I either slept or overthought everything. It was a pretty long flight, and I felt even more exhausted than usual. Once we were home, I went directly to bed, told Scott I needed a nap, but all I needed was to cry a little, in fact.