Who Would've Thought (WWE Fanfiction)

Chapter Three

Punk's POV

What's wrong with me? Every time I close me eyes I see her! Those beautiful light brown eyes, her brown complexion, long dark hair, and amazing body! She's perfect. I think I like her? No, I can't! I've only known her for forty eight hours. And she probably has a boyfriend. You don't just say "I love you too, babe" to a friend.

There was a knock on the door. I hesitantly pushed myself up from the couch. I rarely had visitors. I wasn't much of a people person. I opened the door to see John, Randy, and Kofi. I invited them into my hotel room and started juicing vegetables.

"Aye Punk, why do you lock yourself up in your hotel room? Every city we go to you never do anything fun. Dude, explore a little!" Kofi said as he sat on the couch.

"I know what's wrong with him. He needs a girlfriend," Randy intervened.

"Whatever. I'm fine with the way things are," I lied.

"What they mean is: ever since you and Amy broke up you have become a turtle stuck in its shell. Maybe it will take someone to bring you out and back to life," John explained.

"I'm okay! Don't compare me to a damn turtle. Just drop it already!" I shouted, annoyed at their assertions. I walked over to the couch.

"Okay...relax! Anyway, what do you think about the new girl? Her name is Angel, right?" Randy asked, while smirking.

Angel's POV

"Okay. Sansha, I will tell Jason everything. I just don't know how he will take it..."

"Tell me what?" I turned around to see Jason standing in the doorway.