Cuts Heal In Time (CM Punk)

Chapter 7: Girlfriend?

Monday February 13th 2012
Arabella Lavigne had just finished signing a contract to be a WWE diva. She was still trying to sort out her feelings, but she did begin to feel a little excitement. It definitely helped that her best guy friend would be traveling with her, so she wouldn't be completely alone, although she really was stepping out of her comfort zone.
After the meeting and contract signing, Bella went to Monday Night Raw because it was also in Connecticut.
Punk got her a ticket, and they planned to hang out after.
"Look Bells. I know I got you a ticket, but would you like to just watch Raw from my locker room?" Punk asked over the phone as she pulled up to the arena.
"Sure," she shrugged her shoulders, even though he couldn't see.
"Alright wait by will call like you were already going to, and I'll have somebody come get you."
She hung up the phone and waited, until a tall man, with three different lanyards on approached her, "Bella?" He asked.
She pulled out her drivers license to verify her identity to him, and he nodded his head, guiding her down many halls to get to where they needed to go. He walked her all the way to Punk's locker room, and she knocked twice.
He opened the door, and his lips curled up into a smile that echoed her own upon seeing his good friend who came to visit him, "Hey Vigne." But her smile dropped after hearing that dreaded nickname.
"Ugh. I can't believe Colt has you calling me that," she groaned, as she walked into his room. Colt commonly referred to her by Vigne, a shortened version of her last name, and she hated it.
"It sounds cool."
"It does not."
She shuffled over to his couch and made herself comfortable as Punk continued wrapping his wrists with tape, "Thanks for coming."
"I wouldn't miss it."
Punk smiled to himself, as he finished taping his wrists, "So talk to me. What brought you to Connecticut?"
"I actually had my meeting at the WWE Headquarters in Stamford, today."
"And?"
"I kind of signed a contract."
"It's official?" Punk asked with a shocked look on his face. She nodded.
"Are you serious?" He asked.
"As a heart attack."
"Bella. Wow. I'm so proud of you," he said walking over to his friend and pulling her in for a hug, "We have to celebrate after Raw."
"We don't have to. We had plans to just hang out on your bus."
"Let me at least see what some of my friends are doing after Raw. I'd love to introduce you."
"I don't know Punk. I didn't bring any nice clothes."
"I'll ask one of the divas," he said. Punk knew pretty much all the divas on a personal level since he had been involved with many of them. Bella always made fun of him for this. Though she was well aware of his past relationships and naturally flirty nature, it was still hard to believe that the softy she had come to know and love had such "player" tendencies.
"Punk. You don't have to."
"I want to," he assured her.
"Are you actually friends with any of them still?"
"Of course. I'm not a child," he said, lightly hitting her on the shoulder.
"Whatever you say," Bella smirked.
The two friends continued to joke around until it was time for Punk to go to his match. "I'll see you after." He pat her on the cheek.
She playfully rolled her eyes before wishing him luck, to which he responded, "Luck's for losers."

Bella was watching the match on his tv when she heard knocks on the door.
Before she could respond, Lita walked into the room.
Bella's mouth dropped. She was a huge fan of Lita for years. She loved watching her while she was growing up. Lita however, didn't seem to be a big fan of hers.
"I'm Amy," she reluctantly stuck out her hand.
"I'm Arabella." She responded, eagerly shaking her hand, "Big fan."
"Thanks," Amy smiled, though it didn't reach her eyes.
Bella sent her an awkward smile, "No problem."
"So what brings you to Punk's locker room?" She asked, trying to feel the younger woman out.
"I'm a good friend from Chicago."
"Hm. He hasn't brought you up before."
"He wouldn't have a reason to," Bella chuckled. Amy raised her eyebrows at the young woman in front of her. She was gorgeous and it kind of intimidated her, but she tried not to show it.
"Punk and I have been dating on and off for a couple years." She said, trying to mark her territory.
"Yeah, he's told me about you," Bella smiled. She looked genuine.
"Oh really?" Amy probed, beginning to feel a little more comfortable in her presence.
"Yeah," she shrugged.
"So, what are you doing here?"
"Just visiting."

Bella didn't want to reveal that she had just signed a contract. She didn't feel that comfortable around the older woman. She was beautiful and had this commanding presence that Bella admired, but she definitely wasn't the nicest or most welcoming person.
"That's nice," Amy said, taking a seat next to her on the couch. There was a comfortable distance between the two- room for two people in between them, both of them hugging the sofa arms.
"I like your tattoos," Bella said examining Amy's sleeve.
"Thanks," Amy smiled, warming up to the woman next to her, who understood that Amy's ego needed to be stroked in order for her to do so, "Do you have any?"
Bella was wearing one of Punk's large sweatshirts, so you couldn't really see her tattoos at the moment, except for the ones on her hands, "Oh yeah," she held her hands out for Amy to see. She had "Bella Fury" on her knuckles and a lion on the back of her left hand, "I have a few more, under all these layers."
"That's cool," Amy responded.
"Thanks."
Bella turned her attention back to the TV to see Punk pick up the win. She smiled to herself, and Amy picked up on this, "How old are you?"
Bella felt really uncomfortable. Even with all the space between them, it felt like Amy was breathing down the back of her neck.
"Um, I'm 22."
"You're young."
"I guess."
Neither woman knew what to say after that, and soon enough, Punk walked through the door, a sweaty mess, drying the back of his neck with a towel, "Bella, what'd you think?"

But his peaceful post-match demeanor was thwarted when he looked up and to see Bella looking incredibly uncomfortable on his couch, next to his ex-girlfriend Amy.

"Amy, what are you doing here?"

"I was in town."

"Yes, but why are you in my locker room?"

"I wanted to come and visit you," she said, trying to act sweet. Bella noticed Amy's sudden attitude switch and had to hold back an eye-roll.

"You know I don't like it when you come in my locker room when I'm not here."

"Then why is she here?" Amy asked, motioning toward Bella, causing her eyes to widen.

"She's my friend," Punk said, starting to get defensive. In the short time that he'd known Bella, he began to feel super protective over her. Amy was naturally jealous of the women around Punk. She always had been, and he knew exactly where she was going with this.

"Yeah sure. Your friend." There it is, he thought to himself

"We're really just friends," Bella spoke up trying to ease the tension.

"I don't believe I was talking to you," Amy said, now narrowing her eyes at Bella and holding back a scowl.

"But you were talking about me," Bella looked at the woman in disbelief. She had nothing to worry about. She and Punk had no romantic feelings for one another.

"Gosh, how naive can you be? I can see right through you," Amy sneered.

"Amy you need to leave," Punk said, shaking his head, "I'll call you later."

"Fine. I'll see you both later tonight." she said, walking away dramatically and slamming the door.

Bella flipped off the door before turning her attention back to her friend.

"I'm sorry about her," Punk said, running a hand through his hair as he approached her. He felt really bad that she got caught up in their mess.

"You did say she was intense," Bella laughed. Punk did warn her about Amy's jealousy and possessiveness, but she still didn't understand why that was targeted toward her.

"But she had no reason to be rude to you," Punk responded.

She wanted to say You're right. She didn't, but she settled for, "I'm fine Punk. Believe me," with a small grin for good measure.

He couldn't help but smile at his friend. She was, simply put, the kindest person he knew.

"So, did you figure out what we're doing tonight?" she asked curiously.

"I figured we hang out with some of my friends tonight to celebrate our newest diva."

"Okay," she said tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, "Sounds fun."

"And incase you were wondering, Eve said you could borrow one of her dresses."

"That's nice of her."

"Yup," Punk chuckled, "Let's head out."

He wrapped a sweaty arm his smaller friend, and they left the locker room together.