Cuts Heal In Time (CM Punk)

Chapter 12: RKO outta nowhere

Monday Night Raw

Bella sat on one of the couches on Punk's bus as he and Amy did what he and Amy always do in his bedroom. They had been going at it for nearly thirty minutes at this point. Those two were wild, loud, and annoying.

After a little while longer, Bella had finally had enough of the moaning and groaning and giggling, so she grabbed her phone, glasses, and computer, left the bus, and headed to catering.

The walk was pleasant and quick. The weather was nice, and spring was approaching, so she couldn't complain.

Once she arrived, she grabbed some of the assorted fruit, then sat down at an empty table, where she began to work on a new article for her blog.

She was finally on a roll when she heard the chair next to her being pulled out.

"Bella," she recognized Randy's voice.

"Hey," she responded, not really paying him a lot of attention as she continued writing.

"What are you doing?" Was it not obvious?

"Writing."

"About?"

She stopped writing to turn and face him, "The Knicks." She was a little annoyed that he interrupted her, but at least he wasn't being a creep. After spending a little more time with Randy during those two nights out, she realized that he wasn't the worst guy in the world, although she still wasn't sure if he was someone she wanted as a friend.

"Ahh, I do remember you telling me you were a Knicks fan."

She took off her glasses and squinted at Randy, "You could say that." At least he listened. She could respect that.

"Would you like to go to a game?" he asked, out of nowhere. Randy was definitely not known for his subtlety, but even this was a lot.

"Me?"

"Mhm."

"With you?"

"I'd hope so," he chuckled.

"When?"

"Tomorrow. They play the Nets."

"Um. It's kind of short notice." It was thoughtful of him to offer, but she didn't want him to get the wrong idea.

And as if he could read her mind, he added, "Yeah, sorry about that. But it could be fun, and we'd just be going as friends," rubbing the back of his neck. He knew she would be a struggle, but he really felt like he was putting himself out there and she wasn't into him, and it was kind of embarrassing. He wasn't used to this type of behavior from women. He was Randy Orton for fuck's sake.

She felt bad and didn't want him to think she was rude. And it was just a basketball game. Even Randy couldn't read too much into that.

"You know what? Sure," she smiled at him, this time putting herself out there.

"Awesome," he grinned, "so tell me a little bit more about this article."

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"That was fun," Amy said with a smirk on her face, as Punk got dressed, "What are you about to do?"

"Probably get some food."

"That sounds fun," She pulled her shirt over her head, "We certainly got a nice workout in."

"I guess." This was the worst part about being with Amy- her post-sex behavior. She could be so possessive, always wanting to do something or go somewhere with him to stake her claim.