Cuts Heal In Time (CM Punk)

Chapter 23: Jealous?

Bella sat in Randy's bus, playing with his four year old daughter, Alana. She was the sweetest little girl. All the stories Randy had told Bella about her didn't do her any justice.

Randy was currently showering and getting ready for his match, so Bella had agreed to watch Alana.

He got out of the shower and put on his wrestling trunks, underneath his sweatpants, along with an RKO shirt.

He walked out of the bathroom, and the sight in front of him brought a smile to his face. Alana was on Bella's lap, as she read her a story, and they both had goofy smiles on their faces.

"You guys ready to go?" he asked them.

Bella mumbled a quick "yeah," as Alana happily nodded her head. The two girls stood up, and Alana grabbed onto Bella's hand as they exited the bus.

They entered the arena through the backdoor, from the parking lot and headed to his locker room.

Punk watched from a distance, as Randy held one of his daughter's hands and Bella held the other. They looked like a couple and it made him sick. Even though he knew she hadn't gone there with Randy, he didn't like the sight of the two of them together.

He watched as Randy planted a kiss on her cheek before the two girls entered his locker room.

Punk didn't want to start a fight with Randy. He wasn't the most confrontational person, but for some reason, he found himself pacing down the hall and tapping on Randy's shoulder.

"Hey Phil," Randy greeted him with a confused look on his face.

"Randy," Punk nodded. He didn't know what to say. He wasn't planning on any of this, "Trying to play house, are we?"

"Excuse me?" Randy asked, clearly offended.

Even Punk knew that was a dick move, but he was in too deep, "You heard me."

"Bella is my friend. She's just watching Alana during my match."

"You think you can lock her down like that?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"I didn't realize how jealous you could get Punk."

"I'm not jealous."

"Oh, so you're just embarrassing yourself for no reason?"

"She's too good for you."

"And you don't think she's too good for you?" Randy retorted, "I don't have time for this. I have a match."

He walked away and left Punk standing there feeling like an idiot. He was never one to let his emotions get the best of him, but here he was trying to provoke Randy into a fight. And for what? A girl? Never in his life has he fought over a girl.

He shook his head and walked back to his locker room.

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Punk sat in his locker room, scrolling on twitter, when he heard the door open.

It was Bella.

She entered the room, with a disappointed look on her face, "What's going on with you?"

"What?" he played dumb.

"Why'd you confront Randy?"

"Oh, he told on me," Punk said sarcastically.

"He didn't tell on you Punk. You're not children."

He rolled his eyes.

She furrowed her eyebrows before saying, "I don't understand. Why did you say those things to him?"

"Why do you think?" he asked.

"I don't know, Punk."

He stood up walked right in front of her, "Because a couple weeks ago you kissed me, and now you're playing house with Orton."

"He's just my friend."

"He obviously likes you Bella. Can't you see?"

"No he doesn't."

"How dumb can you be?" He asked her angrily.

She looked up at him with hurt in her now widened eyes. He had never said anything like that to her before.

His face softened, "Bella, I'm sorry."

"It's fine," she said quietly, still visibly surprised that he talked to her like that.

"It's not," he ran a hand through his hair, "you're not dumb. You're the smartest person I know."

"I should just go," Bella said, turning around to leave, but Punk grabbed her arm.

"I just can't be around you without wanting to kiss you or touch you."

"Punk I-"

"I broke up with Amy, and I haven't even thought about her once."

"I can't go there with you."

"Why not?" he asked, still holding onto her wrist, "Why are you letting Randy kiss you on the cheek and think he has a chance with you?"

"Because I don't have feelings for him," She breathed out before she realized what she said. Her eyes widened and she shook her head, "I shouldn't have said that."

"Yes you should have," he said stepping forward and cupping her face-"No. I can't do this. I can't," she cried, prying his hands off her face and leaving his locker room, but this time he followed after her.

"Bella, come on my bus so we can talk."

"No," she continued walking away from him.

So he picked her up and carried her over his shoulder and walked to his bus, while she continued to protest.

"Put me down!" she kept punching him in the back and grabbing at his shirt.

He threw her on the couch and sat across from her, with a small smirk growing on his face.

"So you have 'feelings for me'?"

"Feelings of friendship."

"I don't believe you," he said, standing up from the couch and squatting in front of her. He placed his hands on her thighs, "Tell me you haven't thought about kissing me again."

"I haven't," she gulped.

"Well I have," he said, inching closer to her so that his face was right in front of her own. She could feel his minty breath against her lips, daring her to come closer. She could feel herself trembling as her heavy breathing matched up to his own, without her trying to do so. He closed the space between them by finally connecting their lips.

She reacted to him immediately, spreading her legs open so he was in between them, running his hands down her sides. When his large but delicate hands landed on her hips, he lifted her up and carried her to his bed, without breaking the kiss.

He laid her flat on her back, while she gripped his neck, parting her lips so his tongue could dance with her own. She felt his warm hands underneath her shirt, pawing at her desperately.

He pulled away from her and began kissing her neck slowly. Her breath hitched as she felt him trail his kisses down to her collarbone.

He ripped open her tank top and continued trailing the kisses down to her stomach, removing his lips from her body only to take off his shirt.

He quickly returned his lips to her own, hungry for more. He'd never felt such a strong pull to someone's lips before.