Cuts Heal In Time (CM Punk)

Chapter 25: Bar Fights

After Raw, a group of superstars and divas decided to go out.

Bella and Punk showed up together like they usually do, but Bella surprised him by leaving his side and walking toward the other divas, "I figured it was time I made some girlfriends."

Punk raised his eyebrows at his friend, shocked that she was putting herself out there like that, but he was happy for her. If she could find her own female equivalent of Kofi, she'd have all the friends she needed to have in the business, "Good for you Bells. You know where to find me if they get too drunk."

She pat the straight edge superstar on the cheek before walking away. His eyes lingered on her for a second, before he went to sit with Kofi and Stu.

Kofi shook his head at his friend when he arrived at the table.

"What?" Punk asked.

"Nothing," Kofi tried to hold back a laugh.

"She looks good, mate," Stu said, "She's not seeing Orton is she?"

"Of course not."

"Good," he responded with a hungry look in his eyes. Punk knew he'd have to shoot that down eventually, but he stared at his British friend in amusement. He didn't have any type of chance with Bella.

"So," Kofi started, "I see Bella's making some friends," motioning towards Bella and the other divas. Punk smiled to himself when he saw her telling some sort of story in the way that only she could. The drunk divas around her held onto her every word before she threw her head back with laughter. 

"Yeah. She figured she could use a female Kofi."

"I'm touched."

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"So, Bella," Nattie started, "the girls and I have been dying to know. Are you dating Phil or Randy?"

"Woah, you certainly don't beat around the bush," Bella chuckled, "I'm not dating anyone though."

"You're not?" Beth asked.

"Nope," she popped the p, taking a sip of some of her Pepsi.

"But they're both so," Nattie said, trying to find the words, "hot."

Bella raised her eyebrows at the Canadian woman in front of her, "Sure. They're good looking."

Nikki Bella spoke up next. She had been listening to them but hadn't really been involved in the conversation, "So what's stopping you from going there with any of them?" Though she wasn't crazy about he rookie diva, she was curious as to what was going on between her, Punk, and/or Randy.

"I'm not really dating at the moment."

"Oh," Layla spoke up, "so you wouldn't mind if I tried my luck with Phil?"

"You know, I could actually introduce you."

Layla squealed and sloppily wrapped her arms around Bella. She knew Layla was drunk and would annoy Punk, so she thought it would be funny to surprise him.

"Come on honey. I'll take you to the table."

The other divas watched intently as Bella took Layla's hand and led her to Punk's table.

Punk, Kofi, and Stu all looked confused to see Layla with her.

"Gentlemen, you all know Layla."

They all waved, not really in the mood to deal with the drunk diva.

Layla turned to Bella for reassurance, and she shot her a thumbs up. With confidence, Layla turned her attention to the tattooed man in front of her, batting her eyelashes, "Hi Phil."

He gave Bella a side eye, as she sat next to Stu. He knew this was her doing.

"Hey." he said awkwardly. He didn't really want to engage with Layla, especially not when she was drunk. 

Not sensing his disinterest, Layla took a seat next to him and set her drink on the table. She leaned forward to whisper something in his ear, but her breath reaked of alcohol and Punk couldn't even make out what she was saying. Her accent was thicker than ever.

He turned his head to Bella and mouthed, "I hate you," and she blew him a kiss. 

After some embarrassing attempts at flirting, Bella began to feel bad, so she stood up from her previously seated position and asked the four people at her table if they'd like to go dance. 

Everyone except for Punk was on board. 

"Oh come on Punky," she pouted.

"If you save me a dance, I will."

"Deal," she winked, sticking her hand out for a handshake.

He took her hand in his and held on for a little too long before following Layla to the dance floor. 

Bella danced in between Kofi and Stu to the upbeat song that was playing while Punk danced with Layla. Layla had her back to him and kept looking up at him, although his eyes kept wandering back to Bella. 

This went on for quite a while until a group of guys blocked Punk's view of Bella. He furrowed his brows and moved Layla out of the way to check on her. 

He noticed she was being chatted up by some tall blonde guy. He was using his size to intimidate her, and Punk could tell she was getting uncomfortable. Kofi and Stu were nowhere to be found.

"Is there a problem here?" he asked with narrowed eyes. 

"No, I'm all good," the guy responded with a smirk on his face.

"I don't believe I was talking to you," Punk said, stepping up to the guy so they were face to face.

"I'm all good, Punk. Let's go," she said tugging at his arm, trying to walk away.

Until the blonde man grabbed her arm and said, "No baby, I think you should stay," causing Punk to swing on him and knock him to the floor with a punch. 

Bella's eyes widened, as she looked at Punk.

"We're leaving," he said, grabbing her hand, and leaving the bar. 

She was at a loss for words, while he walked down the street, still holding onto her hand so tight that his knuckles turned white. He didn't say anything either until they got back to his bus.

He finally let go of her hand when he knew she was safe.

"Punk!" she said firmly, "What was that?"

"What was what?" he asked, acting as if nothing happened.

"You punched that guy in the face."

"He deserved it."

"Even if he did, you shouldn't have punched him."

"Bella, he put his hands on you," Punk shook his head.

"I know," she spoke, her voice having softened. She placed her hand on his cheek, "But I don't want you to get in trouble over something like that. It wasn't worth it."

"Believe me, it was worth it," he said, running his knuckles down her arm. 

She bit her pillow soft lip as she looked up at him with wanting eyes.

"You're making this really hard for me, Arabella," he licked his lips as his eyes scanned her entire body. She shuddered at the sound of her full name, rolling off his lips. It just sounded so right when he said it.

She placed her hand on his neck, "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For this," she whispered, as she leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips. 

He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close as if he were holding on for dear life. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.