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We Will Always Have Twitter	By : LeylaChaz Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1722 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do NOT make any money from the writing of this fiction. I do NOT know CM Punk, nor anyone else who may be mentioned at anytime in this fic who is currently WWE related. I only own all OC's and story plots. Nothing more.

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Authors Notes: As for the fic cover, please refer to my profile for the link. I would love to hear what you guys think of my manipulation work. Please keep in mind, I had to tweak the model's eye a bit, and I don't think that it came out quite the way I was planning, but I'm still VERY happy with the overall result of my first time doing it. Leave me a review letting me know what you think of the story and it's brand new cover after you finish reading, and I promise I will shout you out at the beginning of the next chapter! Now let the show continue!

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Chapter 3: Dirt Sheets Are A Bitch.

Smug Bastard.

Seriously, he was the epitome of the term, "smug bastard." He knew who she was the whole fucking time! The smirks, the winks, the hugs, even carrying her to her goddamn car! It was shocking to say the least.

As Persephaine laid in her bed and stared at her ceiling the next morning, she was happy, and yet still wanting to slap that look off his face from last night. The events in her head, were replaying themselves over and over again. She looked over at the chair in her room and on top of all the merchandise that John and Kofi gave her for saving that little boy, sat CM Punk's personal Nexus shirt that he gave her. She had to admit, he looked amazing in that shirt when he came out in it last night. The way it would fit just right across his chest and arms. Not that she would ever tell him that though. His ego didn't need any more inflating!

Devilishly handsome, smug bastard.

She smiled.

Nope, she would take that thought to her grave.

She looked from his shirt, to her phone, where she saw the red light on it blinking. Once she got up, and reached for the phone, she had to sit down in shock. Over 37 missed calls and voicemails, along with over 50 text messages. What the hell was going on that needed her urgent attention?

At that moment, Alyssa saw it completely sane and fit for her to damn near burst down Persephaine's bedroom door.

"What the hell did you do last night?" Alyssa asked with a look of shock on her face.

"What are you talking about?" Persephaine asked confused.

"Something happened. People have been blowing my phone up all morning asking me if you're ok!"

"I just noticed that my phone had a shit load of missed calls and texts. But I don't really know what everyone is calling about." She answered back looking between Alyssa and her blackberry.

"Well get dressed, you're coming with me to the store real quick, so you can fill me in on everything that happened." Alyssa informed her. Sometimes, being polite was not her forte'.

After they were dressed and in her car, she proceeded to tell Alyssa about meeting Lance, and watching the matches, and how much fun she had seeing everything live. They both arrived at the store and as they walked in, people were doing double takes of Persephaine, and openly stopping and staring at her. This didn't go unnoticed by either of the girls, as Alyssa proceeded into the store, confused and getting worried that her best friend was now a run away fugitive some how. Persephaine walked down the chips section, and tried her best not to get irked at people for staring at her. What the hell was everyone's problem any way? Did she have a booger on her face or something? A rip in the ass of her jeans? People were pretty rude to just openly stare at her and not say anything about why they were doing it at least. Just then, she heard Alyssa scream from the front counter of the store. Running over to her friend, she saw Alyssa look up from the newspaper she was holding, to Persephaine, with pure shock on her face.

"I think I know why every one and their momma's are blowing up our phones!" She exclaimed as she held up the newspaper for Persephaine to examine.

There she was on the front page of The Town Talk, being carried away by none other than CM Punk himself.

"Oh shit!" She whispered as she stalked over to her friend and snatched the paper out of her hand.

The caption on the top of the paper was sticking out in bold letters for all to see, "Local Woman Saves Child & Wrestling Star From Certain Disaster!"

"What the fuck! Seriously? They had nothing better to do than to print this shit? Oh my God!" She whispered harshly.

"What the hell did you do last night? Because from the looks of this picture, I'd say you have one really hot famous guy's complete attention!" Alyssa said smirking at her.

"Just buy the paper, and buy these chips for me too. I'll be waiting out in the car. Now I get why everyone is staring, and trust me I don't feel like indulging people today!" With that, she stormed out of the store and waited for Alyssa inside of her car.

What the hell was she going to do? How was she going to explain this to her ex? He would want to know every detail, and then he would still accuse her of being a whore. Fuck him. He was the least of her problems right now. How the hell did this end up as front page material any fucking way? The more she thought about it, the more she began to realize that this shit was probably all over the web right now. Which meant one thing, not only was she going to be hounded for answers by people, so was Punk. That's not good. He was only helping her out, and now people were going to turn it around into a romantic thing maybe. Hell, even that picture screamed romantic undertones, when that wasn't even the actual case. She pulled out her blackberry, and logged in online. The surest way to tell if she was right, was to check her follower numbers on twitter. Low and behold, she jumped from three hundred followers, to over one hundred and fifty thousand.

Nope, not good at all.

She didn't dare want to look in her Direct Messages inbox, but knew that it was inevitable. When she opened her inbox, she was suddenly thankful for the fact that you had to be following people back in order for them to Direct Message you. But she did realize a new and out of the ordinary development. CM Punk, sent her a message. Which meant, he was now following her.

"Hey just to let you know, I already know about the reports, and no I'm not mad at you. I have no reason to be. Stop getting mad. I can see it."

"Smug bastard." She mumbled to herself. He was good. Score two for Punk, zero for Persephaine.

Just then she decided to tweet her new followers.

'Might as well get it out of the way now...' She concluded to herself.

xPersephainexSinClairex I have no words for all of this attention. Jesus Christ is this for real?"

She sent out her tweet and was overwhelmed by all the immediate responses she received. Poor Punk, now she finally understood how he felt.

Persephaine suddenly remembered that she had Lance's number still, so she decided to text him.

'Hey Lance, it's Persephaine. You asked for my email last night, it's persephaine (dot) sinclarie (at) fakemail (dot) com and I want you and everyone else you work with to know how sorry I am about all of this publicity. This is NOT what I was looking for last night when I did what I had to do to help that little boy and Punk. I'm so embarrassed by all of this attention. :( Advice?'

With in a few minutes, Lance responded back to her.

'Persephaine it's ok! Stop worrying. You worry way too much. We all know you aren't some attention seeking whore lol it's all good. :) I'm going to send you some photos I took last night at the show, I think you're going to be really surprised. Also, just as a heads up, WWE wants to use some of the pictures on their website, and contact you for permissions, can I give them your number?'

She was floored. They wanted to use pictures of her on their website? What kind of alternate reality did she step into? She decided to text him back.

'Sure that's understandable, so that's fine. Give them my number.'

He responded back another few minutes later.

'Now, I need to warn you about something... Persephaine, WWE wants to interview you about what happened and possibly use your story as a part of some WWE Universe & Superstars Safety First publicity thing. It's to raise awareness about WWE's stand to protect it's talent and fans... I don't really have the full details but I'm warning you now so you can at least be prepared. I'm sorry if this upsets you because of how embarrassed you are already for all the attention you're getting.'

It was official, this was not going away anytime soon. Of course someone would want to milk her for the publicity. She wasn't trying to be difficult, but she never imagined that this was the way she would be introduced to the WWE Universe. She was in college right now trying to study for her Bachelors in Communication Studies to become a member of the creative team one day. Or even possibly become an on air backstage "journalist," but she knew that the latter of the two was a little far fetched. This was not how she wanted to break into a career with the company, she wanted to do it on her own merit. Her own hard work, dedication, and so forth. Nothing more, nothing less. Why was the universe being so complicated towards her right now?

'Ok, thanks for the heads up Lance. I promise I'll play nice when they call so you and Punk can stop worrying. I know that smug bastard already knows what's going on. Tell him I promise I'll keep my temper in check. Lol :)' She sent back to him.

'Actually the crew and several of the talent stopped over at an Arby's so we can grab something to eat, he's here. And yes, I'm gonna go tell him right now so I can get the satisfaction of seeing his face when he realizes that someone isn't afraid of calling him a 'smug bastard,' lmao ;)' Lance laughed as he sent his reply back to Persephaine.

She panicked.

'Shit! Lance don't you fucking dare! It was a joke! If you tell him I swear to God I'll ring your fucking neck next time I ever see you again!' She texted back to him as fast as she could.

'Lmfao too late! His facial expression was priceless! He asked me for your number by the way...' Lance eluded.

'You didn't... You wouldn't dare...' She was suddenly very nervous that he actually might have.

A second later, her phone dinged signaling a new text from someone.

' "Smug Bastard," huh? ;) Yeah, Lance told me. Busted.' She froze as soon as she read the text.

She went back and decided to reply back to Lance real quick.

'They will never be able to find your body. Ever.' Lance suddenly gulped as he read the text she just sent him. He knew he was in some deep shit as soon as he opened the text.

Satisfied, she went and texted Punk back.

'Oh we both know you're not actually offended, so stop pretending. Besides, now I have you're cell number... be careful. What's to stop me from letting it slip on oh say... twitter? ;) lol' She sent with an evil grin.

Alyssa finally made it back to the car in a huff.

"Let's get the fuck out of here! People were stopping me in the store and asking me a million questions about you! Nosey ass people!" She told Persephaine angrily.

'You wouldn't do that. Besides, you love me. [Insert smirk here]' Punk texted to her.

'I think someone is a little over confident in themselves... and I don't love you. I hate you, completely and fully hate you. So much. Can't you tell? :)' Smiling, she pressed sent.

"I'm sorry Lyss. Are you ok?" She asked her friend as she opened up her news paper while Alyssa drove back home.

Her phone beeped again, letting her know Punk responded back to her. Or Lance did to beg for his life. Either way, she was sure she was about to be entertained.

'Oh yeah, it's completely obvious how much you hate me. Especially last night, when you would nuzzle your head into my chest whenever I hugged you. Hahahaha' She blushed furiously. This is what she meant by smug bastard.

"Why are you so beat red over there? Who are you texting?" Alyssa asked her curiously.

"Just a really cocky person who thinks that he knows everything!" She answered looking away from her friend, embarrassed.

'I have not one clue what you're talking about. The tip of my nose was cold, and you were warm.' She lamely sent back to him.

'Bwhahahahaha! I just laughed way too hard at this! I smell bullshit! Hahaha ;) Well I gotta get back on the road, I'll text you later Persephaine. :)' She saw his reply, and smiled.

'Have fun, and safe travels. :)' She sent back and slipped her phone back in her pocket.

Once they arrived back home, Persephaine decided to jump online and see what exactly the dirt sheets were reporting. Knowing them, they either had all of her information by now, including her address, or they had a lot of misinformation about her and what happened last night. She swore if she saw one entry about her and Punk being some sort of couple or one night stand, she was going to curse some one completely out. And report them for poor, inappropriate journalism tactics.

Most of the sites were actually pretty accurate in their reporting of what had happened and wished Persephaine well and thanked her for what she had done. A few sites weren't as nice and accused her of setting this whole thing up so she could get her fifteen minutes of fame. She rolled her eyes at those sites. But the one thing they all had in common, was that they gave out her Twitter screen name. That didn't settle too well with her. But Twitter is an open forum, so it's not like she could complain about an invasion of privacy. A couple of the sites were even reporting on how they noticed that CM Punk was now following her on Twitter, and were speculating on what that could mean. Most assumed that it was a thank you thing, one or two of them suspected it had a romantic element to it and even used the pictures of them hugging and him carrying her to her car to support their, "case." Dumbasses.

Finally after reading a few more sites, she shut down her computer and went to take a nap. Her son would be coming home soon, and that meant she would have to deal with Jake. She sighed. Maybe he hadn't heard about what happened. Jake never was the type to stay up on current events in the news. But she knew her luck, was never that good. Closing her eyes, she settled in and welcomed the open bliss of dreamless sleep, where she could escape the craziness of press, fans, and Jake. Couldn't she just stay like this forever? She wished, reality was taking crazy turns and her biggest concern was for her son. She was praying that all of this wouldn't have a bad effect on him. She suddenly realized, she was more scared of what could happen because of all of this more than ever now. For her son, and herself.

With that she drifted off to sleep...

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