A/N: Just wanna take a minute to thank everyone that reviewed the first chapter! Vera and I are both really excited about this fic, and to see that you guys enjoyed the first chapter so much, well, it was awesome. Please continue to read and leave us your thoughts, what you like, what you don't like, all of it. Thanks again for reviewing, guys! Hope you enjoy this chapter!
This chapter is by me, Tina =)
Still seething from her encounter earlier with the man formerly known as Y2J, Lita stomped down the hallway to catering. She could feel her stomach grumbling—it had been several hours since she'd eaten—and Lita hoped that getting some food in her would make her feel at least a little bit better.
She had just stepped inside the large room when her gaze landed upon the person she had just been thinking about, the current recipient of her anger and hatred. The blonde appeared to be lost in thought, and didn't notice her until she spoke.
"Great," the fiery Diva muttered, with a roll of her eyes. "Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse."
"It's always a pleasure to see you too," Chris replied just as scathingly.
"You think you have enough chicken on that plate? It's not like your fat ass needs it," Lita pointed out, her tone rather hateful.
But her insult was lost on Chris, who just shook his head and chuckled.
"Ouch, your words cut me to the bone," Chris retorted, as he piled yet another piece of chicken onto his plate. He glanced over at Lita out of the corner of his eye. Her face was red, and he could tell that she was extremely pissed off. Seeing the redhead in this condition amused him—it was too easy to mess with her head, which Chris enjoyed. He loved teasing the woman to the point of aggravation.
"So, is there a reason why you decided to follow me to catering?"
"I wasn't following you, I came to get something to eat," Lita snapped. "Or is your ego so big that you think you're actually important enough to be followed?"
The Canadian didn't reply, he just simply adopted that smarmy look he was known for, and continued piling food on his already full plate.
Disgusted by the way her day was going at this point, Lita stormed out of catering, not even bothering to pick up her plate of food. Her appetite was gone anyway, thanks to one Chris Jericho.
She didn't bother to watch where she was going as she was walking, and was quite surprised when she found herself being guided to the other side of the room by a very familiar figure.
"Hey you," the man whispered huskily, pushing Lita up against the nearest wall. Adam lazily kissed all the way down Amy's neck, stopping just at her throat so he could speak.
"So, I was thinking that later tonight, we could go back to my hotel room and have a nice, romantic little candlelight dinner," Adam murmured, as he nuzzled Lita's neck. "How's that sound?"
"Since when do you cook?" Lita said, squirming away from her boyfriend.
Obviously hurt by Lita's reaction, Adam stepped back a bit, folding his arms across his chest protectively.
"What's got you all bitchy?" he snapped.
"Nothing," Lita replied, shrugging. "I'm not bitchy."
"Whatever you say, Ames," the blonde Canadian stated. He ran a hand through his hair and continued,
"Is this about Chris? Did you two get into another argument or something?"
When the woman didn't reply, Adam let out a long sigh of exasperation.
"You hate Chris, I get that, but now that we're all on the same roster, I think you could at least make an effort to try and get along with him."
Get along with Chris? It just wasn't possible. Adam could stand there and tell her to, and act like it was so easy to do, but he wasn't her. When it came right down to it, Lita knew that she'd never be able to get along with Chris, no matter how hard she tried. He was cocky, arrogant, self-absorbed, and brash. All he cared about was himself and how he could benefit from everyone else's problems. He used people, and that was why Lita had no use for him. Trish was her best friend, and Lita loved her dearly, but she just couldn't see what Trish found attractive about him.
She didn't even want to think about it anymore. Chris Jericho wasn't worth her time.
Changing the subject, Lita questioned,
"What about Jay? You didn't invite him to join us tonight, did you? Please tell me you didn't, Adam..last time we did this he got drunk and proceeded to cry in his spaghetti." The image alone caused her to shudder. Jay was not a pleasant person when he drank.
"Actually, I think he's going to hang with Trish and Chris tonight," Adam responded.
Lita groaned loudly.
"Poor Trish."
"Yeah," Adam said, absent-mindedly. "Well, babe, I'm gonna go hit the showers—we still on for tonight?"
"Sounds like a plan," Lita answered, standing on her tiptoes so that she could kiss her boyfriend's cheek quickly. "I'll call you when I get back to the hotel."
In reality, the last thing she wanted to do was go to Adam's hotel room later that night, not because she didn't love him, but because her foul mood wasn't likely to go away anytime soon, and she didn't want to take her anger out on him. Going straight back to her room, taking a nice hot shower and curling up under the covers of the comfy bed sounded like a much better option to her, but she didn't want to hurt Adam's feelings.
The redhead silently cursed herself as she realized that she was doing exactly what that asshole wanted her to do—she was allowing him to get inside her head and get a rise out of her. Adam's words about trying to get along with Chris kept echoing in her head, and she immediately felt her blood boil again. No one seemed to comprehend that the Chris they knew and apparently loved was simply a facade.
That was the thing about Chris: to everyone else, he was funny and witty and a complete sweetheart. Lita knew that everyone, including Adam, thought she was exaggerating and blowing the whole situation out of proportion.
Before the draft, her life had been drama-free and happy for once. Now, everything was topsy-turvy and it seemed as if she was being punished for that in the form of Chris being sent to Smackdown.
Why was this happening now? What had she done wrong?
Lita was sure of one thing: by year's end, one of them would be gone from Smackdown. Co-existing just wasn't possible..either she would kill him or he'd drive her off the brink of sanity.
