Determined to get back into the swing of this fic :) hope you enjoy, read and review please
Trish picked her wrestling boots out of her gym bag and sat down on the near by bench to start lacing them up. She had a match with Molly tonight and she was determined to it give everything she had, if it was the last thing she would do, she was dead set on proving to everyone that she was worthy of becoming women's champion again.
As of late however her vision had been clouded with daydreams of her and Chris. She had been watching him from afar for so long and now it seemed like she was finally going to get to show him exactly how she felt about him. She knew that he didn't feel as strongly as she did, after all her feelings had been brewing over time...to him the idea of them was new but she was willing to wait for him to see that they were perfect for each other.
Tonight she had to forget all about him though, because her in ring work was suffering. She prided herself on constant improvement and she couldn't let anything, not even love, hurt that.
"Hey Trish."
Startled she looked up to meet the smile of another fellow Canadian, Jay Reso. "Oh hey Jay, what's up?"
He cross his arms and leaned into the lockers, "Just looking for Chris, Have you seen him?"
The blonde finished tying her boots, leaving a perfect bow visible before pulling her purple spandex down over it. "Um actually I haven't seen him." She responded, slightly hurt by the admittance. As clear minded as she wanted to be, Trish was still secretly hoping that he would stop by to wish her luck. But it looked like that wasn't going to happen now, because she was up next.
"Oh, I figured I was sure to find him here, what with a pretty thing like you for a girlfriend? How could he be anywhere else?"
Trish smiled up at him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "I'm not sure what you mean."
Jay reached out and tilted her jaw up to look at him, "I mean he's a lucky son of a bitch Patricia."
Before she could question his intentions any further the locker room door came open, causing Jay to step back. Trish couldn't help but let a huge grin engorge her face when she saw that it was Chris, and he wasn't empty handed...he was holding a single long stemmed rose.
"Good luck babe." He said softly, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek.
Her hand found the back of his neck holding him there; she'd never get sick of the feeling of him close to her. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He told her, pulling back...suddenly noticing his best friend standing there. "Jay what are you doing here?"
"Looking for you actually," Jay responded, sending Trish an awkward glance, "I got your voice mail and wanted to know what you were going on about....when you talk a mile a minute dude, I don't get a word you say."
Chris glared at him as if somehow he was about to shoot fire with his eyes, he didn't want to talk about the message in front of Trish...she didn't need to hear about his ex.
The woman sensed the odd animosity in the air and lightly brushed Chris's arm, "Baby my match is in five, I better head to gorilla. You boys talk." She suggested, talking his face between her hands and kissing him before leaving them alone.
Jericho extended his hand and slapped Jay upside the head, leaving him in both pain and confusion, "What was that for man?"
"Why did you bring that up in front of her? The message was about Stephanie moron."
Jay continued to rub his head, which by now was throbbing. "Well I didn't hear a word of it, sorry I don't have a decoder for your frantic voicemails."
"It wasn't frantic, I was just nervous I was on my way to see Steph." Chris retorted, running a hand back through his hair in thought.
The other man sighed heavily, "Listen Chris, I know that a lot of this really isn't my business, but Trish is a sweet girl...she deserves better then being second best..."
"You think I don't realise that?" Chris yelled, frustrated with everything. "That's why I had to see Steph."
His brow lowered, "Is it just me or did that sentence seem ass backwards...how is seeing her helping things with your girlfriend?"
Chris took a seat on the bench behind him, his face finding his hands, "I had to make sure she understood that we were completely over....letting her kiss me that night was a mistake and I had to make sure she knew that."
The other Canadian followed his lead and took a seat beside him, laying a hand on his shoulder. "And?"
"I think it's finally over."
