AUTHOR'S NOTE IN CHAPTER 1
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Chris sat on his bed, waiting impatiently for Amy to come back from wherever she went to in the morning. It was already 6 pm and he hasn't seen her for at least 10 hours. She was REALLY avoiding him, but he figured she couldn't really avoid him since they share a room. He continued to read his Sports Illustrated and sighed. A sudden knock came from the door. He looked up, hoping it would be Amy. As the door opened, it turned out to be Trish.
"Hey, Chris," Trish walked towards him after shutting the door, "How ya doing?" She sat next to him on the bed and flipped her hair to one side, "I'm sorry about what's happening to you and Amy."
"So I take it she's telling stories." Chris said, sounding annoyed. Trish took a breath and leaned closer to him, "Yeah, but I understand. I know that it's very hard for you to see her with Benoit...she's just trying to help him." Chris turned to face Trish but was caught by the view of her cleavage. He chuckled a little, "Don't you ever wear a sweater?" Trish looked down and found herself exposing a bit too much again, "Sorry."
"It's alright." He couldn't get the image of her chest off his mind, but he continued, "I know you're trying to help, but I don't wanna discuss this now. I just wanna talk to her. Do you know where she is?"
Suddenly, the door swings open and Amy walks in. She found the two on the bed and tried to fight the urge to yell at Chris, "Hello, Trish." Trish got the hint that she needed to leave so she gave Chris a seductive look, walked past Amy, and left the room. "What was she here for?"
"Nothing."
"It's always nothing with you, huh, Chris? But when it comes to me, I always have to explain everything." She stood before him with her hands on her hips.
Chris put his magazine down, "Are we gonna start this again? Can't we just talk calmly?"
"Calmly? That's too hard for you, Chris. Why don't I just hand you this chair and I take this other one and let's take out our frustrations to one another." She pointed to the two chairs folded up near the TV.
"Look," He walked up to her with a pissed off look in his eyes, "I don't wanna fight. I wanna settle this. I don't want to yell anymore and I don't want to hear you cry at night. I don't want you not wanting me to your company."
"Well, don't be such a jackass." Amy walked past him but he grabbed her arm. "Let go of me, Chris."
"No, we're gonna talk about this."
"Think about it, Chris! There's nothing to talk about! Benoit and I are friends...that's it! Why are you so jealous?!"
"I wouldn't be so jealous if you weren't groping on him all the time!" Chris shouted. He knew he was gonna lose control but he couldn't hold it.
Amy's fear went away and she looked him dead in the eye, "Of all the times that we've been together, I've never seen you act like this. Now, you're grabbing and attempting to hit and then you wanna just talk about it calmly? You know, I'm sick of it, Chris!"
"Don't you think I'm sick of it, too?!?!" He tightened his grasp on her arm, and she didn't seem like it hurt her, "Yes, I'm jealous! But Benoit....I hate his guts! He cost me my last relationship and I don't wanna lose this one to him again! I don't my girlfriends turning out to be his wife later on!"
"Who said I loved Benoit?! He's my friend! You can't get that???" She suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe because of the way he looked at her, "Let go of me." There was a long silent pause between then. But the silence made it even louder. Their glares at eachother could burn their eyes and their soul, and finally he let go. he glanced down at the mark his hand made on her arm...almost like a bruise. In fact, it was turning into a bruise. Amy walked away and into the bathroom, slamming the door as loud as possible.
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"God damn it!" Chris muttered as he made his way down the hallway of the hotel floor. On his way to the elevator, he bumped into Trish, who was dressed in really short shorts and a loose WWF Attitude shirt. "Chris, where you headed off to?"
"To drive off a bridge. Care to join me?" He didn't look her in the eye but he kept pressing the down button on the elevator.
"No thanks. I have a lot of things in life that I don't want to leave." She fooled around with her hair clip until she finally put her hair up. "What happened, another fight?"
"I'm surprised you didn't hear. Your room is right across from ours. Damn it!" He kept pressing the down button. "Wh-what are you doing walking down this hallway in that attire?"
"I'm comfortable in this attire. Besides, I was gonna go get some coffee downstairs. I was hoping you would join me and not drive off a bridge." Her voice suddenly became hot. It was like a hypnotist to Chris. He turned to her and she was giving him a seductive look again. "You know Chris, I wanted to talk to you about a little....um...business."
The way she had said the word turned him on. He knew it wasn't just business...it was something more. Besides, this was Trish Stratus. Obviously, the elevator wanted him to go with Trish so he agreed. When she pressed the down button, in less than 5 seconds, the doors opened and they went in.
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"Amy!!! Hello!?"
Amy got up from the bed and opened the door. Surprised that she found HHH standing before her. "Hunter, what are you doing here?"
"I saw Trish and Chris go in the elevator...and I heard some yelling a few minutes ago. Are you okay?" He had a concerned look in his eyes which made Amy become more uncomfortable. Why was he here? Of all people, she figured Benoit would come to the door. "I'm fine...but what are you-"
"Sssh..." He placed a finger on her lips and slowly walked inside, "I was just wondering. I have a feeling that Chris and Trish have something going on. Do you know anything?"
Amy shrugged, "All I know is that she was here earlier. But that doesn't mean anything." She tried to set a distance between them but Hunter kept getting closer. "Why are you here?'
"Just to see." He was avoiding that topic. He looked around the room and found Chris's SI magazines on the bed. "So, what's the news between you?"
"There's no news...why do you care?"
"Are you scared of me, Amy? I don't want you to be scared of me." He started to walk towards her. She shook her head and lied, "No, I'm not scared. Just curious." Hunter's expression softened a little and Amy calmed down.
"What's wrong with you guys? I thought you were a picture perfect couple." Hunter opened a magazine and scanned through the pages.
"Well, we're not. We're anything but perfect. In fact, I don't even know about the couple part." She sat down across from him on her bed, "But if it's okay...I'd like to confide in you about some things."
"Sure, anything." He put the magazine down and looked at her, "What's the problem?"
"Everything," She nearly choked, "Chris is so jealous of Benoit. He acts like he's gonna lose me to him. It makes me so angry because I thought he was different. Then he suddenly became a little violent, more verbally....I think."
Hunter nodded, "What's keeping you from leaving him?"
"I don't know." She shrugged. "Everytime I see him, I just wanna grab my hair and pull it all out. But then again, I also wanna love him and all that mushy stuff." Hunter held her hand and she was a little shocked. But she continued, "Is he who I'm supposed to be with or what? I thought so...but I'm not sure now. I guess the word I'm looking for is confused."
Hunter pulled himself closer, "Do you really love him?" No response. "Do you?" Again, no response. He placed a hand on her chin and looked into her eyes, "Amy, you don't deserve to be with someone who doesn't show their love to you. Especially when it comes to being physical..." He looked down at her arm and she nearly sobbed. She wondered why he was here but she didn't care. She knew he understood. "Amy, say something."
"I...." She wanted to just die. "I don't-" Suddenly, Hunter pulled her into a kiss. At first, Amy wanted to pull away...but she hesitated. She knew this was wrong but her conscience wasn't kicking in. She gave in to Hunter as he laid her down on the bed. Why him? Why is he here? Confusion surrounded her head and she felt she was losing herself in the ecstasy going on in the bed. This was wrong. Dead wrong, and if Chris found out......
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"Trish, what are you doing?" Chris said pulling away from the blond. "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm trying to kiss you! Chris, you don't need Amy....you need someone who will satisfy your needs. Someone like me." Trish said. Chris was looking her in the eye with a confused look on his face.
"I get enough satisfaction from Amy, thank you very much." Chris started to get up but Trish grabbed his arm, "You know you want me. You want this!" She pointed to her chest, "You were eyeing it earlier..."
"Yeah, because it was just out there! Trish, I can't believe you....Amy's supposed to be your friend. I can't believe you were trying to make me sleep with you. God, you disgust me." He walked away and into the elevator. Trish grinned evilly and took one last sip of her coffee. As she watched Jericho step inside the elevator, she giggled, "Surprise."
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