* OH MY GOD??!! WHAT DID I DO??* I was crying by this point. He didn't deserve me. No matter what, I was still Trish. I couldn't trust myself and I couldn't let him trust me. They were right. Everyone was right. I was no good. I wasn't good enough for him.

"I kissed Bubba, I kissed Bubba!" I started hyperventilating. This was soo not good. There was a knock at the door. *Fuck*.

"Who is it?" I knew only too well who it was.

"Trish open the door." Bubba said, pleadingly.

"NO. Do yourself a favor and stay away from me!!"

"Trish? No, I don't want to stay away from you!!"

I ripped the door open.

"This is for your own good!!" I shrieked. Bubba stared down at me in shock. "I'm still Trish Stratus, or better yet, Trash Sluttish. You want nothing to do with me! I don't trust myself. I could hurt you badly!"

"Trish, that's a chance I'm willing to take." God, he was cute.

"No." I said tearfully. "It's not a chance I'm willing to take. I don't want to hurt anybody else. Why do you think I stay away from everybody? I'm tired of hurting people! I would HATE myself if I hurt you! Bubba, find someone else. Someone who won't hurt you." Shit. He was angry now.

"Fine Trish. I'll stay away from you! I won't help you, I won't speak to you, I won't look at you. Good-bye." He turned around and walked back to his room. I would have hated to be in his path. The feeling in my stomach was horrible. I slid down to the floor in the middle of the hallway and cried. Suddenly, someone was next to me. I looked up into the face of....

"Chyna? What are you doing here?"

"Well, this is the city I live in, so I thought since the WWE is in-town, why not go see my best friends? Bad night, huh?"

I wiped me eyes as she sat down next to me. "Yeah."

"Let's go inside and you can tell me what's going on." Chyna helped me up and we went into the room. She shut the door, then came and sat next to me.

"Ok, girl, talk."

"I love Bubba. I haven't been on a date with him, I haven't been on good terms with him for even a month and I love him. LOVE him. Everything about him makes me so happy. But I would only hurt him. No matter what I'm still Trash Sluttish. In everyone's eyes."

"everyone's? Not in my eyes. Not in Lita's. Not in Jackie's. Not in Matt and Jeff's. And obviously not in Bubba's."

"But Chyna, I don't trust myself. I don't think I could ever change the way I am."

"Haven't you already?"

"What do you mean?"

"You have so many friends, where as you had none when you started. Your clothes are much more casual and cover way more. And when you liked Jeff, you never had any intention of hurting him in any way. Did you?"

I thought long and hard about what she said. She was so right. I hate it when people are right.

"He is so mad at me now! I can't do anything."

"Give yourself some time. Figure out your issues. Then come roaring back to snatch him up."

I laughed. "I might just do that. So, wanna go get Jackie and have a night out on the town?"

Chyna laughed. "Sure."

I called Jackie to tell her, then Chyna and I headed down to her hotel room. Chyna knocked on the door, which opened seconds later and the whirlwind named Jackie jumped on Chyna.

"CHYNA!! You're here!! I missed you!!" Chyna laughed as she hugged Jackie.

"Let's go!" I bounced up and down and they laughed as they followed me to the elevators. But no matter how happy I acted on the outside, what had happened earlier was eating my heart up inside. As we went down to the lobby, I looked up, and saw him walking down the 4th floor hallway, where he stopped at a room and knocked on the door. I had just enough time to see a very feminine hand appear from behind the door before they were out of my line of vision. So quickly he gets over me.

"Trish, what's wrong?" I realized I was crying as Jackie put her hand on my shoulder.

"Chyna, he's over me."

"Chyna? What's she talking about?" Jackie looked confused.

"We'll tell you at the bar. Come on." Chyna stepped out of the elevator as the doors opened and Jackie and I followed. We followed Chyna out to her car, and I climbed in the back while Jackie sat in the front next to Chyna. I stared out the window in tears, all the way to the bar. When we finally arrived, Chyna used her size advantage against the slutty little waitress to get us a private booth in a corner. I slid in first and leaned against the wall. Chyna and Jackie slid in across from me.

"OK, what happened?" Jackie looked from me to Chyna and back again. I sighed as I sat up.

"Ok, I fucked up and I fucked up good. Bubba hates me and he will never speak to me again."

"What? Why?"

"Because I kissed him and then I hid from him, and when I finally opened the door to talk to him, I told him to go away before I hurt him because that's all I'm good for."

"But you're nothing like you used to be!!"

"That's what I told her." Chyna said as the waitress walked over.

"What can I get you guys?"

"We will not get drunk tonight. So a round of Kiddie Cocktails." Chyna smiled

The waitress laughed as she wrote down the order. I couldn't help but laugh either. As soon as the waitress left, we got back to the subject at hand.

"So what had you crying in the elevator."

"I looked up to the fourth floor and saw him go into a room, and I saw a very feminine hand."

"Fourth floor? Do you know what room it was?"

"It was above mine in a straight line so I'd say 416."

"That's where Stacy's room is."

"What? How did you know that?" Oh yeah, I find out this piece of information and instead of marching right back to that hotel and kicking some Barbie-wannabe ass, I ask how she knows.

"I saw the paper with the room assignments when I was talking to J.R. earlier about my match next week on RAW."

"And you remembered hers?"

"hey, it's useful to know this stuff for pranks and stuff."

"Oh, yeah." I remembered when Lita and I put some "love notes" under Stacy's door around Valentine's day. It was so funny when she sat by herself in that restaurant half the night waiting for her "secret admirer" to show up. I know, I'm terrible.

"Shit." I almost smacked my head into the table, but Chyna caught my head and it pushed it back up.

"Don't start." We sat back and acted normal while the waitress put down our drinks. As soon as she was gone, however, I burst in to tears. Chyna and Jackie sighed.

"I messed up sooo bad. If it had been any other girl, I could have gotten him back, but no it's Stacy."

"Trish, look at me." Chyna said, very commandingly.

I looked up reluctantly.

"Don't put yourself down, ever. It just makes things worse. Give it time, and in no time at all, he'll be all yours. Just be the real Trish, not the fake facade. Not Trash Sluttish. Because we all know that Trish is dead and gone."

I smiled. Only Chyna could say something like that and be right. Maybe she was right. Sitting there with Jackie and Chyna right then, I knew I'd get Bubba back. One way or another, I would do it.

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