CHAPTER 5

*Adam's P.O.V.

When Jay and I got back to my locker room, and I was pissed. I punched the wall. My temper tantrum was interrupted a minute or two later with a knock on the door. Jay answered it. Jeff walked in, then behind him....... Chris.

"Hey guys. What's up?" Chris asked, smiling. I glared at him and he backed away. I heard him whisper to Jay,"What's wrong with him?" Jay just shrugged.

"Guys." I said, breaking my silence. "I wanna change, please go?" The guys got up and walked out. Jay looked at me one more time, with sympathy before he left the room. I sighed and sat down on the couch. I picked up a letter from my bag that Nicole had wrote. It basically said how happy she was to be my friend. 'What crap.' I thought. 'Friends don't matter, lovers do.'

*Nicole's P.O.V.

After I talked to my girls, I went in search of Adam, to explain Chris' kiss. "Chris likes me, but I like Adam, but does Adam like me?" I asked myself. "Chris said that he liked a girl that one of his friends like. Is Adam the friend?" I continued asking myself questions until I almost walked into two blonde Canadians and the sweet multi-colored Southerner, that had quickly became one of my best friends.

"Hey Nickie." Jay greeted, hugging me. "What's up?"

"Not much, just looking for someone." I replied.

"Adam?" Jeff questioned. I looked at him and nodded slightly, taking notice of the weird look in Chris' blue eyes. Jealousy?

"Chris, can I talk to you?" I asked. Chris nodded and led me down the hall. When we arrived in a deserted part of the hallway, I sat on the floor Indian Style, while Chris sat and stretched his legs. We were awkwardly silent for a few minutes.

Breaking our silence, Chris asked, "So what did you wanna talk about?"

"Um, I just wanted to make sure you're not mad at me. Because of before and all. I didn't wanna hurt you, and I just felt bad."

"It's cool." Chris answered. "You can't help it if your heart leads you to Adam. I just needed to tell you the truth."

I nodded. "Thanks, Chris. You're an awesome friend." I stood up and hugged him. Then I said good-bye and walked to Adam's locker room and knocked on the door.

"What?" I heard Adam's voice ask.

"Adam, it's me can I come in?" I asked. The next thing I knew, the door opened. "Hi." I said. Adam moved the left a little so I could get into the room. I walked in and looked around. There were things that looked like they had been thrown across the room.

"Sit, if you want." Adam said. I sat, and he sat across from me.

"Adam, are you mad at me?" I asked getting to the point. He seemingly ignored me and stood up, turning his back to me.

"Nicole, do you like Jericho?" He asked. He turned around and looked at me. His face was solemn and I couldn't read his eyes like usual.

"What?" I asked.

"Come on, your not Stone Cold, give it up. Do you or do you not the Chris?"

"Adam, Chris is just a friend. I don't think of him that way. I've never even thought of what it would be like to date Chris. Why do care suddenly?"

Again, Adam ignored me. "Then why did you kiss him?"

'Oh god he saw.' I thought. "That wasn't anything, Adam. And why do you care? It's not like you own me or anything." Adam got mad and clenched up his fists. I watched as his knuckles turned white.

"Your right, I don't own you, do what you want. See how much I care." Adam walked closer to me and he stared down at me locking eyes. I could read his eyes now. His eyes were full anger and yet, at the same time, saddness.

"Adam, what is your problem? You seem jealous."

"I'm not jealous. I could care less what you do." Adam looked away, like he didn't want to see me. I granted his wish and slowly turned around, walking out of the room. As soon as he was out of sight, I let my tears flow, crying like a little baby.

All I could think of when I hurried back to my dressing room was Adam saying, 'I could care less what you do.' How could he? What kind of friend was he? How could I have cared for him? As I was thinking to myself, I wasn't watching where I was going, and I walked into someone.

"I'm sorry." I apologized quickly, not looking up.

"Nic?" I heard a familiar voice asked. I looked up to see Chris staring back at me. Concern evident in his gorgeous blue eyes. "Are you alright?" he asked, noticing that I had been crying. I wanted to say yes and just go home and cry, all alone. But instead, I didn't. I shook my head 'no' and I started crying more. Chris pulled me close and held on to me. He got my things for me and brought me back to the hotel to get some rest. Little did we know that Adam saw the whole thing.

A/N: Well, how is it? Good, bad, stupid? Let me know. Please be nice, though. I'd like input. What to change what to keep the same. Who should Nicole end up with? Adam or Chris? R&R please!!! :) Nicole ***