Chapter 3-Keep Your Friends Close and Your Enemies Closer

"What the hell are those two doing together?" Stacy yelled in Adam's ear.

"Relax.  Didn't we just discuss that people in this business are going to have friends of the opposite sex? You don't want to overreact like Andrew did with you and Randy." Adam said covering his ear while trying to reason with her.
"Shut up! No one asked you!" She shot back.

"But you just said…"
Trish interjected,  "Stacy calm down would you. There has to be a reasonable explanation for all this." She was visibly angered by the way Stacy was behaving toward Adam.

However, Stacy paid her no mind. Instead all her focus was transfixed on Gail and Andrew taking their bags out of the car.  "Let me out!"

"What!?"

"Let me out now!"

"Just let her go Trish. She's an adult and can handle this on her own. Besides I can't take much more of her screaming in my ear."

"Fine go. Just don't do anything stupid!" With that Adam stopped the car and unlocked the doors. Stacy didn't hesitate to get out.

"Those two have some serious problems." Adam nonchalantly said as he put the car in drive and began to continue looking for a parking spot.

"Yeah but if Stacy doesn't watch herself she may end up making a few enemies." Trish said as she turned around in her seat and saw Stacy yelling in Gail's face and Andrew watching amused by the altercation.

***

"Hey Trish!" Amy cheerfully said when she noticed her enter the women's locker room.

"Hey Amy." Trish answered sounding emotionally drained.

Concerned Amy asked, "Is everything alright? You sound like you've been through hell and back."

"Well honestly there is something wrong. It's just that—never mind."

"Girl you better tell me what's wrong before I beat it out of you." She said trying to maintain a straight face.

Trish threw her bag on the bench in the center of the locker room, sighed and then looked up at Amy—who was still trying to maintain her composure.

"Amy you are just a little sweet talker aren't ya." Trish said right before both girls completely lost it.

Laughter filled the room when suddenly the locker room door swung open with force, surprising the two women inside.

"That stupid fucking slut. I swear I am going to get her back for this!" Gail spouted out while holding her nose--not even acknowledging Amy or Trish.

"Whoa who busted your nose?" Amy asked when she noticed the blood dripping from the cracks in between her fingers.

"That blond bimbo bitch, Stacy. Can you believe she had the nerve to accuse me of trying to steal her boyfriend? Then she punched me in the nose."

"Well you did come out of his car." Trish causally added while digging through her bag.

"I needed a damn ride. Since when does accepting a ride from Andrew mean that I want him?" She threw her stuff in an empty locker next to Amy. "Look I don't need to explain myself to either of you. All you both need to know is that bitch was out of line and she will pay!"

"Oh grow up Gail. What is revenge going to solve? Besides knowing you—you probably said something to deserve that punch."

"God knows that I would do the same thing." Trish mumbled under her breath.

 "Whatever." Gail said dismissing Trish and Amy as she walked out of the locker room.

"So where were we?" Amy's gaze shifted toward Trish.

"Oh yeah um…well I had this strange dream last night. It really bothered me when I woke up this morning. At first I wasn't sure why the damn dream had such an affect on me. The details were really fuzzy this morning but as the day's been going on the pieces have been slowly filling in."

"And…"

"And I think that something really bad is going to happen to Stacy."

"So you came to this conclusion based on…"

"Yeah , yeah based on my dream. I know it's silly but there have been to may coincidences. I don't know maybe I've lost my damned mind. I do know that I lost my best friend in that dream and I made a promise to bring her killer to justice."

"That sounds like some strange shit. Let's all just hope that it doesn't come true."

"Let's hope so." Trish sighed as she closed her locker door, "Ames I'll talk to you later. I'm going to find Adam and see if he wants to grab a bite to eat before the show starts. You care to join us?"

"Thanks but no thanks. Matt and I grabbed something before we got here."

"Okay then. I guess I'll see you later. By the way have you got a copy of the matches tonight?"

 "No I haven't. Still have no clue what my match is tonight. You know how the writers like to change the script around at the last minute."

"Eh I guess we'll find out soon enough. I mean it is still pretty early." Trish said as she made her way out of the locker room.

***

"Why the fuck not Stacy!?"

 "Because I can't do that to Andrew."

Trish was taken aback when she heard the familiar voices yelling behind the closed door of the men's locker room. She looked around the hall to see if anyone was near by. When she saw that there wasn't she pressed her ear against the door to hear more of the conversation.

"Even after all the times that guy has hurt you—you still refuse to leave him? I don't understand. Didn't last week in my room mean anything to you."

"Yes…I mean no…I don't know. But Randy it can't happen again and that I know for sure."

"I don't believe this!"

"Owe let go of my arm. You're hurting me."

Oh my God should I help her?  Trish thought to herself.

"We can either do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way Stace."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I always get what I want. Especially when it comes to women. A word of advice babe, if Randy boy doesn't get what he wants then Randy boy gets mad. And believe me Stace you don't want me to get mad."

Boy this girl surely knows how to pick 'em.

Trish was startled out of her thoughts by a hand being placed on her shoulder. She swiftly turned around and gazed vindictively at the person standing before her.