PART TWO

LATER THAT NIGHT
Adam and Matt stood with John as they watched Britney, Nicole, and Dawn Marie dancing together. Matt stood in the middle of his friends laughing at how they admired the two women Nicole was dancing with. "Guys, go ask them to dance."

John turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "Should I?"

"If you don't, I will." Matt responded. "I don't have Amy here and I'm bored."

"No, no, no." John responded quickly. "I can do it."

Matt and Adam laughed, watching John walk over to the girls and ask Dawn to dance. Nicole and Britney just laughed and pushed Dawn closer to him.

"Ok Adam, your turn."

Adam looked at Matt like he was crazy. "My turn?"

"Yeah, man I know you like Brit, just go ask her."

"Where in the world did you get the idea that I like Brit? She's just a... friend."

"Uh huh, right. I believe you Copeland. Well why don't you ask her to dance as a 'friend'." Matt suggested, using finger quotes. "Unless, you're chicken?"

"I'm not chicken." Adam protested. "You know what? I will, just to prove you wrong."

"Good, go do it then."

Adam just rolled his eyes and walked away.

ON THE DANCE FLOOR
"Brit, look." Nicole said, nudging her friend.

"What?" Britney asked, looking over to where Nicole was pointing. Blushing slightly, she smiled when she saw Adam approaching them.

"Hey." He greeted, smiling at her, then Nicole.

Taking the hint, Nicole nodded. "Ok, I'm gonna... go... talk to Matt."

"Nic..." Britney started. Shaking her head, she looked up and met Adam's eyes.

Adam blushed and smiled. "Do you, wanna dance?" He questioned, biting his lip slightly.

"Sure." Britney replied, taking his hand.

*Nicole and Matt*

"Good job Matt." Nicole praised, watching her friends dance. "I can't believe you got Adam over there."

Smiling, Matt responded. "I told him he was chicken, he wanted to prove me wrong."

The two laughed, then smiled as they noticed Torrie Wilson and her husband Peter Gruner (Billy Kidman) approaching them.

"Hey Nic, hey Matt." Torrie greeted.

"Hey Tor, what's up?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to tell Matt good job on getting Adam and Brit to dance. They look so cute together."

"If only they would admit to that." Nicole responded, laughing.

"Hopefully they'll realize it soon." Torrie agreed. "Hey Nic, I wanted to ask you something."

"Yeah?" Nicole asked.

"Have you talked to Brock Lesnar since he got here?"

Raising an eyebrow, Nicole shook her head. "No... well I ran into him today, but I don't think that counts."

"You ran into him?" Matt questioned. "When?"

"Matt, it's not a big deal." Nicole said calmly. "When I went back to my locker room, I was walking back to you guys, I turned the corner and walked into him."

"Is that it?" Matt asked.

Rolling her eyes, Nicole nodded. "Yes Dad, it is." She had purposely left out the part about Paul Heyman, knowing that Matt hadn't been able to stand Heyman or Brock for that matter, since they had messed with Amy earlier that year.

"Ok, I'm just checking. We all know who Brock's manager is. And I don't trust Heyman as far as I can throw him."

"Yeah, but you might want to throw him. Like into a river." Peter joked. He hated Heyman as much as anyone else, having worked with him during the Invasion. He'd seen Heyman hit on every woman in the Alliance, with the exception of Charlene (Jazz). He knew she would kick his ass if he messed with her.

Torrie nodded. "That man is one of the sleaziest, most disgusting..."

Nicole just nodded, not wanting to hear horror stories about Paul Heyman's antics. She had seen him looking at her and Britney on more than one occasion. They both knew how much Heyman hated them, he thought they were selfish brats who didn't deserve to be in WWE. But, his disdain for the divas didn't stop him from staring at them whenever they were around him.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Nicole let her gaze wander over to Adam and Britney, who were now slow-dancing. Nicole smiled and looked behind the couple, noticing two people walking into the club. "Shit." She muttered, looking away.

"Speak of the devil." Matt announced, pointing to Heyman and Brock, who were making their way to the bar.

"What a way to ruin a night." Torrie remarked, turning her back to the two men.

"Who cares? Just ignore them." Nicole replied, shrugging. "I'm going to go get a drink. Anyone want anything?"

Matt shook his head and grabbed Nicole's arm. "Nic, let me get the drinks."

"Matt, I'm a big girl. I think I can walk to the bar for a root beer by myself."

Matt rolled his eyes and ignored Torrie and Peter's snickers. "I don't trust you going anywhere near Heyman."

"Matt, we're in a bar. And I have friends all over the place. I'm not afraid of Heyman." Matt sighed and released Nicole's arm.

"Be careful." Matt warned. Nicole nodded and walked away.

AT THE BAR
Nicole walked up to the bar, standing on Paul Heyman's right side. Ignoring him, she spoke to the bartender. "Can I have a root beer?"

"Not a drinker, huh?"

Rolling her eyes, Nicole turned her head toward the voice, which was more like a squeal. "That's none of your business."

"Oh, I'm sorry Nicole, I was just trying to make conversation."

"If you say so. And, as a matter of fact, no I'm not much of a drinker."

"But why? Drinking can help you immensely. It helps you get rid of all your inhibitions." Heyman said, reaching a hand up to touch Nicole's brown hair.

Shoving his hand away, Nicole glared at him, her blue eyes flashing. "Keep your disgusting hands off me, Heyman."

"You know a slut like you likes it." Heyman sneered, standing up so he had at least three inches of height on her, suddenly making Nicole wish she'd worn bigger heeled shoes. She didn't like how he was looking down at her.

"Fuck off." She shot back, backing up more.

Heyman just laughed as he stared at her.

Averting her gaze, Nicole looked to her right and met Brock Lesnar's blue eyes. She couldn't quite read the look, but by the way Brock looked away right as they locked eyes told Nicole that he was about as comfortable with this as she was.

"Miss, your drink."

Turning around, Nicole grabbed her drink and backed away from Heyman more. Shuddering at the look he sent her, Nicole quickly returned to her friends.

"Hey kid." Adam greeted.

Sending him a fake smile, Nicole turned to Britney. "Can we go?"

Eyeing her friend in concern, Britney replied. "Why, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just don't feel well." Nicole lied.

"Okay, we'll go." Britney answered. "Hey guys, Nic doesn't feel well, we're gonna go home."

"You okay Nic?" Matt questioned, concerned.

"Yeah." Nicole said, nodding. "Just a stomachache."

"Okay, well, we'll all go." Matt answered.

"You don't have to." Nicole protested.

"It's okay." Adam explained. "It's late, we should all get back to the hotel and get some sleep."

Giving in, Nicole nodded and followed her friends as they made their way to the door. Before she walked out the door, she noticed the look Paul Heyman sent her. It was a look that told her this was far from over.

Here's the next chapter… hope you guys like it!  Let us know what you think!!!!  Thanks! **Britney and Nicole