PART NINE
LATER THAT NIGHT
"Nic, what is up with you tonight?" Britney asked, having to jog to keep up with the incredibly brisk pace Nicole was walking at. Nicole looked over her shoulder as she continued down the hallway, sending Britney a confused look.
"What are you talking about?" she questioned, facing forward again. Britney sighed as she now had to run to keep up with Nicole. They were on the their way to the locker room after Britney's match with Dawn Marie. Groaning loudly, Britney caught up to Nicole and grabbed her by the arm, stopping her and spinning the brunette around to face her.
"You know what I'm talking about Nic… you have barely spoken three words to me all day, and you botched that one spot in my match a few minutes ago," Britney noted. Nicole shrugged, pulling out of the grasp Britney had on her arm.
"Sorry… it was only one mistake," she answered casually.
"You only had one spot!" Britney cried.
"You need to calm the hell down! So what if I messed up my spot? You act like you've *never* screwed up before! Oh wait… I forgot, being an almighty McMahon means you NEVER mess up, doesn't it!?" Nicole yelled back. Britney's mouth dropped into a scowl… she really resented that comment. Just because certain members of her family were lazy and didn't take responsibility for their mistakes didn't mean that she was the same way.
"Don't go bitchy on me just because you're not talking to me about what's wrong!" Britney yelled back, raising her voice a notch or two. She was really offended by what Nicole had said, especially since it came from the mouth of her supposed best friend. Nicole groaned with annoyance, smacking her forehead.
"NOTHING is wrong Britney!" Nicole screamed, pushing Britney away from her and turning to walk away.
"Don't walk away from me Nicole, I'm not finished yet!" Britney called, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back to her. Nicole yanked her arm violently out of her best friend's grasp.
"Well *I* am," Nicole replied simply, pulling her arm back and smacking Britney as hard as she could.
Britney, who was certainly not expecting the blow, stumbled backwards, gripping the wall to prevent herself from falling. She stood back up, grabbing her cheek in pain as she looked at Nicole with her jaw dropped in complete shock. Nicole was in just as much shock, though she tried her best not to show it. All their lives, Britney had been the loud, obnoxious one… the one who was constantly getting into fights with people for her big mouth. Nicole, on the other hand, had been the shy, quiet one… she was always there to help Britney, but she'd never actually start anything herself. Now, she had just hauled off and hit her right in the face. She couldn't believe it… and to be honest, she was afraid of what Britney was going to do. Britney dropped her arm to the side, shaking her head at Nicole. She looked away for a second, and Nicole swore she was going to cry… but of course, she was wrong. When Britney turned her head back, all the traces of tears were gone, and she looked absolutely furious. Britney balled her hand into a fist, drew her arm back and swung, nailing Nicole in the jaw. Nicole stumbled as well, unable to contain the cry of pain that escaped her lips as her friend's fist connected with her face. She looked up with a furious gaze, balling her hand into a fist and punching Britney as well. Britney leaned down and charged at her, spearing her to the floor and punching her again and again. After a few moments, Nickie nailed her in the jaw, rolling them over and pinning Britney to the ground just as the blonde woman had done to her a few seconds ago. After a few minutes, the two women were still rolling around on the floor, both of them now screaming at each other while doing so.
Down the hall, a muscular man opened the door to his locker room, sticking his
head out into the hallway and looking around.
He had heard what sounded like someone screaming, so he decided to
investigate and check it out. He turned
his head one way and saw nothing, but when he looked in the opposite direction,
his eyes widened. He saw two women,
whom he immediately recognized as Britney and Nicole, rolling around on the
ground, obviously in a fist fight. He
ran over to the two of them, stopping for a moment and thinking about whether
or not he really wanted to break up the fight.
At the moment, the rolling around had ceased and Britney was pummeling
who the man thought was her best friend.
Finally deciding he didn't want anyone to get seriously hurt, he reached
down and pulled Britney off of Nicole.
Nicole rolled over onto her stomach, her hands instantly going to her
face. Britney kicked and punched at the
man until he let her go. When he
finally set her down on her feet, she turned and looked up at him, her
expression turning to one of disgust as she saw who it was.
"What do you want?" she asked angrily, placing her hands on her hips. The man simply shrugged… he had no idea why he broke up the fight. It wasn't like he cared… did he? Britney shook her head, turning and stalking away.
"Fuck this… I'm out of here. Nic, call me when you calm down so I can talk to you. I certainly hope *this* asshole isn't the reason why you're so cranky today," she called back, speeding away from the scene.
The man stood hesitantly for a minute, shuffling back and forth on his feet. He knew he shouldn't, but for some reason he wanted to check on Nicole, make sure she was okay. He slowly and tentatively walked over to her, kneeling down next to her and placing his hand gently on her back. He leaned over her, watching carefully as she sat up, still holding her jaw painfully.
"Hey… are you okay?" he asked, and Nicole's eyes shot open. She knew that voice… but it couldn't be him. There was no way, especially after what happened earlier, that it could be him. She turned slowly, looking up to discover that it was exactly who she thought it was.
Kneeling before her, with his hand still on her back, was Brock Lesnar.
LATE THAT NIGHTBritney was in her hotel room, laying down on the bed while Adam sat on the edge. She was flipping through the channels on TV, but she wasn't really paying attention to it. Adam wasn't either… he was staring at Britney, and to be honest, she was getting quite annoyed by it.
"What the hell are you looking at?" she asked, shutting the TV off and looking up at him. He was squinting slightly, looking at her face.
"Your eye… it looks like… like there's a bruise forming under it or something," he noted, leaning in a little closer. He moved his hand to her cheek to touch the side of her face, but she smacked his hand away. "What happened?" he asked, concern flooding his handsome face.
"Nothing," Britney said, shaking her head. "I don't want to talk about it." She went to turn the television back on, but Adam snatched the remote out of her hand.
"Who did this to you?" he asked, fingering her cheek softly. This time, she didn't push his hand away. She closed her eyes, sighing quietly.
"Nicole," she replied flatly, thinking back to the fight she'd had earlier with her best friend… and how Brock Lesnar broke it up.
"Nicole? She hit you? Why?" Adam asked, confusion now mixing in with his look of concern.
"I don't know Adam… we had a fight over something dumb and we came to blows. That wasn't what was weird about it though. The weird thing was that Brock Lesnar pulled me off of her," Britney said, going deep into thought again.
"Brock? This doesn't make sense. He's gone from asshole, to nice, to bigger asshole, to nice… why can't he make up his mind?" Adam asked, turning to face Britney.
"I don't know… there's got to be something going on with him and Nic. There just has to be… otherwise, why would he give two shits that we were fighting?" Britney responded with a question of her own. Adam shrugged, unable to find an answer.
"I don't know either Brit. Um… how is your eye anyway? Does it hurt?" he asked, his concern returning to his girlfriend. She raised her arm and made a so-so gesture.
"Kinda… I'll live. I have to tell you though, Nickie's got a hard ass right hook. I would have never expected it from her. It really hurt… it still does. It'll probably look and feel horrible tomorrow," she noted, wincing at the thought.
"Aww," Adam said sympathetically. "I'll just have to take care of you then." He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her softly. He cupped his hand around the back of her neck, running his fingers through her soft blonde hair. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. To prevent himself from falling off the bed, he placed his right leg over top of her body, straddling her slightly. Their kiss deepened, but stopped abruptly when they heard a small voice.
"Um, sorry… I'll just come back later," Nicole said, looking away quickly. Adam jumped, swiftly pushing himself off of Britney and back to where he was sitting as Britney herself sat up. Neither of them could contain their laughter as they noticed how red Nicole's face was.
"It's okay, come sit down," Britney said, grinning widely. When Nicole sat on the opposite side of the bed as Adam, Britney grew serious. "I, uh… I'm sorry about earlier."
Nicole looked down, replying, "No, I'm sorry Brit. I threw the first punch and I shouldn't have. I was just having a bad day, and I had no right to take it out on you."
"We were both kind of at fault there," Britney commented, and Adam nodded. "But you never told me what happened. Why were you so moody today?" Nicole looked over at the white wall of the hotel room for a moment before switching her gaze back to her best friend.
"Well, uh… when I went to see Brock today, he… he kissed me," she revealed, and Britney gasped.
"He kissed you?" Adam asked in disbelief. Man, this night was getting more and more confusing by the minute.
"Yeah… and then he told me to get out. He took it back, and said I should leave. I'm so confused right now Brit, and I have no idea what to do," she said, leaning back against the headboard.
"What is there to think about? He's an asshole Nic… you're way too good for him. He shouldn't even be a second thought," Britney replied, shaking her head. There was no way in hell she would approve of a guy like Brock Lesnar for Nicole. She had a feeling though, that her approval didn't matter this time.
"But he is a second thought… in fact, it's almost consuming me, that's how often I'm thinking about it. I think I have a major problem," Nicole said, looking back and forth between the two blondes.
"What do you mean?" Britney asked.
Looking up at her, Nicole shook her head. She thought back to earlier that night, when Brock came to check on her after the fight. He walked her to the trainer's room, and didn't leave until a trainer got there to check out her head, as she complained of feeling dizzy. He was so sweet to her, much like he was this morning, but Nicole just didn't know how to react to him anymore. He changed his personality so often that she couldn't keep track of it. Still, she could feel herself becoming more and more deeply attracted to that side of Brock. She could tell that through the shell he wrapped so tightly around himself that there was a good, loving, caring man.
"I think… I think I'm falling in love with him."
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