Still... still. She could tell it by the way he looked at her those
short few seconds, even though his icy blue eyes were filled with disgust,
and she knew he was appalled at her and what she had done.
But he still loved her, and she could tell somewhere among all of that anger and fury that shone through his gorgeous cerulean eyes; she could see it in him. Words didn't mean much to her anymore, and even though Chris had already said that he still loved her earlier, now she knew he felt it.
The pain he felt was more than obvious to her when she looked at him. She felt some of that pain herself. Chris tried not to let himself show that he did still have those feelings for her, because she didn't deserve them. He couldn't hide anything from her through those eyes of his. She knew it, she knew he felt it, and he couldn't take it back, even by walking past her.
As he walked by, she turned her head slowly, her gaze never leaving him. Chris refused to look at her, as much as the emotions he needed to express were aching to get out. He couldn't bear seeing her, because whenever he looked at her, he saw Christian beside her, the two of them shoving their tongues down each others throats. It made him absolutely horrified and sick to his stomach. His conscience wouldn't allow him to see her any longer.
He walked down the hall past her, and felt her eyes burning on his back, but he never stopped moving as he left. Lita and Matt watched Chris walk away, and saw Trish on the corner. Lita hadn't spoken a word to her since they were in New York. She didn't really know what to say to her.
Trish turned back when Chris turned the next corner toward the parking lot. She herself didn't even know what she was thinking or feeling. The past, and her relationship with Chris, the images, memories, everything all at once came back to her, and for the shortest time, she felt like she had given up the world, and her whole life. Every other emotion tangled within her subsided to regret.
"D-... he... d- did he... say," Trish stuttered, the words barely managing to leave her mouth, "did he say h-he qu-..." Her body felt so weak, she had to cling to the wall to avoid collapsing right there.
"Yeah... he did." Lita looked back at Trish. Matt could do nothing but look on as the two divas exchanged words. Lita blamed Trish, but for some reason, she saw the fear and guilt inside of the blonde diva, and she didn't feel as though it was really her fault. Lita knew that Trish, the Trish she knew, had not meant for this to happen. But was she even the Trish that Lita knew now? Was this all acting, like Trish had played Chris with the past four months?
Trish held her hand in a loose fist and cupped it over her mouth. Christian was right, he was a coward. He brought all of this on himself. It wasn't she and Christian's fault. He deserved what he got for ever playing with Trish's heart and her mind. He was the one that started this, and he should have known that it would all come back to haunt him. He shouldn't have ever thought about messing with Trish. Had he just planned on having a happy ending when he had made Trish miserable from the get-go? That wasn't going to happen. He didn't deserve her, he didn't deserve Christian, and if he wanted to leave his job, so be it. It was Chris's own fault.
Lita looked at Trish, noticing how anger and pride took the place of guilt and grief on her face. "Were you going to say something?" Lita wanted to get everything out of Trish, every explanation. She had no right for doing this, and giving up someone who genuinely loved her was going to make Trish miserable in the end. Lita knew it.
Instead of replying, Trish just rounded the rest of the corner and proceeded to walk to the locker room. She wasn't able to get very far before Lita rushed up and snatched her arm, tugging at her wrist and forcing Trish to face her.
"Dammit, Trish, I hope you realize how fucking stupid you are."
"Don't even start with me, Lita! You should be on my side! You were involved in this, too!" Trish snapped back at her, yanking her wrist from Lita's grasp and clutching it with her other hand, shooting nasty glances at both Lita and Matt.
"I'm never going to get through to you! I thought we were friends, and you're Christian's bitch now even after what he did to you AND me? That doesn't matter to you? What Chris did doesn't even compare to what Christian did, because Chris knows he made a mistake, and he realized it. Christian still thinks everything he did was fine but Chris is man enough to admit when he's wrong, and you're taking for granted everything that's been given to you. If there is a single ounce of the Trish I used to know left in you, you should feel damn sorry for yourself because you passed up something wonderful for a jackass who couldn't care less for you. Sorry, but that's the truth, honey. Christian doesn't give a damn about you, he's never cared about anyone but himself. But then again I guess that makes you two absolutely perfectly fit for each other."
Trish glared at Lita, her eyes narrow and unforgiving. Why was everything being pinned on her? If Chris wanted a happy relationship wish her he shouldn't have even started that bet. Trish was only with Christian now to get back at Chris. What better a way to show Chris how she felt by betraying him for his best friend and rubbing it in his face? It was what he deserved all along. How could she believe that he actually loved her if he was willing to play some dumb bet?
She shot cold glares at Lita and Matt, and left down the hall toward the locker room. Lita did nothing to stop her, but she shouted as the blonde walked away. "Well I guess you can't defend yourself with a poor motive." Trish angrily stomped away and shook her head at that remark.
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Chris did feel like he was making a big mistake, letting Trish's actions control his life, but he would slowly deteriorate from the inside having to see her every day with his former best friend. It would eat him alive, and he knew it. His sanity would be gone sooner rather than later having to watch the two of them together. Now he didn't care what her reason was, the joke was on him. He had been fooled into thinking someone could return his love and have an unyielding affection for him. That was what he believed he had in Trish. He was wrong, and this was the worst possible way to find out.
If Trish was anything that he thought her to be, she wouldn't have led him on. Point blank. There was nothing more Chris could do. Nothing more he even wanted to do. He wasn't strong enough to pull him through this kind of abuse day to day. As much as he wanted revenge, as much as he would kill to be able to rip Christian apart, beat him to a bloody pulp, and kill Trish's chances of being with another man, he knew he wouldn't be able to. It wouldn't solve anything. It wouldn't bring Trish back to him.
It was over, and the realization struck him like lightning. The only option he really had was to leave it behind. There were certain sacrifices Chris had to pull himself to make, because if he forced himself to go to work day to day, he'd be emotionally torn to pieces, because there was no way to avoid seeing them together.
He couldn't help but think that this was just fate, or karma. Something he deserved. God, how could he be so stupid. What in the hell was there inside of him that told him a bet was a good idea? The past couldn't be changed, but if there was some way for Chris to take it all back, he would.
Trish didn't love him. That was that. If she had felt anything for him, they would be together right now. They would be in each others' arms, holding each other, breathing together, and he would have the woman he loved. There was just no way that now, after everything that had happened, they could find a way to each other again. Chris blew his chances. Nothing had ever hurt him like this before.
He made his way through the parking lot to his car. He hadn't bothered saying good bye to anyone. There was really no one to say it to. Word would spread sooner or later, and everyone would know how cowardly he was, but all of the talk and the reactions from the public couldn't hurt him nearly as bad as Trish had. And still, after all of this, he couldn't change the love he felt for her, and he couldn't blame her for this.
There was much more than words between the two of them, more than explanations and attempts at friendship over the course of a few months, more than this betrayal, rejection, despair. So much more, and deep inside, Chris knew that she had loved him. Maybe that love was a thing of the past, and maybe now she felt nothing for him but hatred, but she did love him, and nothing, not vocal denial, not dirty looks, not sleeping with his best friend, could ever change what used to be. She couldn't take that back.
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Fifth chapter complete! Hoorah! Thanks again for the great comments I've been receiving. I appreciate every single one of you who take the time to read my stories. So far I've been doing a chapter a day, which is a pretty good pace for me. I've still got a lot more left to write, and I don't know exactly how this is going to end, but I have an idea. I'll just have to see when I get there. Keep reading and reviewing, guys! I'll always love Chris and Trish together even if the actual storyline is never settled the way the fans want. Sigh. Shippers unite!!!
But he still loved her, and she could tell somewhere among all of that anger and fury that shone through his gorgeous cerulean eyes; she could see it in him. Words didn't mean much to her anymore, and even though Chris had already said that he still loved her earlier, now she knew he felt it.
The pain he felt was more than obvious to her when she looked at him. She felt some of that pain herself. Chris tried not to let himself show that he did still have those feelings for her, because she didn't deserve them. He couldn't hide anything from her through those eyes of his. She knew it, she knew he felt it, and he couldn't take it back, even by walking past her.
As he walked by, she turned her head slowly, her gaze never leaving him. Chris refused to look at her, as much as the emotions he needed to express were aching to get out. He couldn't bear seeing her, because whenever he looked at her, he saw Christian beside her, the two of them shoving their tongues down each others throats. It made him absolutely horrified and sick to his stomach. His conscience wouldn't allow him to see her any longer.
He walked down the hall past her, and felt her eyes burning on his back, but he never stopped moving as he left. Lita and Matt watched Chris walk away, and saw Trish on the corner. Lita hadn't spoken a word to her since they were in New York. She didn't really know what to say to her.
Trish turned back when Chris turned the next corner toward the parking lot. She herself didn't even know what she was thinking or feeling. The past, and her relationship with Chris, the images, memories, everything all at once came back to her, and for the shortest time, she felt like she had given up the world, and her whole life. Every other emotion tangled within her subsided to regret.
"D-... he... d- did he... say," Trish stuttered, the words barely managing to leave her mouth, "did he say h-he qu-..." Her body felt so weak, she had to cling to the wall to avoid collapsing right there.
"Yeah... he did." Lita looked back at Trish. Matt could do nothing but look on as the two divas exchanged words. Lita blamed Trish, but for some reason, she saw the fear and guilt inside of the blonde diva, and she didn't feel as though it was really her fault. Lita knew that Trish, the Trish she knew, had not meant for this to happen. But was she even the Trish that Lita knew now? Was this all acting, like Trish had played Chris with the past four months?
Trish held her hand in a loose fist and cupped it over her mouth. Christian was right, he was a coward. He brought all of this on himself. It wasn't she and Christian's fault. He deserved what he got for ever playing with Trish's heart and her mind. He was the one that started this, and he should have known that it would all come back to haunt him. He shouldn't have ever thought about messing with Trish. Had he just planned on having a happy ending when he had made Trish miserable from the get-go? That wasn't going to happen. He didn't deserve her, he didn't deserve Christian, and if he wanted to leave his job, so be it. It was Chris's own fault.
Lita looked at Trish, noticing how anger and pride took the place of guilt and grief on her face. "Were you going to say something?" Lita wanted to get everything out of Trish, every explanation. She had no right for doing this, and giving up someone who genuinely loved her was going to make Trish miserable in the end. Lita knew it.
Instead of replying, Trish just rounded the rest of the corner and proceeded to walk to the locker room. She wasn't able to get very far before Lita rushed up and snatched her arm, tugging at her wrist and forcing Trish to face her.
"Dammit, Trish, I hope you realize how fucking stupid you are."
"Don't even start with me, Lita! You should be on my side! You were involved in this, too!" Trish snapped back at her, yanking her wrist from Lita's grasp and clutching it with her other hand, shooting nasty glances at both Lita and Matt.
"I'm never going to get through to you! I thought we were friends, and you're Christian's bitch now even after what he did to you AND me? That doesn't matter to you? What Chris did doesn't even compare to what Christian did, because Chris knows he made a mistake, and he realized it. Christian still thinks everything he did was fine but Chris is man enough to admit when he's wrong, and you're taking for granted everything that's been given to you. If there is a single ounce of the Trish I used to know left in you, you should feel damn sorry for yourself because you passed up something wonderful for a jackass who couldn't care less for you. Sorry, but that's the truth, honey. Christian doesn't give a damn about you, he's never cared about anyone but himself. But then again I guess that makes you two absolutely perfectly fit for each other."
Trish glared at Lita, her eyes narrow and unforgiving. Why was everything being pinned on her? If Chris wanted a happy relationship wish her he shouldn't have even started that bet. Trish was only with Christian now to get back at Chris. What better a way to show Chris how she felt by betraying him for his best friend and rubbing it in his face? It was what he deserved all along. How could she believe that he actually loved her if he was willing to play some dumb bet?
She shot cold glares at Lita and Matt, and left down the hall toward the locker room. Lita did nothing to stop her, but she shouted as the blonde walked away. "Well I guess you can't defend yourself with a poor motive." Trish angrily stomped away and shook her head at that remark.
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Chris did feel like he was making a big mistake, letting Trish's actions control his life, but he would slowly deteriorate from the inside having to see her every day with his former best friend. It would eat him alive, and he knew it. His sanity would be gone sooner rather than later having to watch the two of them together. Now he didn't care what her reason was, the joke was on him. He had been fooled into thinking someone could return his love and have an unyielding affection for him. That was what he believed he had in Trish. He was wrong, and this was the worst possible way to find out.
If Trish was anything that he thought her to be, she wouldn't have led him on. Point blank. There was nothing more Chris could do. Nothing more he even wanted to do. He wasn't strong enough to pull him through this kind of abuse day to day. As much as he wanted revenge, as much as he would kill to be able to rip Christian apart, beat him to a bloody pulp, and kill Trish's chances of being with another man, he knew he wouldn't be able to. It wouldn't solve anything. It wouldn't bring Trish back to him.
It was over, and the realization struck him like lightning. The only option he really had was to leave it behind. There were certain sacrifices Chris had to pull himself to make, because if he forced himself to go to work day to day, he'd be emotionally torn to pieces, because there was no way to avoid seeing them together.
He couldn't help but think that this was just fate, or karma. Something he deserved. God, how could he be so stupid. What in the hell was there inside of him that told him a bet was a good idea? The past couldn't be changed, but if there was some way for Chris to take it all back, he would.
Trish didn't love him. That was that. If she had felt anything for him, they would be together right now. They would be in each others' arms, holding each other, breathing together, and he would have the woman he loved. There was just no way that now, after everything that had happened, they could find a way to each other again. Chris blew his chances. Nothing had ever hurt him like this before.
He made his way through the parking lot to his car. He hadn't bothered saying good bye to anyone. There was really no one to say it to. Word would spread sooner or later, and everyone would know how cowardly he was, but all of the talk and the reactions from the public couldn't hurt him nearly as bad as Trish had. And still, after all of this, he couldn't change the love he felt for her, and he couldn't blame her for this.
There was much more than words between the two of them, more than explanations and attempts at friendship over the course of a few months, more than this betrayal, rejection, despair. So much more, and deep inside, Chris knew that she had loved him. Maybe that love was a thing of the past, and maybe now she felt nothing for him but hatred, but she did love him, and nothing, not vocal denial, not dirty looks, not sleeping with his best friend, could ever change what used to be. She couldn't take that back.
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Fifth chapter complete! Hoorah! Thanks again for the great comments I've been receiving. I appreciate every single one of you who take the time to read my stories. So far I've been doing a chapter a day, which is a pretty good pace for me. I've still got a lot more left to write, and I don't know exactly how this is going to end, but I have an idea. I'll just have to see when I get there. Keep reading and reviewing, guys! I'll always love Chris and Trish together even if the actual storyline is never settled the way the fans want. Sigh. Shippers unite!!!
