A/N: I said this in the first chapter, but I'm gonna repeat it one more time. In my story, I kind of changed a few things. 1. Jeff Hardy is still in WWE, even though the story takes place in the present. 2. Edge (Adam Copeland) isn't out with a broken neck. 3. There's no brand extension (I want characters from both shows in my story, so I need to get rid of it.) ... Now that that's out of the way... Hope you like it!

::Disclaimer:: I *still* don't own anyone in WWE. I *still* do own myself, well last time I checked.::

Broken Trust:

Chapter 2

She was still wandering, unsure of where to go. She could go to Trish, she was most likely still awake. But, knowing Trish, she would want to know why Nicole wasn't with her now ex-boyfriend. There was always Stacy, but she was probably with Andrew, same with Matt and Amy.

Walking slowly down the hallway, Nicole recalled the entire night. Everything had been fine at Raw, her and Trish had teamed up to face two of their best friends, Gail Kim and Nora Greenwald (Molly Holly). To make things better, they had won the match.

"Awesome job babe." Jeff had said as soon as she had walked backstage. He had greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She had kissed him back and wished him luck on his match with Renee Dupree of La Resistance for that night.

Thinking back to it, it seemed so long ago now. Now her and Jeff were over, their two-year relationship was thrown out the window. Jeff didn't trust her, and come to think of it, she didn't know if she trusted him either. All those times he said he was out with Matt, Adam, Chris and everyone else, he could've been lying.

Suddenly snapping back to reality, Nicole realized she had been wandering around, not paying attention to where she was going. And she *still* didn't have anywhere to stay.

"I'm fucked." She quietly admitted to herself, stopping in the middle of the hallway. She let the tears run down her face, not bothering to brush them away. She was so out of it that she didn't even notice the tall, dark haired man who had opened his door upon hearing noises outside his room.

He looked over to the source of the noise, instantly recognizing the little brunette that was sobbing in front of him. They had never been friends, but he had always hated seeing women cry, much unlike the character he portrayed on TV. He wasn't a womanizing bastard as many people had pegged him, he didn't go around sleeping with every woman that wanted him. Lord knows he could have, but he never did. He wasn't raised that way.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, he finally decided to see if he could help. He cleared his throat and spoke. "Um...are you okay?"

Nicole's head shot up; not knowing anyone was watching her. Her eyes widened when she realized whom it was that had came out to check on her. She quickly brought her hands up to her face, wiping away her tears. "I...I'm fine." She replied, her voice shaky.

He looked at her, not believing that was fine. "Are you sure?"

She sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure. Don't worry about me."

"Well, you don't look sure. You're crying in a hallway in the middle of the night. Something's obviously up.

"Yeah, well why do you care?" She shot back.

He thought about it. They had never been friends before, why did he care? "I just was worried that some chick was crying in front of my room in the middle of the night. Sorry for caring."

"You shouldn't care, you never have before." She retorted. He kept quiet, knowing what she was talking about and knowing she was right. "That's what I thought." She replied, laughing at herself.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Look, I was just worried, I don't like to see girls cry."

She smirked. "You don't like to see them cry, but you don't mind seeing them get insulted and treated like meat."

He winced, knowing again what she was talking about. Truth was, he had always felt bad when he saw women crying or men insult them. The problem was, he never said anything about it. Especially when it was his friends doing the insulting.

"Ok, you obviously don't want me here, are you going to go stay with a friend? Or better yet, where's your boyfriend?"

Nicole sighed, and looked away. She felt the tears sting her eyes again at the mention of Jeff. She just wanted to put this entire night behind her. "Don't worry about it." She answered, trying to keep her voice as steady as possible.

He shrugged, giving up, seeing that she didn't want his help. He turned around, but not before giving her one more look of concern, then shut the door.

Once he was gone, Nicole sighed and leaned against the wall, fanning her eyes. She still needed to find a room to stay in for the night. She wanted to stay with someone who wouldn't ask her any questions. She knew most of her friends would be worried and they would ask questions, trying to help.

Finally making up her mind, Nicole started walking, knowing the room she was looking for. When she approached it, she wiped her eyes one more time, trying to get rid of any traces of tears. Satisfied, she knocked on the door lightly, hoping the person wasn't sleeping.

After a few moments, she heard noise in the room. She backed up when she heard the door opening. "Nic?" The person questioned, wiping sleep from their brown eyes.

"Um... hi Jay, could I maybe... stay here tonight?"

Jay looked at her, obviously confused. "Um...of course Nic, but why are you here?"

"It's a really long story, but the bottom line is I have nowhere to stay tonight. I would've went to Trish, because I know she's probably awake, but I don't feel like explaining everything to her." Sighing, Nicole looked up at Jay, her blue eyes meeting his brown ones.

"Ok Nickie, I won't bug you about it. And of course you can stay here."

"Thanks Jay." Came the reply.

"Is it okay if we share a bed?" Nicole shrugged and climbed into the bed, Jay following her. "Night Nic."

"Night Jay."

Nicole rolled over and thought about the day. That morning she was in a happy, loving relationship, now she was single and in bed with one of her best friends. Out of everything, the one thing that confused her most of all was the person who had come out to check on her. He had always been mean to her... well come to think of it, *he* was never mean, he just stood there while his friends would insult her or degrade her. Shrugging, Nicole closed her eyes. Who knows? Maybe Randy Orton *did* care.

A/N: Ok, I revealed the other man I'm gonna use. I've been wanting to do a fic with Randy in it, so I guess this is the one. Thanks to the people who have read this story so far, I hope you liked it! Read and Review as always!!! :)Nicole***