::Disclaimer:: I don't own Randy Orton, Adam Copeland (Edge), or Jeff Hardy unfortunately. Thankfully I don't own Paul Levesque (Triple H), or Ric Flair. LOL I own myself and Britney owns herself… for now… LOL

Broken Trust:

Chapter 3

Rolling over, Nicole felt the sun shine in her eyes. She opened them slowly, not sure where she was at first. She quickly jumped up and looked at the person next to her. "Jay." She said quietly, trying to recall what had happened. Suddenly it hit her, the whole, horrible night. "Oh shit." She grumbled.

"Huh? What?" Jay said, rubbing his eyes. "Oh, Nic hey."

"Hey Jay." Nicole greeted unenthusiastically.

"Um... do you mind if I ask what happened last night?" Jay questioned, sitting up.

Taking a deep breath, Nicole met his brown eyes with her blue ones. "I... Jeff and I broke up."

"You what?" Jay exclaimed. The couple he knew was perfect, they never fought, they were always lovey-dovey and now... this?

"We broke up." Nicole repeated, quieter than before. "He didn't trust me, and when I thought about it, I don't know if I trust him either."

"Aw, Nic, I'm sorry." Jay consoled, hugging her.

"It's okay." Nicole replied, wiping the tears from her eyes before they could fall.

"Don't cry, please don't cry." Jay pleaded, smiling at her.

Smiling, Nicole nodded. "I won't, Jay. Come on, let's get to arena."

*~*~*~*~*

"Nic!" At the familiar voice, Nicole turned around.

"Hey Trish." Nicole greeted, being as enthusiastic as possible.

"What's wrong?" Trish asked, instantly knowing something was the matter.

"Nothing." Nicole replied quickly. "Don't worry about it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm fine Trish." Nicole responded, hoping Trish would leave it alone.

"Okay, well if you wanna talk, I'll be around."

"Alright, well I'm just gonna walk around, talk to you later."

Trish nodded and waved. Watching her friend walk away, she couldn't help but wonder what was *really* going on.

*Nicole*

Wandering aimlessly, Nicole hoped she wouldn't walk into one of her friends, who wanted to talk. She wasn't in the mood to explain her problems to anyone, not even her best friends. She forced a small smile when she saw Gail Kim walking in her direction. The two divas had just started being friends and Nicole didn't want her bad day to ruin that. The two waved to each other, but kept walking in opposite directions.

Nicole let a breath of relief that Gail hadn't asked if she was okay. Ducking her head, she continued walking.

"No man, I'm not kidding, she was all over me!"

Nicole looked up, recognizing the voice instantly. Of all the people she had to see walking the halls, he was definitely one of the ones she wished she didn't have to see. She couldn't stand anything about him and from what she could tell, he felt the same. He was cocky and self centered, thinking he was God's gift to wrestling when, in Nicole's opinion, he wasn't that great of a wrestler in the first place. The only real thing he had going was his size. He stood at 6'4'' and nearly 275 pounds. In his opinion, that's part of what made him 'The Game.'

"I believe you, man chicks are always all over you two."

The other man shook Nicole out of her thoughts. The two of them together could be hell, and she knew first hand. She decided to just continue walking, hoping they wouldn't say anything to her. Normally, people's comments didn't bug her, but for some reason he always made her feel so low, and she didn't understand it.

"Of course they are, I'm Triple H. I'm the man."

Snickering, Nicole tried her hardest not to laugh as they got closer to her. Triple H and Paul Levesque were so much alike. People always thought the character he played was different from the real him, when in reality, they were almost the same person.

Raising her head slowly, she met Paul's eyes for a second. He shot her a look that said he was about to say something, but he was stopped. "Man, I wanted to show you something, back in the locker room."

Nicole looked over to the source of the voice, her eyes widening. She hadn't even noticed that he was with them. Randy Orton had stopped what he knew was coming. He caught her eyes once before looking back at Paul who nodded.

"Okay, let's go." With that, Levesque and Flair walked away. Randy gave her what she took as the smallest hint of a smile he could manage before following his friends.

Sighing, she kept walking, wincing when she remembered one night, when Randy hadn't stopped Paul's harassment.

*Flashback*

"No way!" Adam exclaimed, walking with Nicole and his girlfriend Britney. They had all arrived early for the Smackdown taping that night. The three continued laughing as they made their way down the hallway in search of Jeff.

"No, Adam you have to do it!" Britney protested, grabbing her boyfriend's arm.

"No Brit! Haha I am not dancing in front of the entire women's locker room. I don't care if it *was* a dare."

"Fine." Britney said, pouting. Nicole laughed and pouted with her.

"You go Copeland. Stand up for yourself. It's about time you start." A gruff voice said, laughing deeply.

Adam's smile turned into a frown when his eyes met the source of the voice. "Paul." He said through gritted teeth.

"Yup, the one and only. Now, what's this about a dance? Because, last time I checked, it was these two who liked to dance around for all *your* friends." Paul snickered, laughing. Ric Flair, who was standing next to Paul, started laughing as well.

"Paul, I suggest you leave before I have to make you leave." Adam warned, his eyes dark and serious.

"Oh I'm scared Copeland." Paul remarked sarcastically. "Look man, I'm just telling you the truth. I see these two all over Irvine and Reso all the time. I've seen them with just about every guy in this company. How do you and Hardy know what they do when you're not around?"

"Hey Adam, he has a point." Flair pointed out, patting Paul on the back.

"Fuck off Flair." Adam growled, no longer trying to keep his composure. "I'm gonna say this again, Levesque: Leave before I have to make you. And take your lackeys with you."

Smirking, Paul backed up. "If you say so, Copeland. But I'm only going cuz I see how Nicole's looking at Randy here and I don't want him getting mixed up with her kind. He deserves much better."

Adam watched them leave, his face stern. When they were gone, Britney placed on hand on his arm. "Don't worry, they're gone. Paul's just an ass. And Flair and Orton only do what he says."

His face softening, Adam nodded. "Yeah, who cares? Come on, let's go find Jeff."

Nicole just nodded and followed slightly behind, Paul's words haunting her.

*Now*

Shuddering at the memory, Nicole continued walking, swallowing hard to try the stop the knot that was forming in her throat and the tears that stung her eyes. She didn't want to cry. She wasn't crying over Jeff, she sure as hell didn't want to cry over Paul Levesque. She almost laughed at her next thought, a quote she'd heard somewhere:

'No man is worth your tears and when you find the one who is, he won't make you cry.'

"So, I guess Jeff and Paul aren't worth my tears." Nicole muttered out loud.

"You're right. They aren't." Jumping at the voice, Nicole spun on her heel, turning around to see who was behind her.

Her blue eyes widened when, for the second time in two days, her eyes met the blue ones that she knew could only belong to one person. Randy Orton.

A/N: It's Randy... LOL I just wanted to say sorry to Triple H fans… I dunno if any of them are reading this, but I can't stand Triple H, and even if I could, if I want Randy in my fic, Triple H would be one of the best bad guys to use. So… anyways, hope you guys like it, and Read and Review as always! :)Nicole***