PART 4

"Christian?" Lita called, her tone a mix of hurt and disbelief. The Canadian's head snapped in the other direction, his brown eyes widening as he saw her. He pushed Molly away from him, turning to face Lita while shaking his head furiously.

"Lita! This isn't what it looks like, I swear!" he cried, ignoring the look of shock on Molly's face.

"What are you talking about Christian?" the brunette said, staring at him with a puzzled look. Christian turned his gaze back to her for a minute, narrowing his eyes at the Women's Champion in shock.

"Shut up Molly! Lita, please, you have to believe me when I tell you that this is not at all what it looks like," he said again.

Back down the hall, Lita shook her head, biting her lip to prevent it from quivering. They were right. Edge, Trish, all her friends... they were all right about Christian. Just as they had all warned her, he was up to no good. He had to be. Why else would he be in the hallway talking to Molly Holly – the woman Lita had a match with in only a few days – of all people? They had to be in on something. How could she have not seen this coming?

"I-I... I don't believe this," she said disappointedly, turning and walking slowly in the other direction, her head hanging low. Turning back to Molly once more, Christian sent the brunette a furious glare.

"What exactly are you trying to pull?" he questioned, eyeing her angrily. Molly simply shrugged, sending the blonde man an innocent look.

"Christian, I have no idea what you're talking about. I just thought I'd make a friendly conversation and..." she said, trailing off when she noticed that he was no longer there. She turned slightly, watching as he jogged down the hall after the redhead.

"Lita, wait!" he called after her, kicking up his speed a notch and running after her. Even though she was heading down the hall at a rather brisk pace, soon enough, Christian caught up with her. He grabbed her by the arm, spinning her around so that she was facing him.

"Lita, please, let me explain," he said quickly. Lita gazed at him with a look that could only be described as disgust... sheer, utter disgust.

"Explain? You want me to let you explain? I think what I saw back there was explanation enough," she snapped crossly.

Christian frowned at her testy remark. How in hell was he going to make her believe him? His chances of her believing the truth about what had just happened with him and Molly were slim to none. Still, he wasn't planning on giving up without a fight.

"Lita, please, just listen to me, okay? What you saw back there was not at all what it looked like. I know it looked pretty bad, but trust me, it isn't what it seems," he insisted, still holding onto her arm. Lita sent him a look of disbelief.

"Trust you? Sure Christian, I'll trust you... so you weren't just talking to Molly Holly, my opponent at Survivor Series, which I don't think I have to remind you is only a few days away?" she challenged, placing her free hand on her hip.

"No! I mean, yes, I was talking to her, but not voluntarily! She just... she cornered me and started yapping. All I did was stand there," Christian replied truthfully. Looking down at the hand wrapped around her forearm, Lita shook her head, pulling out of the blonde man's grasp.

"Oh yeah, and let me guess... she 'cornered' you so she could talk about me, am I right?" the redhead scoffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"Well... yes," Christian admitted hesitantly. "She... she tried to convince me to turn against you this Sunday. She said she'd make it worth my while."

Lita shook her head again as she switched her gaze to the floor, unable to look at Christian any longer. Boy, for someone who portrayed herself as pure and wholesome, Molly sure was willing to part with a lot of those values in order to keep her title. She should have known...

"Great," she said sarcastically. "Just great. You know, I was actually starting to let myself trust you. I was ignoring all the advice and warnings I was getting to stay away from you, because I actually thought you deserved a chance. I can see now what a mistake that was."

After saying that, Lita turned abruptly, storming away from him. She ignored Christian's calls, and she ignored the voice in her head telling her to turn back, to give him a chance to explain. She blinked away the impending tears before they even got a chance to moisten her hazel eyes. She had to stay strong, to not allow what happened a few minutes earlier bother her. Just forget about it Red, she told herself silently. Forget about it and move on. As much as she tried though, she couldn't. Christian had certainly made an impact on her these past few weeks, in ways she'd never imagined he could. Now that she had witnessed the Canadian talking – and most likely plotting – with Molly, bits and pieces of what her friends had told her flashed through Lita's mind.

"Christian's always up to something. You can't be so sure you're not just a part of some scheme he's got brewing up in his head."

"In fact, if you ask me, I'd say those two want something from us. Jericho and Christian haven't exactly been known for going around and being respectful and charitable to women."

Sighing, she decided that they were right. Like most of the people in the world, Christian simply could not be trusted. Lita shook her head, feeling dizzy with all of the emotions swirling around in her mind. Of all the things she was feeling, the one that stuck out in her mind the most, surprisingly, was disappointment. She had thought she'd be angry, incensed even after what she saw, but she wasn't... she was disappointed. She was disappointed in Christian for leading her on, disappointed in Chris Jericho for putting him up to her, and most importantly, disappointed in herself for letting it happen. All of a sudden, her cell phone rang, breaking the young woman's concentration. She pulled out her cell and glanced at the screen, raising an eyebrow curiously when the number was read as Unavailable.

"Hello?" she answered, wondering who was on the other end.

"Lita? Hey, I know it's been awhile, but do you think we could talk?" an all too familiar male voice replied.

Lita pulled the phone away from her ear and glanced at it in shock. Was it really who she thought it was? If it was, what could he possibly want? Of all people in the world to call her...

"Matt?"