A/N: Just realized I never said this at the beginning. In this story there's no brand extension and Edge isn't out with an injury. Okay, better late than never!
PART EIGHT
THE NEXT MORNING
Randy walked into the cafeteria of the hotel he was in, in search of food. He hadn't wanted to even leave the room, but he was starved. His night with Gail was interesting to say the least, and needless to say, he hadn't gotten much sleep. He searched around the place, trying to find something that was at least halfway decent to fill his appetite. He found a display of some kind of granola bars, so Randy snatched up two of those and made his way to the counter. He paid for the bars, and then turned and headed back up to the room he was in. He trained his eyes on the floor, trying not to draw too much attention to himself. He thought the coast was clear when he made it out of the cafeteria, but then he smacked into someone. Looking up, he met the brown eyes of Stacy Keibler.
"Oh, hey Randy!" she said cheerily.
"Uh, hi Stace," Randy mumbled. He knew he never should have listened to Paul when he told him he and Gail should just stay in the same hotel. Paul had always been more daring then him, but that was because Paul didn't give a damn about anyone but himself. One time, he even brought a girl into the hotel room right next to Stephanie's, just to prove that he could fuck someone without getting caught. Stacy was about to ask Randy how she was doing, when she recalled the phone call she had gotten from Trish the previous night.
"Hey, Randy… how is your mom?" she asked suddenly. The way Trish was talking last night it sounded as though it was pretty serious. Randy sent her a funny look.
"My mom?" he asked, confused.
"Yeah," Stacy said, nodding. "Trish called me and told me you had to leave to go see your mom, that she was sick or something. I hope she's okay." The tall blonde placed a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. Then Randy remembered what he had told Trish the night before.
"Oh… oh yeah, my mom! Yeah, she's fine. I flew back this morning… it wasn't that far, only an hour. I didn't want to miss the show tonight, and she's okay after all. Thanks though Stace," he said, nodding.
"Your welcome. I'll talk to you soon Randy," she said, smiling as she walked past him, waving goodbye.
Randy waved back, sighing with relief when the leggy blonde disappeared behind the door. He was certainly glad that that had ended smoothly. He walked up the steps, and headed down the hall, in the direction of Gail's room. He figured that he just wouldn't leave the room anymore until all the wrestlers were at the arena. Even if Stacy told Trish that she saw him earlier, he'd find a way around it. He always did. Yeah, Randy thought, matter-of-factly. I do always get around it. I'm that damn good at hiding it. He smirked arrogantly, proud of what he was doing. The grin stayed on his face, until he heard a voice calling to him.
"Randy? What are you doing here?" The sound of Trish's voice calling to him caused the young man to freeze. He turned slowly, but the eyes he met weren't of his girlfriend's… they were the intense green eyes that he knew could only belong to Adam Copeland. Randy shook his head, moving his glance down to the deep brown eyes of his girlfriend.
"Trish! I… uh… what are you doing?" he asked, turning the tables on her.
"What do you mean what am I doing?" she asked, sending him a confused look. He had packed his bags and left for his hometown last night… what the hell was he doing back already?
"You heard me," he said, deciding he wasn't going to let her turn against him. "What are you doing? Why are you with him?" he asked, pointing a finger at the tall Canadian.
"Well Randy," Adam said, putting a hand up to Trish when she opened her mouth to speak, "I just thought I'd take Trish down for breakfast, considering…"
"Considering I wasn't here and you could make a pass at her?" he asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest suspiciously.
"What?" Trish asked, even more confused than before. "Adam wouldn't…"
"I'm surprised at you Copeland, I really am. I mean, all I hear is that you're too classy to go after other men's women. Paul said you were all talk, but I guess for once, he was wrong." Adam glared at Randy, feeling the anger bubbling inside of him.
"Please Randy, why on earth would I want to take Trish from you?" he asked, for two reasons really. One, he really wouldn't make a pass at Trish while she was still with someone and two, Trish had no idea how he felt about her… he wasn't about to risk their friendship for that, at least not while she already had a boyfriend.
"Don't lie Adam, you know you want her," Randy shot back, smirking. "Everyone knows it too, so quit trying to hide it. I'm giving you a word of warning now, stay away from my girl." Adam rolled his eyes emphatically.
"Is that a threat?" Adam challenged, suddenly forgetting that Trish was there. The two men moved closer and closer to each other, till they were nearly butting heads. Trish looked at the two in shock… what the hell was going on?
"Guys!" she yelled, forcing her way in between the two of them. "Both of you, knock it off! Randy, what are you doing here?" Randy stepped back a few paces, tearing his glance off of Adam and shifting it over to Trish.
"What, are you surprised to see me? That usually means your hiding something! I swear if you're fucking around on me with him…"
"Who the hell are you to accuse *anyone* of fucking around?!" Adam yelled suddenly. Trish turned abruptly to face him, eyeing him seriously.
"What?"
"I bet you didn't even go see your mother last night," Adam said through gritted teeth. Randy moved towards him, but Trish put her arms up, holding him back.
"Don't bring my mother into this," Randy said angrily. Adam shook his head, laughing in disbelief.
"I didn't bring her into this… you did. I told you Randy, one of these days you're going to get caught, and I'm not going to feel one bit sorry for you. I'm out of here Trish, I'll talk to you later," he replied, shaking his head and walking away.
"Wait… Adam, where are you going?" the diva asked, her eyes following him down the hall. He simply turned back and looked, saying nothing. Randy watched him walk away as well, feeling that smirk coming to his face again. He had maneuvered himself out of another ditch.
"Is it true?"
Randy's head snapped to the left, where Trish was standing. She placed her hands on her hips, eyeing him suspiciously.
"No. Trish, look, he hates me… he wants to see you and I break up. I can't help it if your friends don't tell the truth," he replied, shrugging.
"How can you say that? Adam is the most honest person in the world… I know he wouldn't make something up. He wouldn't say anything unless he had a reason," Trish said.
"Yeah well, maybe you don't know Adam as well as you think," Randy retorted, looking away from her. Trish looked down at the floor, a feeling she couldn't really describe coming over her. It was almost a mix of sadness and indifference. Adam wouldn't lie… he just wouldn't. But what was that that Randy mentioned about him wanting her? Even if it was true that Adam had feelings for her, he wouldn't do something low like that to get a chance with her… would he? Trish was torn… her mind was telling her that Randy would never do a thing like that to her, but her heart left her a little uncertain. Suddenly, she pushed Randy out of the way, walking by and leaving him to stare at her, confusion crossing his face.
"No Randy, I think it's *you* that I don't know."
LATER THAT NIGHTAdam sighed as he walked down the hallway towards the entrance ramp for his match. Only one more match and then he could go home for a few days. He definitely needed to get away from the business for a few days, specifically the area of the business concerning Randy Orton. He scowled as he thought of the young man. He had lied right to Trish's face and didn't even care. It's going to come back and bite him in the ass one day, he kept telling himself, but it didn't make him feel any better. He still in a way felt like he was also lying to Trish for not telling her what he knew. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts and mentally prepare for his upcoming match with Eddie Guerrero. As he walked by some rooms, he heard voices coming from behind one of the doors. Curiosity getting the better of him, he walked up and did something he rarely ever did… he peeked in the little crack of the door that was left open. He didn't know who was on the other side or what they were talking about, but for some reason he got the feeling that he wanted to know what was going on.
"You need to just up and leave that bitch," a woman's voice said. Adam looked in and saw that it was Gail Kim.
"I can't just leave Gail," the other voice said, and Adam looked over and saw Randy Orton..
"Why the hell not? You don't NEED her Randy!" Gail said in an annoyed tone.
Outside the door, Adam grimaced… they were talking about Trish.
"I know I don't NEED her Gail, but I do kind of like having her around. She isn't as bad as you think she is," he insisted. Gail wasn't amused in the least bit.
"Please, she's a backstabbing bitch… ever since I got here, all she's done is give me cocky looks. Besides," she said, biting her lower lip and placing her hands seductively on his chest. "You've got all you need right here."
"Gail, you know I'm not looking for a relationship…" Randy started. It was hard enough having Trish on his case, he didn't want this one to be following him around all the time too.
"Oh, I know… neither am I. That's why I'm better for you than that little witch. I'm not going to ask you to buy me things, or pay attention to me all day… I just want to give you a little pleasure. And trust me Randy, and satisfaction that I give is at least ten times better than any Stratusfaction that Trish can give you."
Randy eyed her appreciatively, twining his fingers into her long hair. He leaned down and kissed her hungrily, pressing her tightly up against the wall. She pulled his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the side. She pushed him violently, slamming him up against the wall roughly. She leaned up and kissed him again, her hand moving to the crotch of his pants. Randy let out what was both a laugh and a groan, pulling her wrestling top over her head. He turned her around, pressing her bare back against the wall.
Adam jumped back and briskly walked away from the door, his green eyes wide. He shook his head to rid himself of the mental images still flashing through his mind. He couldn't believe what he had just seen. Randy Orton and Gail Kim about to have sex… Adam shuddered. The thought of it disgusted him. He had suspected since the day the Asian woman arrived that she was trouble. He sighed loudly, making his way to the ring. He knew now that he had to tell Trish, no matter how much he didn't want to hurt her. In the end, she would be better off knowing now, before Randy did anything to hurt her any worse.
Next chapter! Thanks for all the reviews guys, keep sending them! *Britney