Part 2: Caught Up (lyrics and title from song of the same name)
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I'm the kind of brother
Who been doin' it my way
Gettin' my way for years, in my career
And every lover, y'all
In and out my life I've hit, loved, and left in tears
Without a care
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He was losing his mind. He couldn't recall a time in his life when he'd allowed a woman to get in his head. He had always had a way with women. Whether it be in the way he spoke to them, looked at them, touched them… he never had a problem driving them wild. Once he discovered he had such an appeal, a power over them, he used it to his advantage. Not to say he wasn't safe, but he had certainly been with a good share of women. He had come across all different types of girls, from all walks of life…
But Christian had *never* encountered a woman quite like Trish Stratus.
There was something about her that set him on fire, and not just in a physical sense. He first noticed that she was developing a strong hold on him a few nights before. They had gotten together – in secret, as their time together always had been – late after a show. After the two of them had their little tryst in his hotel room, Trish turned in his arms, glancing up at him.
"I have to get going," she spoke suddenly, "I promised Chris I'd go see him before I went to bed, and it's getting pretty late."
Christian sighed as he recalled her pulling out of his grasp, turning her back to him as she began to pull her clothes on. Of course, she had to go see Chris. She was falling for him fast, he could just tell. He couldn't really blame her, though. After all, Chris really liked her, and wanted to form a relationship with her, as opposed to himself, as he was only interested in a sexual affair… right?
If that was the case, and Christian's interest was – as he'd told himself time and time again – strictly sexual, why did he feel such a pang in his heart when she turned away from him? He was disappointed, upset, maybe even hurt when she'd so casually departed, despite the fact that she'd never spent the entire night before. None of the other women he'd been with had such a profound effect on him. Why did Trish?
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Until I met this girl who turned the tables around
She caught me by surprise, and I
I never thought I'd be the one breakin' down
And I can't figure it out, why I'm so…
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Christian sighed as he reached his locker room, the one he shared with none other than Chris Jericho. When he got inside, he glanced around the room and breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that it was empty. He hated feeling like he had to avoid his best friend, but he was fresh out of other options. Seeing Chris reminded him of Trish, which brought about a mixture of emotions the Canadian didn't know he had, nor did he wish to have them. He plopped himself down on the couch, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He had barely slept the night before, and for once, it was *not* because he was getting busy. The thoughts of Trish, and the newly discovered feelings he had for her, plagued his mind into the early morning hours, leaving him restless for half the night.
He rested back, noticing a folded piece of paper on the table nearby to where he was sitting. He stretched across the couch and snatched the paper, curiosity taking over. He hastily unfolded it and read it over, scowling as he did so. Written on the paper was a small note to Chris from, of all people, Trish. She said she needed to speak with him, and to come see her as soon as he got a chance. Christian crumpled up the paper, angrily tossing it across the room. He groaned as he stood, smacking his forehead in hopes to make the thoughts of her go away.
Damn it, why was he getting like this? This was *not* the sort of thing that happened to him. Taking a deep breath, Christian tried to calm himself a bit, his attempt failing miserably when he blindly let his frustrations out on the table, kicking it with the heel of his shoe. Letting out an aggravated scream, the Canadian stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him.
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Caught up, got me feelin' it
Caught up, I don't know what it is
But it seems she's got me twisted
I'm so caught up, got me feelin' it
Caught up, I'm losing control
This girl's got a hold on me
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As the blonde man sauntered down the hall, his thoughts managed to drift away from Trish Stratus for the moment, and settled onto another WWE diva. Lita had to be about the only diva he hadn't gotten with, or least hit on repeatedly. Not that there was anything wrong with the beautiful redhead… the two had simply been too good of friends for too long, and even *he* wouldn't jeopardize that for sex. He thought of a conversation the two of them had held nearly a year ago, when Christian's sights had been set on another blonde diva.
"Whaddya think Li, me and Stace?" he asked, a sly grin forming on his lips.
"Honestly, I don't like the idea," Lita responded flatly. Christian raised an eyebrow, a bit confused by her response. Lita had almost always supported him and his flings, though he knew she didn't really agree with his lifestyle.
"Why not?" he asked, a slightly hurt look in his eyes. Sighing, Lita shook her head, jumping up from her seat and moving over to his, plopping down next to him.
"Because, Christian, it's not healthy… for you *or* the girls. I don't want anyone getting their heart broken," she explained solemnly, taking his hand in hers. Christian sighed, knowing full well what she was talking about.
"It's different than it was with Molly. I didn't know how she felt, and if I did I never would have led her on, you know that. Stacy would be in it for the same reasons I am," he assured her, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
Lita sighed tiredly… he was totally missing her point. She withdrew her hand from his, regarding him with a shrug as she stood and headed for the door.
"Do what you want," she replied, taking a step out into the hall. "All I'm saying is you keep breaking people's hearts, and one of these days it'll be *you* picking up your own shattered pieces."
Christian paused, leaning up against the wall. He should have listened to Lita all that time ago, but at the time he was too caught up in his own game to see the truth in her advice. He had perfected the skill of landing these women and satisfying both his interest and himself, all the while managing to keep them a secret from one another, each woman thinking she was the last. Trish wasn't aware of any of his relationships, nor was anyone else. The only one who knew was Lita. Just as she had said over a year ago, he had spent all his time carelessly playing with the emotions of these women that he didn't even realize it when his own heart was being snapped in two.
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My mama told me
'Be careful who ya do, cause karma comes back around
Same old song, yeah
But I was so sure
That it wouldn't happen to me cause I know how to put it down
But I was so wrong
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As Christian rounded a corner, he froze, hearing two voices he could only match to Trish and Jericho. He took a step back and hid behind the wall, peering out as he caught a glimpse of the two. They stood at the opposite wall, Trish leaning against it and Chris in front of her, their bodies only millimeters apart. Christian held back a growl as he watched Trish giggle at a comment Chris made, and then he felt himself seething as his best friend dipped his head down, capturing Trish's lips in a soft, sweet kiss.
Their kiss was smooth and slow, unlike any of the kisses he had shared with Trish himself. It ate him alive to watch his best friend and Trish so happy together. It was all he could to keep himself from lunging when in a split second, Chris eased his tongue into Trish's mouth. He tore his gaze off of their faces, his glance happening over her outer thigh, where Chris's hand was resting. Trish liked it better with hands resting on the small of her back, just above her butt, he knew that from experience. He could just imagine how things would have been if it where his hands on her body, not Chris Jericho's. The revelation that he knew Trish's body better than the man kissing her aggravated him to no end. He couldn't believe he was spying on them like this, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel that *he* was the one being betrayed.
Christian placed a hand over his chest, the most unbearable tearing sensation hitting him. Giving up on the situation, he turned away, leaving the oblivious couple to themselves. He pressed his back against the wall, slumping down a bit as his head dropped down between his shoulders. He couldn't believe what he had just seen, but moreover, he couldn't believe how it made him feel. His head snapped up as he came to a shocking conclusion. For the first time in his life, he had allowed himself to get into far…
And he was falling in love with Trish.
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And I'm so caught up
Got me feelin' it, caught up
I don't know what it is
But it seems she's got me twisted
I'm so caught up
Got me feelin' it, caught up
I'm losin' control
This girls got a hold on me
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