PART FOUR

"I don't believe this," Trish murmured quietly, staring up at Jay in disbelief.

He had just finished telling her about what had happened between Chris and a certain redhead in the club  the boys had gone to the previous night. She couldn't comprehend why Chris would kiss Amy, especially right in front of Jay. He knew Jay couldn't stand her...

"I know, I don't get it either," Jay replied, the anger that had over the course of the day cooled down beginning to boil in his system again. "I just, I wanted to fuckin' punch him or something! How stupid can someone be?!"

"I don't think he realizes what he's doing, or what he's getting himself into, Jay," Trish said, giving her friend the benefit of the doubt.

Chris had always been a little blind when it came to Amy. For whatever reason, the redhead had a serious hold on him, one that enabled her to manipulate him and mess with his head. If he hadn't been so love struck over her, he would probably be able to see her for what she really was, which was not at all how she portrayed herself to be.

"That's because he's a dumbass," he shot back testily. He knew he was perhaps being a little harsh, but it made him sick to see Amy twisting him around her finger like a little string.

"Shh, Jay, he'll hear you," Trish warned, pressing her finger to her lips.

She gestured for him to be quiet again as she noticed the sound of the shower that had been running in the locker room had stopped. Jay snorted, shaking his head.

"Good, I hope he does. I think he needs to hear it," he replied flatly.

"Need to hear what?"

Trish's stomach dropped as she turned to see Chris standing nearby, a towel wrapped around his waist. Jay took these things too much to heart, and as much as she loved him, that was one of his biggest flaws. She could just smell an argument brewing. She was growing tired of being caught in the middle of her two best friends fighting. Shaking her head rapidly, Trish forced a smile.

"Nothing, don't worry about it," she insisted quickly.

Chris raised an eyebrow, his curiosity peaking as he noticed their unmatching expressions. Jay looked nowhere near as happy as Trish did. He smirked, automatically knowing what this was all about.

"You're not still pissed about last night, are you?" he asked Jay with a laugh. His laughter faded when the stern glare on the short haired man's face did not change. "Dude, come on, get over it."

"Not until you get over her," Jay snapped, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Jay, how fucking immature can you be? Don't be upset that I kissed Amy in front of you, and please don't be jealous of the fact that I've got a girl and you don't," Chris said, his lips curling up in a somewhat arrogant smirk.

"This isn't about jealousy, asshole," Jay replied through clenched teeth. His arms dropped to his sides, and Trish winced as she watched his fists tense up. "It's about you being so naive that you fall for that little act she puts on! Why am I the only one who sees how phony she is?!"

"Jay, please, just drop it!" Trish cried, her brown eyes pleading. "I hate watching the two of you fight, and besides, it's not your place. What he does with Amy is his own business..."

"Trish, shut up. Just shut up. You were just as shocked as I was, don't pretend to be all supportive of it now. Either tell the truth, or stay the hell out of it," Jay cut her off, in a tone that was less than pleased.

As if she wasn't taken aback by his snippy comment alone, Trish, and Chris alike, watched in shock as Jay stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut after him.

Amy's eyes darted almost nervously around the Women's Locker Room as she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She walked to the back of the room, pulling her cell phone from the clip that was holding it to the waistband of her pants. Her eyes took one more cautious swoop around the room to be sure it was empty, and then she smiled, flipping the phone open. She selected his number and pressed send, patiently holding it to her ear.

Ever since her problems with Trish and Jay had started, he had been there for her. Of all the people who claimed to be her friends, his loyalty for her ran deeper than any of theirs ever did. They shared intense feelings for one another, and together, they were going to take oer. It was all a matter of timing.

His absence made it impossible for them to make any type of impact just yet, but that didn't stop the two of them from plotting and planning, anxiously imagining what would happen the day he could join her again. Together, they would be to rise to the top of the WWE, picking apart clique by little clique, starting with the blonde Canadians. Together, they would take revenge on Chris, Jay, and Trish for outcasting Amy. Together, they would be unstoppable.

"Hey, you."

Hearing his voice again - that deep, sensual, purely masculine tone - sent a welcomed shiver down Amy's spine. Her smile brightened considerably.

"Hey there," she said. "How are you?"

"I'm the same as I always am, dear. Just anxious to get back," he replied. "Now, more importantly, how are things going there?"

Amy laughed, "Exactly as planned. In fact, it was almost too easy. Chris is putty in my hands."

From the other end of the line, she heard a stifled groan. She was aware of the fact that he wasn't particularly fond of her being with Chris. Still, he was well aware that this was just a step, a simple phase of the complicated process they were enduring together. She'd never feel for Chris what she felt for him.

"Good..." he replied after a brief hesitation. "Just don't go falling for him or anything."

Amy laughed, softly shaking her head.

"I wouldn't dare... you know I've only got eyes for you, baby," she assured him. He grinned with satisfaction from the other line, nodding his head.

"I'm glad, he said, pausing again. "I'm gonna get going, but I'll talk to you later, and I can't wait to get back. The thought of seeing you again excites me... and in more ways than one."

Amy's grin widened, and she licked her lips at the seductive, almost devilish tone he spoke in.

"I'll be counting the days," she spoke, and then hung up.

She tossed her phone to a nearby table and then plopped down onto the couch. Resting back in her seat, the redhead breathed a contented sigh. Things were, for once, beginning to work in her favor.

From just outside the door, the raven haired woman standing before it felt her eyes widen. Lisa Marie had been by the door for a good five minutes... and she had heard the entire thing...