PART 10
Lisa found her way through the catering room, having raced there in search of Trish. She had to have stopped to ask about six people the whereabouts of the Canadian diva, her mind going into a frenzy when none of them could answer her. Thankfully, she had finally come across Stacy Keibler, the leggy young woman letting her know exactly where she'd find Trish.
When she saw him earlier that morning, she originally thought nothing of it. When she spoke to him, all she said was hello, and a few congratulatory words for his return. But almost immediately after she walked away, she saw Amy Dumas step up to him. And then, all of a sudden, it hit her. Everything she had been thinking about since overhearing Amy's phone conversation in the locker room all that time ago cliqued in her head. She had finally found the missing piece to the redhead's puzzle. He was the final piece.
At first she thought she had finally lost her mind - after all the crazy notions she'd had in the past, this was by far the most outrageous. But the more she considered the idea, the more it made perfect sense. He was the one she was on the phone with that day, he was the one she lied to Chris about about... he was the one that was plotting against some very good friends of hers.
The sirens had gone off in Lisa Marie's brain, and the first thing that came to her mind was that she had to tell Trish. And so she found herself bolting through the catering room, praying that she didn't knock plates of food out of anyone's hand. Of course, as soon as she had that very thought, she smashed into someone, her eyes widening in horror as grapes flew through the air.
"Way to go, Lisa..." The raven haired diva scowled at the whiny voice that could only belong to Gail Kim. Of all the people she could run into right now. "Try watching where you're going next time, clumsy bitch."
Lisa glanced down as Gail stooped to the floor in a huff, gathering up the fruit that had fallen off her plate. She considered helping her for all of a second, and then she stepped over the mess, ignoring the look of disgust on the Asian woman's face.
"Bite me, Gail, I've got more important things to worry about," she said, not wasting anymore time as she hurried off.
"Trish!" she called as she finally caught a glimpse of the woman she was looking for.
Trish looked up, smiling as she waved her friend over. Lisa jogged over to her, placing her hands on her hips as she stopped beside her. Almost instantly, Trish picked up on Lisa's expression, and she frowned.
"What's the matter?" she asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You like you've seen a ghost."
I may as well have, Lisa thought to herself. She took a moment to regain her breath, and then she replied.
"Oh, Trish, I just had to come see you. I think I've figured everything out..."
"Excuse me..." a third voice cut in, and the two ladies turned to face whomever had spoken.
Trish's gaze was very casual, until she locked eyes with Jay. She couldn't believe she didn't recognize his voice.
"Look, I know you're still iffy with me," Jay said casually, though the look in his eyes said his heart was breaking, "but Chris says he really wants to talk to you, and he insisted I go and get you for him." He paused for a short while, and then added, "I think he just wants to patch things up between the three of us, God knows they're fucked up."
Lisa glanced back and forth between Jay and Trish, and her gaze fell. She and Jay used to be so comfortable around each other, their personalities went together so well. And now, they just seemed so awkward, like they were meeting for the first time. It wasn't right...
"Where is he?" Lisa asked when she noticed that neither of them were going to speak. "Chris, I mean."
Her heart fluttered at the mention of his name, but she hid it. She still couldn't believe she told Trish about it, she couldn't have Jay catching on as well.
Jay snapped out of the trance he had drifted into and eyed the women before him. He breathed in deeply, clutching at his stomach as though he was experiencing a sharp pain there.
"In our locker room, he's waiting there. What do you say, Trish? I won't go if you don't," he said, his eyes imploring.
One look into his soft, blue orbs, and Trish just about melted. He always had that effect on her, and it was times like these that she hated it. With a sigh, she nodded.
"Alright," she agreed. "I'll come along."
Only a few minutes later, Lisa had excused herself from the pair - she guessed her news for Trish would have to wait just a little while longer - and she pretended not to see the murderous glare Trish threw in her direction for departing. She and Jay had just about reached the locker room, and not a word had been spoken by either of them.
Jay was mentally kicking himself the entire way, wondering why in hell he went to get Trish in the first place. It was obvious by her silence that she did not want to be around him. This would be the last time he listened to Chris. No wonder the man ended up with a woman like Amy... he was downright stupid.
The locker room was only about twenty yards away, but it may as well have been twenty thousand. One would think a walk down the hall with the woman he loved wouldn't be such a tedious, awkward activity. When they finally reached the door, Jay let out the breath he had been holding, the air coming out of him in a long hiss. He held the door open and stepped back, allowing Trish to enter before him.
She mouthed a thank you to him and stepped inside, immediating making note of the fact that Chris was alone. Jay noticed to two visitors as well, and he half smiled. One of the visitors, not surprisingly, was Amy, who was seated on the couch. He would've rolled his eyes, had he not seen who else was in the room. He happened to like that particular person a hell of a lot, and it had been far too long since he'd last seen him.
"Hey..." he said, walking past Trish and over to him, grabbing him by the arm. "Welcome back, man! How the hell are ya?"
The taller man grinned widely upon seeing Jay, pulling him into a hug. What a dope, he thought to himself as he continued to beam away.
"Not bad, and I'm glad you're here. Amy told me I might find you in here... it was rough for awhile, but I'm doing just fine now," he replied, glancing directly past Jay and Chris.
His eyes locked on Amy and, unbeknownst to the two men - both of whom thought he was looking at them - she winked at him. The only one who possible could've seen was Trish, and she wasn't paying any mind to her anyway. The three men continued to talk, and all the while he continued to stare at Amy, his blood already racing at the thought of having her again.
He couldn't believe how naive, and just plain stupid Chris and Jay were. They kept talking and talking, and neither one of them picked up on the fact that he was not paying attention to a damn thing they said. Eventually, he cut them off, mentioning something about having a meeting to go to. He tossed one final glance in Amy's direction, sending her a knowing smile before making his exit. As he made his way to the door, he passed by Trish, grabbing a hold of her tiny hand.
"Good to see you again, Trish," he said, in a tone that was at the very least sugar coated.
Trish managed to tear her gaze off of Jay long enough to look him in the eye. It wasn't that she was not happy to see him... she just couldn't get her mind off of Jay long enough to focus her attention on anything else. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, she forced a smile.
"It's nice to see you, too, Adam..."
