A/N: It's been awhile for this one. Hopefully some of you are still reading! Reviews would be greatly appreciated.

Chapter 12
"This has got to stop," Lisa said vehemently. The dark-haired diva's expression was more than stern. "Those two have been going at it for weeks. All of this is nonsense."

Trish sighed weakly. After Chris and Jay's most recent argument – the first in which she really spoke up – the blonde woman had run to the locker room to talk to Lisa Marie. She had become one of Trish's biggest confidantes as of late. It was obvious by Lisa's tone that she was just as frustrated with all the fighting.

"I know it is, but try explaining that to them. Nothing I say is sinking in," she replied.

She hated sounding so hopeless, but at this point the situation seemed that way. Their friendship was one bad fight away from being doomed.

"You can't do this to yourself, Trish," Lisa told her almost motherly. "Their fighting has nothing to do with you – their immaturity is the only thing responsible here… oh, and the redhead certainly isn't helping."

Trish tried to smile at what she knew was a pathetic attempt to poke fun at the situation. She had been so preoccupied with Jay and Chris that she had barely considered Amy's involvement. Now more than ever, Trish knew she was up to no good. Her once honest, hazel eyes had grown shady. She regretted not further explaining what she knew to Chris when she had the opportunity, but she was so unsure of what was going to happen. All she knew was that her best friend was being set up, and at the moment she was powerless to stop it.

"There has to be someone else," she spoke finally. "Someone who has it out for Chris, too. Amy doesn't act alone."

Lisa seized the window Trish left open for her to speak about her thoughts. She hated playing detective, but in this particular case she felt obliged.

"It's Adam," she told her. "Adam Copeland. He's got to be helping her."

Trish sent Lisa Marie a curious stare. That was the last person she expected.

"Adam?" she repeated. "What makes you think that?"

"I got this vibe when I first saw him, and I knew something was weird," she explained. "Besides, he fits the profile of the guy Amy was on the phone with in the locker room – out of action, on his way back… it's gotta be him."

A thoughtful gaze filled Trish's expression. It made perfect sense, but at the same time it was absolutely crazy. What could Adam possibly have against Jay and Chris?

"That can't be, Lisa," she replied. "Chris and Adam are great friends, and Adam and Jay are practically brothers. Why would he want to hurt them?"

Lisa shrugged, "For some reason this girl makes men do stupid things, especially things in her favor."

Trish frowned at the accuracy of her friend's statement. She didn't exactly know what it was, but no one could deny that Amy Dumas had some type of powerful hold over the men in her life.

Before she could contemplate it further, a knock on the door interfered with her concentration. Lisa Marie jumped up and headed to the door, as Trish drifted back into her thoughts. What in hell did Adam Copeland have to do with this? What was his connection to Amy? What exactly did they have in store for everyone?

This was all turning into one of those cheesy detective movies. She did not want to become part of a mystery novel.

"Uh, it's for you, Trish," Lisa cut her thoughts short again.

Trish shook her head and then rose, slowly making her way to the door. She couldn't help but notice the tentativeness in Lisa's eyes, but when she sent her a questioning look her gaze simply darted back to the person outside the door. Trish gently pushed past her, her breath catching in her throat as she found herself staring at Jay.

He stood in the hall, awkwardly stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He had the same reaction to seeing her, all of a sudden feeling unable to breathe. He eyed her in silence for a minute, till he felt it was safe to speak.

"Can we talk?" he asked.

Going against every screaming part of her, Trish nodded. As if she could turn those sad, blue eyes away. She sent Lisa Marie a look and walked out the door, following Jay into the hall. Once the door closed, the Canadian man didn't hesitate.

"I wanted to say that I'm sorry," he voiced weakly.

Trish knew how much Jay despised apologies. Add in the fact that the two had hardly spoken since he kissed her, and Trish could only imagine how awkward he felt. Though she was still angry over the scene in the locker room, she knew she could not stay that way.

"Don't apologize," she said softly. "I'm not mad at you."

Jay exhaled with relief at her statement, though he wasn't sure if she was completely sincere. Trish had a tendency of offering forgiveness even if she didn't want to. She hated fighting that much.

"Well, if you're not mad, you're upset. And in that case, I'm sorry I upset you," he told her. "I know that Chris and I need to stop fighting, Trish, but this is hard."

Trish sighed, forcing her gaze down to the floor.

"I know it's hard, Jay, but I can't be in the middle of this anymore. It's tearing me apart to watch you two fight over the most ridiculous nonsense," she admitted.

"I'm sure it is," he agreed with a slow nod. "And I'm trying to make progress, I swear, but Chris isn't giving me shit to work with. And it doesn't help that every time I try to have a civilized talk with him, Amy's there trying to get under my skin."

Jay stopped speaking when it became evident that Trish was no longer listening. A far away gaze filled her doe brown eyes, and he could immediately sense that her mind was elsewhere. Waving a hand in front of her face, he drew her back to reality. Her gaze focused on him when he sent her a questioning stare.

"Jay, about the other night…" she began nervously.

Jay winced at the mention – he knew exactly what she was talking about. If her initial response resembled in any way what she was planning to say now, he didn't want to hear it. He couldn't bear to hear her say she didn't feel the same. Before she had the chance to continue, he cut her off.

"It was a mistake," he lied. "I guess I just got caught up in the moment. I'm sorry if I confused you."

Okay, so it was a blatant lie. There was no sense in having her break his heart twice.

Trish frowned, his response confusing her even more. She still wasn't sure what she wanted from Jay, but she couldn't deny that she felt something when he kissed her. She needed to know how he felt, and though she was unsure about the status of their relationship, she found herself strangely disappointed by his response.

"But Jay," she argued.

She didn't want him to ignore the topic.

Come on, there's no need to worry about it. I'm sorry it happened," he said, surprised at how sincere he sounded. He was normally such a bad liar. "Let's just drop it, okay?"

Though it upset her to do so, Trish complied. She nodded, though her face donned a frown.

"Okay…"