Trish made her way back to the locker room when she saw Christy and Amy talking quietly about something. She noticed the locker room door right where they were standing and wondered how she would get around them. Trish took in a deep breath and as Amy saw Trish approaching she told Christy. Trish watched as Christy spun around to face her with a deadly glare. Trish just put it off and walked past them into the locker room. She shut the door quietly behind her and heard the nasty remarks Christy was saying. Trish went over and sat on a bench in the back corner of the room that was almost in shadows. There she would sit and cry for some time until a knock stopped her tears. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand as she stood up and walked over to the door. Once opening it her eyes grew with anger.
"What do you want?" She asked angrily. Randy just stepped past her into the room and looked around it.
"You women have got it good." He said, ignoring her question. Anger boiled inside of Trish as she watched him. Why me? She asked herself in pity. Randy turned to look at Trish, his trademark smirk set upon his handsome face.
"I wanted to say… um… sorry?" Trish felt he wasn't being sincere and her brown eyes rolled dramatically.
"Yeah, whatever. I can tell if you're truly being sorry, and I see you're not so please, just leave." Trish said quickly. Randy's eyes captured hers and he stared into them.
"What do you want, Randy?" She asked again but in a softer tone. She tore her gaze away from his and walked past him. She sat down on a bench and wasn't surprised when he sat next to her.
"I'm not sure. I just know you don't like me and I don't like that. I mean, I want to try to make amends but it seems all you want to do is fight. What went wrong in our relationship…? I mean friendship," He said quickly, "that made you get so mad that now you're not even on good terms with me?" Trish turned her head away from him and sighed.
"Can you please leave, Randy?" She asked quietly. She heard a sad sigh come from the man sitting next to her but didn't care. He would never know how much he had hurt her.
"Alright, but if you want to talk about it, I'll be waiting." And with that he left the women's locker room. Trish put her head in her hands and sighed with disgust. She had the chance to get her best friend back but she had to be so stupid and not accept what he was saying. She got up and changed into some hip huggers and a black button up top that came just above her belly button. She flipped the collar down and looked at herself in the mirror.
"Well Stratus," she told herself, "We're going out to have fun tonight and not worry about what is happening in your life."
"I never knew you talked to yourself!" Adam exclaimed from the doorway. Trish spun around and felt her face grow red.
"How long were you standing there?" She asked suspiciously.
"Long enough to hear you start talking to yourself! Do you do that often?" He stepped inside and Trish noticed he was ready to go in his jeans and black top. She smirked and stepped away from the mirror.
"Uh… only when I'm nervous. But don't worry, I'll be fine. It's just that I haven't been out in a while." She said as she grabbed her purse. Adam walked her out of the locker room and glared down the hallway at Randy who leaned against the wall, talking to Chris Irvine.
"Uh…Adam, let's go this way." Trish said hastily as she pulled him the other way. Adam wouldn't let her pull him though. He turned and began to pull her the other way.
"This way's faster, Trish. Com'n. There's nothing wrong with walking this way unless you're scared…" He teased. Trish gave him a sharp look but decided that she had to walk down that way to show Randy she wasn't avoiding him for the most part. They walked down the hallway hand in hand. As they reached Randy and Chris, Adam nodded to the fellow Canadian but gave Randy a deadly look. Trish kept her head down as she walked past Chris but her head snapped up and gave Randy a serious look. She then turned back to Adam and let him drag her down the hallway.
In the car Adam had turned down the radio. He looked at Trish expectantly as they stopped at a red light.
"Trish, why'd you want to go the other way while we were walking out of the stadium?" He asked curiously. Trish gave a reluctant sigh.
"Can we not talk about it right now? I'm not in the mood to, okay?" She said bitterly. Adam backed down and drove the way to the club they were going to. Once inside the club the music blasting from the speakers made their hearts skip a beat. Trish smiled up at the taller man before walking off towards the bar. She ordered them both a beer and handed one to Adam.
"Here. It's for bringing me out here tonight." She said before taking a long drink. Adam nodded and sipped on his beer before turning to look at a group of girls that seemed very interested in him. Trish followed his gaze and rolled her eyes.
"I'll be fine, Adam! Really! You go and have some fun." Trish pushed him away and sat down on a bar stool. She watched Adam introduce himself and glared at one blonde who got a little too close. But then Trish remembered she wasn't even dating Adam. They were just friends. Maybe she was trying to be like a big sister or something.
"Hey, Trish…" Trish's head snapped to the left to look at Jason Reso. She sighed and looked down at her half empty bottle of beer.
"What do you want Jay?" She asked, annoyance filling her voice. Jay sat next to her and grabbed her hand.
"I want you back, Trish. Please! I'm really sorry…" He pleaded with her. Trish scoffed and set down her beer.
"Sorry for what? Sorry for sleeping with anything that had tits and an ass? Sorry for screwing all of the Diva Search contestants?" She yelled angrily. Jay glared at her.
"Well I'm sorry you weren't fulfilling my needs!" He retorted. Trish's hand connected with his face after he said this and she walked off immediately, not even going to tell Adam she was leaving.
"How dare he?" She asked herself aloud. Her anger showed in her eyes as a man came up and asked if she wanted to dance but he saw she was mad and walked away swiftly. "I shouldn't let him get away with saying that!"
"Who saying what?" Trish spun around to see Randy standing there. Had he been following me? She asked herself instantly.
"Are you following me, Randy? Are you some kind of psychopathic stalker or something?" Trish was about to turn around when he grabbed her arm to stop her from walking away.
"Can we just please go and talk?" He asked her, his eyes pleading with her. Trish was a softy so she gave in to him.
"Fine. Where?"
"Uh… where do you think we should go?" He asked her, rubbing the back of his neck gently.
"I don't know! Your car?" She said quickly, seeing Jay stand up and walk over to her. She pulled him out into the cool night air. He gave her a surprised look.
"No questions, okay?" She instructed angrily. Randy just nodded and walked to his car parked across the alleyway. Randy opened the door for Trish and she climbed in. He shut her door and walked around to the other side. He got in and turned to look at her.
"So can you please tell me what happened to us? Why you were so mad the day I said me and Stacy had to do the promos and act like we were dating?" Trish found it funny he didn't know the answer to this question. He obviously had not seen how much she truly cared for him and then he started to flaunt Stacy in front of her every chance he got. Well Trish had had enough of it. She moved on with her boring life.
"Are you kidding me? How could you not see that I was in like love with you or something along those lines! I had feelings for you Randy but you went and messed up any chance I had with you! Sometimes I swear you were blonde at one point in your life…" She yelled. Randy sat there dumbfounded for a second. She'd really liked me more than a friend? He asked himself in shock. Trish couldn't take the silence that had settled between them so she got out of the car and slammed the door behind her. Randy sat there and stared at the clock. Trish walked down the alleyway and out onto the busy street lined with stores and clubs. She walked along the sidewalk, her mind buzzing with thoughts. She wrapped her arms tightly around her body to keep herself warm against the cool breeze that blew through and wondered how long it would take her to get to the hotel. A car beeped and she turned around. He's following me again! She thought angrily.
"Trish, let me take you to the hotel." He said as he unlocked the door. Trish huffed and turned on her heel. She set off to walk again but Randy pulled the rental car up next to her and got out.
"I am not letting you walk these streets at night alone. Get in the car." He demanded. The sharpness in his voice made Trish jump. He had never been that sharp with her. She sighed and walked around to the passenger side of the car. She got in but didn't bother to buckle her seatbelt. Randy reached over her body and buckled her seatbelt quickly.
"What if we got in an accident Trish? Then what'd you do? I'll tell you what you'd do. You'd be going six feet under." Randy said angrily. Just the thought of losing her made him mad.
"Whatever Randy!" Trish yelled. The rest of the short drive was silent except for the occasional sound of rocks hitting the bottom of the car. Once at the hotel Trish got out as fast as she could and made a run for it. She didn't need another lecture by the self proclaimed Legend Killer. Trish entered the hotel and ran to the elevator, pressing the five button over and over again. Before the door could close Randy slid into the small space with her. Trish groaned and watched as Randy pressed the stop button.
"We're not leaving here until you tell me why you never told me how you felt." He said quickly. Trish reached over and was about to push the button but he pushed her away towards the back corner of the elevator gently. He stood in front of the buttons to make sure she wouldn't be able to push the start one.
"Let me go Randy." Trish said in a dangerous tone. He raised an eyebrow and laughed quietly.
"Not until you tell me why you never told me how you felt!" He exclaimed. Trish slid down the mirrored wall of the elevator and looked up at Randy.
"I guess we're stuck here then." She muttered darkly. Randy sighed and sat down in front of her. Trish scooted away from him to the other corner and glared at him. He knew that if looks could kill, he'd be dead in a heartbeat.
"People may be trying to get on the elevator." Trish said quietly. Randy hadn't thought of that. He went over and kneeled in front of her.
"Can't you just tell me?" He asked in a low tone. Trish shook her head and refused to look up because she knew he was giving her his sad face and when he did his sad face she always gave in. No matter what the circumstances.
"Nope. Sorry!" She replied. Randy let out a frustrated sigh and pressed the start button on the elevator. Trish was thankful when the elevator door opened. She saw a group of people waiting to get on and felt herself growing red with embarrassment. Randy pushed past the people leaving Trish to fend for herself. She pushed a man and woman out of her way and made her way towards her room. She pulled out her key card and was about to slid it into the door when Randy appeared next to her. He opened the door to her hotel and walked inside.
"Leave, Randy!" She screamed. Randy shook his head and walked further into her room, giving her his trademark smirk. Trish threw her purse at him but he ducked out of the way.
"If you don't leave, I will!" She yelled to him. She made the mistake of going to get her purse though. Randy sprinted towards the door and slammed it. He locked both locks and leaned against it. Trish had no escape.
"Randy Keith Orton!" She yelled as she walked up to him. Her fists pounded into his chest but he didn't flinch. Tears flowed from her eyes as she continued to punch him. Randy sighed and let her get out all of her anger. She then slid down the wall and to the floor in a fit of sobs. He watched her for a second before scrambling to sit next to her. His arm went around her shoulders but she shrugged him off. Trish then began to cry harder. Randy put his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. Trish cried onto his shoulder for what seemed like hours until she finally stopped. Randy stroked her hair softly and waited until she stopped shaking to release her. Trish looked up and smiled weakly at Randy. He stood up and helped her up. Trish wiped her eyes and knew her face looked horrible. Mascara ran down her cheeks mixed in with eyeliner and tears. Randy wiped the black mess away with his hands and led her into the room. Trish sat down on the couch near the window and closed her tired eyes.
"Are you going to be okay?" He asked her quietly. Trish shrugged, not knowing if she would. She stood up and walked over to her bed. She pulled the down the sheets and covers. After she did this Randy walked over and sat next to her on the other side of the bed.
"I'll stay here until you fall asleep." He said. Trish nodded in response and was soon asleep afterwards. Randy watched her for a while, her breathing finally becoming normal. He sighed deeply and stood up.
"I'll come and see you tomorrow, Trish. Maybe you won't be so…. So hostile." He said quietly, moving some of her blonde hair out of her face. He then turned and grabbed her key card from her side dresser and walked out. He toyed with the key card as he walked down the hallway. He was going to go and see her early in the morning. As Randy walked down the dim hallway he wondered about the strange feeling he got when he saw Trish start to break down and cry earlier that night. He shrugged it off and walked into his room, closing the door quietly so he wouldn't wake up Stacy.
