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"Hey Trish," she heard a voice say, then turned around from her seat in the lobby of the hotel.
"Hey Jeff," she replied.
"Trish, what's going on?" He asked, and then took a seat across from her.
"It's plane and simple, Jeff. You're going to have to stay away from me."
"What?"
"It's for the best."
"The best of what? You and Randy. Sorry, I came back here for one thing, Trish."
"What's that?"
"Trish, we both know that reason. You," he said reaching to take her hand, but she moved very quickly.
"Me and you already tried this. I love Randy, Jeff. You're just going to have to stay away. I don't want anything to do with you."
"You see, Trish. One reason why you shouldn't be with him. He's already controlling you."
"He's controlling me? What about when me and you were together? I couldn't go anywhere without you, you had to be there. Randy, on the other hand, let's me talk to anyone, even if he doesn't know this person. So don't sit here and tell me, he's too controlling," she began to shout.
"Trish, clam down."
"How can you tell me to clam down?" She asked, standing up. "... You know what? You make me sick. How can you tell me, how to run my life?"
"Look I care about you doesn't that mean anything. I just didn't want to see you get hurt," he replied, standing up himself.
"You care about me?" Trish questioned. "...If you truly care about me, Jeff, like you say you do, we wouldn't be having this conversation," she finished. "Oh and Jeff, nothing last forever."
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Trish hurried after her match, to get in the back. Once she reached it she heard someone calling her name. She turns to the side and sees Bishoff.
"Trish! What the hell were you doing out there? You totally screwed up," he yelled.
"Bishoff, not right now, I don't have time."
"Don't give me that attitude. Plus, what's with all this stuff with Randy, too?"
"That's what I'm about to try and fix now," she said, walking off.
Trish hurried down the halls, looking for any member of Evolution, practically Dave.
"Dave!" Trish yelled as she turned the corner.
"Beat it, Trish," Paul said, as she reaches them.
"No, wait. I need to talk to Dave."
"He's on the phone with Randy."
"Randy," Trish said softly, looking over at Dave, whose back, was turned toward her.
"Alright, man," Dave said, hanging up the phone. He turns and focuses on Paul, then toward Trish.
"Well, what did he say?" Paul asked.
Dave kept his gaze on Trish, then spoke up, "...he's already at the airport. He's flight leaves in 20 minutes."
Trish shakes her head. "Are we just going to stand around here?" She questioned.
"I'm going to go and try to get him to stay," Dave said, facing Paul, then him walking off.
"I'm going with you," Trish said.
"No!" Dave yelled, no looking at her. "Haven't you done enough?" He questioned, with a dirty look.
"I don't care what I did in the past. I need to see him."
"You already seen him, about an hour ago. If you want to see him, take your own car, because there's no way in hell your riding with me."
"What did he say to you that made you change your mind about me?"
"Trish, he doesn't want to see you, why can't you understand that?"
"Because I don't want to lose him!"
"You already have. Why did you say that stuff to him?"
"What are you talking about? I didn't say anything awful that would make you upset with me."
"The fact that your suppose to be his girl, not everyone else's. That's what pisses me off about you."
"So all this is may fault, because of a little jealously?"
"No, not jealously. You're with Randy, period. You don't switch off, or be a slut!" Dave finished, and then hurried on his way.
Trish backed up against the wall, and covered her mouth with her hand. And begun to cry.