"Randy…" Trish spoke softly, stepping off the elevator as Jeff does too.

"I thought I would give you a chance to explain, but I see you're to busy," Randy said gesturing toward Jeff.

"No, Randy we really need to talk."

"Oh, you mean you're going to blow him off for me? Wow! I feel honored," Randy said with sarcasm in his tone.

"Randy, you don't even have to worry, she isn't speaking to me," Jeff spoke up.

"Did I ask for your input?" Randy shot back.

"No, but I gave it, didn't I?" Jeff replied.

"I ought to hit you like I did a few weeks back," Randy said stepping forward.

"Why? So you can hit Trish why you're at it?"

"Stop it," Trish said, stepping in between the two, and then grabbing Randy by the arm leading him back toward the elevator.

IN THE ROOM

"Why did you leave?" Trish asked once in the room.

"I told you, I needed some time to think," he replied.

"I thought that Dave and Paul hated me."

"They do, why?"

"Then why are they trying to help me through all this mess?"

"I don't kn—"Randy paused, "What did Dave say to you before I left?"

"He said that you we're with all these girls, and that him and Paul knew all alone about us then he called me a slut, if you really want to know."

"What? Why would he say that?"

"I don't know. Randy I don't see where you're going with this."

"Well, he told me that you we're only dating me to get closer to Paul."

"What?"

"Yeah, I thought it wasn't true, but hearing it from Paul, himself, I kind of that it was."

"What? How can you believe that?"

"I know I feel dumb. It's just that now that I'm thinking about it, it's like we're being set up."

"Set up?"

"Yeah, think about it. The night you kept calling me on my cell, Paul had it. Then when I ask him if anyone called, he told me no. That's how they know; him and Dave are the cause of these arguments."

"But Jeff," Trish said taking a seat on the bed.

"I don't know. He just happens to shoe up at this time. He then goes off and… kisses you."

"Randy, I—"

"Forget it; I don't want to discuss it."

"But we need to, Randy. You know that I didn't mean for this to happen, right?"

"Of course, I never thought of hurting you, either."

Trish and Randy shared an awkward silence before Trish decided to speak up again. "What do we do now?"

"Well, we go find Paul and Dave and beat the living shit out of them. How does that sound?"

"It sounds great," Trish said getting up from the bed. "But I have a better idea."

LATER

Randy walked into the Evolutions locker room hoping to find Paul and Dave. To his surprise, they weren't there. He decided to take a seat on the leather couch. He thought about the recent weeks, the things that Paul and Dave did. Trying to reined his relationship with Trish. They damn near did. A few minutes later he heard the sound of Dave, apparently talking to someone in the hallway.

"You should've seen her face man. It was priceless," Dave said outside the locker room.

"I wish I could of," Paul said opening the door and seeing Randy. "Randy! What are you doing here?"

"What are you guys talking about?" Randy asked standing up.

"Nothing." Dave replied quickly.

"Oh, well what's that matters with you guys. You don't seem too happy to see me."

"Sure we are, aren't we Dave?"

"Yeah! Listen, since your back, you feel like going to the club with us tonight?"

"Sure that sounds great. You two don't mind if Trish tags along do you?"

"Trish? I thought you told her to hit the road?"

"Oh, yeah, I did. We made up. Not to worry Dave, she wants me and me only, but listen got to go and see her now. Call me and we'll make plans," Randy said, then exiting the locker room with a smile.

"Do you think he knows?" Dave asked once Randy was out of sight.

"Of course not. Trish would be too scared to tell him."

"I hope you're right."

"I am right."

A/N: There you guys go. As always loving the reviews, keep em' comin'.