A/N: Hey, this is just a like two chapter story I'm trying out. I know I'm using two people who are my favorites but it has to be done. Although I don't listen to ANY hip hop or rap my step sister made me listen to this song to get an idea of a fic she wanted me to write with anyone who I chose. So, I'm waiting for the evil reviews but, read and review all the same! lol

Summary: Trish Stratus was hurt by the one she loved. But she doesn't know that there's a certain someone who has feelings for her.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I own nothing...

In a small café in the midst of New York City sat three women at a table drinking their coffee. One of them was getting lectured by the two others. She rolled her eyes at them, wondering why they were even trying to do this. The redhead one grabbed the petite blondes hand and sighed.

"Trish, we know what he's doing to you. I saw him yelling at you the other day in the arena." Amy Dumas said, squeezing her hand. The other hand was taken by Lillian Garcia.

"Please, just let him go. He's cheating on you with Dawn anyway." She said, her eyes searching Trish's for anything that would show she believed them.

"Guys, he's just stressed about work. You know he's pretty upset he has this feud with Chris." Trish tried to explain to her concerned friends. Amy rolled her hazel eyes and groaned.

"Trish, Lillian and I have seen him with Dawn Marie a million times! In fact, on our way here, we saw him going in the lingerie store around the corner." Amy said before her cell phone began to ring. She excused herself and walked outside to talk on the phone since the reception in the quaint café was bad.

"Girl, you don't look happy with him. He's taking advantage of you and everyone can see it. You know who's really concerned about you?" Lillian asked, looking her friend in the eyes.

"I know you and Amy are concerned but I love him more than anything! You guys are just seeing the bad side of him!" Trish exclaimed, getting quite annoyed by this situation.

"Randy Orton is the one who is concerned more than any of us. You know, he confines in Ames and me all the time. He's seen him with Dawn more than we have; he tells us what he's been doing behind your back and honestly, he does care about you more than you think." Lillian released her hand and looked outside. "Speaking of the devil…" Lillian said, pointing Trish towards the direction of the door. Randy stood there with Amy. Then they set off at a quick pace, walking towards the lingerie store down at the corner. Trish and Lillian watched and stood, walking outside.

"Where the hell are they going?" Trish asked, looking at Lillian with bewilderment. Lillian pointed to the shop they went in. Trish and Lillian crossed the busy street, almost getting hit by a taxi.

"Hey, wait for the light to change next time!" The angry man called. Trish yelled sorry and stood on the corner, out of breath.

"Lil, what's happening? Why'd they go in there?"

"Don't you remember? Amy said John and Dawn were in the shop looking at some lingerie."

(INSIDE THE SHOP)

Amy and Randy walked inside, acting like they were a couple. Though Amy was as single as could be, she and Randy were best friends. Nothing more. Amy ducked behind a rack of lacy bras of all colors and watched as Dawn kissed him. Randy wanted to strangle him for doing this to Trish. Only Amy and Lillian knew about his true feeling for the blonde Canadian. Then, Amy stepped out form behind the rack, leaving Randy there. Amy walked up behind Dawn, glaring daggers at her. She watched as Dawn picked out a see through thong and held it up for him to look at it. He grinned and nodded, imagining her in that. Amy grabbed a lacy one and walked behind the man, clearing her throat.

"What about this one?" Amy spat. The man spun around, his cheeks growing red.

"Amy, hi! What are you doing here?" He asked. Amy glared at him. He rubbed the back of his neck, adjusting his Yankees hat. Amy threw down the underwear and put her hands on her hips.

"Mind telling me what you're doing here with her?" She questioned with venom in her voice. Dawn glared at Amy from behind him.

"Well, you see, I… um…"

"Spit it out you piece of shit!" Amy yelled. The store turned quiet and the clerk came over.

"Miss, I suggest you go outside to take care of your business." The woman said kindly, looking from Amy to him.

"Gladly…" Amy replied with a threatening grin towards Dawn. She grabbed him by the collar of his Yankees jersey and dragged him outside. Dawn and Randy followed in pursuit as Amy flung him towards the street, hoping he'd get hit by a car. Trish looked from Dawn to her boyfriend and narrowed her eyes.

"What's going on?" She demanded. Dawn snickered and crossed her arms across her chest.

"What's so funny, Dawn?" Amy asked, turning her attention to the brunette. Dawn's face became serious and she stopped laughing. Amy turned back to Trish and her boyfriend who were having a very heated conversation.

"What are you doing with her? In a lingerie store! You'd better explain this to me the best you can!" Trish yelled. His blue eyes dropped to the ground and he shuffled his feet nervously.

"Well I—" He was cut off by Dawn.

"We're a couple, Blondie. As in, we love each other." Dawn crossed her fingers and smirked. Trish lost it then and there. She slapped him as hard as she could across the face and turned on Dawn who was cowering behind Randy. Or trying to hide, should she say.

"You bitch!" Trish screamed, lunging at her. Randy moved just in time as Trish knocked Dawn to the ground, punching at any place on her body she could.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU BOTH!" Trish yelled as she was pulled off of a bleeding Dawn by Randy. She kicked and tried to break out of his hold but he was too strong for her. She fell limp onto his chest, her breathing ragged. Her now ex-boyfriend was helping Dawn up and walking away.

"It's over, John! I hate you!" Trish yelled to him. John Cena looked back, his eyes filled with self pity. Trish looked over at Amy and Lillian.

"I'm sorry you guys, you were right." She said, on the verge of tears. Randy released her and stood off to the side and the three women hugged, causing Trish to cry. Tears rolled down her red cheeks as Lillian and Amy tried to soothe her pain. Her heart was broken into a million pieces. John Cena was the love of her life.

"I should have trusted you guys, I should have believed you. But no, my stupidity got in the way." Trish murmured through tears. Lillian patted her back and shook her head.

"You weren't the stupid one, Trish; John was." She tried to calm her friend down. Trish shook her head.

"I was stupid not to listen to you guys." Trish said, wiping her tears mixed with mascara and eye liner off her face. Yet, once she wiped them off, they kept on coming.

"I should go home. I'm not feeling too well…" Trish felt sick to her stomach. Like she was going to puke her heart out. It would have been possible since her heart had dropped into her stomach the second she heard Dawn say they were a couple.

"Trish, you can't walk alone and Lillian and I are going to go shopping for, uh, clothes." Amy said, putting a hand on Trish's shoulder. "I'm really sorry about John. If you need anything at all, just give either of us a call. We'll be over in a heartbeat. Randy, do you mind walking her back to the hotel?" Amy asked, her eyes pleading with him. Randy would like nothing more than to help Trish.

"Sure, I was about to head back anyway." Randy put his arm out for Trish to loop hers through. Trish chocked down some more tears when she remembered John used to do that for her and looped her arm through Randy's. Trish waved good bye to her best friends and began to walk at a slow pace with Randy.

"I'm truly sorry about John." He said after a long, uncomfortable silence between them. Trish sighed.

"I know it was coming one day. I just didn't know it would happen this soon." She looked up to see a confused look on his face. "I mean, he never did anything real special for me. Like send me roses just because, or take me out to dinner, or notice if I got a new hairstyle or bought a new outfit just for him." Trish explained. I noticed all of those things that you did. Randy thought. Trish sighed. "I guess it was too good to be true. I'm never going to find someone who loves me." Too bad he's standing right here… Randy thought.

"You know what, you will one day. And when you do, you'll be the happiest woman in the world." Randy said as they walked inside of the hotel. Trish looked up at him, giving him a questioning look.

"How do you know?" She asked, a hint of anger set in her voice. Randy took in a deep breath.

"Because everyone has someone that is perfect for them. You just haven't found him yet." Randy replied. Trish shrugged.

"I guess your right." Trish agreed, stepping into the elevator. They unlinked arms and Randy stood with his hands in his pockets while Trish put her hands behind her back, clasping them tightly. The elevator opened and they both walked out. Trish pulled out her key card and slid it into the door.

"Trish?" Randy called as she was walking into the room, her shoulders slumped. She turned and stood in the doorway.

"Yes Randy?" She looked up at him, her face filled with sadness. Randy felt his heart breaking in half at the look on her face.

"Um…" He stopped and rocked back and forth on his feet. Trish furrowed her thin eyebrows slightly and wondered what he wanted.

"Randy?"

"Never mind…" He replied, but before Trish could expect anything, he leaned down, kissing her softly.

A/N: Okay, that was a short chapter. But remember, this fic is only two chapters long. I know the first part was pretty pissy since John was cheating on Trish with Dawn Marie BUT we've found out that a certain brown haired, blue eyed hottie is in love with Trish. (lol, don't you guys just LOVE the adjectives? he he he…)