"That fucking slut." Trish said as she got off the equipment case they had been sitting on and ran over to where Traci was standing and slapped her across the face knocking her to the ground. When Traci was on the ground on her back Trish got over her and repeatedly punched, slapped, and she also slammed Traci's head against the concrete floor twice.
John and Randy were talking when they heard yelling. They recognized the voices as Traci and Trish. They ran over to where they were and Randy grabbed Trish off of Traci and John helped Traci to her feet.
"Get the hell off me." Trish screamed. "I want to kill that bitch."
"Why?" Traci asked holding the back of her head.
"Why?" Trish asked pulling away from John, who quickly grabbed her again not sure of what she would do to Traci if she got a hold of her again. "Because you're supposed to be my best friend."
"I am."
"No! And do you know why you aren't? You're not my best friend because you slept with my boyfriend, and friends wouldn't do that to each other. So as far as I'm concerned I don't have a best friend and I don't have a boyfriend. I hate you both." And with that Trish managed to get out of John's hold on her and she ran down the hall, and into the women's locker room, making sure to close the door behind her.
"I think I should go talk to her." Stacy said as she started to walk away.
"No, I will. I need to talk to her about something anyway." Randy said as he gently grabbed Stacy's forearm.
"Okay, but let us know how it goes."
"Don't worry John, I will." And without another word Randy ran in the same direction that Trish had a few moments earlier. He wanted to see if she was okay, but he also wanted to tell her how he felt about her. Finally he reached the door to the women's locker room. He knew that men weren't aloud in there but at this point he didn't care, so he opened the door.
"Trish I need to talk to…." Before he could finish he heard crying, so because of what happened earlier he figured it was Trish. He looked in the room and saw her sitting on the leather couch with her head in her hands. He shut the door and walked over to the couch and sat next to his friend and pulled her in for a hug. "Trish I…"
"I really loved him." Trish said as she got off the couch and walked over to where her bag with all of her stuff was.
"Who?"
"AJ, I loved him and he hurt me." Randy felt a twinge of jealousy that Trish said she loved AJ. He knew she liked AJ, but he didn't know she loved him.
"Trish, it'll be okay. You're gonna get through this, and me, Stacy, and John will help." Randy said as he walked over to where Trish was standing.
"I don't think anything will help. It feels like I just had my heart ripped out and stomped on. That's not something you just get over."
"I know that, what I'm saying is that no matter how long it takes, we'll help you." Randy said as he pulled Trish in for another hug and kissed her on her forehead.
"Thanks." Trish answered as she pulled away and wiped the tears off her face.
"No problem. Now, me, Stace, and John are gonna go out after the show, and we were hoping you would come with us."
"I don't know Randy, I'm not really in the mood to go anywhere."
"But it'll help you get your mind off AJ and Traci."
"Fine, I guess. Just let me get cleaned up."
"Okay. We'll meet you in the parking lot in about an hour."
"See you then." And with that Randy walked out of the room, and Trish walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
About 25 minutes later Trish got out of the shower. She grabbed a pair of light blue bell-bottom jeans, a black halter-top, and a pair of black strappy high-heeled shoes. Once she was dressed she applied eye shadow, eyeliner, and 2 coats of lip-gloss. When she was satisfied with how she looked she turned out the light and exited the bathroom.
She walked out to the parking lot and looked around but she didn't see any of her friends, just then she felt someone touch her shoulder, and she jumped at the contact.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's okay, John." Trish said as she let out a big sigh.
"C'mon, we're over here."
Trish followed John to the car and got in on the passenger side.
When they arrived at the club they found a table big enough for all of them.
"Thanks."
"Thanks, for what, Trish?" Stacy asked confused.
"For putting up with me."
"Oh, I love this song. John, dance with me." Stacy said grabbing John's hand and pulling him out to the dance floor before he could answer.
"Wanna dance?" Randy asked hoping Trish wouldn't turn him down.
"I don't know."
"C'mon, please?" Randy asked again standing up and extending his hand to Trish.
"I guess." Trish answered with a sigh as she stood and took the hand Randy had offered her.
When Trish and Randy got onto the dance floor Randy put his hands gently on Trish's hips as she threw her hands around his neck and rested her head on his chest. As soon as the song started playing Trish recognized it as 'I Have Loved You' by Jessica Simpson.
Remember that blue crystal sky, the sunreflected in your eyes
You kissed me unexpectedly
The moment I just forget, we filled the air
with promises
And sealed them up so tenderly
But life never asks you what you want, it's just
gonna have it's way
And sometimes it doesn't give like it takes
As then song reached the chorus Trish moved her hands so they were resting on Randy's shoulders.
"Trish, can I ask you something?" Randy asked as his blue eyes met her hazel ones.
"Yeah."
"You're not the kind of person who gets like this 'cause of something a guy does. No matter how much you cared about them. Is there something else goin' on?"
"No." Trish answered as she looked at the floor.
"Trish…"
"I said no."
As the song ended Trish and Randy went back to the table as John and Stacy danced to another song.
Three hours later Randy, John, Stacy, and Trish arrived at the hotel.
"I'm gonna go to my room, now. See ya guys tomorrow." And with that John left.
"Me too. Good night." Stacy said as her and John walked down the hall to their rooms.
"I think I'm gonna go to bed too. I'm really tired." Trish said as her and Randy both got their room keys from the front desk of the hotel.
"I'll walk you to your room." Randy said as he pushed the button for the elevator.
"Are you sure? 'Cause you don't have to." Trish said as they entered the elevator.
"Yeah."
"Okay, thanks."
As they reached their floor and the elevator doors opened and they stepped out they started off down the hall.
"What room you in?" Randy asked.
"Um…163. What about you?"
"135."
Finally they reached the door to her room. She opened the door and stepped in, turning to face Randy.
"Randy?" Trish asked looking confused.
"What?" Randy asked as he cocked an eyebrow.
"Have you talked to AJ lately?" Trish asked.
"No, but I'm supposed to call him tomorrow morning."
"Oh."
"Trish, do you want to talk to him?"
"No. I hate him, and I never want to see him again."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, but I think I'm gonna go to bed now."
"Okay, see ya tomorrow."
"Good night, Randy." Trish said as she gave Randy a hug and kiss on the cheek.
"Good night." Randy said returning the hug and kiss.
And with that Randy left and Trish closed the door and grabbed some pajamas out of her bag. Then she went into the bathroom and got changed. Five minutes later Trish exited the bathroom, just in time to hear a knock on the door of her hotel room. She walked over to the door and opened it, only to see her good friend John Cena.
"Hey, John. I thought you went to bed."
"I tried, but I couldn't fall asleep, so I thought I'd come over. Nice pajamas." John said referring to the black and blue silky monkey pajamas Trish was wearing.
"Shut up." Trish said as she laughed and hit John's arm playfully. Come on in."
"Thanks." John said walking into the room.
"Is that the only reason you came over, because you couldn't sleep and you wanted to make fun of my pajamas?" Trish asked sitting on her bed.
"Well, that's partly why. The other reason is I wanted to talk to you." John said sitting next to Trish.
"What did you want to talk to me about?"
"Well, there's kinda this girl that I like."
"Ooh, John's got a crush. Who is it?"
"I'm not gonna tell you now."
"Why?"
"Because you sound to anxious."
"Fine, I'm better now. So, who is it?"
"It's… Stacy."