I had to stay focused for my match; everything in my head about Shane just had to be forgotten about. Eventually I came out of the toilet stall and went straight into Amy's arms.
"Taylor have you told Shane?" What did he say?" Amy asked me, presuming that, that was why I was crying.
"He didn't say anything, I didn't even have chance to tell him, he was too busy paying attention to that damn Torrie Wilson!" I spat bitterly.
"He's a fool to look at her over you… come on sweetie, I know its hard but your just gonna have to forget about Shane Helms, you know what he's like anyway, always sleeping around, you don't need anyone like that."
"I know," I agreed calming myself down. "I just wish he'd notice me for a change though, I know I'm not as glamorous as the other girls in the obvious way that they are but is it really that bad not to want to show off every inch of skin?"
"I don't think that's a bad thing at all." Jeff said from behind us.
"Jeff what are you doing in here? This is the 'women's' locker room, you can't be in here." Amy said letting go of me and trying to push him back out the door.
"Wait I just wanted to see if my girls okay." He said pushing past her and walking straight over to me. He raised his hand gently to my face and wiped my tears away with his thumb. "Don't worry sweetheart, you're gong to be okay, I'm here for you alright." He said to me in a lowered voice so that Amy couldn't here. I nodded and smiled. "Right well I'm gonna go and get ready for my match and get out of here before Amy has a fit. I'll see you after my match?" I nodded again.