Chapter 2 – Fortune Faded.
ONE MONTH LATER
"Okay I want best behaviour and manners all round tonight. Were not only representing us but the company and if the company looks bad so do I." Vince yelled to the coach load of people.
Everyone agreed in one way or another and then finally stood up and exited the coach. They all headed into the Chinese restaurant they had planned to have their annual Wrestle Mania pre dinner party. This was an important event as this was the last time any changes could be made to the script.
"Please look at the seating charts and find your seat." The elderly Chinese lady called out.
Trish walked up the board and looked for a long time before she scrunched up her face.
"This has to be a joke right?"
"What is?" Amy asked looking for her name.
"It say's I'm on Jericho's table…there is no way I'm sitting…" Trish stopped as an arm wrapped its self round her shoulder.
"Looks like were sitting together huh great isn't it." Chris said cheerfully.
"I don't think so." Trish shrugged his arm off her and walked away.
Trish walked all the way over to Vince's table and stopped.
"Trish how can we help." Vince asked.
"It says I gotta sit with Jericho and I really can't do that." Trish said laughing.
"Well you have to. The seating chart isn't wrong I made it up." Vince shrugged.
"You made it up?"
"Yes I did. I think it's about time you two got along." Vince said forcefully.
"You don't understand…" Trish began to plead.
"Yes I do now go and sit down." Vince said calmly.
Trish sighed and turned round looking at the table she was supposed to be sat at seeing an empty space next to Chris. Slowly walking over she saw him look over at her and wave. Trish rolled her eyes and sat down.
An hour later Trish was still sat there in silence looking bored out of her mind. Constantly looking at the clock, which felt like it took forever to move. The table broke out into laughter as Chris told another one of his stupid jokes Trish hated so much.
"So you pumped for Wrestle Mania?" Randy asked.
"You bet I am. I can't wait to get that belt around my waist. It's gonna be tough but I can do it" Chris said enthusiastically.
Trish laughed at this.
"Something funny your highness?" Chris asked sarcastically.
"Like you don't already know your gonna win. You won't even have to try hard." Trish said.
"Trish it's not just a one two three I gotta work in there and with Kurt Angle the guy's a gold medal winner." Chris said shortly.
"But you know that you win so there's no problem, even I could do it." Trish smirked.
"Oh I'm sorry you must be confusing what you do with what I do." Chris laughed as did everyone else. "There's no way you could even imagine doing what I do."
"Whatever…you couldn't do what I do." Trish said annoyed.
"Yeah your right I forgot how hard the chick kick is." Chris said sarcastically.
"You're such an asshole." Trish stood up.
Trish picked up her bag and walked away to the other side of the restaurant heading towards the ladies toilets. Everyone looked at Chris who shrugged.
"What?"
Chris knew what they were looking at him for and sighed. Standing up he began to walk in the direction Trish had stormed off in. Chris eventually found her sat on a bench outside of the ladies room messing with her cell phone.
"I'm sorry I was a jerk." Chris sat down.
"Don't be because I'm not surprised. You are a jerk and so I'm not bothered you can say what you want." Trish didn't look up.
"Fine then I tried to apologise but your being a bitch as usual so goodbye." Chris turned.
"You started it." Trish yelled.
"Oh we're doing this now, why don't we just go get our parents to sort it out for us." Chris said sarcastically.
"Oh do me favour and shut up!" Trish yelled.
"Great comeback can I borrow it sometime?"
The two continued to argue until they were stopped by an elderly Chinese woman who had come walking up to them with something in her hand.
"Fortune cookie?"
Trish and Chris looked at her and then at each other.
"Don't mind if I do." Chris took the cookie from her.
The elderly lady then walked away smiling mischievously at the pair. Trish instantly snatched the cookie from Chris.
"She offered it to me."
"No she offered it to me." Chris grabbed Trish hand tightly.
"NO ME!" Trish yelled.
The pair then ended up struggling with each other trying to get the cookie. Trish had it held tightly in her hand and Chris was now holding tight on to Trish trying to get her hand open.
"Get off me you idiot." Trish yelled.
Suddenly they heard a loud cracking noise and stopped what they were doing. Looking at each with eyes wide open Trish opened her hand and tiny pieces of the cookie shell fell onto the ground along with the piece of paper with the fortune on it.
"Look what you did now." Chris said.
"You did it not me." Trish yelled.
Chris sighed and bent over to pick up the fortune, as he did Trish grabbed it too.
"It's mine remember." Trish said.
"No I remember the old lady giving it to me."
The pair the pulled at the tiny piece of paper tearing it in half.
"Good job Einstein look what you did now!" Chris yelled.
"Look shut up and read your half." Trish said annoyed.
"You read your." Chris said flatly.
"Look we'll take it in turns okay." Trish said having had enough.
"Fine." Chris shrugged.
Chris stood there looking at Trish waiting.
"Well go on then."
Trish rolled her eyes. "A journey soon begins its prize reflected in another's eyes."
Chris coughed loudly to clear his throat. "When what you see is what you lack then a selfless act will change you back."
"That's it?" Trish asked looking unimpressed.
"Yep."
Trish rolled her eyes again and screwed up the piece of paper and put it in Chris's shirt pocket as she walked past him.
"It's all yours."
Chris shrugged and stuck the other half in there too and then walked back to his table.
A/N: Hmm wonder what's going to happen now...like we don't already know:)