A/N: Hello, again! I'm leaving to LA tomorrow and I promise you all an update so here it is! But don't worry, as soon as I return I'll update ASAP. Again, thanks for the reviews and enjoy the next chapter.

Chapter 14

"Trapped in a Small World"

"Where the hell did Trish go?" Amy exclaims as soon as she and Adam approached the empty table Trish was previously at. The redhead turns to John who looked as puzzled as she is.

"What's going on here?" Chris, Kurt, Rob, Torrie, Ashley, and Maria joined the group.

"John?" Amy waits for a response as all eyes turn to him.

"I don't know." He scratches the top of his head as the loud music continues to play in the background. "One minute she was at the table and as soon as I arrived here she was gone." John explains as he puts his cap back on.

"You know something, Torrie?" Randy asks, noticing the blank look on her face.

The blonde bit her lip. "Not exactly… it's just that on my way to the restroom I recognized someone."

"Who?"

"Well it was kind of dark and there were a lot of people so I didn't get a good look at him."

"Him?" The redhead shook her head. "But what about Trish?"

"I didn't see her. But I swear…he looked so familiar."

Amy deeply sighs. "I'm gonna go call her." She stepped aside from the group where she could find a quiet place. Adam was about to follow her but then was stopped by Randy.

"We should see if she's outside." Adam nodded his head in agreement as he follows Randy towards the exit of the club. As soon as they reached outside, Trish was nowhere in sight. "Damn it." Randy muttered under his breath as they scan their eyes in all directions. "Where could she be?"

"Hey," Amy suddenly stepped outside after making the phone call. "Trish is not picking up. I think we should head over to the hotel." Her expression is filled with worry as they nodded their heads in agreement and grabbed a taxi.

"Trish?" Amy, Adam, and Randy arrived back at the hotel where they were greeted by Victoria.

"Hey, guys. Back so soon?"

"Listen, Vic have you seen Trish?"

"No, I haven't. I just got back from the gym. Why?" She thought curiously, her voice hinting trouble. "Did something happen?"

"Trish just left the club and we have no idea where she went."

"She's probably in her room. Like I said, I just came back from the gym."

Amy nodded her head. "Thanks, Vic." She turns to Randy and her boyfriend. "Come on, guys."

As soon as they got out of the elevator on the sixth floor, Amy went ahead of Adam and Randy towards Trish's room. "Wait up, Ames."

Amy had already disappeared at the corner and started knocking on Trish's door once standing in front of it—every knock gets louder and harder. "Trish, are you there!"

"Quiet down, Amy there are people on this floor."

The redhead shot her boyfriend a sharp look. "Does it look like I even care?" Adam raises his hands up defensively, backing off from Amy and allowing Randy to send him a smirk his way. Amy groans as she continues knocking on the door abruptly. "Trish, are you there?" She places on hand on her waist as the other does the knocking. "Please answer me!" The redhead grew frustrated. "Trish?" She slightly turns the knob and to her surprise, the door clicked open. Amy exchange looks with Adam and Randy before opening the door and slowly stepping inside. "Trish? Are you in here?" Amy, Adam, and Randy walked further into the dim room, looking in all sorts of direction. "Trish?" All of a sudden they heard sniffling nearby, which immediately caught their attention.

"I'm over here." A feminine weak voice was heard as sobs echoed the room. Amy, Adam, and Randy turned their heads to find the Canadian native on the floor against a wall with her legs up on her chin.

"Trish…" Amy kneels down next to her. "What's wrong, sweetie?"

She tries to speak but struggles to do so as more tears came streaming down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry I left," Uncontrollably sobs continue to get the best of her as she fights through the tears, "I j-just couldn't stay."

Amy stares at her worriedly while stroking her long blonde hair. "What happened?"

There was a small pause. Trish opens her mouth to speak but no words came out as she tries to hold back without cracking. "I saw him…and I just had to leave."

"Saw who?"

"I mean I thought I was over it." Trish chokes through her tears. "B-but when I saw his face…" she pauses in mid-sentenced, sobbing uncontrollably and taking deep breaths to control herself, "I just had to get away."

Amy, Adam, and Randy exchange bewildered looks. "Honey, you're not making sense. Who are you talking about?"

Trish buries her face in hand. "J-Jeff," she mumbled unclearly as the others have troubles hearing her.

"Who?"

The blonde looks up at Amy, her dark eyes now swollen with tears. "Jeff Hardy!"

Momentarily, the others arrived back at the hotel all wondering with Trish's whereabouts. Dave, John, Chris, Kurt, Rob, Ashley, Torrie, and Maria stood on the foyer

"You okay man?" Dave noticed the down look on John's face as he covered his eyes with his ChainGang soldier cap. The champ slowly lifts his eyes.

"Yeah…I'm kind of worried about her."

"We all are, buddy."

John bit his lip as he removed the cap from off his head. "You think maybe she got away because she saw me approaching the table?"

"Hey, Trish ain't messed up like that." Dave informs him.

"You never know." The young RAW superstar murmured. "She's not exactly an angel."

Dave chuckled at the comment. "Well…I don't blame her for not being one. You see, John," the self-proclaimed animal places a hand on the champ's shoulder, "Trish is known for letting many people in her life easily. But people just leave…and she hates people leaving." John listens intently. "Trish always tells herself to never mix business with pleasure, but she end up falling in love with one of the superstars here in the WWE. They were inseparable. I swear…" Dave smiled at the thought, "everyone in the locker room thought they were gonna get married someday. Sure Trish dated other guys during her time, but her relationship with Jeff Hardy was something very rare. They were good for each other till of course he decided to leave the business and start a new career, which of course ended their 3 year relationship."

"What a fuckin', jackass." John thought, surprised that anyone would even have the audacity to leave an amazing person like Trish behind, let alone a relationship that could've been something great.

"If its space she wants, give her that space." Dave tells him, aware of how John felt towards the Canadian bombshell. "Because of her tough experiences Trish makes it harder for newcomers to enter her life. She fears that she'll grow too close and next thing you know they leave."

John nods his head considerately, "Thanks for telling me all this, man. Everything is starting to make sense now."

"No, problem. I thought the next person in Trish's life should know." Dave added a wink, allowing John to furrow his eyebrows.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Let's just say…you better not be thinking about leaving."

A smile crossed John's face. "Oh I don't plan to." He averts from his gaze with a thought in mind. "Wait a minute, so who was this guy that Trish fell in love with again?"

"Jeff Hardy."

"Jeff Hardy…" John whispers as he wrinkles his forehead, "he wrestles with TNA now right?"

"I think so."

"Is he the guy with the crazy rainbow hair?"

"Yup, that's him."

This made John arched a brow. "Hmm, that's kind of weird. I think I saw him around before."

"So what? The next time you see him you plan to kick his ass?" A smirk crept over Dave's face.

John looks down and chuckles. "After what he did to Trish…I'm thinking about it."

"Jeff Hardy?" Amy, Randy, and Adam exchange looks in disbelief. "Are you sure it's the Jeff Hardy that's brothers with Matt Hardy?"

Trish rolls her eyes. "Yes! Who else!"

"And you saw him at the club?"

"With my own eyes," Trish groans impatiently. "What? You guys don't believe me?" She was getting blank stares from her friends.

"No, we believe you. I'm just…shocked." Amy couldn't think of another word to describe how she felt. "It's been so long."

"I know!" Trish deeply sighs as she ran a hand through her hair. "It is a small world afterall…"

"So what happened?" Randy asks curiously.

"Well he approached my table and with just one good look at him I just had to leave."

"Did he go after you?"

Trish quickly wiped away her tears. "I don't know. I didn't even bother to look back…"

They frowned on her behalf. "It must've been really hard for you, Trish." Amy responds sincerely as she holds hands with her Canadian friend for comfort.

"Well…he did look damn good." Adam and Randy both smirked at her comment. "What the hell am I saying?" Trish groans out of frustration. "I just can't believe I saw him. I never thought I'd see him again after all this time…"

"Well let's hope you don't have to." Randy says all of a sudden, allowing Amy to steal a glance at his way. She is aware that Randy was never fond of the younger Hardy, not after what he has done to Trish.

"I'm sorry if I worried you, guys." She weakly chuckles.

"Don't worry about it, Trish." Adam gives her a reassuring smile, "Just as long as you're okay."

She scoffs, followed by a roll to the eyes, "Yeah right. After seeing him tonight I feel like shit." There was a small pause. "But anyway, I'm gonna head over to the gym and get my mind cleared out."

"Do you want us to go with you?"

"No, I actually want to be alone."

"Let me take you over there." Randy insisted as Amy peers at him from the corner of her eye. "Just so I know you get there safely. And in case Jeff shows up, I'll pound his ass."

A smile crept over Trish's face. "You're such a sweetheart, Randy. You don't always have to be overprotective with me yah know."

"I know," he genuinely smiles in return, "but I want to."

Later that same night, Trish continues to walk at a steady pace on the treadmill working on her ankle as she listened to music on an ipod. While bobbing her head to the music and keeping her focus on the monitor, the gym door suddenly opened. Trish's attention was then caught by the loud gym door closing shut which echoed the room as she removed her headphones and looks over her shoulder.

"Relax," John Cena drops his black duffel bag on the floor looking at the surprise expression on her face, "It's just me." Trish slightly nods her head, feeling rather relief to see the champ for it suddenly cleared her thoughts of Jeff. Silence fell upon them as Trish continued walking on the treadmill, slowly increasing the pace. "So…I heard what happened." John says to break the silence as he sat on a nearby bench. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." She says halfheartedly, grabbing a water bottle nearby as sweat came trickling down her forehead.

"Well I thought you could use a training buddy."

Trish reluctantly groans in response. "No offense, Cena but I rather be alone."

He felt rather hurt. "Tonight?"

"Yes, tonight."

"But it's midnight."

The Canadian blonde shot him a look, "So? It's not like I follow a certain curfew. I'm kind of old for that."

John playfully smirks at her sudden sarcasm. "You do realize today is Valentine's Day right?"

Trish makes a weird look, "Already? Ha, I didn't even notice. Not like I care anyway. Love really sucks; I don't understand why people even celebrate it." She replies out of bitterness.

"Valentine's Day doesn't necessarily have to be about love or relationships." John tells her. "I mean it could be a friendship thing."

"Whatever," Trish muttered, obviously not in the mood after what happened that night. "I still say it's a pointless occasion and I honestly don't give a damn."

John shrugged his shoulders. "I think you care, Trish." The blonde suddenly stopped the treadmill and stares directly at him. "You're obviously bitter about how things ended between you and Jeff. And I don't blame you." She looks down and sighs. "But that doesn't mean you have to push me away all the time. You gotta understand that I'm not like Jeff, Trish and I never will be. I may not know him personally, but I do know that if I ever had the chance to fill in his shoes, I would never leave you the way he did." Trish could all of a sudden feel her heart beat rapidly as John stood up and moves closer to her. "I'm here, Trish…" He weakly smiles, "And I'm not going anywhere." There was a small pause as the two were now lost in each other's gazes. Trish stood facing him with her lips slightly parted, unsure of what to expect from John for he was just full of surprises. Uncomfortable silence filled the air as they find themselves breaking their contact and looking away.

"Well," he groans with an uneasy chuckle, "since you're not saying anything…" A playful grin spread across his face, allowing Trish to wrinkle her forehead in bewilderment, "Look we're cool right? I like this thing that's going between us." The blonde all of a sudden could feel butterflies in her stomach. "I'm glad that we can actually be friends yah know…and like I said earlier, Valentine's Day could be a friendship thing." John pauses as he scratches the back of his neck apprehensively. 'Oh God,' she thought nervously, 'what the hell is he planning to do now?'

"This may sound really pathetic and cheesy and perhaps you'll hate me for asking this," John stammers nervously as he adjusted his cap to meet her eyes, "but heck I'm just gonna go for it." Trish drew in a few nervous gulps. She appeared more nervous about what he's about to ask more so than him asking it. She finds herself closing her eyes and taking a deep breath until he finally says the words, "will you go out with me on Valetine's Day?"

A/N: Preview for upcoming chapters: Will Trish agree to be John's Valentine? How would Randy feel about it? Plus, will Trish face another encounter with the one man that left her heartbroken? Stay tune for more...