Sometimes she goes just too far, Trish thought to herself looking at Candice and Lita messing about. Trish got up and walked over to which they were sitting.
"Excuse me Lita, can I talk to Candice?" Trish asked. Candice got up and walked away with Trish. "What is UP with you? You keep talking to that bitch!" Trish asked impatiently.
"Trish, I'm just trying to get..um..info! Just trying to get info!" Candice lied. Trish looked uncertain. "Well, don't go telling her too much" Trish said sitting down.
When Candice turned around towards Lita, she throwed her eyes up to heaven. Lita laughed. "Shes sooo annoying!" Candice exclaimed.
Torrie shot a look at them. "Hey!" Candice mouthed to her and waved. Torrie put on a false smile.
"Trish. What are they talking about?" Torrie asked Trish. "God knows!" Trish shrugged.
"Oh God. See her, thinking shes soo amazing. Cant wait for her retirement" Lita said. Candice knew she'd miss Trish but she went along with it anyway.
"Yeah.." she swallowed. Candice didn't know why she suddenly took sides with Lita. I mean, Trish was her best friend. Why was she doing this?
No one knew Candice like Trish. But she definetly didn't think she'd do something like this.
Candice glanced at her watch. The bus would be there soon. She got up and joined the other Divas. They stared at her. "Why were you talking to her?" Maria asked confused.
"You clearly havent been listening, I'm USING her!" Candice explained. Lying, of course. "Oh..sorry" Maria said icily.
Trish pulled a face. "You don't have to talk to her like that Candice, she is your friend" Trish said.
Typical Trish, always sticking up for people so they like her Candice thought.
"Fine" Candice said. Trish sighed and began chatting to Maria.
Candice was at home, drinking wine in her huge sitting room. She turned on the television. Seeing as it was Thursday, and they showed Raw then too, she switched it on.
She turned it on just as she was entering. "God, I'm gorgeous" Candice said to herself taking a sip of wine. Then she watched Litas entrance.
She watched how arrogant this woman she had just become friends with was. She sighed. Her phone rang.
"Hello" she answered. "Hey Candice, its Lita" Lita said on the other line.
"Oh hey" Candice was expecting Dave or someone. "So how we gonna do this?" Lita said, you could tell she was happy.
"Do what?" Candice asked. "Destroy Trish" Lita said a bit annoyed. "Oh, dunno. Lets wait until Monday, I'm tired" Candice lied. She didn't want to speak to Lita for some weird reason.
"Fine!" Lita sighed and hung up. Candice looked at the phone. "Geez, she must really hate Trish" Candice said to herself. "Or be jealous……….
"No! Its not our fault Trish annoys us! She thinks shes so great!" Candice thought. "What am I kidding, I'm jealous"
Candice decided to check her e-mail. She had millions of messages from fans. She decided to read ALL of them and write back. Which took about 3 hours.
It was 12.00am when Candice was done and she started at 10.00pm. Her hand was killing her from typing. She shook it out. It looked as if she was drying her hands.
She went upstairs into her bedroom, the house felt weird. Even though she had been on her own thousands of times, this time was different.
She felt lonely. Everyone around her had someone. Trish, Torrie, Melina everyone! She didn't want to be involved with anyone but Dave.
He clearly wasn't interested. Even if he broke up with Kate, he probably wouldn't take her back. So, why was she kiddin herself? She got up out of bed and went into her drawers.
She got the photos of her and Dave. There was one with her kissing him and laughing.
There was another with his arm around her. She began to cry. "I want you so much" she whispered staring at the photo. "But I cant have you"
She looked at the photos she had of her and Trish. There was one she liked a lot. John had his arm around Trish and Dave had his arm around her.
Trish was holding a cocktail and Candice was holding a martini. They looked like they were having a great time.
But now everything is different, shes a pathetic jealous woman without a boyfriend.
