Chapter Three: Caught Red-Handed

"How can men be so cruel?! Insensitive! Idiotic! And…and…hurtful!?"

Caria was ranting on in anger as she helped Jeff with his purple and blue hair into braids. Little did she know, she was pulling and tying a little too hard. The two of them were in the lounge. Jeff had a match next and Caria was preparing him all up.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow – um, husband in pain here." Jeff alerted her.

Caria looked down and gasped. She let go and put her hands gently on his head. "Oh, I'm sorry honey. I'm just so pissed off!"

"I can see that." Jeff blinked. "What's going on?"

Caria explained the whole event that happened in the previous night.

"…And she was crying so much! I had to do everything I could to help her. I mean, don't guys know how delicate we are?" Caria finished.

"God help me if I ever leave you." Jeff joked. "No but seriously, I understand. But may be Jamie has to face that Phil's with Candice. Harsh-sounding I know, but it's true. If only Phil felt the same way about her then it'd be different. Understand?"

Caria laughed softly. "Oh boy, yeah; and I get it. I just hate seeing her upset."

"Well, no one likes seeing their best friend upset babe. But anyways, show doesn't start for another three to four hours. You want to go to the carnival in town?" Jeff asked.

"Yeah I have to go; Pink Skull's going to be playing there." Caria said.

Pink Skull was the name of Jamie and Caria's band that they created. It was just a small project they had. Usually when gigs like carnivals or other stuff came up, they would play at wherever they could. Pink Skull wrote their own songs, but usually liked to play hits from other bands. Jamie was the lead singer, Caria was bassist, Dameon was the drums, Ashley Massaro was the lead guitarist, and Maria was the rhythm guitarist.

"Wow, you guys haven't played in months. This should be good to see." Jeff said.

"Yeah I know I've been dying to play. With all wrestling and everything, I'm so happy we got another gig." Caria said continuing braiding his hair. "Well, I think I got all of your braids done."

"Okay then." Jeff stood up and turned around. Caria did the same. He gave her a smooch on the lips. "I'll see you after this."

"'K, I love you."

"Love you too."

There at the carnival grounds, the band was setting up all the equipment to play the show. Jamie stepped off the stage and walked towards the bathrooms. Caria caught up with her and asked "Hey, you okay?"

Jamie smiled softly. "Yeah, I'm better since last night. Phil and I still haven't spoken though."

"Give it time, things will work over." Caria told her.

"Alright." Jamie said. "I'll be back in a couple minutes."

Stepping inside, she walked over and faced the mirrors and did a whole check over to see if her hair and make-up was all perfect. The blonde Canadian suddenly heard two voices whispering coming from one stall. She thought was it just her imagination, or was there two people having sex in the bathroom? The Toronto native scrunched her nose up at that thought. But she couldn't help but be curious. She bent down to see which stall had the people in it. Then when she figured it out, Jamie climbed into the one next to it. She put her feet firmly on the seat and peered over the wall.

Her eyes grew huge and her mouth dropped. Her predictions were half true. It wasn't two people having sex, but making out. She smirked when she found out just who both of them were….

Miss Candice Michelle… and John Morrison.

A/N: Yeah, short but more details will come in the next chapter! Please review!