Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Trish Stratus was breathing in and out. It was Monday Night Raw. A night that couldn't of come any sooner. A night she wasn't looking forward to. It was time to face up to her past. To face up to Jeff Hardy. A knock on her door snapped her out of thought. That meant it was time to go. Although, she had a little voice in the back of her head telling her to just run. Run as far as she could and leave Jeff be. But she couldn't. It was now or never. She took one last look in the mirror, before heading to the door. She was greeted by Randy Orton, and the two took off on their journey to the arena.

Meanwhile, Jeff and Lita where all ready there. Lita lyng on the couch in Jeff's private dressing room, while he was slumped on the armchair. Both superstars in their own thoughts, thinking of the challenge awaiting them for that night. They where set to face Beth Phoenix and Kane in a tag match. Little did they know what else awaited them. What else awaited Jeff.

"Well this sucks!" the red haired diva said as she threw her hands into the air.

"C'mon Li, don't be like that. You know we can beat Kane and Beth."

"I know, but it's intergender. Which means I could come face to face with Kane in the ring, and well I don't really want to. And besides, I know we can kick their asses it's just, they're bigger than us, and heavier. So it'll take longer to put them away. It'll take more out of us."

"Don't even worry bout it anymore red, we'll think about it when it comes to it."

"Yeah, we just need to take our minds off it…….so, did you have fun the other night?"

"Actually, I did. It was good to get out for a while, take my mind off everything that has happened."

"And I'd say you didn't mind having Maria, Ashley, Michelle, Cherry….."

"Ok Li, I get the point! It was fun having all the divas drool and fuss over me. I felt sexy!"

Lita let out a slight giggle at the remark from her friend, shaking her head at him. "Oh yes Jeff, you where very sexy!"

"Why thank you red, you where too." he replied, sending a wink to his friend, blocking his face when she threw a cushion in his direction.

Trish and Randy watched the monitor in front of them. After being totally dominated for the whole match, Lita and Jeff had somehow picked up the win, and where making their way backstage. She began hyperventilating, while Randy tried to keep her calm.

"I can't do this. No way, I can't. it's too hard."

"Trish, you listen to me. You can do this, and you will do this! Just suck it up! You're Trish Stratus for crying out loud!"

"You're right! I'm a seven time champ! Multiple time babe of the year! Diva of the decade!……….."

"You're also a no good BITCH!" Trish soon found her confidence draining as she heard an all to familiar voice. Lita's. She turned to come face to face with the Queen of Extreme. Although she soon took notice of Jeff retreating down the hall at the very sight of her. Randy quickly followed the high flyer, leaving the two diva's together.

"Lita. Just listen……."

"No, you listen! You think you can just walk back here like everything's fine and dandy! Well it's not. I was the one left to repair all the damage you caused Jeff. Me. All the night's when he'd just brake down in tears. And you know as well as I do, Jeff is hard to upset. But you managed to do just that. And now, when Jeff finally say 'I'm going to move on' you show up. Do you like hurting him?"

Trish remained speechless to what Lita had said. She had really hurt Jeff. You're right Li, I am a bitch! she thought to herself, before grabbing the red head's arm as she turned to leave.

"Li…..please. Listen to me. I made a mistake. I couldn't bare to face Jeff after what I done." the blonde diva stammered out, tears now rolling freely down her bronzed face, as Lita felt her heart brake looking at the sight in front of her. The Canadian was now officially bawling, and Lita couldn't help but feel sorry for her. After all, Trish used to be her friend before all this happened.

"Alright, please stop crying Trish, please. I'll listen to you ok. Just tell me what you're talking about. What did you do to Jeff?"

"I…I…I cheated on him. I…I couldn't bare to face him after that. I got scared, and I ran….." the diva said, finally getting her stammering under control. She watched as Lita took in the news, digesting it, before she finally spoke up.

"But when? And with who?"

"My hen night. I was totally wasted, and well when I was coming back to the hotel I ran into him. He was drunk too, not as bad as me but still. We got talking, we had a few drinks, and I woke up the next morning beside him. I felt sick. I just couldn't face Jeff. It would've killed me. And if I would of told him, he would've cancelled the wedding anyway. So, I ran."

"Ok, I can understand why you did what you did. And I'm not going to judge you, coz Lord only knows I'm no saint. But you never answered my second question. Who was it?"

Trish remained quite, considering whether or not she should tell the diva. And when she didn't answer, Lita began roll calling.

"Randy? Carlito? Jericho? Punk?……….." the diva answered no to all the names the diva called until Lita finally said his name.

"Cena?" when Trish remained silent, a look of shock crossed the red head's face.

"All this time John's been hanging out with Jeff, calling you all sorts of names for what you did, and he's the reason you did what you did. That no good son of a bitch. Oh he's dead."

"Li, please don't say anything to him, please?"

"No trish, I have to. You've got nothing but slack while he pretends to be Mr nice guy. I don't think so."

Trish flashed the red head a look of concern once she noticed a certain spark in her eyes. A spark of hatred. John Cena was not a safe man. He better hope he doesn't run into the diva, as there's hell to pay.

A/N: Well that was chapter two! Hope you enjoyed it! Please review! Give me your thoughts! Next chapter will focus on Jeff and Randy for a bit. As well as other things! :P stay tuned! Things will start heating up! :P