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Amy cried the whole way back to the hotel, she just couldn't believe the nerve he had...how dare he tell her it was all a mistake when he had probably just finished having sex with Trish before she ran into him. It was like he didn't care that he was lying, he wanted to be the good guy in the situation when he was just as big of an ass hole as the guy driving the car right now...probably worse, because he felt the need to lie about it. At least when Jay broke her heart he didn't try and cover it up, he flaunted Trish in her face. It probably hurt less then this in the long run, because he didn't pretend to care about her while fucking someone else. What did Trish have that she didn't? Why did she always have what she wanted.

It wasn't long until they were back at the hotel and her and Jay were making their way inside the elevator. He followed her all the way up to her room, and when she stopped in front of the door she turned and put on a smile, "Thanks for bringing me back." She said softly.

He smiled and shoved his hands in his pockets, "I like getting the chance to take care of you, I need to make up for what I did."

She still wasn't so sure that she should let him try, but she was protecting herself...he couldn't hurt her again if she didn't let him. "Well I'll talk to you later." Amy told him ignoring his comment and turning to swipe her key card.

Jay leaned up against the door frame, "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

Red hair flung around and the saucy Sanford native shot him a dirty look, "Excuse me?"

He flailed his hands around defensively, "No, no, no, not like that, nothing like that..." He rambled, "I just thought maybe you wouldn't want to be alone and since everyone else is at the show I thought maybe we could just share some friendly conversation, maybe a cup of coffee."

"I dunno..." She said hesitantly, the door clicking open.

The Canadian man walked passed her to head inside, "...if that's such a good idea." She finished, closing the door behind her as he shed his coat and flung it over the nearest chair.

"Come on, I haven't given you reason to trust me...but you can surely trust yourself. We're just too old friends hanging out."

A sigh escaped her lips, "Ok I guess it can't hurt anybody to just relax and watch Raw here."

"Exactly."

Being alone with Jay after all this time had passed made her uneasy. Months ago this was what she wanted, a chance to be alone with him to prove beyond the shadow of a doubt that she was the one he needed. But now, sitting there, watching him flip channels...all she could think about was Chris. If she was a vindictive woman she would have pushed Jay back on the bed right now and rove him straight into bliss to spit the other man. After all Chris didn't seem to be wasting one second of his new-found time with Trish. Yet she didn't want to do that, she just didn't want him anymore...once you've experienced something that felt like pure magic, anything else seems meaningless and pitiful.

Like promised Jay boiled a pot of coffee, and they sat and sipped, watching that evenings raw. Trish beat Victoria in the opening match and later Chris got beaten by Edge...it made her cringe watching them...knowing that they would be going home together.

"You ok?" The blonde man asked, slipping an arm around her shoulder.

She looked away, she didn't want him to see her vulnerable, that gave him power that she didn't want him to have, "I'm fine."

"Don't lie Ames, it's ok to hurt."

"I'm fine," She repeated, fresh tears stinging her eyes.

Jay turned her face towards him and thumbed the loose tears as they fell down her cheeks, "You're not." He whispered, placing his hands down on the bed on either side of her. Leaning in slowly he placed his lips on hers, prodding her mouth for access. The Canadian tried to ease her back onto the mattress, but she wasn't having any of it and shoved him back.

"What the hell are you doing?" She spat, rubbing her mouth.

He looked up at her from his new-found spot on the floor, "Consoling you..." He explained.

She got up quickly and folded her arms over her chest in anger,"With your tongue?" She asked, tapping her foot rapidly in her agitation.

Rubbing the back of his neck Jay stood up, "I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking...we were just getting along so great and you we so sad, so beautiful..."

Amy put out her hands to stop him from coming any closer, and from finishing that sentence,"Enough," She said shaking her head, "I don't know what to think right now, so I think it's better if you just leave..."

"But..." He interjected, trying once again to inch towards her.

She cut him off, "Just get out Jay."

Obviously realising how mad she actually was he listened, and Amy sighed in relief when she heard the door click shut.

The red head flopped back onto the bed, that man had some nerve. She glance up to see that Raw was long since over and she flipped off the set to roll over to sleep. It didn't seem to matter to her that she was still wearing her clothes, she wanted the day to be over so badly that she didn't want to waste time changing...she just wanted sleep to come already.

Just as her eyes grew heavy there was a loud knock on the door that turned quickly into persistent banging... if it was Jay she was going to wring his little neck. She raced from bed to answer it, "What?" She yelled loudly, suddenly noticing that she was face to face with Chris.

He looked her up and down, her shirt was wrinkled and her hair was tussled, "Where is he?" He yelled, moving past her to head inside, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of Jay Reso, "I'll kill him."

"Get out of my room Chris, I thought it would be clear to you that I don't want to see you anymore."

The Winnipeg native moved closer to her, "I told you that its all a big mistake, and we will talk about all that as soon as I strangle every last breath from Jay's body."

She rolled her eyes, "He's not here."

"Bullshit," Chris barked, "Don't cover for that little weasel..."

"I'm telling you Chris..he isn't here."

His eyes landed on the man's coat resting on the near by chair, he grabbed it up and waved it in her face, "Oh yeah then what the hell is this?"

Amy snatched it from his hands and shook it back in his face, "It's a coat moron...and before you ask yes it is Jay's. But read my lips...He's...not...here." She said slowly, "He left it behind on his way out, and I'm going to tell you the same fucking thing I told him...Just get out."

He pleaded with his eyes but she wasn't having it.

"Now Chris."

"But you haven't let me explain...."

Yet again she was crying, it was something she seemed to be doing a lot these days, "Explain what Chris? That every time I see you it hurts...that I haven't been able to stop crying for days now...do you live to cause me pain?"

His head fell as he walked out of the door, how was he going to prove to her that Jay and Trish were trying to break them up for good? Better yet how could he explain that they were winning?