It had been weeks since he had figured it out, but he hadn't said a word of it to Chavo, but he couldn't stand it anymore.
"Chavo, do you like Lita?"
"Yeah, she's cool."
"Chavo, Chavo.. I mean, like like." Chavo was instantly confused, but realized what Eddie was asking. He couldn't tell him the truth. Eddie had a pretty big mouth, after all.
"No, Eddie, I don't like her like that."
"Oh really, Chavito? I see the way you look at her, you want her, holmes! Just fess up."
"Eddie, seriously, I don't like her like that."
"Chavito, chill out holmes! I like girls too! I like Chyna, oh, I like Chyna a lot.. My mamasita!"
"Eddie, you don't understand."
"What don't I understand, Salv?" Now Eddie was using his actual name, which was Salvador Guerrero IV.
"Eddie, I'm just worried about her." Oh, no, he was going to give himself away any second.
"What'chu worried about, man?"
"I told her something one night when I was really drunk, okay?"
"What'd you tell her, holmes?" Eddie seemed like he thought he ought to know everything that happens backstage.
"Just.. Don't tell anyone, Eddie.."
"I won't, tell me!"
"I admitted to her that I like Trish Stratus."