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Edge's handsome face wore a scowl, his green eyes narrowing with suspicion as he leered at the diva standing in the doorway.
"Look, Edge..." Lita said, a feeling of resignation taking over her. "I don't want to argue with you. I don't want any trouble, I just..."
"Then what do you want?" the blond man barked. "Because Christian isn't here..."
"He...he's not?" the redhead said, crestfallen. Damn it, she'd been so prepared in what she was going to say, and in how she was going to say it... Christian not being here was definitely a damper on her speech.
"No...And when he left, he told me not to let anyone come in to start trouble..." the tall blond snapped. "And to me, that would include you...Lord knows you've been a thorn in my side, so why not my brother's?" Edge plundered on, despite the now pained expression in the redhead's eyes. "Hell, even the Hardyz got sick of you..."
Lita eyed the Canadian sadly for a beat until she suddenly burst into tears.
Edge was initially shocked when the diva started crying, as he hadn't expected that. Usually, when they bickered, the woman would call him a name like 'jerk' or 'ass,' and, more likely than not, she'd have a snazzy retort to any insult he might hurl her way. But never before had she broken down and cried over anything he'd said. And, to his vast surprise, he was actually feeling badly about having upset her to that extent.
"Hey..." he said softly, feeling awkward. "Hey, don't cry..." He put a hand on her shoulder, then, before he could think about what he was doing, ushered her into the locker room, shutting the door behind her. He led her to the small loveseat situated on one side of the room, instructing her to sit. She obliged, but she continued to cry for another moment or two, leaving him standing there and feeling even more awkward.
"Hey..." he said as he finally sat down beside her. "I'm...Well, I'm sorry for what I said...I guess I was a bit mean." He raked a hand through his long blond hair, not knowing what else to say. After all, the redhead was his brother's girlfriend, but he sure as hell didn't like her...
Lita stopped crying and raised her head a bit to look into the blond man's face with teary hazel eyes. And damn if those eyes didn't make Edge feel like total shit... She looked so sad...
"I know this is none of my business," the Canadian continued, "but are things okay? I mean, between you and Christian?" He was genuinely curious. Not that his younger brother had out and told him anything was wrong between them, but he'd eluded to the fact that there were now problems.
The redhead eyed him guardedly, and Edge swore he could see a veil suddenly come into her eyes.
"Why do you...ask?"
"No reason..." he said, putting up his hands as though to ward off any suspicions she might have. "I'm just curious, that's all..."
"Oh..." Lita bowed her head again, a pang of hurt coming over her once again. She just felt rotten. Sure, she and Christian had been fighting quite a bit lately, but she'd never expected him to become violent. And she couldn't tell Edge... First of all, the man despised her - she knew he did. And secondly, regardless of that, he probably still wouldn't believe her if she told him...
"Things are fine..." she finally said, and she raised her head to squarely meet his eyes. For good measure, she forced a smile for his benefit.
Edge gazed into her hazel eyes and nodded - but he wasn't the
least bit convinced. He thought her very transparent and knew
without a doubt that she was lying...