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"And so, now she's mad at me!" Trish exclaimed as she gestured wildly with both hands. Her pretty face wore a most displeased expression as she relayed the entire incident to Chris.
Jericho shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand.
"You never should've said anything."
"What? Oh, come on, Chris!" the little blonde cried, in shock that her boyfriend would say such a thing to her at such a time. "Amy is one of my best friends, and I'm not going to stand idly by and allow her to lose herself in a guy that's become nothing short of a prick!" She cast her brown eyes down for a beat, sorrow consuming her. "Or at least she *was* one of my best friends."
Jericho reached for her hand and gave it a tender, affectionate squeeze.
"She still is, babe. Come on, don't worry about all of this," he went on. "As I said before, Adam's just going through the honeymoon phase with her right now. Give it a month or two and it'll all blow over."
Trish pouted.
"I can't believe you still think that. Chris, haven't you noticed the way he's been treating Jay?"
"Well, yes, I suppose-"
"And he's been a downright asshole!" the diva cried. "To tell you the truth," she continued, crossing her arms under her breasts, "I don't even want to be his friend anymore. But then again, I don't think *he* considers *us* his friends anymore, anyway."
"What? Oh, come on, Trish... Stop it," Chris said in a gentle tone. He tried to pull his girlfriend against him, but she wouldn't have it. She was clearly annoyed - and Jericho was beginning to wonder why, even if she was pissed with Adam, it seemed she was mad at *him* as well. This was just not a good situation. And quite frankly, if his girlfriend was going to be angry at him because of Adam... Well, Chris was beginning to resent Adam for *that*.
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Lilian nervously chewed on a cuticle on her left thumb. She wasn't sure exactly what to do.
She and John were in the hallway, as she was preparing to go out there for the show to do her announcing duties. However, as they stood there conversing, she'd suddenly noticed the diva as she wended her way down the hall toward them - evidently heading for the women's locker room.
The blonde nudged her boyfriend, giving him a look.
"I'm going to tell her," she murmured.
Cena nodded, not at all surprised by her words of intent. Lord knew, the whole Adam and Dawn Marie thing had been eating his girlfriend up lately.
"Want me to leave you two alone?"
"No," Lilian said, "that won't be necessary."
As Amy neared them, she gestured to her.
"Hey, Lilian. Hi, John."
The little blonde couldn't even manage a smile as she greeted the redhead as well. She glanced around, from Cena to the area around them, and then back to Amy.
"Can I speak with you privately for a moment?"
One of the taller woman's brows arched at the request. This was the second time in less than an hour that someone had asked her that. However, she knew that, whatever Lilian had to say, it couldn't possibly be anything similar to what Trish had said. Deciding, she nodded.
"Okay."
Lilian eyed John for a beat, but the man didn't say a word. Then, as they started walking together, the blonde located a deserted room. She headed toward it, gesturing to Amy.
"What's wrong?" the redhead asked when they were inside with the door closed. The ring announcer seemed disturbed about something.
"Okay," Lilian began. "I'm not going to beat around the bush. I just think there's something you should know about your boyfriend..."
Amy's stomach lurched at the other woman's words. Great... So, she'd been wrong. Suddenly, she was again burning with anger toward Trish - what in hell had the blonde been telling everyone about Adam?! She frowned and crossed her arms, her patience already wearing thin.
"Really? Well, what is it?"
Lilian softened in spite of the obvious annoyance emanating off of the other woman. Suddenly, she felt horribly sad about being the one to do this - or that anyone should have to do it at all.
"Amy... Adam slept with Dawn Marie the other night. She saw him in the bar, upset, and... Well, they had sex, and he treated her like crap."
"*What*?!" Now, the redhead's stomach clenched up and churned. What the hell was going on around here lately? It seemed as though *everyone* were against Adam, against their newfound relationship. Before Lilian could even open her mouth again, Amy spoke. "That's impossible! He was with *me* last night!"
"You don't understand," the blonde said gently. "When you were with Jay - *that's* when it happened. Amy, Dawn told me all about it."
The redhead's blood was boiling at this point. Glaring directly down into the other woman's eyes, she spoke again, in a low, menacing tone.
"Well, it's a lie... I don't know why Dawn Marie would say such a thing, but it's a filthy fucking lie."
Lilian flinched ever so slightly. It was obvious Amy wasn't going to believe her. She quickly exchanged glances with John, who merely shook his head. Then, she turned back to the other woman.
"I'm sorry, Amy - but it's *true*."
"Oh, save your breath!" the redhead cried, putting one hand out. She'd had just about enough of this. "Leave me alone... Just *leave me the hell alone*!" With those final words, she raced out of the room.
Lilian and John exchanged sad glances.