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Adam opened his eyes at long last, squinting as light from the window filtered in at him. He recoiled somewhat, his eyes actually hurting. He raised a hand to shield them and rose from his hotel bed.
He hadn't gotten a wink of sleep the previous night. After Amy had gotten mad and stormed out on him, he'd been frantic. He'd torn through the hotel hallways in search of her, wanting to apologize and explain. But the redhead had stubbornly refused to meet him halfway and allow him that chance. She had hidden away somewhere unknown to him.
The tall blond man felt desolate as he walked over to the window. Parting the drapes just a notch, he glanced outside to the pavement below. The street was just about as empty as he was feeling inside. Somehow, things hadn't gone exactly as he'd expected, and it didn't feel good.
He'd been down a similar road in his life before... It wasn't the first time he'd hooked up with a woman he'd liked and had fucked things up. The first time that had happened was in college. Things had gotten serious pretty quickly, and then it all fell apart when he'd been caught with another girl. It had all been innocent enough, but she hadn't felt that way. Just like the present situation, Adam hadn't been allowed the chance to explain himself. Eventually, he'd merely given up and broken up with the young woman himself... He never saw her again.
He yawned, shaking his head as though to rid it of such bitter memories. He turned away from the window in favor of heading for the bathroom for a quick shower. It wasn't anything like his college days, not this time. Once he was cleaned up and 'prettied,' he would be all set to go looking for Amy again. She couldn't be far. He knew that if she actually gave him the chance to grace her with his presence, he could iron everything out between them. Hell, she was probably missing him like crazy right now, after spending the entire night away from him. He knew that was the way he was feeling.
Thirty minutes later, Adam was on his way downstairs to the hotel cafe alone. He spotted a few familiar faces inside and perked up when he spotted a particular pair who were seated at a small table, engaged in conversation. They were eating breakfast, but he knew they wouldn't have a problem with him interrupting for a short while.
Trish Stratus and Chris Jericho both looked up at the same time at the intruder. Chris' face wore a bit of a smirk while the blonde woman did nothing to conceal the disdain she felt toward him.
"What do you want, Adam?"
The tall blond man gave the woman a look. What in hell had gotten into her lately? He'd noticed that she had an attitude in recent weeks, but toward him? He'd done nothing to her, absolutely nothing.
"Have you two by any chance seen Amy? I'm looking for her," he said, making sure to keep his words vague. Why should they know what was going on between him and his girlfriend right now?
"Nope, can't say that we have," Jericho replied in an instant. Trish, on the other hand, waved a hand at her boyfriend, dismissing his comment, or rather, lie.
"Don't lie to him, Chris." The diva raised her brown eyes toward the tall blond man, again not bothering to mask any of her true emotions toward him. "Yes, as a matter of fact, we have," she spat. "And believe me when I say she wants nothing more to do with you."
Adam cocked his head to one side as his green eyes grew hard and cold. If the woman saw no reason to hide her true feelings, then why should he?
"And who in hell are you to say that to me? You little witch."
"Shut the hell up," Jericho muttered between clenched teeth as he stared up and directly in the other man's face. He'd balled his left hand into a fist. "Don't you ever talk to her like that again. I suggest you hit the bricks before we both regret it, Junior."
The tall blond man set his jaw in anger, unable to believe his ears. He was seething as he backed away and
left. He cast one more quick look over his shoulder at his supposed "friends" and moved on. He had better things
to do anyway, such as finding Amy. And if he had his way, he would fulfill that mental vow before the end of the
day.