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Adam hadn't had much luck in trying to talk to Amy that night. Hell, he wasn't even lucky enough to even see her whenever he came to the women's locker room. His attempts had either been thwarted by that little bitch Trish Stratus, or else the redhead hadn't even been present in the room.
Frustrated beyond belief, the tall blond man raised a fist, smashing it into a locker. How had things gotten so bad? Better yet, how had he allowed them to get to such a sorry state? He complete regretted that night and wished he could go back and erase it. If he had the chance to physically do so, he would not have slept with Dawn Marie.
He had to hold back a growl as he thought about it. As far as he was concerned, this entire sordid mess was all that slut's fault. If she hadn't come onto him that night... On top of that, he supposed it was also Jay's fault in some lesser way. Had his best friend not stolen Amy away from him that night, he never would have strayed in the first place.
Upon that thought, he decided to go and pay his fellow Canadian a little visit. Was it possible that Jay actually knew something he didn't but was concealing it from him? Something told him it was very possible.
The blond man sucked in a breath as he left his locker room. As he headed out into the hallway, he caught a glimpse of John Cena and Lilian Garcia standing close and talking. And as he walked and neared them, he saw a definite spark of contempt show in the ring announcer's eyes. He ignored her.
"Jay!" He pounded a fist on his best friend's locker room door, impatient. When there was no verbal response and the door wasn't immediately opened, he wondered if the other man had stepped out. Whatever the case, he knew he needed to speak to him. He could wait... Or he could search around the hallway, just as he'd done all night searching for the redhead.
He gave it another minute or so, then knocked again. And this time, he remained more calm and patient as he called his friend. Unfortunately, there was still no answer.
Adam tested the door handle, finding it unlocked. As he pushed the door open further than just a crack, he realized that his friend was indeed not even in the room. Where is he? he wondered. He eased the door shut again as he backed out into the hallway.
Catering... That was it - Jay had to be in catering. Abandoning the short-haired Canadian's locker room for the evening, he strode back down the hall toward the catering room. Sure enough, he spotted the back of his lifelong best friend's head. He was seated at one of the small dining tables set up in the room, apparently with someone. However, from this vantage point, he was unable to make out the person sitting across from him. As he stood just in the doorway of the room, he strained his ears to hear them talking, but the voices were so low that he was unable to place them.
"Jay!" Adam called as he decided to just go ahead and approach him. His eyes widened as he neared the table. "Amy!"
The redhead glared up at him, clearly unhappy to see him. She turned away in an instant, again facing the man sitting across from her as though to carry on with their conversation.
"Oh, it's nothing," she said. "So, you were saying?"
The tall blond man stood there, his gaze reflecting shock as he stared at the redhead. She was outright ignoring him! Why? What had he done to deserve this kind of cold treatment? Yeah, he'd screwed up, but that didn't mean she had to be so cruel about it!
"Jay?" he said, some uncertainty present in his tone.
Unlike Amy, the Canadian man didn't ignore him. He turned to face him and even spoke.
"Yeah, Adam?"
"I don't believe this! All this time, you knew where she was, didn't you?"
Jay stared at him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" the tall blond man asked, taken aback. "Oh... You know, don't you? You know what happened."
The shorter man turned to fully face him. It was then that Adam noticed the disdain on his face.
"Yeah, I do know. Way to go, you ass! You really blew it bigtime!"
Adam's face transformed into a frown. He was really beginning to get angry.
"Who the hell are you calling an 'ass?'"
"You, that's who!" Jay yelled. He stood up abruptly to face his onetime best friend, not at all threatened by his greater weight and much taller height. "You're pathetic!"
The tall blond man snarled, at the end of his rope by now. It was on the tip of his tongue to say, 'Fuck you,' but instead, he decided to let his fist do the talking. Pulling back an arm, he swung at Jay, connecting with his jaw, though not squarely. His knuckles just brushed the shorter man's face.
Amy stood back as she bolted up, her hands flying up to her mouth as she gasped. She knew the two would eventually come to blows - literally - but she hadn't expected it so soon. However, Jay quickly got the advantage as he decked Adam in the cheek, sending him sprawling.
"Our friendship?!" the short-haired blond man shouted. He didn't even realize a semi-medium audience had gathered. "It's through!" He started walking away as Adam stared up at him in shock from the floor, clutching his sore face. Amy chased after him.
"Jay? Jay, thank you," she said breathlessly. "Thank you for defending my honor like that." She gazed into his eyes with tenderness and admiration.
He shook his head.
"It was nothing," he said. "He had it coming for awhile now. He had no right to treat you like that."
Amy gazed at him in silence for another moment. Then, surprising him immensely, she stepped closer and placed her lips on his, kissing him. It was pretty short but sweet, and the redhead was smiling as she pulled back. Jay was momentarily speechless.
"Do you think we could... go out sometime?" she asked almost shyly.
The Canadian smiled. It looked like something good was coming out of this whole mess after all. He nodded.
"I'd love to," he said.
Amy beamed at him, and he put an arm around her as they stepped past wrestlers to leave the room.
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