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Lita stepped out of the bathroom, still brushing her damp hair when she heard the knock at the door. She stared at it, wondering if she should even answer. What if it was Christian? He was just about the last person she wanted to see right now.
The knock sounded again, this time accompanied by a voice calling from the hallway.
"Lita? If you're in there, please let me in!"
It was Trish. Sighing, the redhead edged over to the door, unlocking it to let her friend in.
"Lita..." The little blonde grew sad at the look of her friend. The redhead looked so weary and tired, with dark circles under her eyes. And, if she didn't know better, she would swear it looked as though she'd been crying, too.
"Hi, Trish." The greeting had no gusto to it.
Trish's heart sank. She stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind her.
"I-I have to tell you something." She glanced around furtively, then met the redhead's eyes again. "Is Edge here?"
Lita shook her head.
"No. He was, but he left me alone this morning so I could shower and clean up... And how did you even know he was here?"
Trish bowed her head with shame.
"Lilian told me," she explained. "As it turns out, he called last night. He was concerned and was looking for you." She bit her lip softly, then continued. "But you obviously know that already."
The redhead nodded.
"So, you really were with Lilian."
"Yeah, I was."
Lita raised her gaze, finding it difficult as she recalled what had almost occurred the night before.
"Well, thank goodness for that," she said.
Trish blushed. It wasn't so much from embarrassment, though. She knew. Judging by what her friend had just said, she had to know.
"Lita, I'm so sorry... I should have told you."
The taller woman shook her head, waving her free hand as though to dismiss her.
"Are you mad at me?" the blonde asked, crestfallen at the thought. Tears began to well in her eyes.
Lita put her hairbrush down on the nearby nightstand.
"No," she said, "of course not." She moved forward to hug the shorter diva. "I'm not mad at you, Trish... I'm mad at another Canadian with blond hair... One that isn't even worth mentioning," she spat.
"Oh, Lita," the blonde said, inwardly cringing at the sound of that. She pulled away from her friend and met her hazel eyes. The redhead looked pissed... And rightfully so. "Lita... Edge got to you in time... Didn't he?" she asked tentatively, in a very small voice. She held her breath, hoping the answer would be the one she wanted to hear.
"Thankfully, yes. But if he'd arrived just a minute or two later..." She scowled and shook her head, fury coursin through her. She didn't know if she was actually more angry with Christian for playing her, or at herself for buying into his entire act. Regardless, it all made her feel very cheap and used... Like he'd eyed her and seen a whore. And oh, how she hated him for it!
A moment later, an idea popped into her head, and faced the blonde again.
"Have you had breakfast yet?"
Trish shook her head.
"No... I'm really not feeling much of an appetite this morning."
"Like hell," Lita swore. She put an arm around the smaller diva's slim shoulders, ushering her toward the door. "Those two pieces of crap are not worth it. C'mon, let's go down and get some breakfast. I have a little idea I wanna run by you."
Trish gazed up into the redhead's face. She wished she could feel just as angry as she now did, because maybe then she would actually feel better. But she hadn't moved past the heartbroken stage just yet, and it downright sucked.
"Okay."
"And we'll call Edge and Lilian to go meet us, too," Lita said as she grabbed her cell phone and flipped it open.