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Jay glanced at the text message he'd just received on his cell phone. Predictably, it was from Stacy. He sighed as he clicked the text closed, then flipped his phone to a close as well.
Amy and Adam exchanged knowing glances. It really sucked that their friend was ditching them. And it was worst for Jay, who'd had a huge crush on the blonde for so long.
"Damn... She's not coming. Says she's already got plans."
Amy seethed on the inside at this revelation. She didn't doubt for one second that these 'plans' had everything to do with a certain jackass named Shane McMahon. She simply didn't get it... What did Stacy find that was so 'special' about the guy?
"That sucks, Jay," Adam said. He took another quick glance at Amy, relieved that she was there. He supposed that, very easily, she too could have been swayed and distracted by another guy, or guys. After all, she was drop-dead gorgeous and could have her pick of any number of them. It seemed just his luck that she'd chosen him.
"Yeah, sorry, Jay." Amy glanced away from the hurt blond young man and winced for him. It was her contention that he needed to physically approach Stacy and tell her about his feelings. She sensed that if that were to happen, things would be vastly different, and that her friend would not be spending all this time with Shane.
She also wondered, not for the first time, if she should tell Jay and Adam about that bet. Initially, she hadn't wanted to do that. She'd felt horrified and ashamed, and she honestly had no idea what they would do if she told them. On the other hand, with Stacy sucked into a world of lies and deceit with that prick, it seemed like a good idea to tell... or, at least to tell Jay. Now that she and Adam were dating, she wasn't sure she wanted him to know just yet. She had a worrying scenario in mind - that he would confront Paul Levesque if she told him the truth. Paul was a lot bigger and stronger, and she was sure it wouldn't be pretty if they fought.
But if she told Jay what kind of trouble - or potential trouble - Stacy was in, she knew he would talk to her. If the leggy blonde listened to any of her friends, it would be him.
An idea began to take shape in the redhead's mind as she continued to consider all of that. She glanced down at the empty tray set before her and cleared her throat.
"Adam... Would you get me another Sprite?" she asked, trying to make her voice as sweet as possible. "And a small plate of fries?"
The blond smiled at her easily and released her hand, which he'd been holding. He rose instantly and took the tray.
"Sure thing." He glanced at his best friend. "Want anything, Jay?"
The young man shook his head.
"Nah, I'm good. But thanks anyway."
Adam walked away to the counter, leaving his girlfriend and best friend alone.
"I'm glad he's gone," Amy said in a loud whisper. "I wanted to talk to you alone."
Jay cast her a questioning look.
"It's about Stacy."
He perked up slightly and shrugged.
"What is it?"
As quickly and thoroughly as she could, the redhead explained about the bet, and the current situation. She made sure to take a look over her shoulder to ensure that Adam was busy by the cafeteria's counter. She could clearly detect the fury building in her friend's blue eyes.
"You have to promise you won't say a word of this to Adam."
Jay stared at Amy in shock.
"Are you kidding? He and I should kick those bastards' asses together!"
"Shh!" Amy glanced over at her boyfriend again. Fortunately, he wasn't even looking their way. "Look, I'll tell him in due time. But I thought you should know. Stacy is stubborn... She won't listen to me. But maybe she'll listen to you."
"And why would she do that?" the young blond man asked.
"Because she likes you." She stared at him for a beat as he seemed to be mulling it over. "Please, Jay."
Another furtive look toward the counter told the young woman that Adam was paying for the fries and drink. He would be back in a minute or less.
Her friend seated across from her nodded.
"Okay," he said. "I'll talk to her."