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Lita sat in the divas' locker room, adjusting her hair and makeup for the night's show.
Her mind was on the previous night. She seriously wondered what was happening... What *was* happening between herself and Edge?
The redhead felt a tiny twinge of guilt as she glanced across the room at Stacy Keibler. The tall, leggy blonde was seemingly clueless as she rummaged through her bag. The young woman was not a bad person, yet in Lita's mind, she didn't deserve Edge.
She shook her head, confused by her emotions. While she knew something potentially amazing was definitely developing between the blond man and herself, she didn't understand why she was allowing it to happen. Edge was involved with Stacy, and she was the young woman's friend. Stacy trusted her, and on top of that, the redhead was not the type of girl to go after another woman's boyfriend.
All things considered, why then was she pursuing Edge? Even though she was being mostly passive about it, in a nutshell, that was what she was doing. However, she also knew that if it were any other man, she would not even entertain the mere thought.
Lita was so intently watching Stacy that she was caught off-guard when someone suddenly tapped her on the shoulder. Whirling around, she came face-to-face with Trish Stratus.
"Hey, Red," the little blonde said, her voice loud enough for most of the other divas present to hear, "what is up with you?"
The redheaded diva glanced around nervously before meeting Trish's eyes squarely.
"What... what do you mean?"
"What do I mean? Lita, you've been acting so weird lately," the petite blonde pointed out. You seem so spaced out or something, I don't know."
The redhead blinked and merely stared at the other woman. She bit her lip, hoping none of the other divas were listening.
"That's not true," she finally protested, shaking her head.
"Yes, it is," Trish snapped, her patience wearing thin. "I've been trying to reach you for days, but you won't even answer my calls now - what's going on?"
"Nothing..."
The little blonde narrowed her brown eyes at the woman she'd long considered her best friend but lately felt was more and more becoming a stranger.
"You're lying - I *know* you, and I know you're lying. What's this *really* all about?"
Lita swallowed hard, the fact that her heart was now thudding very uncomfortably in her chest not lost on her. She only hoped she was no so tranparent right now that Trish would see right through her - yet *again*. She shook her head.
"Trish, I honestly don't know what you're talking about."
The blonde woman stared at her silently for a moment. Then, "I can't believe this," she muttered. "You *still* won't admit anything to me. That hurts, you know?" She studied the redhead for a beat. "Is this about a guy?"
Lita's breath was almost lost as she absorbed her friend's question. Oh, God... Trish *did* know her so very well. She hoped her reaction would not show, that the little blonde wouldn't put two and two together and come up with Edge as the answer.
Finally, she shook her head and spoke as calmly as she could manage.
"No..."
Trish's face remained in its frowning expression, but the redhead didn't falter. In a moment, the petite blonde diva ran a hand through her hair and sighed.
"Okay," she began, "I'm sorry... Anyway, I *did* want to talk to you about something. How about later, after the show?"
Lita nodded.
"Sure."
Thanks."
As Trish turned away to return to her belongings and prepare for her upcoming match, the redheaded diva couldn't help but turn back toward Stacy Keibler.
Her heart nearly skipped a beat as she caught the gaze of the leggy blonde. Stacy wore a look of concern on her face, and, apparently, she'd overheard the entire conversation.