A/N: Yeah, yeah.
"Did you send me flowers?"
Adam glanced over at me, one hand on the wheel. "What?"
I turned down the radio. "Did you send me flowers?"
"No." He looked behind him quickly and changed lanes. "Where's this fucking arena? Look at the directions. I think we're lost."
"Well, someone did. They didn't put their name on it, and I think—"
"Krista, I don't care! Tell me what goddamn street the arena is on!"
I frowned at him and opened the window, letting the directions in my hands get sucked out. The look of utter disbelief on Adam's face made it really hard not to laugh, so I turned to the wind and hid my smile.
"Are you fucking insane?" Adam tore onto the shoulder of the road, screeching the car to a halt. "Go get them!"
"How? Do you want me to get killed?"
"Right now, yes."
"Real nice, Adam."
"You're out of your fucking mind." He peeled out onto the highway again, turning the wheel one-handedly as he dialed his phone with the other, pressing it to his ear. He glared at me. "I'm dating a fucking psycho—Jay, it's Adam. Where's the arena?"
"I'm not fucking psycho—you are. I'm trying to tell you someone sent me flowers and you don't even—"
He held up his pointer finger while still clutching the wheel, making a disgruntled face. "Where is it?"
"I mean, you don't even—"
"Krista, shut the fuck up!"
I stared at him blankly.
"Yeah. Okay." He glanced up at a sign and turned on the directional quickly, cutting someone off to get to that particular exit. "All right, I see it. Thanks, Jay."
I kept my gaze on the passenger window as Adam pulled into the back lot of the arena, turned off the car. Well, he certainly needed directions to find that place. He didn't say anything, just sat there for a second or two.
"All right, I'm sorry."
I glanced at him and crossed my arms.
He sighed. "Krista, come on. You have to admit you were annoying."
"Annoying?" I scoffed and wrenched open the door, slamming it on his opening mouth.
He got out too. "Krista, come on!"
I could hear the fans barricaded by the security gate calling my name, but I was too pissed to acknowledge them. I'm sure they'd just get online when they got home and post on every wrestling board how big of a bitch I was in real life.
I didn't really care at that moment.
I went through the back exit and down the hallway set up for tonight, snubbing Brian, who was sitting on one of the technical boxes. I could hear Adam opening the door as I turned the corner.
"Ow!" Jeff turned around when I slammed into his back, his eyes darkening. "Watch where ya goin'."
"Suck a dick," I growled and tried to shoulder past him.
He held his arm out, leaning against the wall. "Wait. Stay for a second."
"Fuck off." I moved around him, but he went with me, putting his other arm out. I looked up into his face. "Leave me alone, asshole."
"No, I want to talk to ya."
"I want you to break your neck." I tried to push past him, but he caught me in his arms. He was stronger than I thought he was. "Let me go, you fucking rapist!"
"Just hold on," he grunted.
"What are you doing?" I struggled against him. "Let me go, Jeff!"
Adam came barreling around the corner and screeched to a halt when he saw Jeff practically molesting me. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped.
Jeff smiled crookedly. "How's it goin', Copeland?"
"What the fuck are you doing with my girlfriend?"
Jeff and I turned our heads away from Adam. Matt was standing there with Shane Helms, still in street clothes, eyes confused.
I closed my eyes tightly, hoping this would all just disappear.
Jeff smiled against my hair.
"Why did Adam Copeland call you his girlfriend?"
I stared at Matt. He'd dragged me into an empty conference room while everyone else went to get ready. Adam didn't question a thing as Matt looked like he was going to crumble, then explode, dragging me away. It was Jeff who watched us as he walked backwards toward the locker room, his smile almost smug.
I waved it off. "He was... It's an inside joke."
"A joke, huh?" His eyes were heavy. "It's pretty funny."
"He's not my boyfriend, Matt."
I swallowed hard, looking away. "You."
"Am I?" He cleared his throat. "They're taping ECW with Smackdown again. I came here tonight to surprise you."
I smiled weakly. "Surprise!"
His face stayed blank. "What's going on with you and Copeland?"
"Nothing. He's my friend—probably the best."
"Uh huh." He nodded. "Have you been traveling with him?"
"Matt, you know—"
"Have you started fuckin' him yet?"
I blinked. "What?"
"You and Adam. Started bangin' yet?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talkin' about you cheatin' on me!" He stood up and started pacing, his fists clenching at his sides. "Oh, my God. I can't believe this is happenin' again. Jesus fuckin' Christ."
"Matt it's not—"
"Bullshit!" He turned to me and grabbed my arm, hauling me to my feet. "How long have you been stringin' me along? Huh? A week? A month?"
"I'm not stringing you along!" I could feel the tears burning my eyes. I wasn't used to losing. "I'm not, Matt."
"You're lyin'!" His hand caught my throat to slam my back against the wall, eyes raging. "You're fuckin' lyin'."
"I'm not!" The tears slid down my cheeks. "I swear."
His eyes looked so hurt, so shaky as they searched my face. The tense muscles around his jaw and temples slowly melted, and he was finally staring at me with his teeth bared in a sad frown. "You fuckin' promise?"
"I do." I sniffled dramatically, running my fingers under my eyes. "I love you."
Matt grimaced and let go of my neck to rub his thumb against my wet cheek. "Aw, sugar, don't cry."
"I can't believe you don't trust me."
"I do trust you," he whispered. "I just don't trust Adam."
I pulled him against me tightly, burying my face in his shoulder. "You have no right not to trust him."
"Are you kiddin' me?"
"With me, at least."
Matt gripped at the fabric of my shirt. "I don't care about Adam. I care about you."
I resisted rolling my eyes as I held him tighter.
"I love you, baby," he whispered, pressing his face to my neck.
I looked past his shoulder. I didn't even jump when I saw Jeff standing in the doorway, eyes on fire. His intense gaze didn't stop me from strengthening my hold on Matt. "I love you, too."