I hate the way Lance treats her. I hate it more than anything. I know it is an angle, but I still hate it.
She walks past me, tears in her eyes.
"Tylene? You ok?"
She looks at me with tears in her eyes.
"Iím fine.íí She tells me. I know she is lying.
I watch her go down the hall and sigh.
Nothing I can do or say. Not to her, not to anyone.
Her blond hair, those full lips. I close my eyes and think about Tylene I shake my head, trying to clear my mind, "This is insane" I tell myself. I canít do this, I must not do this.
Midajah and Steiner walk past me. I must have an odd look on my face becasue Steiner asks how I am. I tell him I am fine. Lying.
Oh god, if anyone finds how I really feel. I let out a short bitter chuckle. "That would really please the family wouldnít it?" I think to myself bitterly.
Iím fine. I tell myself.
I close my eyes and lean up against the wall. The show will be over. Then I will drive to the next town, the next city and forget everything, especially Tylene.
Chris walks up to me and hands me flowers and grins. Ashley and Shannon are with him. I give them a weak smile. Chris has no clue. No one does.
He gives me a long hard kiss. I kiss him back, all the while thinking of her. Lying to him.
I see her coming out of her locker room. She walks past us. She turns to us and smiles. My breath catches in my throat.
Chris has his arm around me. I try to look happy being with him. Lying.
She waves good-bye to us and leaves the arena. I wave good-bye to her, wishing I was leaving with her.