Addicted
Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE superstars or Beth. Not that I want her.
Note: Most of this story is told in flashbacks. You have been warned.
I've been working on this story for a while and I finally decided to share it.
Chapter 1: The Friends
::Flashback::
"Haha, look at the loser. Reading those stupid wicca books." I looked to my left and scowled at the idiot. He had short stubby red hair and a lip ring. He wore big headphones around his neck and his baggy Tripp pants drug the floor.
"She probably thinks she's a witch Ted!" The other boy laughed. This one wasn't as bad looking. He had short dark brown hair and a tone skin complexion. He wore a tight shirt that fit well over his muscles and jeans that hugged his hips. That was a bit distasteful. I rolled my eyes at them and turned back to my books.
"Uh-oh I think she's getting mad, she's probably gonna cast a spell on us or throw some magical potion at us Dan." Ted laughed.
"Chill out guys. You're making yourself look like idiots." A sweet southern accent sounded. I felt myself melting on the inside at hearing this voice. That sweet, enjoyable, and pleasant voice.
"Aw c'mon Jeff, we're just having fun. She does this everyday. It's weird." Ted whined.
"No." I said finally speaking. "What's weird is that you two constantly make fun of me for being curious about magic and stuff when you constantly get off on your stupid little anime girls cause no realistic girl will sleep with you and you come here everyday to laugh at me, but when the ginger turns his head your the first one trying to get in my pants." I spat at the two of them. "Get bent." I finished. The two newly pissed off boys muttered incoherent swear words and sulked off.
"Wow." The voice came again. "Nice job. You really know how to handle yourself." I turned to look at the majestic boy that was left in my presence.
"Thank you." I said lowly.
"I'm sorry about my friends. They can be total assholes." He said as he sat down with me at the round table.
"It's okay." I said not daring to look up from the books.
"You're really into that stuff huh?" He asked.
"Yea." I said.
"Cool...so am I." I looked up slowly and narrowed my eyes at him.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yea. I like the warlocks and vampires. Bad asses." He smiled. I couldn't help, but smile back at him.
"Well, they aren't particularly my favorites. I like the witches." I said. "I'm Addison Gregor. Nice to meet you." I said extending my hand. He took it without hesitation and we shook.
"Jeff Hardy. If you ever need someone to talk to, lemme know."
::End of Flashback::
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
The alarm clock's constant buzzing pulled me from my dreams. I slammed my hand down on the clock and switched it off before rubbing my eyes and sighing placing my chin on my pillow. I stared at the headboard tiredly and smiled to myself. One more day and then tomorrow I'm gone. Gone to spend spring break with my best friend. Jeff Hardy. I often dreamed a lot about the first time we met each other. It had been the beginning of the greatest friendship of my life. That was five years ago though and after this Spring Break it'd be six years. Now I'm nineteen years old and a freshman in the Arts Institute of California.
I rolled over and stretched my bones before dragging myself completely out of bed and making my way over to the bathroom. A shower usually woke most people up, but not me. It made me bored and more sleepy. I walked back into the room after drying off began dressing. I pulled on my tan Tame Love Dress and my Two-tone Bow Ballet Flats. I blew dry my long blonde hair and put it up in a perfect bun on the top of my head. I didn't worry much about make up for now. I grabbed my bag and checked my cell phone as I pulled the door shut to my room.
:Hey Addy! Can't wait til tomorrow. I miss you-Jeff.: I smiled at his message and quickly responded.
:Wonk!-Addy: He knew that I was infamous for sending these text messages that made no sense. They irritated him and that was the main reason I sent them. I dropped the phone in my bag and focused on where I was going. I decided it'd be in my best interest to grab a cup of coffee off the campus Starbucks Kiosk before going to class.
"Hey there pretty lady. What can I get ya today?" The kiosk man asked. He was always here when I came for coffee. He always flirted with me when I came for coffee. He was genuinely a nice guy though. He had shaggy black hair and wore glasses. He had a pretty smile and he didn't have too bad of a physique.
"Hi Billy." I smiled. "The usual." I said.
"I know. I already have it made for ya. Warmed, creamed, and all yours." He said handing me the cup.
"Thanks Billy. You keep this up and I might just make you my personal tender." He said.
"Well I would just love that." He smiled.
"Kay well I have to go now. See-ya Billy." I said.
"Oh wait!" He called. I stopped and waited. "I was just wondering, what are you doing for Spring Break?" He asked.
"Sorry, I'm hanging out with an old friend all week." I apologized. I felt of twinge of guilt tug at me when the sad looked crossed his face.
"It's cool. Who ya going away with?" He asked.
"Jeff Hardy." I smiled.
"No way." He laughed. "You and Jeff Hardy don't know each other."
"Yes we do." I refuted.
"Sure Addison. You might be a fancy model now, but you're not up there yet girly." He joked.
"Watch Monday night Raw and you'll see." I said. He nodded an okay and we finally parted ways. Great. Now I just had to find a way to throw myself in the camera.
…...
"Addison love!" My professor called. I waved at him as he made his way over to me. This was my fashion design professor.
"Hello Riley." I said. He liked for us to be informal with him. He said it added a sense of comfort. I had to admit, it was more comforting and all to think of him as more of a friend then a strict professor and boss. I worked for Riley's modeling company. I was one of his star models. So he and I had a relatively close relationship. He was like a father and I was his diamond daughter as he said.
"Sweetheart, I got the magazine done and let's just say, you did a fantastic job." He complimented.
"Really? That's great Riley!" I cheered. He handed me the book and I flipped through it looking at all my beautiful designs laid out for show. I was very good with a sewing machine. I was so good at stitching fabrics together and creating new trends that Riley had come up with the idea to host some of my 'merchandise' in a magazine. It was full of apparel that I had modeled and didn't necessarily need or somethings that I had just made solely for that magazine. Riley called it 'Addison Original'. It was simple and tasteful.
"Wow Riley, this stuff is selling for some major prices." I said.
"And people are offering lots more for you to put more on the market." He smiled. "I'm proud of you Addison. Not many of my students/models can make something this great out of themselves in such a short time. A freshman in college and you've done so well. Amazing." He gawked.
"Thank you Riley, really. I feel like I've done a wonderful job." I said.
"So where are you spending your spring break?" He asked me next.
"I'm spending it on the road with an old friend." She said.
"Ouhh. Perhaps this friend is an old flame?" Riley winked.
"No of course not. He's really just an old friend." I laughed.
"Name, age, state of residence, and occupation." He demanded.
"19, Cameron, North Carolina...professional wrestler Jeff Hardy." I said quieting down at the last part.
"Really?" Riley peeked up.
"Before you accuse me of high life fantasizing, I just want you to know that I'm serious. We met back in high school and we've been friends ever since." I clarified.
"I'm not going to say that. I wasn't even thinking that. I'm just shocked that you've never told me this before." He smiled.
"That all?" I asked.
"Yes. Have fun sweetheart." He said hugging me.
…...
I was sitting down in pizza hut on my laptop writing up my story for my creative writing class. It was due in two days and I was struggling for inspiration. All I had was my name and an empty title space. This shouldn't have been so hard. It should've been easy considering writing came naturally to me. I was majoring in Creative Writing and Photography. I loved those subjects. They set me free and seemed to make life easier.
"Hey Addison. What'cha doing?" Lucy asked. Lucy was a friend from my fashion class and my photography class. She was a pretty little red head. She had freckles all across her face and she was pale with rosy pink lips. She had brown eyes that never saw a dull day and she was always so full of excitement.
"Not much Lucy, just trying to write this stupid story." I sighed.
"What's it about?" She asked biting into a slice of cheese pizza.
"I don't know yet. I have noting. Nothing at all." I closed the laptop and pushed it to the side. I wailed in misery and dropped my head on the table. Lucy stared at me while taking another big bite out of her pizza.
"Whens it due?" She asked in between chews.
"Two days." I said sitting up.
"Ouh, good luck!" She said swallowing.
"Thanks. Look, I'm going to be late if I don't get going. I'll talk to you later Lucy. Have a great spring break!"
…...
I stood out on a grassy plain with my classmates. We were to take photos of the scenery around. Ms. Levine wanted us to capture it coming to life before our eyes. She wanted us to take pictures of the very soul of the landscape. So I set off on my own and began taking pictures of the picturesque features that the scene had to offer. I mostly got the little things. The trees, the insects. I made the horrid things of nature beautiful in their little habitats.
"She's so strange." Someone whispered. I knew exactly who it was. It was Sarah McDonald. She and I went to high school together. She loved Jeff dearly, and she already didn't like me, but when Jeff and I became friends she hated me even more. I apparently took up all of his time and didn't share him with anybody. Jeff and I hung out a lot, but even I knew when I needed my space and so did he. She'd made it to the Art Institute for photography. Surprising. I personally think she followed me here to torture me and make my life a living hell.
"Yea, she thinks she's better than everybody, but she's not. She's just a loser." Another girl whispered. I just guessed that it was Lydia. She was Sarah's puppet after all. I looked over my shoulder frowning at them.
"We went to school together ya know." Sarah continued staring me in my eyes. She didn't care if I heard. "She was such a whore. I knew this one guy. They hung out all they time. She was his personal play toy." I rolled my eyes. She was talking about Jeff and I again. She always had so much to say, but she never said his name. Probably because wouldn't believe her.
"Such a slut." Lydia sneered. I stood from my spot and turned to face them.
"Gee Sarah, for you to hate me so much it seems as though all you ever want to do is talk about." I said.
"Hmph. Not talking, just informing." She scoffed.
"Whatever. Just keep my name and anything you have to say about me out of your mouth." I muttered.
"Get lost freak." Lydia snapped.
"Get off your leash dog." I bit back.
"How dare you!" Lydia gasped.
"Lydia, Sarah!" Ms. Levine called. Our heads turned to look at her. "Leave Ms. Gregor alone. I'm tired of you two focusing more on your classmates then your work!" The two snobs snorted and walked away to get back to their work. Ms. Levine approached me and smiled softly.
"Addison, don't let those girls get to you. They're just jealous. That's all." She whispered. I smiled back and nodded.
"Thank you." I whispered back.
…...
After while it was time to turn in to my dorm. I was standing on the floor staring down at the suitcase and all the clothes that were strewn on the floor. I didn't know what to wear and I didn't know how many outfits I should pack. So I decided to pack just about everything. Three suitcases full. Perfect. I yawned tying my hair up in a ponytail and I plopped myself down on the mattress. I pulled the covers up over me and checked my phone one last time that night.
:You and your stupid words. I'll be at the airport to pick you up tomorrow morning darling. I love you, sleep tight.-Jeff:
:Goodnight. I love you too Jeffrey.: I replied. I laid the phone down and rolled over on my stomach. I shut my eyes and drifted off to sleep. To my happy little world.
::Flashback::
"So, how old are you?" He asked me.
"14." I answered. He nodded his head slightly. "What does your dad do again?" I asked.
"He's a major music mogul." He said.
"And your mom?"
"She's the head doctor at the hospital." He answered.
"Cool. So you were born with money huh?" I asked slowly laying down.
"Yup." He smirked. He licked his lips and then laid down as well. "What do your parents do?" He asked.
"My mom..she works at a big building office. She's the executive director there. My dad isn't around. He left me and my sister after she turned two." I explained.
"Why?" He asked. I shrugged.
"He just told my mom he was fed up with us. He said he didn't sign up for all this and he walked out."
"I'm sorry Addy." He said.
"Not your fault." I said. Jeff wrapped his arms around my tiny little figure and held me at his side as we stared up at the night sky. We had been laying on my roof for at least two hours just talking to one another. I usually didn't spend time like this with someone, but Jeff was different. He was special. A month ago we met and ever since then he's been slowly entering my life more and more. We hung out mostly outside of school and away from our houses, this night was an exception. I didn't want to meet his family and I didn't want him meeting mine though. I was scared that they wouldn't like me so therefore he couldn't mine just in case it influenced him.
"Jeff." I said.
"Yea?" He asked.
"Can you promise me that we'll stay friends even after this year? And the next. And the next and even the next? All the way out of high school and then some?" I asked. I could feel his grip tighten around me.
"I promise. I won't let you go Addy. You're my best friend. We're gonna stay that way. I promise." He said. I smiled and allowed my arms to maneuver themselves around his neck.
"You're the greatest friend I could ever ask for Nero."
::End of Flashback::