The key to my heart

Hey Guys Its Jodie here with my second fic…hope u like it!

Disclaimer: Don't own anyone…I do own a Trish Stratus poster though, but that's as good as it gets Lol.

Trapped!

Trish sat in the womens locker room taking off her wrestling boots after a grueling match that she had just endured as Jeff Hardy's tag team partner. God she hated him. She didn't always hate him though. She used to like him, his smooth hair and soft skin…just the thought of herself ever liking Jeff Hardy sent chills down her spine. She shook off her thoughts as her best friend spoke.
"So how was it working with Jeff?" Amy giggled as she flicked her red hair to one side before picking up her bag.
"Not funny Amy, you know I hate him…I don't need him to save me, I could have taken them on by myself!"
"Yeah sure you could have" Amy said sarcastically as she opened the door to leave. Trish picked up her towel and walked into a cubicle starting to undress.
As soon as she turned on the shower there was a knock at the door. Trish stopped the water to answer the door. She wrapped a towel around herself and opened the door to find Jeff on the other side with a towel on his shoulder.
"Oh god" she said rolling her eyes
"Trish do you own clothes...or do you just have a problem with keeping them on?"
"What do you want Jeff?" Trish said sighing as she was in no mood to see him when she didn't have to.
"I've come to tell you that Vince wants to talk to us about next weeks match…you should probably come dressed like that seeing as how that's how you got your job in the first place, right?"

Trish didn't respond to his smart mouth comment.

Jeff smirked and lifted his towel and hung it over his other shoulder.
"Go have a shower hardy you smell awful!" Trish scrunched her nose and slammed the door in his face.

Jeff ripped his towel off his shoulder and gripped it hard as he headed back to the guys locker room for a shower.

'How did you ever like her' Jeff questioned his heart whilst washing himself 'she's a cold hearted…bitch! He used to get lost in her big brown eyes and wonder what it would be like to fell her luscious kissable lips on his. Jeff's thoughts of Trish Stratus were too much for him to handle. He turned on the hot water hoping it would clear his mind. 'Not that it would be hard' Jeff thought, 'its not like I have feelings for her anymore.'

'Great', Trish thought with disgust as she was making her way down the corridor to Mr. McMahon's office, 'now I get to spend even MORE time with Jeff!' She approached the door and fixed her hat and adjusted her boobs before knocking.
"He's not in" Trish jumped at the voice; she thought she had been alone. She turned to see Jeff Hardy sitting on the floor.
"How do you know?" Trish questioned.
"I've obviously already checked Blondie" Jeff laughed.
"Don't call me that! And why are you laughing?"
"Because you really are a slut" Jeff replied with a cocky grin.
"I was just making myself presentable that's all, not that you'd know anything about that!"
Jeff didn't respond, he wasn't in the mood to argue, they sat in silence for a few more minutes.

"Is it just me or does it seem like there's no one else here?"
"No shit!" Trish rolled her eyes
"Oh I just thought you wouldn't notice seeing as how you only think of yourself!" Jeff spat. "Whatever Jeff, I don't have to sit here and put up with this" Trish headed to the door that was only a few meters away. Trish pulled the door but it didn't open, she shook it, but it wouldn't budge.
'What now?' Jeff mumbled to himself. "Are you sure your pulling it the right way Blondie?"
"Yes Dumbass, I'm pulling it the right way!" Trish retorted rolling her eyes.

Jeff got up and started shaking the door but it didn't open.
"Oh god we ARE stuck!"