-1The past four hours have been the greatest hours of my entire life. Not only did I get to see my favourite band preform, I also get to hang out with the hottest man on the planet. However, there was a problem… How was I going to be able to tell my friends that I was going to be hanging out with Jeff Hardy backstage and tell them that they can't come? Then again, Jeff didn't say anything about not inviting my friends.

As we leave the area, I take out the pass that was in my back pocket and look at it. "Hey guys, I'm going to stay behind and see if I can catch Jeff while he's leaving. Maybe I can get a picture or an autograph." My voice is hesitant, they probably know I'm up to something. "Shannon, how are you going to get home? Its late and you have no idea who can be lurking around this parking lot.' Tiffany lectures me, sometimes I believe that she thinks that she's my mom. "Look, I'll be fine. I'll just call a cab and when I get home I'll give you a call, no matter what time it is." I promise her while give her a reassuring look. She scowls at me before sighing. "Fine… But you BETTER be careful or else I will come find you and beat the living shit out of you." She gives me a kiss and grabs Blake's hand and they to the car, slowing disappearing into the night.

Still in disbelief, I walk to the side of the building where the staff and employee entrance is. I'm surprised at how little fans stayed behind to try to catch a candid glimpse of Jeff Hardy. Suddenly, the same security guard from earlier walks out the door and crosses his arms. The guy is a complete asshole, his body language tells it all and I begin to get a little angry.

What the fuck is taking him so long?

I think to myself as I pull out a cigarette. As I light it up, that douche bag security guard barks at me. "NO SMOKING WITHIN FEET OF THE DOOR!" I roll my eyes and move back, Jeff better hurry his ass up.

After what seems like an eternity, but was probably only like ten minutes, Jeff steps out for a minute and scans the crowd. I hear the fans cheering for him and I walk a little closer to the area. I look at Jeff and he smiles at me before motioning me to follow him.

"NO SMOKING WITHIN 100 FEET OF THE DOOR! I JUST TOLD YOU --" that asshole security guard was cut off by Jeff Hardy who just looked at him. I'm not sure if Jeff had said anything but if he didn't then the guard was probably mesmerised by Jeff. I drop the cigarette and start walking towards Jeff with butterflies in my stomach.

"Why does HE get to go backstage?" A jealous fan asks. "What are you; some kinda fag?" Jeff raises his eyebrow and grins "Actually, this is my nephew… And you see, I WAS going to give you an autograph but you've annoyed me, so, peace." He dismisses her from his sight before turning around and heading for the door. "Follow me, Sky." He makes up a name for me as he walks back into the building. I quickly follow him before stopping and grilling the security guard.

"Well?" He says with an attitude.

"Here," I pull out a dollar. "use it for a down payment on a new attitude." I retorted and walked past him and go inside the building where Jeff is waiting for me.

"Tough crowd out there, huh?" I say to him and he nods. "These fan girls are so…" he tries to look for the right word. "…rude." I answer for him and he smiles. "Thanks for helping me out… So what is your name by the way?" he asks me.

"Shannon." I reply. "Hmm, Shannon." He repeats.

We walk around the backstage area making small talk before we get to his private dressing room. He turns the knob and walks in and I'm completely in awe, its like something out of a movie. The room was filled with expensive furniture and beautiful plants. On the coffee table, lay a notebook with a pen ontop of it- it was true; Jeff Hardy took his infamous notebook everywhere.

"This is gorgeous." I say as I look around.

I here him chuckle to himself. "Thanks." the door closes with just me and him in it.

"So Shannon, how did you like the show?" He walks over to me. "I loved it, you're such an a-amazing prefomer." I tell him while noticing that he's coming closer. "I just didn't like the opening band, it was so… generic." I had to be honest with him.

"Oh, I didn't like them either but my manager decided to have them open so they can get some more exposure." Jeff replies.

He stops in front of me and stroked my hair. "Have you ever been backstage before?" he asks with a sly grin on his face.

"N-no." I say softly.

"You're adorable." He's rubbing the back of his against my cheek. "I want you, Shannon, real bad." He whisperes in my ear.

I CANNOT believe this is happening! Why would someone like Jeff Hardy want a kid like me? I know that you're probably thinking that he's a sick pedophile but honestly, I don't care. I've always fantasized about fucking Jeff Hardy.

"Do you want me too, Shannon?" He's pressing his hard-on against my groin. I must be dreaming.

"Yes Jeff, I do! I want you real fucking bad!" I say in a needy voice.

You can't do this, think about all the others he's slept with, you'll just be another piece of ass to him! My brain yells at me but I quietly try to reason with it. 'Okay brain, I don't like you and you don't like me, but if you just shut up and let me get through this, I promise when I get home I will get back to killing you with mindless TV and pot.' I give a slight nodd to myself as if my brain is saying 'deal'.

I can feel his wandering eyes on my body. I'm starting to wonder if I'll be able to finish what I started with him, considering I've never been with another boy before.

Yes, I said it, I'm still a virgin! But the real question is for how long?