Sephy's P.O.V:
Walking
through the hallway, earphones in my ears, and I am dressed in my
usual outfit. Just another week in the Raw arena. Scanning the
hallways, looking for my clients for that evening.
This week I
had been designated to look after three superstars. All three I was
rather good friends with, so I was in a rather good mood. Those three
superstars were Matt Hardy, The Miz, and Brian Kendrick.
Part of
my good mood, to be quite honest, was due to the fact that I would
NOT be seeing Jeff Hardy tonight. In all honesty, it hurt to see how
he really didn't notice, nor care about, me.
But anyway, enough
about him.
I continue to walk through the hallways, looking for
The Miz's locker room. Eventually finding it, I walk in and smile,
giving him a friendly hug.
"I missed you," He expresses
jokingly hugging me tightly for a few moments and then letting me go,
yet still standing rather close. "So what have I got today?" He
asks with a kind smile.
"Not a lot." I joke with an ironic
smile. "Might as well relax, and I'll call on you when you have
your 'moment in the spotlight'." I suggest smiling once more,
patting him on the shoulder and looking into his eyes.
"So not
a lot of time with my favourite part of my job then?" He jokes once
more, making me blush in a horrible way. He notices my noticeably red
cheeks, and he begins to snigger. "Aww Sephy's so shy," He
grins teasingly.
"Oh hush." I order slapping his arm
playfully and walking out of his room, both of us laughing into
ourselves.
Okay, so I knew that Miz had a little something for me.
I know that I'm not ignored by everyone.
But why did
Jeff have to ignore me so? Also, why was it Jeff who caught my
attention?
Miz was a perfectly good guy, one which I could see
myself with. So, the only thing getting in my way was indeed, the
fixation and fantasy I had with Jeff Hardy. One which was rather
delusional, I knew in my head. Yet my heart still held a soft spot
for Jeff.
While these thoughts distracted my head, I entered my
next client, Matt Hardy's locker room. Matt was Jeff's brother,
yes, but hopefully our conversation that night would have nothing at
all to do with him.
Well, obviously it wouldn't.
As he was
in the room with us.
Jeff's P.O.V:
Yes! Matt's
idea was right! Here she is, this beautiful girl, just like he said
she'd be.
You know, the only really embarrassing thing
was, I couldn't put my finger on what her name was. Matt had
referred to her as 'Mark Calloway's kid'. And that was all I
really knew.
Oh this is so stupid. How could I possibly ask a
girl out if I couldn't remember her name? Not to mention I would
look like a right jerk if I asked her name now. Oh forget it, I am
NOT asking this girl out tonight. I'm such an idiot.
Narrator's P.O.V:
Suddenly
tension was a large factor of the room's oxygen. Slowly it became
harder to breathe in the spacious room. Matt however, didn't seem
to notice the tension. Continuing on with the conversation, nervous
glances being passed between Jeff and Sephy, Matt was indeed
blissfully unaware. Sephy, rushing through Matt's agenda, her blood
secretly bubbling beneath her skin, accidentally lost grip of her
folders, as they went crashing to the floor.
Cursing herself
silently, she bent down to collect it, and at that very moment, so
did Jeffrey Nero Hardy. Typically, they just so happened to reach
for it at the same time, in the end grabbing one another
instead!
Cursing herself once more, she instinctively in her sour
mood let go immediately and picked up her folder, standing and
smiling at Matt briefly.
"Okay, I should go, so good luck
tonight, and I'll see you soon." Sephy smiles cruelly ignoring
Jeff and turning from both of the Hardy brothers. Not another word
was spoken as Sephy left Matt's locker room and stood in the
hallway for a few moments, her thoughts taunting her.
Sephy's P.O.V:
Honestly, hand on heart, I don't believe it. Of all nights, Jeff had to ruin my mood TONIGHT. He is a Smackdown superstar; I wasn't supposed to be seeing him until Friday! Not to mention there seems to be new found tension between us, Oh God he must think I'm a right idiot after the way I treated him...
Jeff's P.O.V:
She must think I'm a right idiot. I noticed the look
in her eye; she really didn't want to see me tonight. Maybe I
shouldn't ask her out after all. But there is one thing I know I
need to do. And that is something I should have figured out a while
ago.
I need to know her name.
End of Chapter Two.
