Again Thank you Vera

" Come on Christian." I hissed, slapping my hand down hard on the canvas. My boyfriend just got drop kicked in the face by the older Hardy brother."Edge, do something!" I shouted at the other blonde.

Frustration. Nothing but pure frustration. As I watched Edge arguing with the referee, Matt was laying Christian out.If you want something do you have to do it yourself. I thought as I made my way towards the purple fishnet wearing Jeff Hardy.

"Jeff...Jeff. Come here big boy." I purred, running my hand down his leg.

My distraction plan had a short-lived victory the moment I felt a hard slap across my face."You little blood suckin' whore." Lita shouted.

I was getting ready to kick her ass when Jeff separated us. But it was too late. Matt was flat on his back with his shoulders pinned. "And the winners are Edge and Christian." The ring announcer shouted.

The blonde twosome slid out the ring and I quickly joined them. I raised their arms in victory as we walked up the ramp.Lita and Jeff slid into the ring to check on Matt. Right when Team Xtreme was in the ring, the lights mysteriously went out. However, when they came back on, the trio was covered in blood. They looked at each in horror and tried to wipe the blood off themselves. Jeff and Lita were furious as we laughed at them.

"We blood bathed their asses." Christian said laughing.

" Good job baby." I said as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Look at their faces! It looks like little Jeffrey is going to cry." Adam said as he laughed.

When the cameras are on you, you're always, in Shane's words, "on." Whatever you're feeling, you leave it at the door. You had a bad day, who cares? Your fans don't want to see that. Your heart is broken? Big deal. Go out there and do a match. Heal your heart later.

But as I pretended to laugh, I couldn't get the look on Jeff's face out of my head. He looked like he was either going to puke or start crying right then and there.I know it was part of the whole "selling the match" idea that Vince taught everyone, but I couldn't shake that image. I closed my eyes as we made our way backstage. If I didn't have to look at Jeff anymore, that was fine by me.

I hopped off Christian as we walked back stage. I was on my way to the Divas locker room when I walked right into the biggest bitch of the moment Trish Stratus. "Watch it, skank." The tiny woman spat.

That big-chested broad had some nerve calling me a skank, especially with her reputation in the locker room. She didn't get her job by her looks, I tell you that much."You're calling me a skank? Wow, at least I can pick half-descent partners. TnA, that's creative. The whore in the cowboy hat and the two muscle bond freaks." I glared at her, flipping my purplish black hair over my shoulder.

"You're the little bitch running around with the fanged freaks." Trish pushed me into the table.

That bitch didn't just ask for a fight. She was practically begging for an ass beating and I was more than happy to give her one.I slapped her across the face and it was on!"Don't touch me, you whore!" I had Trish on the ground, laying it into her when two bloody hands pulled me off her.

"I'll let you go if you promise to stop hittin' her." I kept trying to break free but the grip was too tight.

The voice then spoke to Trish."Trish, I would leave unless you want little Jay to kick your ass some more." I saw the blonde woman leave the room and the hands let go of me.

I looked down at my arms and they were covered in a sticky red mess. "What the hell you just got me covered in...fake blood..." Then it occurred to me who just saved Trish's ass from the beating of her life.

Still covered in the concentrated fruit punch mixture that's supposed to resemble blood, Jeff had a smirk on his face."Why, hello. Jayne, why are you goin' around beatin' on Trish?" He asked his hands on his hips.

"Well, she called me a bitch and then I called her a whore. And then she pushed me and of course, I had to kick her ass." I started to grin as I cracked my knuckles. "You think it's funny, Hardy? I'll kick your ass, too."

Jeff then shot me a look that said, 'Oh, you're clearly smoking something now.'"Oh, I see the little girl is tough. Beatin' on a poor little valet." I felt my cheeks burn when I looked up into his eyes. What? Snap out of it, Jay!

" Hey! What the hell? I'm not a little girl!" Wait a minute…why am I talking to the enemy?

But Jeff was in another land and place right now. He was too busy picking off the bits of dried blood and tasting it. "How old are you?"

"I'm 19. How old are you, Hardy boy?"

"Twenty-two," he replied. At this moment, Jeff was more focused on the dried blood on his skin than anything else. Or so it seemed. " So, you are a little girl and probably 5"2, 5"3."

"I'm five foot five, you dumb ass." I glared at him.

Jeff glanced back at me and smiled. He was amusing me. "Okay, big girl. I better go and shower because I have no clue what I'm covered in at this moment." Jeff then walked away.

Normally, I would go somewhere and hide. Instead, my feet were cemented to the floor as I felt myself staring at Jeff walk away. What in the hell am I doing?

"Stop it, Jay. He is the devil with big green eyes." I said softly to my self as I made my way to catering. I looked for somewhere to sit. The WWE was not a big happy family Vince wanted everyone on the outside to think. People truly didn't like each other for reasons regarding bad matches to significant others to just being jerks.

Or my reason: just being odd and not fitting in with anyone.

I couldn't sit with the divas. They say I have a bad attitude. I can't sit with any of the other Superstars. I wasn't like the other Divas. So I went to the women's locker room. At least, the lockers and showers weren't judgmental.

I started to get out of my ring gear when I heard some strange noise coming from the showers. I knew everyone else was eatingso that just left me alone in the locker room.I grabbed my platform boot to use as a weapon. If someone was with me, they were going to get a nice reminder in the middle of their forehead. "Who's there?" I shouted.

" Shit! Where in the hell did Amy go?" The person asked. That Southern growl was all too familiar. Is he following me?

"Are ya in the wrong locker room, Jeff?" I asked, quickly throwing a big E&C shirt over my head.

Now I'm wishing there was a stranger in the locker room. Instead, I'm seeing a half-naked Jeff Hardy from the waist up. Wow. "Well, I was getting Amy to dye my hair and since she doesn't like goin' in the guys locker room, I came here. She told me all of the women were eatin' or gettin' ready for their match. We came in here and she said she was goin' to get more towels and that's when you came in." Jeff said, pushing his dye filled hair out of his eyes.

"If you want to see me naked, Hardy, all you had to do was just ask." I said sarcastically.

Jeff smiled. "I should probably go and wash this out cause me, Matt and Amy have a meeting with Vinny-Mac. Bye, little Jay." Jeff said, grinning at me.

I shook my head in disgust as Jeff headed back to the showers.I fucking hate that kid.