No Getting Over You

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: Still only own Jamie. Not gonna lie, if I owned anyone else in this story, I'd definitely enjoying it, and not writing about it... ;o)

"Dude, you should really go see her. She looks so...amazing," Shannon said to Jeff, shaking his head.

"I can't believe she's here. I didn't think I'd ever have to see her again," he admitted. "I didn't want to see her again."

"She never did anything wrong to you," Shannon pointed out, almost defensively. "Besides, from what I've heard from a couple of people, Dixie Carter made her an offer she couldn't refuse."

The Charismatic Enigma shook his head helplessly. "I uh...I just...I don't know what to do."

"After what you put her through, it doesn't surprise me that you don't want to see her," Shannon bitterly spoke.

"After what I put her through? You have no idea what she put me through," he spoke, without thinking.

"What are you even talking about? She didn't put you through anything. You were the one who acted like a jackass. What you did to her...it was unforgivable," the Prince of Punk said, staring at the floor.

Jeff scowled. "Oh really? And she's just the innocent, little victim in this whole thing, right?"

The blondelooked up at him in complete and utter disbelief. "She didn't do anything wrong. Anyone would've been lucky to have her, the way you did. She is the innocent victim in all of this."

"She would've-"

The locker room door opened, interupptingJeff's snotty comeback. Jesse Neal walked into the room, grinning like mad. "Who wants to watch my future baby mama's match with me?" he asked.

Jeff stood up, glaring at Jesse, wanting to punch him in the head for referring to Jamie as his 'baby mama'. "She'll never be your baby's mother," he spat.

Shannon shot a glare at Jeff. "And she'll never be your's either," he snapped. Jeff actually looked hurt at that comment. "Come on, Jesse. Let's go watch her kick some ass." Shannon and Jesse left the locker room.

Jeff sat back down, putting his head in his hands. He was so screwed with her being here. He hated to admit to himself, but Shannon was completely right. Jamie never did anything wrong to Jeff, in fact, she had treated him like he was a God among men. But what Jeff had done to her, the way he treated her, the situation he had put her in, the pressure he put on her to do what he wanted, it was all just so inexcusable and wrong. He destroyed their relationship. And every single day, he regretted what he did to her...all of it. He had just flown off the handle, mentally, and punished her for it.

"Dude, are you okay?" Ken asked, walking into the room. Jeff looked up at him, remaining silent. It was obvious he was mentally torturing himself. "I was coming in here to see if you wanted to watch Jamie's match."

"I don't know."

"Why not? From what I heard, you helped train her. Don't you want to see how far she's come? Come on, man. Let's go," Ken said, encouraging him.

Reluctantly, Jeff got up and followed Ken to watch Jamie's TNA debut match, unsure of how much he actually could handle seeing her.

"You look amazing," Lauren said, looking her new friend up and down.

"Do I really?" Jamie asked, unsure. Her long brown hair was down and held back, out of her face. Her makeup was sparkly and fun but not overdone. She wore a black top with pink sparkles that was barely more than a halter bikini top, showingoff her large, natural chest, along with her flat, toned abs. She had on a pair of black booty-short like bottoms that were black with pink sparkles like the top. She had on black, knee-high lace-up boots. The multiple tattoos decorating her sun-kissed skin were visible due to her lack of clothing.

In the past year, she'd gotten so many more tattoos than she had before her life had taken such a sharp twist. She loved the pain of havingthe needle dragging across her skin. Maybe that tattoos and training were a major part of her healing process, which was far from complete. Her body was in the best shape it had ever been in, and she really busted her ass for it. She couldn't lie, either, after what happened with Jeff, Jamie had focused all of her energy on workingout and gettingin perfect shape. She had waited a year for this day...the day Jeff Hardy could look at her and regret everything he had ever done to her. And the fact that she was going to be victorious in her match only made her feel that much better about the evening. This was goingto be her revenge for what he did...well, it was just the beginning of her revenge...not that she had some devious plan up her figurative sleeve, but she just wanted him to hate himself for his actions.

"You're going to 'wow' the hell out of everyone," Lauren reassured her. "You don't have to be the least bit nervous. Just remember you've got this, Jame. You're going to be fucking incredible out there."

Lauren's pep talk was definitely helping to build up Jamie's confidence. "I can do this," she firmly said to herself staring at her reflection in the mirror. She turned and hugged Lauren. "Thank you so much."

"No need to thank me. This is what friends do for each other. Now go out there, and show all of these bitches what you're all about!" she yelled, causing Jamie's adrenaline to really start flowing.

Jamie and Lauren left the dressing room. They walked towards the ramp together, waiting in the backstage area. "I'm so excited," Jamie finally admitted, now that her adrenaline was pumping like mad.

"Me, too!"

They waited for her entrance music to begin, and once the familiar opening riffs of Burn Halo's "Dirty Little Girl" started playing, she waited for her cue, before running out. The fans cheered for her out of excitement, not knowing who this new chick was. The only people who could've possibly recognized her were those who watched "The Hardy Show", seeing as at one point in time, she was a familiar face on the web show.

Jamie jumped into the ring and posed on the ring post, eliciting the crowd's cheers. And damn, did it feel really good. 'Eat your heart out, Jeffrey Nero Hardy. You ruined any opportunity for a piece of this, ever again, and you'll regret it,' she thought to herself with a smirk across her face.

When Jamie nailed a perfect Shooting Star Press-her big 'fuck you' to Jeff, who had taught her how to do it-and pinned Daffney, she felt empowered, pumped up and more excited than she could have ever anticipated. The referee raised her hand, declaring her the winner. The smile on her face was genuine. She was so proud. The years of hard work, especially the past year, had finally paid off. This was what it was all for.

By the time she got backstage, Lauren enveloped her in a huge hug. "Oh my God! You were incredible, Jamie!" she yelled.

Within seconds, Jamie felt herself being lifted up and spun around. She quickly realized she was in Shannon's arms.

"Holy shit! You were so amazing out there. I'm so proud of you!" She blushed when she realized everyone was cheering for her backstage. Daffney even gave her a hug and told her how phenomenal she was in the ring. Jamie had never been so happy with her performance, as she was at this very moment.

Then, everything came crashingdown when she saw Jeff. After everything, it hurt her so deeply to see him. The second their eyes locked on each other, she had to conciously tell herself to look away, which she did. She didn't realize how much it would hurt to see him again. After all that he had ruined for her, there was absolutely no way in hell she could let Jeff have this. It was her night. And she'd be damned if she was going to allow this accomplishment to be tainted by his presence. She took a deep breath and pretended that she didn't see him, only temporarily allowing her to feel happy.

When she finally made it to the locker room, Lauren was beamingwith pride. Jamie really had her new friend to thank for a lot of it. She spent the better part of the night encouraging the new addition to the TNA Knockout Division and trying to build up her ego. And it really worked like a charm.

"Jamie, you're amazing in that ring. You're gonna be going places," she said.

"Thanks, Lau. Seriously, I've only known you for a few hours, and you made me feel like a million bucks out there."

"Well, just you wait. We're all going out tonight to celebrate your victory."

"Oh no. That's okay."

Lauren gave her a look. "Trust me, sweetheart. You're definitely not gonna want to miss this. I can party like nobody's business, and you're going to have the night of your life," Lauren insisted.

Jamie was intrigued. She was unsure if it was the devious smirk or mischevious glint in he eyes, but she was definitely intrigued by Lauren's assurance that this whole party idea was a good one.

"Alright. I'm in."

"You're going to have the greatest night of your entire life."

"I'm trusting you here. And after the past year, I definitely need a night like the one you'e promising."

Lauren winked at her. "Oh, I've got this one."

"Are you coming out tonight?" Shannon asked Jeff.

"No way. For Jamie? That's just asking for trouble," he refused without giving it a second thought.

"Dude, stop beng a baby and just go. We're all gonna be there."

"I can't. Besdies, I don't want to ruin her night...and if I'm there, she'll probably hate me more than she already does."

"You say it like it's possible for her to hate you even more. But if you don't go, you're gonna seem like an even bigger asshole."

"I can't see her."

"You saw her match, and you didn't congratulate her. People notice things like that. You already look like a total dick to everyone. Just come out tonight, tell her you thought she had a good match, and that's the end of it."

"She was incredible out there," Jeff admitted. "She really blew me away. Her Shooting Star Press was absolutely perfect."

"So, tell her that. It can't really do any harm. You've done enough of that at this point," he muttered.

"I can't."

"Jeff, you have to, okay? You don't really have much of a choice," Shannon shot back at him, in frustration.

"I can't. She's going to be so pissed off, if she sees me there."

"Just go. Be a man. Stop being a coward about having to face her."

"Do you seriously think it's a good idea?"

"I think seeing Jamie and interacting her is pretty much unavoidable. The sooner you do it, the easier it'll be," Shannon pointed out.

"Okay. I'll go," he finally agreed. "But I'm only going for a little while."

"Go long enough to say hi, tell her she did a great job, mingle a little bit, then, if you want to leave, go."

"Okay. I can handle that," Jeff said, not believing it but trying to convince himself that it was the truth.

Jamie and Lauren were in their hotel room. They had decided being roommates would be fun since they had become close friends within a few short hours. They were getting ready to go to the club in the hotel. Lauren dressed Jamie. And even amongst her protests, as much flesh as she showed off, which under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have, Lauren had her looking pretty hot.

Jamie had on a denim miniskirt that showed off her toned legs. She had on a push up bra that was hot pink and definitely gave her ample cleavage an enormous push up. Lauren put a ripped up, tight, white wife beater over the bra, which could clearly be seen through and was low cut and revealed her entire midriff, with a hot pink long sleeved fishnet top over it. Lauren kept Jamie's hair down, keeping it curled slightly. Her makeup was perfect. She had on knee high, leather stiletto boots that boosted her from 5'4" to 5'8".

"I can't believe I'm dressed like this," Jamie said, examining her look in the floor length mirror.

"You look really hot," Lauren commented with a seductive smirk.

"I look kind of like a slut," Jamie replied with a laugh.

"Well, at least you look a hot slut," she replied with a chuckle. "I'm kidding. You don't look like a slut. You look hot."

Jamie smirked. "Oh God, you are going to be the death of me."

"And you love it."

"I'm not gonna lie, I do. As much as I don't think wearing this is a good idea, I kind of like it," she admitted.

"Told ya so."

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah."

Lauren laughed. "You're gonna have a lot of fun tonight. And every man is going to want a piece of that ass."

Jamie blushed. "No..."

"Oh, definitely. I've been working around these guys for long enough to know that they're going to be swarming around you like a hawk to a mouse."

"I don't want to sleep with anyone."

"You don't have to, if you don't want to," she reassured her. "You do whatever you want to tonight It's your night, babe. Whatever you say goes."

A/N: I promise this story is going places. Let me know what you think. I have the next few chapters typed up and ready to be posted. As long as I know there are people who want it, I'll post it :o)