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Can't You Feel The Weight of My Stare

CHAPTER SEVEN:

Eye to Eye We Need No Words At All

I almost froze in my seat. Not only was he talking to me, but he was actually gesturing me to sit by him - with him, on the same bed? But eventually the thoughts of Vince, explaining to us to make this thing as real as possible, flashed through my mind. As I looked up again, I noticed he was still looking at me, with that same serious look on his face.

"You comin', or not?" The sound of his voice was enough to lift me up and walk towards him. I kept my distance, but didn't show it. I tried to look as comfortable as I could, avoiding all eye contact with him. Who knows what'll happen to my heart once I look into those things.

"You... wanted to talk to me?" I reminded him, trying to get all of this over with.

"Oh, yeah," he coughed, hesitant. He quickly closed his notebook and focused his attention on me. "I wanted to apologize." Now I was the one who focused on him. He was looking as if he'd felt regret for whatever he was apologizing for.

"For what?" He slid more closely on the bed, which made my instincts react. I carefully slid futher away from him, praying the he didn't notice.

"For invading your privacy like that, it... it wasn't right," he explained. Suddenly I wasn't feeling so uncomfortable anymore. He was actually apologizing for asking me personal questions about me and Phil's relationship. "And I'm sorry." I sighed and felt the urge to pat him on the back.

"It's alright, Jeff. Sometimes, people are just curious. I understand where you're coming from," I stated. He looked at me with pure curiosity.

"Really?" He said, almost as if he had doubts.

"Yeah." His eyes widened with disappointment.

"Oh, really - you expect me to believe that? You know how much times people have said they understand?" His eyes rolled in hatered. Looks like somebody was ready for a fight.

"I don't expect you to believe anything I say, Jeff. I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this," I said, feeling disappointed myself. I could see that he was getting rigid, hyper. He needed to, "Calm down."

Now, he was up, out of the bed, hypothetically out of his mind.

"Calm down," he chuckled to himself. "You're tellin' me to calm down?! No, that's all people ever want me to do. I been calm now for a while, I can be crazy whenever I want!" I flinched as he said his last words.

"Jeff, what are you talking about -" He spat again:

"I had problems in the past, Maria. If you didn't recall that. I went through nothin' but pure hell. And for you to just be another know-it-all that claims to 'understand' me, pisses me off!" I flinched, again. What was I missing? All I was doing was trying to have a little sympathy for him. Maybe I didn't understand him all that much, but that didn't mean it was my fault. Did he want me to understand him?

"Alright, I don't understand you! All you want to do is fight! Is there ever a day that you're happy? Are you ever in a good mood? Or is drugs the only thing that can make you smile?!" As soon as I said my words, I prayed I could take them back. I swallowed hard, as his expression saddened.

It looked like he was holding something back. Like he was struck my lightning. I covered my eyes to hide my shallow face. I've never - ever in my whole life, thought I'd say something so low. And to of all people, Jeff Hardy.

"Jeff," I looked up at him. "I'm so sorry. I should have never said that." It looked like my apology wasn't working. Since he declined it.

"No," he started. "You're right."

I did a double take. "I'm right?"

"Yeah," he sighed as he sat back down, keeping his distance. "You are." I had a feeling I was in for a long speech. A much more calmer one, I hope.

"I used to have a lot of happy days. Mainly 'cause of the drugs. Now, since I'm tryin' my best to stay off them... I guess a lot of that 'happiness' is gone." He sighed.

"So, you did drugs to be happy? Weren't you already happy with your career?" I had to ask.

"I guess you could say that. I had so much problems with my personal life, that I didn't focus on my career. After my mom's death, everything on my focus just blanked out. Nothin' mattered more to me than the drugs," he stated truthfully.

At this moment I felt completely guilty. It was completely clear that I'd put him in this depressed mood. It was obvious that he was trying his best not to look at me again. If I hadn't let my frustration get the better of me, I wouldn't be feeling regret right now.

He noticed my silence. "What's the matter with you?" I slowly looked up at him. His expression hadn't changed, but his tone didn't sound as low.

"Nothing," I sighed. "I'm just... tired I guess."

"Tired," he mumbled to himself, as if he thought I was lying. "Well, I'll let you sleep then." Without another look at me, he got off the bed and headed towards the door. Not before turning back.

"Don't wait up for me, I'm staying at Matt's hotel."

I couldn't strain myself from asking, "Why?"

"'Cause, I want to."

"But Vince...," I trailed off, leaving him perfect timing to cut me off.

"Vince won't find out. Unless - you're not a snitch, are you?" Of course I wasn't. But I wasn't going to let him break the rules; not while I was being dedicated.

"Well, actually, I am. I'll tell on anyone to keep my job safe. Besides, I thought you were going to 'work hard,' you know, be 'dedicated,' like you stated before?" He scoffed before rolling his eyes.

"Maria, shut up."

And with that, he was out the door.

With Vince having some big announcement for us tomorrow, I knew that it was going to be hell.

--

"Ria! Ria, wait up!" I didn't have to turn around to know who that was. She was the last person I wanted to see, after what happened last night, I wasn't really sure what 'details' I could give her about what happened with me and Jeff.

It was just the usual.

"Hey, Ash," I said smugly, failing to keep my personal emotions to myself. She didn't seem to notice.

"So... what happened?" She asked, getting straight to the point. Of course, I was going to play the clueless role.

"What do you mean 'what happened'?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"With you and Jeff," she rolled her eyes playfully. "I want to know everything."

"Everything?" I sucked the air between my teeth. "Nothing really happened. All he did was write in his book, and all I managed to do was sleep. I was tired, you know." She narrowed her eyes.

"Ria, are you that much of a coward? You didn't even speak to him?" I shook my head. She pinched the bridge of her nose.

"So, how's Phil?" She asked, changing the subject.

"Oh, shit!" I blurted. "I haven't even called him for like, weeks!" To my dismay, she seemed happy by this.

"Well, you have to forget about him, you're 'dating' Jeff now, and you can't focus on any other guy except for him," she clarified. I ignored her. Was she still trying trying to change my point of view on Phil?

"Ashley, whatever you're doing, it's going to work. So just quit while you're at it."

We were in the arena now, as soon as I walked in, my face sunk even more. There he was, Jeff and his brother, Matt. They weren't looking our way at first, until Ashley opened her big mouth.

"Look who's here, guys," she mused as my eyes widened. "." Matt chuckled a little before Jeff hit him hard across the head. I didn't want to have to deal with him this early. I wanted to get to Vince's office first, that way I didn't have to be in the same room as him.

As I began power walking towards the hall, he called after me.

"Maria, wait!" I quickened my pace. "Please, can't we talk?" I stopped and turned around, I waited for him to be close enough to me, so I could slip out my next words.

"About what?"

"About last night." I rolled my eyes and shook my head in disapproval.

"No. I don't want to talk to you - let alone about last night. So forget it," I spat. As I was continuing down the hall, he pulled my wrist, forcing me to come back.

"Why not?" He breathed, still holding my wrist, holding me no less that three inches from his face.

I tried again and again to escape but I failed each time. "Let go of me!"

"Not until you tell me why we can't sort this out," he stated, his tone serious.

I tried to escape once more before caving in. Like I said, Jeff Hardy never gives up.

"Because it'll just end up the way it always does. Fighting. I don't know what's up with you. You're always changing moods. It's like you're PSMsing." I laughed at the last comment I said, while he just rolled his eyes.

He scratched the back of his head, obviously looking for an answer. "I guess you're right," he sighed, giving up. "It always does end the same way." I nodded my head in sarcasim.

"Yeah."

"I don't know how I can make it up to you," he mumbled. I wasn't sure if he was talking to me, or to himself.

"Vince wants to see us in his office. We should... go," I suggessted. He nodded and followed my lead, from the vibes I was getting, I knew this meeting wouldn't fill my desires of avoiding Jeff.

--

As me and Jeff we inside the Boss's office, Vince had a big, ecstatic smile on his face, which only meant one thing: Small talk; Big money.

"Glad you guys came. Now, take a seat," he said anxiously.

Me and Jeff took our seats without another word.

"I'm just going to get to the point. You guys have been in this storyline for three weeks now. But I want to try something. Maria," he paused looking up from his papers and at me. "Since you've said how Phil doesn't watch Raw or anything like that... I've drafted him to Raw!" His face brightened even more when he said his last sentence.

This couldn't be happening. Phil - on Raw? With me, and a storyline with Jeff? What was he thinking?

Before I could speak, he continued.

"But it gets better," he paused again, rubbing his palms together. "Since you and Jeff are in a storyline, what's better than making Phil fight over you - actually Phil and Jeff fight over you? I'll answer that - nothing!" He started cracking up before seeing my expression and turning serious again.

"So, they're going to be fighting over me?" I managed to choke out.

"Yes, and that means Backstage Brawls, too. I've got the scripts and everything planned out, and the writers are looking forward to it." Yes, they're looking forward to their paychecks. They don't give a shit about writing.

"This is unbelieveable. This is probably going to effect my personal life, Mr. MacMahon," I whined. He didn't seem to care.

"And? This is going to make my business - Raw, more interesting. It'll make your life more interesting. It'll bring your fans more close together. You guys are doing great, and this is going to make you even greater."

I peeked sideways at Jeff and saw him staring at Vince in disbelief. He felt the same way I did.

I was staring so long, he felt it. He snapped his head sideways to look at me.

"Sorry, Phil," he mumbled. "But this is personal now..."

We didn't need anymore words to know what was going to happen next...

AN: Sorry for taking so long to update. But, I hope this was worth it? I don't think so, but I thought the ending was okay. So, review? Thanks! =D.