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Love Is Insane And Baby We Are Too
Chapter 7: Pushed To The Limit
-Jeff-
"Man, do you believe how trashed X is? She's even gettin' along with you," Shannon chuckled sprawled out on the couch. He and I were the only ones left awake now. X had passed out on the other couch about an hour ago and Matt had dragged her upstairs, while giving Shannon a lecture on never giving her alcohol again, death threats included.
All in all I think Shannon was amused by the entire situation. My dad had gone to bed long ago. Amy went after X and the two girls shared the guest room. Ash stayed at Shane's place for the night before the two would head off to the next live show with Matt in the mornin'. And Matt eventually got tired and went to bed too.
"She's damn hot," Shannon mused. I grunted and rolled my eyes. "What? Dude, are you kiddin'? You don't think she's hot?"
"I didn't say that. She's just… I dunno. Annoying," I shrugged. I can't find the right word. It's not annoying, per se. It's just… never mind. I drank too much to think about this…
Shannon laughed and put his hands behind his head. "I'd do her," he confirmed. I rolled my eyes again. No shit you'd do her. You only make some of the most pathetic attempts I've ever seen at gettin' in her pants.
"Know what I found out? She ain't ever gone all the way." I probably shouldnt've shared that with anyone, but the liquor left me with no censor.
"What? Are you serious?! Shit, that makes her even hotter," Shannon cried. I laughed, but stopped when we heard stumblin' upstairs. I frowned and craned my neck back, tryin' to see. "Who's that?" Shan asked.
"Can't tell but… five bucks says it's Xanadu," I wagered as I heard gagging comin' from the bathroom. Oh yeah, revenge of the alcohol.
"Hey, I'm gonna go hold her hair. Maybe she'll let me 'comfort' her," Shannon grinned, sitting up and usin' air quotes.
"You're a sick man," I informed him, in case he wasn't aware yet.
-X -
I held my hair at the base of my neck as I purged into the toilet Ugh I'm never drinking again. Okay, that's surely a lie. But right now, I'm never drinking again.
I sat back on my knees, feeling my eyes water as I gagged again. This sucks. This really sucks. And I have an OVW match tomorrow night… er tonight. It's like 3 AM.
The worst part is, I still feel drunk.
"Glamorous," I heard Jeff say from the doorway, but I couldn't look to scowl at him. I was to busy emptying my stomach. A hand took my hair for me and I gripped the sides of the toilet to brace myself for the purge.
Once I was pretty sure I was finished, I slumped down against the wall and saw Shannon had been holding my hair. I put my hands in my face after flushing the toilet and groaned.
"Tell Matt I'm sorry I didn't listen if I don't make it," was my dramatic last request, as I lay down on the bathroom floor. The tile was cold and I liked the way it felt against by hot, flushed skin.
"I don't think so sugar. Up. Go back to bed," Shannon instructed, trying to get me off the floor. I whined and tried to be dead weight, so instead of struggling to pick me up, he just dragged me halfway across the bathroom instead.
"I gotta piss," Jeff announced suddenly, the sound of his zipper coming undone sobering me up pretty quickly. My eyes widened and suddenly I felt the need to escape the bathroom as quickly as I could. "Knew it'd work," Jeff smirked, zipping his pants back up and coming into the hallway where I stood with Shannon.
He didn't even have to pee!
The next morning was rough. I refrained from opening my eyes when consciousness returned to me and rolled over when the morning sun hit my face directly. As I moved, I came into contact with a human body and realized it must've been Amy since we were sharing the guest room. I muttered a, "Sorry," to her and my eyes slowly opened to find… not Amy.
Not Amy at all.
Shit.
I shrieked and jumped out of Jeff's bed, faster than I should've because my stomach churned. What am I doing in Jeff's bed? Jeff shot upright when he heard my scream too, eyes wide probably just as wide. They traveled around his room and stopped on me, and I wanted to scream at him just for looking at me right now.
"You wake up in here… like that?" Jeff questioned, voice even, as though he was trying to hide his inner panic. I didn't understand what he meant when he'd said, 'like that' until I followed his gaze to my body.
Oh isn't this wonderful.
I'm in my underwear and a bra.
In Jeff Hardy's bed.
After being pretty drunk.
And I'm pretty sure I went to bed with pants on.
A look of realization came over Jeff's expression and he looked from me, to the bed, back to me again. And his eyes stayed on me too! Gasping, I grabbed his blanket and pulled it up to my chest, shielding his view of my underwear.
"How'd you get in here?" he asked carefully, broken out of his mini half naked girl trance.
"I don't know!" I cried out, sounding a lot more distraught about the whole situation than he did. This… this is really bad. This has to be the worst thing I've ever done. "We didn't…?" I trailed off, not even wanting to say it. The idea of having just gotten blasted and rolled around in bed with Jeff Hardy till the wee hours of the morning was a horrifying and humiliating one. We had gotten along last night, but that was hardly grounds for… this!
"No! We couldnt've! I wasn't even that… I mean, not me an' you. Never." His eyes seemed to grow wider at the thought, though I didn't think it was possible. He looked like he was racing his brain for something. The last thing I could recall was being afraid Jeff would pee on me and Shannon trying to drag me out of the bathroom.
Hey… wait a minute.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" I demanded. I'll have him know a ton of guys would love to sleep with me. He should be so lucky…
And then I realized, I had finally completed the dreaded thought.
Had we slept together? There was no way, right? This was a sick joke of some kind.
And just as I said that in my head, I realized, this was some kind of joke. Because I was in the Hardy house. And that's just what these guys did.
I heard the snickering behind me before I turned to find the door cracked open enough to see a set of eyes behind. I marched over to it, pushing it open, satisfied when it smacked Shannon in the head.
"Fuck!" he hissed, stumbling backwards. Matt stood with Amy beside him, laughing at Shannon's pain now instead of mine and Jeff's panic.
"X, what're you doin' in my baby brother's room?" Matt asked smartly, a smirk on his lips and his arms crossed over his chest.
"Gee Matt, I don't know. What am I doing in here?" I challenged, so I'm sure he realized I was onto him.
"I don't know why you're askin' me. I'm not the one who was runnin' around, underage dirnkin'. Am I?" The coy smile on his face needed to be wiped off, and part of me wanted to smack if off his face. If he had felt my heat stop when I realized who I was in bed with this morning… I thought I had severely fucked up and those might have been the most terrifying five minutes of my life up until this point.
"Did you put me in there?!" I accused, and not wrongfully.
"Maybe next time you'll listen to me when I say you can't drink." Matt can seriously be so immature.
"Matt! Do you know how bad that scared me?! Matt! I thought I… with your brother! I hate you!" Even though part of me wanted to kill him, I couldn't help but laugh. It was a good prank. A fucking mean one, but a good one. I brushed my hair out of my face and dropped Jeff's comforter, not feeling so self-conscious anymore now that the option of me having been completely naked with him was off the table.
"Ooh, panties!" Shannon noticed immediately.
"Yeah, real funny," Jeff grumbled, coming out of his bed finally and brushing his hands through his hair. "Don't ever do anythin' like that to me again," he told his brother, probably wondering why he'd been punished for me drinking when Shannon had been the bartender.
"Hey!" I greeted excitedly as Matt approached Amy and me; Jeff, Shannon and Shane following close behind. I ran into Matt's arms and nearly choked him. I've only seen him once since I've been back at OVW. And I've been here for two months since Jeff's birthday. I miss my best friend.
Matt was picking me up and we were all headed to Tennessee for No Mercy, where I was making my comeback. As a wrestler. Not a valet. Amy had agreed to come on the road with me for a little while to continue our training at the stops. She's already taught me so much, and she's the best. I never thought I'd make real female friends in this business, but I was sure I could count on her.
My phone was blowing up all last week, creative contacting me and trying to work my comeback into their storyline with Jeff. It came down to me interfering in Jeff's no DQ match against Umaga for the Intercontinental Title. I was going to hit Umaga with a diving hurricanrana and Jeff would pick up the win. Jeff had told Todd in a na interview after I'd been thrown though the table that I'd suffered a neck injury, so this interference was revenge on Umaga for putting me out of action, and it also revived my storyline with Jeff.
Another thing I had learned in OVW was how to work in this business professionally. And how to work with people you didn't necessarily like. So, bring it on Hardy.
I hugged Shannon, feeling a hand on my ass as I did, and then Shane. I gave Shannon a pass today, because I missed the little puke, but I just plain ignored Jeff. We got into a huge argument the morning after his birthday over… something...
I can't remember.
But it was important at the time. And we're still not speaking because of it.
I could see him roll his eyes at me when Amy came over to hug him and I just stood with my arms folded over my waist, waiting to get the show on the road. "We gotta get goin' if we wanna be on time," Shane announced, looking at his wristwatch… with the Green Lantern symbol in the center. Dork.
"Yeah, boys bring our bags," I commanded in a posh voice, snapping my fingers. Amy found it amusing, and Shannon actually grabbed my bags. "Wow, I didn't think that would actually work," I mumbled more to myself than anyone else, but Matt too put his gentleman pants on and picked Amy's things up. And don't think I missed the smiles exchanged between the two, either.
"You gonna be able to pull this stunt off?" Jeff questioned as I sat in a steel chair beside him, waiting for his match to come around. It was next on the card, and this was the absolute first thing he'd said to me. I had to admit, I was surprised he was the one to crack first, but of course, it was to question by competency.
"Are you doubting Amy's training?" I turned the obvious attack on me around. There has been a ridiculous amount of tension between us today. More than usual. I think we've just both had about enough of each other. Maybe the silence was making it worse.
Jeff just gave me a dirty look and turned away, watching the monitor. Matt was in the ring against Chris Masters at the moment.
"Is that who I think it is?" I looked at the owner of the voice that seemed to be talking to me and saw Randy coming my way. I smiled at the good-looking guy and stood up, going over to him and wrapping my arms around his neck. He held me a little longer then friendly, but just short enough to have me wondering what was going on between us again. We kept in touch when I was in OVW via internet and the phone, but the truth was, he was busy and so was I, and when we weren't in the same place, realistically, nothing could happen. He'd still called me about once or twice I week though, and now, our schedules are much more compatible. I'm too scared to ask him about where we stand though.
"Hey Randy," I greeted cheerfully as I pulled away and grinned at him. It was hard not to shift around because he made me nervous. There was something so intimidating about his presence, I was always afraid I would embarrass myself in front of him or something.
"Hey, you wanna drive with me to the next stop?" he asked, and it kind of surprised me. My eyes brightened and I nodded eagerly though, glad to see we were still on the same page of attraction apparently. "Alright, I need to go sort some things out, but I'll call you after my match," Randy promised, kissing me lightly on the cheek and walking off down the hallway. I must've been grinning like an idiot when I went back to where I'd been and sat back down near Jeff.
"You know what that was right? Code for 'you'll be givin' me road head the entire way there'." I couldn't believe those words had just come from his mouth, and I knew my expression reflected that. But it didn't shut him up. "He doesn't give a damn about you! He didn't even care that you said one thing ta him just now! Remember I said this, an' don't say no one warned ya; all he's waitin' for is for you ta shut up an' fuck him."
People had started paying attention to the commotion we were causing, clearly speaking harshly with one another. I tired my best to keep things professional with him, to not even speak to him, But Jeff insists on pushing every button he can get his hands on when it comes to me, and I am done taking it. Standing up and over him as he leaned back a bit in his chair to watch what I was about to do, I yelled right in his face, not caring that trainers and crew members and producers and other wrestlers were watching by now.
"You are such a fucking asshole and I'm sick and tired of you!" I actually yelled. Everyone that could was staring. Even the people that were busy were trying to do their job and watch at the same time. Then I did something I've never done before. He's pushed me too far this time though. I'm not going to be berated and taunted for the rest of my career, and he is not going to chase me out of the company either. Enough is enough. The time away from the taunting had given me a backbone of my own; I didn't need to run to daddy, or Matt this time.
So I slapped him. Square in the face.
It was liberating, empowering, and I most definitely did not regret it. The look of pure astonishment on Jeff's face was definitely worth it. I'd spun his head to the side, but he'd quickly snapped it back at me. There was fire in his eyes and I was shocked at my own actions really.
I don't think I'd ever seen him quite so mad before. His eyes blazed at me, and it looked like the mark on his cheek did too.
"Oh god," I heard a heavily breathing Matt groan a he appeared from behind the curtain. It's like Matt has a sixth sense for Jeff and I fighting. He rushed over to us, looking disheveled from his match and stood between us before whining and holding his head. "What now? Can't I leave you two alone for twenty minutes?" he demanded. Matt was about as sick of it all as I was, but he never had an explanation for me when I asked why Jeff was the way he was to me. I was not the crazy one. Jeff was the one who targeted me.
"That bitch slapped me," Jeff hissed, still looking as pissed as ever. I bit down on my lower lip, trying to look ashamed for Matt's sake, but I'm sure he saw right through it. Jeff deserved what he got. .
"X, what the hell?" Matt asked incredulously, not understanding why I'd do something like that just as we're supposed to be going out there. I won't lie, it probably wasn't the most appropriate time to turn our fighting physical, but it had happened now, and there was nothing I could do about it.
"He said something… really fucking mean." My voice cracked as I defended myself. My hands were trembling with the adrenaline rush and I was fighting back angry tears "I can't stand it anymore! I can't be around him," I whimpered to Matt before turning my attention to his undeserving brother. "I've never done a damn thing to you and ever since you've met me you've treated me like shit, and in the last six months, you've been brutal. Well I'm fucking done! I'm not going to just sit here and take it anymore! If you don't like me, then just pretend I don't exist! We work together; we have no choice but to coexist. I don't understand why you bring me to this point, all the time." My voice was shaking because part of me was hurt it had to come to this, that Jeff would really be so mean. I had always kind of hoped he secretly didn't mind me and just liked to pick on me, but this went beyond that.
Matt sighed and shook his head, throwing his hands in the air. "You know what guys? I'm done too! I've had enough," he proclaimed, shocking me, since he usually came to my defense. And then he just walked off.
Him being mad t me made a lump crawl into my throat, and I became worried about our friendship. He would never abandon Jeff, not for nothing, so I knew I was the disposable one. I don't think I could handle losing Matt by my side.
I didn't even cast another glance in Jeff's direction as a stagehand called him over, ready to start his music and get his match going.
My career as a wrestler was starting out gloriously.. I already didn't want to be here.
"Well JR, it looks like Jeff Hardy's in trouble," King commentated. The crowd booed as Umaga taunted over a very delirious Jeff, who looked as though he was about to lose his match. I got my cue though, and ran down the ramp, the jeers quickly erupting into cheers as I climbed up the turnbuckle Umaga had his back facing.
As Umaga turned to face whoever had started the commotion, I soared off of the top rope, successfully wrapping my legs around his neck and spinning my body to the side and towards the mat. And just as fast as I had come, I slid out of the ring, grinning as I watched Jeff regain his composure and crawl to his feet.
For a brief second as he caught his breath, he looked at me with eyes that almost seemed apologetic, but a second later he pushed hair from his face and got back in the match, setting a now stunned Umaga up for a successful Twist of Fate. I cheered from ringside as he then climbed the turnbuckle for a Swanton and nailed it, easily picking up the win.
"One-two-three!" I counted along with the crowd and ref, celebrating by jumping around as the bell rang and Lillian stepped up with her microphone in hand.
"Here is your winner and the new WWE Intercontinental Champion, Jeff Hardy!" I walked backwards up the ramp as they announced the winner, watching as Jeff grasped the belt in one hand, his head in the other. He put on his best shocked face and looked to where I stood on the stage, our eyes locking.
I wouldn't even want to hear what bull the commentators were spewing about he and I possibly rekindling our romance now that I was back. Just the mere idea right now was too much. I was just glad I didn't have to kiss him tonight for the cameras.
Fuck Jeff Hardy.
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