Title: She's A McMahon, Damn It! -Chapter 2.
Author: Carly.
Characters: Jeff Hardy and Taylor Edwards.
It was nine o'clock and Taylor was standing in front of the mirror eyeing her appearance. She was wearing blue leather trousers covered in a pattern of flames and a short sheer black blouse that was tied just under her chest, showing her black bra. Her long brown hair was plaited a few times on each side and it hung loose, cascading down her back. She had kept her makeup simple enough for her liking; her smoky eyes were neutralised with a wild plum coloured lip stick. Taylor had always been slim but she had toned her stomach up over the years. And like all the females in her family had a slightly small chest. Though she wasn't flat, she was about a 'B' cup. But she had taught herself to always be proud of her body.
"Taylor, hurry up," Amanda yelled from the living room. "Everybody's waiting for you."
"Ok. I'm coming," she replied, obviously somewhat annoyed. Grabbing her black bag, she left her bedroom and climbed into the car. A few moments later, they were on their way to the party. It was being held at Paula Nelson's house. Paula was in the year above them at college and was very popular. She was head of one of the sororities that all the girls wanted to join. Everyone wanted to get to know her, as she was rich. Guys only wanted her because she was 'easy'. Eventually, they pulled up at her house and all scattered inside. People were either dancing, chatting, at the refreshment table or furiously making out. Her house was massive and there were a lot of people there. It didn't take her long to spot Darren. He and his mates were in the corner, huddling closely looking at something, which Taylor guessed was drugs. She often got the impression that they were the sort to take them. All her friends had disappeared somehow, sucking up to Paula probably.
"Taylor, right?" a voice came from behind her, making her turn around. "I'm Paula, you should know me…everyone does."
"I bet they do, especially the guys," she mumbled under her breath. Paula looked at her questioningly. "Yeah, it's Taylor. I'm going to get some air." She turned around to leave when Paula stopped her, gripping her arm. She grinned, fairly evilly then explained if she was feeling ill, the bathroom was second door on the left. Taylor snatched her arm away then went to get herself a drink, passing all the sex-crazed couples playing tonsil-tennis with each other. She grabbed a can of coke from the fridge and went outside. She could still hear the blaring music and she knew the neighbours would soon start complaining. Even outside, people were still making out while others were throwing up due to the excessive amount of drink they'd consumed. Sighing, she retreated back inside and went into what she thought was the bathroom where Paula had told her it was. Only, she discovered it was a bedroom and Darren and his mates were on the bed.
"Hey, it's Taylor," he slurred, standing up and grabbing her. She tried to free from his grip but he only tightened it and then threw her to the bed. Darren climbed on top of her and roughly kissed her neck while his friends held her down.
"Get off me!" she screamed. "Leave me alone." She tried to fight him off but he proved too strong. Instinctively, her knee shot up into his groin. He fell to the floor in pain, clutching himself. His mates quickly go to check on him. Taylor tried to escape from the room but Darren brutally grabbed her ankle making her fall to the floor. Ignoring the pain, she kicked his arm away then shot down the stairs. She walked as fast as she could, passing everyone. Then, she set eyes on Paula who had a knowing smile on her face. 'It was all planned!' she concluded angrily in her mind. She left the house and began walking home, even though she knew it would take her a long time. Within twenty minutes of her journey, she had had enough. The pain of her ankle was unbearable. She sat on the edge of the sidewalk, tears slowly slipping down her cheeks.
"Excuse me? Are you ok?" a southern accent came from behind her. Wait. She knew that voice. She looked into his green eyes as he bent down to check her ankle.
"You're Jeff Hardy. I'm such a huge fan of yours," Taylor said, laughing slightly. Jeff laughed along with her then commented on how most fans screamed when they recognised him. "Well, I can hardly jump about with my fucking ankle."
"What happened anyway? It's badly swollen."
"I was at a party and literally getting harassed by these creeps. I tried to get away after kneeing one of them but he gripped my ankle and pulled me back down."
"Come on. I'll help you home." With that, he helped her up and slipped his arm around her waist so that she didn't have all her body weight resting on her ankle. With Taylor giving her directions, they finally arrived at her apartment. They had talked quite a bit on the walk home, getting to know one another slightly. Fortunately, the apartment was empty. She took off her heels the instant she got inside. Jeff got some ice from the fridge and set it on her ankle. She gasped it was so cold. He chuckled at this and sat down next to her. "I wish I'd known the WWF was doing a show here. I would've gone," she said, resting her head on the back of the couch. Jeff smiled happily at her.
"Well, I am in the WWF, I could get you a ticket and maybe we could go out after. I'll get you backstage and we could get something to eat," he suggested, hopefully. A huge smile produced on her face and she hugged him, nodding furiously. But at the same time, she was worried she would bump into either her parents, Stephanie or Shane. She'd just have to take that chance. They talked for hours about their lives but Taylor never once talked about her family. Around one in the morning, Jeff left after exchanging cell phone numbers.
So, on Thursday, she went straight home to get changed. It took her an hour to finally decide what to wear. She wanted to like elegant yet casual. She ended up wearing back flared jeans and a white top with the words 'Goddess' emblazoned on it underneath a see-through black shirt. She was happy with the final results and grabbing her bag, made her way to her car. She drove for quarter of an hour and eventually arrived at the arena. There were herds of fans there and Taylor wasn't quite so sure anyway. Swallowing her pride, she hesitantly approached the door as the security guard asked her name.
"I'm Taylor Edwards. Jeff Hardy invited me along," she explained, calmly.
"Yeah, he told me about you. Follow me, I'll escort you to him," he offered. She trailed along behind him until they finally reached the room. She had been on her guard the whole time, afraid of bumping into Shane, Steph, Linda or Vince. Luckily, she hadn't. She nervously knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. Finally, Jeff came to the door.
"Hi," he greeted, enveloping her into a hug. "I'm glad you came. How's you ankle?" he asked, concerned, ushering her inside.
"It's okay. It's aching because I've been walking on it all day," she told him, sitting on the bench. She instantly became calm with his presence. He began to make conversation with her but he could tell that there was something wrong. Sitting next to her, he lifted her chin up, asking her if she was okay. She simply nodded at him and relaxed a bit more. They were chatting for half an hour when Matt and Amy entered the locker room. Their clothes and hair were slightly rumpled and their faces were flustered. It was clear what they'd been doing. Jeff laughed at their appearance and introduced them to Taylor.
"Hi, I'm Amy and this is Matt. I guess we've been busted. Anyway, Jeff seems keen on you so don't worry about it," she laughed.
"Yeah, he kept me up half the night talking about you," Matt joked. Taylor blushed while Jeff glared at them like he could kill them. They quickly scattered from the locker room, leaving Jeff and Taylor alone. He apologised to her but she surpassed him. He began preparing for his match, talking with her and stretching at the same time. Around nine o'clock, he left for his match with Matt and Amy against Shane, Lisa and Lance. After a successful win, they came back and showered. For the rest of the night, her and Jeff went to a nearby diner and had something small to eat. They were sitting face-to-face but he then sat next to her.
"Taylor, I know it's very soon but I think I'm falling for you. You're amazing and I want us to be together," he told her, looking her softly in the eyes. She couldn't believe what was happening. They'd only met a few days before and he was already in love with her! Then again, she did feel the same. Realising he was still waiting for an answer, she pressed her lips t his.
"Jeff, I do feel the same but if we get together, we have to keep it quiet. It's complicated and maybe I'll explain one day, but for now…" She kissed him once more then snuggled up to him until it was time to leave.
Author: Carly.
Characters: Jeff Hardy and Taylor Edwards.
It was nine o'clock and Taylor was standing in front of the mirror eyeing her appearance. She was wearing blue leather trousers covered in a pattern of flames and a short sheer black blouse that was tied just under her chest, showing her black bra. Her long brown hair was plaited a few times on each side and it hung loose, cascading down her back. She had kept her makeup simple enough for her liking; her smoky eyes were neutralised with a wild plum coloured lip stick. Taylor had always been slim but she had toned her stomach up over the years. And like all the females in her family had a slightly small chest. Though she wasn't flat, she was about a 'B' cup. But she had taught herself to always be proud of her body.
"Taylor, hurry up," Amanda yelled from the living room. "Everybody's waiting for you."
"Ok. I'm coming," she replied, obviously somewhat annoyed. Grabbing her black bag, she left her bedroom and climbed into the car. A few moments later, they were on their way to the party. It was being held at Paula Nelson's house. Paula was in the year above them at college and was very popular. She was head of one of the sororities that all the girls wanted to join. Everyone wanted to get to know her, as she was rich. Guys only wanted her because she was 'easy'. Eventually, they pulled up at her house and all scattered inside. People were either dancing, chatting, at the refreshment table or furiously making out. Her house was massive and there were a lot of people there. It didn't take her long to spot Darren. He and his mates were in the corner, huddling closely looking at something, which Taylor guessed was drugs. She often got the impression that they were the sort to take them. All her friends had disappeared somehow, sucking up to Paula probably.
"Taylor, right?" a voice came from behind her, making her turn around. "I'm Paula, you should know me…everyone does."
"I bet they do, especially the guys," she mumbled under her breath. Paula looked at her questioningly. "Yeah, it's Taylor. I'm going to get some air." She turned around to leave when Paula stopped her, gripping her arm. She grinned, fairly evilly then explained if she was feeling ill, the bathroom was second door on the left. Taylor snatched her arm away then went to get herself a drink, passing all the sex-crazed couples playing tonsil-tennis with each other. She grabbed a can of coke from the fridge and went outside. She could still hear the blaring music and she knew the neighbours would soon start complaining. Even outside, people were still making out while others were throwing up due to the excessive amount of drink they'd consumed. Sighing, she retreated back inside and went into what she thought was the bathroom where Paula had told her it was. Only, she discovered it was a bedroom and Darren and his mates were on the bed.
"Hey, it's Taylor," he slurred, standing up and grabbing her. She tried to free from his grip but he only tightened it and then threw her to the bed. Darren climbed on top of her and roughly kissed her neck while his friends held her down.
"Get off me!" she screamed. "Leave me alone." She tried to fight him off but he proved too strong. Instinctively, her knee shot up into his groin. He fell to the floor in pain, clutching himself. His mates quickly go to check on him. Taylor tried to escape from the room but Darren brutally grabbed her ankle making her fall to the floor. Ignoring the pain, she kicked his arm away then shot down the stairs. She walked as fast as she could, passing everyone. Then, she set eyes on Paula who had a knowing smile on her face. 'It was all planned!' she concluded angrily in her mind. She left the house and began walking home, even though she knew it would take her a long time. Within twenty minutes of her journey, she had had enough. The pain of her ankle was unbearable. She sat on the edge of the sidewalk, tears slowly slipping down her cheeks.
"Excuse me? Are you ok?" a southern accent came from behind her. Wait. She knew that voice. She looked into his green eyes as he bent down to check her ankle.
"You're Jeff Hardy. I'm such a huge fan of yours," Taylor said, laughing slightly. Jeff laughed along with her then commented on how most fans screamed when they recognised him. "Well, I can hardly jump about with my fucking ankle."
"What happened anyway? It's badly swollen."
"I was at a party and literally getting harassed by these creeps. I tried to get away after kneeing one of them but he gripped my ankle and pulled me back down."
"Come on. I'll help you home." With that, he helped her up and slipped his arm around her waist so that she didn't have all her body weight resting on her ankle. With Taylor giving her directions, they finally arrived at her apartment. They had talked quite a bit on the walk home, getting to know one another slightly. Fortunately, the apartment was empty. She took off her heels the instant she got inside. Jeff got some ice from the fridge and set it on her ankle. She gasped it was so cold. He chuckled at this and sat down next to her. "I wish I'd known the WWF was doing a show here. I would've gone," she said, resting her head on the back of the couch. Jeff smiled happily at her.
"Well, I am in the WWF, I could get you a ticket and maybe we could go out after. I'll get you backstage and we could get something to eat," he suggested, hopefully. A huge smile produced on her face and she hugged him, nodding furiously. But at the same time, she was worried she would bump into either her parents, Stephanie or Shane. She'd just have to take that chance. They talked for hours about their lives but Taylor never once talked about her family. Around one in the morning, Jeff left after exchanging cell phone numbers.
So, on Thursday, she went straight home to get changed. It took her an hour to finally decide what to wear. She wanted to like elegant yet casual. She ended up wearing back flared jeans and a white top with the words 'Goddess' emblazoned on it underneath a see-through black shirt. She was happy with the final results and grabbing her bag, made her way to her car. She drove for quarter of an hour and eventually arrived at the arena. There were herds of fans there and Taylor wasn't quite so sure anyway. Swallowing her pride, she hesitantly approached the door as the security guard asked her name.
"I'm Taylor Edwards. Jeff Hardy invited me along," she explained, calmly.
"Yeah, he told me about you. Follow me, I'll escort you to him," he offered. She trailed along behind him until they finally reached the room. She had been on her guard the whole time, afraid of bumping into Shane, Steph, Linda or Vince. Luckily, she hadn't. She nervously knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. Finally, Jeff came to the door.
"Hi," he greeted, enveloping her into a hug. "I'm glad you came. How's you ankle?" he asked, concerned, ushering her inside.
"It's okay. It's aching because I've been walking on it all day," she told him, sitting on the bench. She instantly became calm with his presence. He began to make conversation with her but he could tell that there was something wrong. Sitting next to her, he lifted her chin up, asking her if she was okay. She simply nodded at him and relaxed a bit more. They were chatting for half an hour when Matt and Amy entered the locker room. Their clothes and hair were slightly rumpled and their faces were flustered. It was clear what they'd been doing. Jeff laughed at their appearance and introduced them to Taylor.
"Hi, I'm Amy and this is Matt. I guess we've been busted. Anyway, Jeff seems keen on you so don't worry about it," she laughed.
"Yeah, he kept me up half the night talking about you," Matt joked. Taylor blushed while Jeff glared at them like he could kill them. They quickly scattered from the locker room, leaving Jeff and Taylor alone. He apologised to her but she surpassed him. He began preparing for his match, talking with her and stretching at the same time. Around nine o'clock, he left for his match with Matt and Amy against Shane, Lisa and Lance. After a successful win, they came back and showered. For the rest of the night, her and Jeff went to a nearby diner and had something small to eat. They were sitting face-to-face but he then sat next to her.
"Taylor, I know it's very soon but I think I'm falling for you. You're amazing and I want us to be together," he told her, looking her softly in the eyes. She couldn't believe what was happening. They'd only met a few days before and he was already in love with her! Then again, she did feel the same. Realising he was still waiting for an answer, she pressed her lips t his.
"Jeff, I do feel the same but if we get together, we have to keep it quiet. It's complicated and maybe I'll explain one day, but for now…" She kissed him once more then snuggled up to him until it was time to leave.