Title: She's A McMahon, Damn It! -Chapter 4.
Author: Carly.
Characters: Jeff Hardy and Taylor Edwards.
Taylor entered her apartment and dumped all her bags on the sofa. She had returned home to get some work from college and more clothes. She would be leaving the next day to travel with Jeff, Matt and Amy. They had all been hanging together over the past few days and Taylor had grown quite close to them. All her friends were surprised that she was back. Unfortunately, Hannah was there and had invited some friends over, Paula included. Hannah was good mates with some of Taylor's mates and had moved in. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and took a huge gulp from it and moved her bags into her bedroom.
"Mand, do you know what Professor Thomas wants to see me about?" she asked, going back into the main room and taking another sip of water.
"Umm, well he asked me if I knew anything about your family or something. He wants to see you as soon as possible," she replied. Taylor was confused. Why would he want to know about her family? Her gut instinct was telling her something was going. She went back to her room and sorted some more clothes out. When she had finished packing and started the laundry, she had a shower then went straight to bed to catch up on sleep as her and Jeff had found more interesting things to do each night! And they were both exhausted as a result.
When she awoke the next morning, it was eight o'clock. She climbed out of bed and had a quick wash. Her flight was at ten and she still had loads to do. Quickly changing into pink jeans, a white top with pink sleeves and a pink bandana, she applied her makeup then ordered a cab to take her to the airport. With only an hour and a quarter left, she grabbed a cereal bar and apple then walked the five blocks to five blocks to college. The halls were already packed. Fighting her way through the crowds, she found Professor Thomas' room.
"Hi sir, my friends said you wanted a word," she said, obviously in a hurry.
"Yeah. I'm worried about you Taylor, you don't seem very happy," he explained, showing complete and genuine concern.
"Look with all due respect, I don't like discussing my life with strangers." The pupils of his next class had entered and Taylor turned to leave.
"I know who you are!" he blurted out.
"How? Look, never mind, I have to go, I'm leaving town for a few days."
"Don't go if you don't want to face him, Taylor. I know what happened that night." The other people stopped talking and listened to the conversation. Feeling the tears threatening to fall, she walked out of the room. She returned back to the flat and found all her friends, and Hannah, sitting around the table eating breakfast. Ignoring them, she fled to her room and let the tears plunge down her cheeks. How the hell did he know about her? She understood exactly when he mentioned about not having to face him. The man who helped destroy her life and relationship with her family. She had kept that night a secret from everyone after telling her family but they didn't believe her. She wanted to call Jeff and cancel her plans to travel with them. 'No, he's not going to ruin my life!' she thought, determination filling her body. Grabbing her bag after hearing the beeping horn of the cab, she left without saying goodbye to anyone. While on the way to the airport, she reapplied her makeup to disguise the evidence that she'd been crying. She paid the diver then checked her bags through.
"Flight to New York is now boarding," someone announced over the speaker. With her tickets, passport and handbag, she queued to board the plane. She handed her ticket and passport then stepped onto the aeroplane and found her seat. She immediately put the headphones on, wanting to get away from everything. A little while later, they had taken off. The WWF were doing their shows in Madison Square Gardens for that week. Throughout the flight, Taylor planned a way to avoid everybody. She didn't want to risk any chance of being found by the McMahon's or him. It didn't take long for her to drop off. But an hour later, someone awoke her and she found that they had landed. She exited the plan then retrieved her luggage before finding a cab to get to the hotel.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for Jeff Hardy's room. He's expecting me," Taylor explained to the receptionist of the hotel.
"Ok, what's your name please? I'll call Mr. Hardy just to check," she asked back, politely,
"Taylor Edwards." The receptionist smiled then dialled his room number. "Hello, Mr. Hardy. Taylor Edwards is here. Shall I send her up?…Okay, thank you. Bye, sir. Everything's fine. It's room 308 on the third floor." Taylor smiled appreciatively then made her way up to him. She found his room and knocked lightly, waiting for him to answer. After a few seconds, the door swung open and she felt him pull her. Jeff smiled at her then leant down, pressing their lips together. They pulled apart after a few minutes and hugged.
"God, I've missed you," he said, pulling away.
"I've missed you too but I have jetlag and I'm not feeling too good so I need sleep. I doubt I'll be getting out from bed much." Jeff raised his eyes at her. "No, not like that!" she laughed. He pouted in mock sadness then led her to the bed so she could sleep. Pulling her rough jeans off, she climbed under the covers. Pretending she was ill was just an excuse so she didn't have to leave the hotel room much. Jeff laid beside her and held her close. He definitely had missed her. There was something about Taylor that made her different from his old girlfriends. And he had never fallen for someone as hard and fast as he done with her. Placing a soft kiss on her forehead, he watched her sleep serenely.
Days passed quickly. Taylor really wanted to tell Jeff everything but somehow resisted doing so. Although she hadn't seen anyone, there had been countless of times when she's had to quickly hide when Vince, Shane or Stephanie were in view. Linda wasn't with them as she'd had things to sort at home. On the Tuesday afternoon, she was alone in the hotel room when there was a knock at the door. She looked through the peephole and saw Amy in the hallway. She opened the door and invited her in. Amy hugged her then sat on the bed.
"Listen Taylor, I know we've haven't been friends for that long but I can detect you're hiding something and if you ever need to talk, I'm here for you," Amy explained, sincerely.
"I know and I'm grateful but it's something I can't talk about," she replied, sitting next to her.
"Okay, no problem but I'll always have a shoulder to cry on. Hey, do you want to come shopping with some others and me tomorrow? It's just me, Trish, Nora, and Stephanie." Taylor would have agreed until she heard Steph's name.
"Umm, I think me and Jeff are doing something. I'll decide in the morning."
Author: Carly.
Characters: Jeff Hardy and Taylor Edwards.
Taylor entered her apartment and dumped all her bags on the sofa. She had returned home to get some work from college and more clothes. She would be leaving the next day to travel with Jeff, Matt and Amy. They had all been hanging together over the past few days and Taylor had grown quite close to them. All her friends were surprised that she was back. Unfortunately, Hannah was there and had invited some friends over, Paula included. Hannah was good mates with some of Taylor's mates and had moved in. She grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and took a huge gulp from it and moved her bags into her bedroom.
"Mand, do you know what Professor Thomas wants to see me about?" she asked, going back into the main room and taking another sip of water.
"Umm, well he asked me if I knew anything about your family or something. He wants to see you as soon as possible," she replied. Taylor was confused. Why would he want to know about her family? Her gut instinct was telling her something was going. She went back to her room and sorted some more clothes out. When she had finished packing and started the laundry, she had a shower then went straight to bed to catch up on sleep as her and Jeff had found more interesting things to do each night! And they were both exhausted as a result.
When she awoke the next morning, it was eight o'clock. She climbed out of bed and had a quick wash. Her flight was at ten and she still had loads to do. Quickly changing into pink jeans, a white top with pink sleeves and a pink bandana, she applied her makeup then ordered a cab to take her to the airport. With only an hour and a quarter left, she grabbed a cereal bar and apple then walked the five blocks to five blocks to college. The halls were already packed. Fighting her way through the crowds, she found Professor Thomas' room.
"Hi sir, my friends said you wanted a word," she said, obviously in a hurry.
"Yeah. I'm worried about you Taylor, you don't seem very happy," he explained, showing complete and genuine concern.
"Look with all due respect, I don't like discussing my life with strangers." The pupils of his next class had entered and Taylor turned to leave.
"I know who you are!" he blurted out.
"How? Look, never mind, I have to go, I'm leaving town for a few days."
"Don't go if you don't want to face him, Taylor. I know what happened that night." The other people stopped talking and listened to the conversation. Feeling the tears threatening to fall, she walked out of the room. She returned back to the flat and found all her friends, and Hannah, sitting around the table eating breakfast. Ignoring them, she fled to her room and let the tears plunge down her cheeks. How the hell did he know about her? She understood exactly when he mentioned about not having to face him. The man who helped destroy her life and relationship with her family. She had kept that night a secret from everyone after telling her family but they didn't believe her. She wanted to call Jeff and cancel her plans to travel with them. 'No, he's not going to ruin my life!' she thought, determination filling her body. Grabbing her bag after hearing the beeping horn of the cab, she left without saying goodbye to anyone. While on the way to the airport, she reapplied her makeup to disguise the evidence that she'd been crying. She paid the diver then checked her bags through.
"Flight to New York is now boarding," someone announced over the speaker. With her tickets, passport and handbag, she queued to board the plane. She handed her ticket and passport then stepped onto the aeroplane and found her seat. She immediately put the headphones on, wanting to get away from everything. A little while later, they had taken off. The WWF were doing their shows in Madison Square Gardens for that week. Throughout the flight, Taylor planned a way to avoid everybody. She didn't want to risk any chance of being found by the McMahon's or him. It didn't take long for her to drop off. But an hour later, someone awoke her and she found that they had landed. She exited the plan then retrieved her luggage before finding a cab to get to the hotel.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for Jeff Hardy's room. He's expecting me," Taylor explained to the receptionist of the hotel.
"Ok, what's your name please? I'll call Mr. Hardy just to check," she asked back, politely,
"Taylor Edwards." The receptionist smiled then dialled his room number. "Hello, Mr. Hardy. Taylor Edwards is here. Shall I send her up?…Okay, thank you. Bye, sir. Everything's fine. It's room 308 on the third floor." Taylor smiled appreciatively then made her way up to him. She found his room and knocked lightly, waiting for him to answer. After a few seconds, the door swung open and she felt him pull her. Jeff smiled at her then leant down, pressing their lips together. They pulled apart after a few minutes and hugged.
"God, I've missed you," he said, pulling away.
"I've missed you too but I have jetlag and I'm not feeling too good so I need sleep. I doubt I'll be getting out from bed much." Jeff raised his eyes at her. "No, not like that!" she laughed. He pouted in mock sadness then led her to the bed so she could sleep. Pulling her rough jeans off, she climbed under the covers. Pretending she was ill was just an excuse so she didn't have to leave the hotel room much. Jeff laid beside her and held her close. He definitely had missed her. There was something about Taylor that made her different from his old girlfriends. And he had never fallen for someone as hard and fast as he done with her. Placing a soft kiss on her forehead, he watched her sleep serenely.
Days passed quickly. Taylor really wanted to tell Jeff everything but somehow resisted doing so. Although she hadn't seen anyone, there had been countless of times when she's had to quickly hide when Vince, Shane or Stephanie were in view. Linda wasn't with them as she'd had things to sort at home. On the Tuesday afternoon, she was alone in the hotel room when there was a knock at the door. She looked through the peephole and saw Amy in the hallway. She opened the door and invited her in. Amy hugged her then sat on the bed.
"Listen Taylor, I know we've haven't been friends for that long but I can detect you're hiding something and if you ever need to talk, I'm here for you," Amy explained, sincerely.
"I know and I'm grateful but it's something I can't talk about," she replied, sitting next to her.
"Okay, no problem but I'll always have a shoulder to cry on. Hey, do you want to come shopping with some others and me tomorrow? It's just me, Trish, Nora, and Stephanie." Taylor would have agreed until she heard Steph's name.
"Umm, I think me and Jeff are doing something. I'll decide in the morning."