Raw was live, as always, from New York that night. Trish ran down the hall, towards Jeff's locker room. It had been a month since the two had slept together. Trish had made sure to avoid Jeff, as he did the same to avoid her. Trish was ready to put her plan into action. She had never met Beth before, so she didn't really mind if she hurt her.
Trish stopped infront of the Hardy's locker room. She smoothed a winkle out of her shirt, and knocked. Matt answered. He opened the door wider for her to come in.
"Hey Trish. I was just going to see Amy." Matt waved a little at her, starting to walk out of the locker room. Jeff looked up, seeing Trish.
"Matt! You never said you were going to see Amy!" Matt stopped walking, and turned around looking at Jeff.
"I forgot?" Matt walked off, before Jeff could reply. Trish walked into the locker room, shutting the door, and sitting down on a bench, looking like she was about to cry.
"Whats wrong, Trish?" Jeff finally asked. Trish sniffled. She was an excellenct actress.
"I..I'm.." She stopped, just for effect.
"Your what, Trish?" Jeff shifted on the bench, watching her closely, and gulping.
"How's Beth?" She asked, changing the subject. She had to make it seem like she didn't want to ruin his realtionship, or hurt him in any way for him to totally beleive her.
"Beth's okay." Trish looked at him. She was having second thoughts about telling him.
"Just last week we went out to the movies, and then went out for dinner. It was so much fun!" He added, not being able to hide the smile on his face. Thats all Trish needed. All her second thoughts washed away, as they were replaced with jealousy. She simply didn't care who she hurt. As long as she got her way, and got what she deserved.
"Something you wanted to tell me?" Jeff asked, obsevering the fact that she looked like she was fighting a mental war. Trish nodded.
"I..I'm.." She paused, a tear fell down her cheek. She never meant to cry. It just sort of happened. Trish just couldn't hold in any more of her pent up fraustations, fears, or anger. Trish leaned back against the wall crying, her macarcsa started running down her cheeks, in thick black lines, but it didn't stop the tears. "Jeff, I'm pregnent!
Trish stopped infront of the Hardy's locker room. She smoothed a winkle out of her shirt, and knocked. Matt answered. He opened the door wider for her to come in.
"Hey Trish. I was just going to see Amy." Matt waved a little at her, starting to walk out of the locker room. Jeff looked up, seeing Trish.
"Matt! You never said you were going to see Amy!" Matt stopped walking, and turned around looking at Jeff.
"I forgot?" Matt walked off, before Jeff could reply. Trish walked into the locker room, shutting the door, and sitting down on a bench, looking like she was about to cry.
"Whats wrong, Trish?" Jeff finally asked. Trish sniffled. She was an excellenct actress.
"I..I'm.." She stopped, just for effect.
"Your what, Trish?" Jeff shifted on the bench, watching her closely, and gulping.
"How's Beth?" She asked, changing the subject. She had to make it seem like she didn't want to ruin his realtionship, or hurt him in any way for him to totally beleive her.
"Beth's okay." Trish looked at him. She was having second thoughts about telling him.
"Just last week we went out to the movies, and then went out for dinner. It was so much fun!" He added, not being able to hide the smile on his face. Thats all Trish needed. All her second thoughts washed away, as they were replaced with jealousy. She simply didn't care who she hurt. As long as she got her way, and got what she deserved.
"Something you wanted to tell me?" Jeff asked, obsevering the fact that she looked like she was fighting a mental war. Trish nodded.
"I..I'm.." She paused, a tear fell down her cheek. She never meant to cry. It just sort of happened. Trish just couldn't hold in any more of her pent up fraustations, fears, or anger. Trish leaned back against the wall crying, her macarcsa started running down her cheeks, in thick black lines, but it didn't stop the tears. "Jeff, I'm pregnent!