" Why did I let you talk me into this?"

" Because I'm your best friend and you need to get out."

" I don't want to go."

" You're going."

" I'm not going in there."

" What did I say?"

I can't believe this. I actually allowed Trish to drag me from my hotel and out into the streets of this city we're staying in. I don't have any dislike for this city; I just don't feel like dancing or going out tonight.

We're in…where are we again? Oh yeah, Anaheim. It's a nice place really. I'd like to come here on vacation and sun bathe. I've never really had time to do something like that.

But right now, I want to be in my bed and watching the 'DBZ' marathon on the AnimeNation channel. I like anime. But I've never said anything about it. I'm not really a club/dancer type of person. I prefer to sit on the sidelines and watch everyone else have fun. I don't mind; I'm used to being the wallflower.

But Trish decided that I had been in my room too long and just commandeered my closet. She put me in this black cat suit, which I swear she snuck in there, and here we are.

Lita, Jackie and Molly are sitting around me in the both. I listened to them talk about certain things and what they were doing with their men. I didn't have much to contribute. Boys are a waste of time and they could get you off course if you got hurt.

But Lita was being a little too quiet for me and she kept whispering to Trish and smirking at me. She was usually the one that got us in the middle of a dance line or had to be carried out because she got too rowdy. She loved to make jokes and fun of the guys. Now she and Trish were all buddy-buddy?

" You're awful there Li-li. What's up?" I wanted to know what was up. They were being just a little too chummy for me and I didn't like the way this was going.

" I was watching what was going on during your match and, uh, what's up with Jeff?"

I glare at Trish. She whistles innocently and pretends to look off in the corner. Yeah, gurl, I know you blabbed. I'll get you for that; Running off at the mouth about my love life; or lack there of. I'ma getcha Trish…

" Trish?" I continue to glare at the obviously guilty blond and cross my arms.

" It slipped?" She shrugs and drinks some of her drink. Slipped? My A! I bet she deliberately told her about what happened and thinks she's getting at something.

" I oughtta slip my foot in your behind Stratus! I told you there was nothing going on between me and the Hardy Boy so drop it."

" Then why did he save you?"

" Because he's a babyface! He can't help it!"

" You just admitted you were attracted!" Trish pointed accusingly at me. I didn't say he was attractive. Alright, he's cute and he could get away with murder if he gave you puppy eyes, but that doesn't mean I'm attracted. Merely noticing his outlook and noting it away for future reference.

" It could have been anybody. I don't know why you're all reading so much into this. I don't have time for a boyfriend nor do I need one. You wouldn't make such a fuss if someone like Raven saved me."

" Someone like Raven wouldn't save you. Jeff Hardy would and he did and I say go for it." Molly piped.

" And I say you're all going to grow old mindin' otha folks business and not your own." I swear they could be such schoolgirls sometimes. The way they gossip over every little thing and read into everything that happens.

" So you don't think he's cute?" Jackie cuts in at this point. I like her. Jackie was who I wanted to be like when I started to train. She's a bad girl and no one messes with Jackie. Even the men steer clear from her. I bet she could make Brock Lesnar cry.

" I haven't honestly thought about it. He's not really my type."

" You're avoiding the question. Don't you think he's cute?"

" He's…attractive. In a boy-next-door, all-American sort of way." Well, what am I supposed to say? The boy isn't ferocious. He's kinda cute and he could be adorable if he tried to be.

Geez, now they got me doing it!

" Then there's your answer. You're attracted. So why don't you give it a shot?"

" I said, he ain't my type."

" Then what is your type? What's wrong with him?" Lita pushed her drink aside and now they were all listening intently. What is this, he 3rd degree? I ain't on the stand here! When did we start playing 20 questions with Jazz's love life?

" There's nothing wrong with him. He just isn't my type. I'm not the one to go for babyfaces. He is…endearing, I suppose. But I'm more of the girl that likes bad boys. He takes losing too well. Not that he isn't a good wrestler, because he is. He just takes his defeat and goes on like it's nothing. He should at least get mad or something! I'm sick of seeing someone like him lose so much and just take it!"

The boy's got great skills and talent. He really should be winning and not getting cheated. I mean he just his punishment and goes on with the next night. It'd be nice to see him get mad about losing or at least not take it so well. He's got huge flair and he could run as big as HBK. I've heard that he's broken a few hearts before…

" So you'd go out with him if he were more…aggressive?"

" Why is this so important to you Lita?"

" Because you need a man."

" No, YOU need a man. I can do bad by myself. And for the last time, he isn't my type. "

" I'm just saying. Don't count him out yet. He might just surprise you."

Surprise me? Everything that boy does surprises me. I wouldn't be surprised if he kills himself before he's 32. I'm telling you the kid has a death wish the way he just throws himself into the danger like that. I can't tell you how many times I cringe when I watch him go through tables…

But that doesn't mean I care anything about him. I'm just being humane and concerned as far as one WWE superstar to another.

I am absolutely not compatible with babyface Jeff Hardy.