(Chapter 10)
His heart felt like it was beating in his head, and all the people Jeff passed seemed to be staring as he ran down the long staircase to the lobby. Thank God Trish didn't chase after him, although she probably wanted to. As he reached the doors, Matt, Amy, Adam, and Jay were all walking up the stone steps. Matt was the first to see him. "Jeff?" He said, "Where's Trish?" Jeff sighed and hurried down the stairs to be with them. "Matt," He said, trying to ignore everyone staring, "I think I just made a horrible mistake."


While the boys were talking with Jeff, Amy slowly climbed the stairs and knocked on Jeff and Trish's hotel door. "Trish?" She said softly through the door, "Trish, hun, it's Amy. Open up." There was a small pause on the other side of the door, then it slowly opened a crack and Amy could see the blonde peek through. "See?" She said, "It's just me." Trish laughed a little, then opened the door wider and motioned Amy in.
"So," Amy began, "Do you wanna tell me what happened?" "Well, I always do tell you my embarrassing moments," Trish said pathetically, folding her arms over her chest. "It's okay, Trish." Amy reassured her, "You know you can tell me anything." "Alright," Trish blew a few bangs away from her eyes. "Something happened at that bar Matt pointed out two years ago, which is sorta the main reason Jeff and I broke up. And when I saw it…I…I just kinda…fell apart." Trish wiped a few mascara trails off of her cheek. "I didn't know what else to do, go I ran back to the hotel and Jeff ran after me. He came into the hotel room…he was holding me…And I told him I loved him. And do you know what he said?" Amy didn't have the greatest feeling inside of her. "What?" She choked.
"Nothing," Trish lost eye contact and looked towards the ceiling, "And then he ran away." "Oh, Trish…" Amy soothed, bringing the blonde into her arms.
Amy couldn't believe what Jeff had done. He loved Trish, but then when she expresses the same feelings he runs off. As she held the blonde against her, she could only hope the boys were knocking some sense into Jeff's skull.


"Okay," Adam began, "So, why did you run off?" "I dunno," Jeff stuttered, "It was just too much. I mean, before she told me one thing, then tonight she told me something totally different. It just took me by surprise, I guess, and I didn't know what to do." "So you left her!?" Matt shouted.
"Whoa, wait a minute, Matt." Jay interrupted, "Calm down. I can kinda see where Jeff's coming from here." When both Matt and Jeff looked at him strangely, he began to explain. "Look, the guy's obviously upset. Confused. What else was he supposed to do?" "Um, how 'bout tell the truth to his woman and live happily ever after?" Adam said, although he was trying not to be as cocky as Matt. "Guys," Jay said sternly, "I think we should leave this to Jeff and Trish, don't you?" They all nodded in agreement. "Here's one piece of advice," Adam added, "Just tell her how you really feel." "Right," Jeff said, and turned to go back into the hotel. He was a little embarrassed that all of his closest friends now knew what happened with him and Trish, and there was a pair of WWE Divas in his hotel room that were ready to scratch his eyes out.


Just as he began to walk up the staircase, Amy emerged from the hotel room and met him half way. "She's heartbroken, Jeff." She said as they both simultaneously stopped. She was about to say something else, but stopped herself and continued walking down the stairs.
Jeff watched as she walked away, then made his way back up the stairs. Dreading the site of the blonde that he knew he would see once he opened their hotel door.
As he approached the door, he realized he didn't know what the hell he was going to say. "Trish.." He squeaked as he knocked his fist against the thick door. There was a silence on the other side of the door, then it suddenly flung open and Jeff's stood heartbroken, staring face-to-face with the woman he loved, but hurt so badly.
"Can I explain?" He asked quietly. Although she had a fierce tint of anger in her eyes, her features were saddened as she nodded solemnly. She walked back into the room and sat on the bed, Jeff followed, shutting the door behind him.
"Okay," Trish said, sounding to-the-point but still upset, "Explain." "The truth is, I never meant to hurt you, baby. I'm sorry," Trish didn't respond, she just sobbed into her hands as she sat upon the edge of the bed. Instead of continuing, Jeff stood Trish up. "C'mere," He said. She sobbed into his chest, letting all her tears fall wherever they wanted. As Jeff stroked her blonde hair, she finally came together.
"I'm sorry, Jeff." She laughed a little, "I didn't mean to just fall apart like that," she rubbed here eye, causing the mascara and dark eye-makeup to smear, making it look like she had just received a black eye. Jeff laughed and stepped forward, "Here...let me fix that,"