Author's Notes – Yay! I'm updating this fic pretty regularly. I'm pretty damn proud of that. Not much to say this time...so enjoy!
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Disclaimer – I do not own the WWE, any of it's character, or any of the people used in this fic. Hell, I don't even own Lionel (read the first fic to know who he is), though this time, a good portion of the plot is mine! Anyways, what I'm trying to say is please don't sue me...I don't have much.
Swearing Off
Jay woke up and started attempting to ease the pain in his neck. You'd think he would be use to sleeping in chairs by now, but it still hurt. He looked over to the bed where Trish was still sleeping peacefully and remembered the events of last night.
With Trish sobbing in his arms, Jay pulled her further into his room and shut the door. He stood there holding her until her sobs grew softer, and then he asked the inevitable question.
"Trish," he started as he took a step back to look into the blonde's bloodshot eyes, "honey what happened?"
"I had my date with Randy tonight. And everything was going okay, not great but okay. But we got back to the hotel and he asked if I wanted to have a cup of coffee with him in his room. But before he even started the pot, he was trying to shove his tongue down my throat. Oh Jay you were right!" Trish cried.
"What happened after that?" Jay asked attempting to stay calm and not fly down the hall to beat Randy senseless for causing Trish the slightest bit of pain.
"I told him to slow down, that I wasn't ready for what he wanted," Trish sniffed as she continued; "He said that I wouldn't know if I was ready until I tried a little more. That's when I said no and I told him I was going to go back to my room. But then he grabbed my arm and told me that no one says no to Randy Orton and then he...he..."
"Did he hurt you? I swear Trish, I'll kill him if he did," Jay growled.
"No, he didn't hurt me, not really."
"So what happened to your shirt?" Jay asked pointing to the torn fabric.
"Randy started kissing me again and he tried to get my shirt off and it ripped. That's when I kicked him." Trish smiled slightly at this thought.
"You kicked him?" Jay nearly laughed. "Dare I ask where?"
"Use your imagination," she answered as Jay chuckled. "But when he was down, I ran and got halfway down the hallway before I realized I was so scared I was crying, and then I remembered what you told me earlier and our fight and I felt so bad. I should have listened to you, I'm so sorry."
"It's ok Trish, it's ok," Jay said soothingly as he pulled her into a hug.
"Good morning," a soft voice said shaking Jay from his thoughts.
"Morning," he said with a smile, "did you sleep alright."
"Best night's sleep I've had in a while," Trish said sitting up, "for some reason I think I sleep better when you're around."
"Good to know I can help with something. Do you want some breakfast? I can run downstairs and grab some if you'd like." Jay offered.
"Actually, how about I go change and get cleaned up and I take you out for breakfast?"
"Trish, you don't..." Jay started before she cut him off.
"I do. Sometimes I feel with everything you do for me, I don't do enough for you. So please, Jay, let me take you out for breakfast." Trish gave Jay her best 'puppy-dog' look and he quickly caved. "Great, I'll pick you up in thirty minutes." And with that Trish left for her room to get ready.
1 hour later
"Now see, why can't there be more guys like you out there?" Trish asked as she sipped at her coffee. "Sweet as can be, great conversationalist, funny..."
"Don't forget charismatic," Jay threw in.
"Very funny," Trish continued, "But what happened to all of these guys, why are they such jerks?"
"Well, some of them are naturally jerks, others get driven to it by women like Torrie. They get hurt and burned so much they figure what's the point?" Jay explained.
"Well then why aren't you a jerk?"
"It's never been in my nature to be a jerk," he shrugged. "Don't worry though, you'll find your good-guy soon enough."
"It's good one of us believes that, because I don't. You know what, I think I'm just going to swear off men and dating. It doesn't seem to be doing much good for me so why bother right?" Trish said.
"Yeah, but you don't want to be single forever do you," Jay asked, his heart slowly sinking.
"It's better than going through everything I've been through in the last month," she shrugged.
Jay just nodded, not sure of what to say but knowing he had to do something to show her there was a great guy for her...but how?
