Chapter Three

"Well I hope you had a good time," Jeff said, as he and Jem entered the hotel. "Yeah, I did. Thank you," she replied, giving him a huge smile. "Well I guess I'll see you at the arena tomorrow," he said. "Yeah. Do you have a match?" she asked. "Nope, do you?" he asked back. "Yep, my first match," she answered excitedly. "Good luck," he said, as the elevator door opened. "Thanks, I can use all the luck I can get," she replied, walking in. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said. "You're not going up?" she asked, as he took out his cell phone. "I have to make a phone call," he answered simply. "Oh, well okay. See ya," she said, as the door shut.
The next morning, she and Trish tiredly walked to their car so they could drive to their next destination. "I don't understand why we couldn't stop in the little café and get breakfast," Trish said annoyed, as she threw her suitcase in the trunk. "We can just get something on the way like at Starbucks or something," Jem suggested, getting in the car. "Fine. I guess you're right," Trish said, plopping down into the drivers seat. "What has gotten into you?" Jem asked curiously. "My neck is just really sore from yesterday's match," Trish answered, rubbing the spot that was giving her trouble. She turned on the car and the two women screamed when someone knocked on the back window. They turned around and both gave out a relieved sigh when they saw it was Chris. "You scared the hell out of us," Jem said, rolling down her window. "Sorry, but I just needed to ask you guys if I could get a ride?" he asked. "Sure, hope in," Trish answered, as he smiled. "Thanks," he said, opening the back door and getting in with his suitcase and all.
"One venti iced caramel machiatto," Jem ordered, as the cashier woman grabbed the cup. "That's huge," Chris commented, as she chuckled. "I know," she said, as the woman told her how much it was. She handed her a ten dollar bill and took back her change. As Chris went up to order his drink, a small boy and his mother approached the thee of them. "Sorry to interrupt you, but do you think my son could get your autographs?" she asked, as Jem shook her head. "Not at all," she said, grabbing a pen that was hooked to her pants. The boy handed her a magazine which she noticed was the RAW magazine. "I know I'm in here somewhere," she said, flipping through the pages. "Aha," she said, when she found her picture. She signed her name and then handed it to Trish who gladly signed it. "My turn," Chris said excitedly, which caused the young fan to laugh. He signed his name and gave the boy a hug. "Thank you so much," the mother said, as the two of them walked away. "Wow did you see that? Chris is nice to fans," Jem joked, as he nudged her shoulder. "Woman abuser," she hissed, as he scrunched his nose. "Iced venti caramel machiatto," the cashier woman said. "That's me," Jem said, grabbing her cup. She sipped a little bit of it and closed her eyes. "Yumm," she moaned out, as Trish grabbed her cup. "My drink doesn't quite give me that effect but whatever," she said, as the two ladies began walking towards the doors. "Wait up," Chris called, as they stuck their tongues out and walked outside.

:: New Jersey ::

When they arrived at the arena, they signed autographs for fans and then went inside to find their locker rooms. "Jeff!" Jem exclaimed, the minute she saw him. He turned to look at her and gave her that sexy smile that she just adored. She ran over to him and they hugged for a quite a while. "They are going out?" Chris asked, as Trish gave him a weird look. "Of course they aren't going out," she answered, as if he were stupid. "Oh. I just thought maybe they were," he said, as she apologized. "I don't mean to be snappy, I'm just in pain," she said, as he shrugged. "It's fine," he replied simply, as he walked away from the sight before him.
"So what's going on between you two?" Trish asked, when Jem arrived at the locker room. "Nothing, Trish," she answered, rolling her eyes. "Well I mean you hug him and you go out to dinner," Trish said. "Yeah, but we're just friends," Jem replied, trying to hide the disappointment, but it wasn't fooling Trish. "And you want it to be more?" she asked flat out, as Jem looked up at her with a sad look. "Yes," she answered truthfully. "It can't be anything more," Trish warned her. "Why not? There is nothing wrong with becoming more than friends," Jem said, grabbing her arm pads and knee pads. "If you say so," Trish replied, sighing. "I'm not going to continue with this conversation," Jem said, grabbing her attire out of the closet and walking into the bathroom. Trish watched her slam the door and she shook her head. "I just don't want to see you hurt," she said, even though she knew her friend couldn't hear her.
"Making her way to the ring, Jem!" Lilian exclaimed, as the crowd cheered wildly. Jem pointed to a sign that had her name on it and then frowned when Victoria came out. She jumped around in the ring getting pumped up until the bell rang to start the match. They started out with some punches until Jem got the upper hand with a suplex. Back and forth and back and forth with different moves until finally Jem super kicked Victoria. She went up to the top rope and did the 450 splash and got the three count. "No!" Victoria yelled, as Jem began walking up the ramp.
She walked backstage and widened her eyes when she felt someone hug her. She pulled back and smiled when she realized it was Jeff. "Hey, did you watch?" she asked, wiping the sweat off her face. "Yep. You were great. You are great," he said, as she laughed. "You're too nice," she replied, as Lisa-Marie approached them. "You almost broke my nose, but besides that I'm fine," she said. "Sorry," Jem replied, biting her lip. "It's cool. You're one hell of a fighter," Lisa-Marie commented. "Should I be scared?" Jeff asked, raising his eyebrows as Jem rolled her eyes. "Yeah, very scared," she answered sarcastically. "Jem, Lisa-Marie, excellent match," Stephanie said out of nowhere, approaching them. "Thanks," the two women said in unison. "Well I'm going to go, but maybe we can get a bite later," Jeff told Jem, as she nodded. "Anytime," she said, as he kissed her cheek. He walked away leaving Stephanie and Lisa-Marie looking at her with curious looks on their faces. "Nothing is going on," Jem said, tired of repeating that sentence constantly. "Never said anything," Stephanie replied, in defense. "Okay well I'm going to go get dressed, but thanks again for the compliment," Jem said, as she hugged the two women.
"Good match," Trish said, trying to start conversation. Jem pulled on a black long sleeved shirt, ignoring her best friend. "Good match," Trish repeated, a little louder. "I heard you," Jem said, zipping up her bag and swinging it around her shoulder. "You can't still be mad at me. I didn't mean to upset you," Trish said, trying to reason with Jem. "I'm not mad. I'm just sick of you thinking Jeff is going to hurt me," she replied. "Okay look. I won't say anything else about it," Trish said. "Fine, but if something slips out, I'll be really mad," Jem said, as Trish shook her head. "I'll watch my mouth," she said, giving out a half smile. "I trust you," Jem replied, extending out her arms. They hugged each other and then walked out the door to drive to the hotel.

:: Autograph Signing ::

"This is my first signing," Jem told Trish, Chris and Adam as they made their way to a Walmart in Trenton. "They are fun. The fans are great," Chris said, raising his sunglasses to his head. He looked out the limo window and closed his eyes. "Paul hit me in the head hard last night," he complained, as Jem wrapped her arm around him. "Is Chrissy-Wissy in pain?" she asked, taunting him. He turned to look at her and narrowed his eyes. "Don't start with me," he said jokingly. "Oooh Jem, back off," Trish said laughing with Adam. Jem fisted her hands and pretended to punch Chris. He fell back as she raised her arms. "I'm the winner!" she exclaimed, as the limo stopped. "We're here," Trish said, as the driver opened the door for them. The fans outside began screaming when the four of them got out. Security guards helped them into the store and they each sat in a separate chair next to each other. "You four ready?" one of the security guards asked. "Yeah, bring them on," Chris answered, taking the cap off his pen.
"Is it normal for me to feel so hungry after an autograph session?" Jem asked, hearing her stomach growling. "Not at all. Let's go eat," Trish said, as they got into the limo. "Where do you want to go?" Adam asked. "Anywhere," Trish and Jem answered in unison. Adam laughed at the two of them as Chris whispered something to the driver. "What did you tell him?" Adam asked. "I just told him to stop anywhere to eat," Chris answered, sitting next to Jem. He stretched his arms out and then smiled when he noticed there was a bottle of wine in the little ice box. "Well lookie here," he said, grabbing it. "Put that back, Chris," Trish giggled, as he grabbed the bottle opener. "Nothing is going to happen," he said reassuringly, as Adam grabbed four glasses off the counter. He handed them out and helped Chris pour the wine. Jem took a sip and moaned. "God how I've missed drinking," she said, gulping it down faster than anyone could believe. Chris widened his eyes and laughed. "Wow, looks like we have a drinker in the house," he said, as he poured her some more. She shrugged innocently and sipped some more. "This is good," Trish commented, smelling it. "Did you just smell it?" Jem asked, laughing uncontrollably. "Yes, it's normal," Trish answered defensively. "I know, but it just looked funny," Jem said, laughing harder. "Are you already drunk?" Chris asked, as she gave him a weird look. "Of course not," she said, as the car stopped. "How's this?" the driver asked, opening the door. Chris poked his head out and nodded. "It's fine," he said, stepping out. He helped both girls out and since Adam was last, he was the one who shut the door. "Oh my God, we have a Macaroni Grill in Las Vegas!" Jem exclaimed, looking at the restaurant. "Really? Is it good?" Trish asked, as they walked in. "Well the one in Las Vegas is, so I'm guessing this one is as well," Jem answered. The hostess walked up to them and smiled wide. "Four?" she asked, as they all nodded. She grabbed some menus and led them to a small table near a window. "Your waiter will be here in a second," she said, handing them each a menu and walking away. "What do you recommend?" Adam asked, as Jem pointed to an entree. "This one. It's bow-tie pasta with mushrooms and chicken," she answered. "Mmm, I think I'm going to have that," he said, as the waiter walked over to their table. "Hi there, my name is Keith," he greeted, setting water glasses down on the table. "Would you like anything to drink besides water?" he asked. "Yeah. Could I have a glass of red wine?" Jem asked, and then winced when she felt Trish kick her shin. "Actually, I think water will be fine," she decided. "Have you decided what you want to eat?" Keith asked. "Yes, I'd say so. What about you guys?" Chris asked, as they all nodded and with that, they ordered their food.

:: San Diego, CA, House Show ::

"It'll be our pleasure to kick both of your asses!" Trish exclaimed into the microphone, as she and Jem began punching Victoria and Gail. Jem ran to clothesline Victoria, but ended up being thrown out of the ring. The two women fought on the outside as Trish and Gail wrestled in the ring. "Throw me into the steps," Jem whispered, as Victoria obeyed. She screamed something foul and then threw Jem right into the steel steps. She squatted down and grabbed a trash can lid and a kendo stick from underneath the ring. She picked up the lid, but out of nowhere, Trish jumped off the ring apron onto her. Gail got out of the ring as well and the four women battled on the outside. Jem picked up the kendo stick as she tossed Victoria into the ring. She hit her competitor in the abdomen and then smack dab on the head. She rolled her up for the pin and got the three count. The crowd cheered loudly as she got on the turnbuckle and posed. She jumped to the outside and joined Trish in slapping the fans' hands and then the two walked backstage.
"Are you okay?" Jem asked, when Lisa-Marie entered the locker room. "Of course. You barely hit me," she answered smiling, as Jem put her hands on her hips. "I'll have to hit you hard next time," she joked, unlacing her wrestling boots. She took them off and set them in her bag when she noticed a little white envelope with her name on it. "Do you know who this is from?" she asked, as Lisa-Marie shook her head. "No. Ask Trish," she answered. "I would, but she's in the shower," Jem said, as she began opening the small envelope. She took out the card and smiled when she read it. "It's from a secret admirer," she said, as Lisa-Marie ran over to her. "Let me see!" she exclaimed curiously. "We've been out to eat more than once before and every time I see you near me, I smile. I always just want to bring my hands up to your face and caress softly. I think you know how I feel because I don't really hide my feelings when I'm around you, but in case you don't know, I'll be known as your secret admirer," Jem read, handing it to her friend. "Who do you think it is?" Lisa-Marie asked intrigued. "Jeff," Jem answered, smiling dreamily. "Really?" Lisa-Marie asked. "Well yeah. He and I have gone out on more than one date and he and I don't hide the fact that we have feelings for each other," Jem answered. "I'm so happy for you. Are you going to tell him you know it's him?" Lisa- Marie asked excitedly. "Yes, but not yet. I'll wait for more cards," Jem said, as Trish walked out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her. She noticed the two of them looking at her and she stopped. "What?" she asked. "Guess who sent me a card saying they were my secret admirer?"Jem asked, jumping up and down. "I don't know. Tell me," Trish answered. "Jeff!" Jem screamed, as Trish plugged her ears with her fingers. "If it says secret admirer, isn't it supposed to be secret?" she asked, rolling her eyes. "Well yeah, but it's just obvious it's Jeff," Jem answered, setting the card back in the envelope. "I'm going to take a shower and then I'm going to go see my favorite blue-haired man," she said happily, as she ran into the bathroom.