Chapter 4 – On The Same Page.

"Hey I wanna talk to you!" Jeff regained his composure and ran after Trish.

Trish ignored him and continued to walk now she had gotten what she wanted she no longer needed to follow him around so she was making her way to class. Jeff caught up to her and grabbed her arm turning her around so she was facing him.

"I'm not helping you now after that little stunt," Jeff said shaking his head.

"Yes you are because you promised and you can't back out on a promise," Trish smiled.

"You obviously don't know me very well then do you," Jeff said flatly.

"Your doing it," Trish shrugged and continued to walk.

"I'm not doing it!" Jeff yelled.

"Oh yes you are," Trish said.

"Not."

"Are."

"Not."

"Not."

"Are."

"See you are," Trish smiled.

"What no you tricked me," Jeff said as he ran after her.

Jeff opened his mouth to speak when he was cut off by another voice one he really didn't want to hear right now.

"What's this a lovers tiff?"

Jeff sighed, "Erm no Mr Bischoff we were on our way to class and Trish wasn't feeling well isn't that right Trish," Jeff looked at Trish.

"Oh yeah," Trish crossed her arms across her stomach and bent forward a little, "yeah real bad cramps you know that time of the month."

Both Jeff and Mr Bischoff pulled a face slightly at this comment then turned away form Trish and continued to talk to each other.

"How nice of you to see if she's okay."

"Yeah well that's me caring and…stuff," Jeff said.

"I'm sure you'll be able to take care of her in detention this afternoon," Mr Bischoff said sternly.

"What!" Jeff yelled his eyes wide.

"That's right you heard me both of you today after school…detention," Mr Bischoff said in the same unforgiving tone as always.

"Why me!" Trish stood straight and yelled.

"Oh I see you've had a miraculous recovery," Mr Bischoff smirked walking away.

The grey-haired man walked away quickly leaving Trish and Jeff alone in the hallway. Trish turned to Jeff and hit him in the arm.

"Nice job jackass."

"What that's supposed to mean I was on my way to class and you stopped me. If you hadn't have done that then I wouldn't have detention again," Jeff yelled annoyed raising his arms up and down by his side.

"Hey don't yell at me this is all your fault. If you hadn't have stopped me and started whining then I wouldn't be in detention again," Trish yelled.

Jeff was silent as he sighed closing his eyes then opened them, "you know what I'm gonna go before I say something I really regret," Jeff turned on his heel and walked away.

Trish just stood there watching him walk away her face turning into a slight smirk.

"So it's just you two today is it?" Mrs Moolah asked sitting down looking at the two figures in front of her.

Trish and Jeff nodded silently together and walked into the room where they were having detention again for the second time this week. Jeff walked to the back and took a seat at a desk near the window and was about to put his feet up on the other chair when Trish pulled it out from under them and sat down smiling at him.

"You know I'm sure there's laws against this type of thing," Jeff sighed.

"So things got a little heated between us before so I'm being the bigger person and am willing to let you apologize," Trish smiled cheerfully.

Jeff's head spun round, "me?"

"Yeah you," Trish smiled.

Jeff laughed, "erm let me think…no."

"Jeff we need to get along or we'll never get this plan done," Trish said her brown knotted,

Jeff laughed again, "I don't want to do this stupid plan."

"The plan is not stupid and we are doing it," Trish said flatly ignoring the look she was getting off Jeff, "now first things first…"

"So are you going to follow me around permanently then?" Jeff cut her off.

"Pretty much yeah," Trish nodded cheerfully.

"Okay just do one thing for me please…stop being so damn cheerful you're like one of those robots in the Stepford Wives…seriously its creeping me out," Jeff pulled a face.

Trish frowned a little, "sorry if I'm a little happy not all of us walk round like our dog just died. It'd do you good to smile once in a while."

"I don't so smiling," Jeff said looking out the window.

"Sorry I forgot your all about dark and brooding," Trish said laughed.

Jeff furrowed his brow at Trish.

Rolling here eyes she spoke, "you go round in all black clothing being all mysterious and silent. You make a big deal about being different and you love the fact people think your weird…yet inside your just a little boy who never got enough love," Trish said in a mock baby voice as she pinched at his cheeks.

Jeff knocked her hand away and gave her a look as though she was completely insane as that's what he thought she was at the moment.

"Okay please don't ever do that again...now can we get on with your crazed revenge plot," Jeff sighed.

"Okay Mr Moody oh and it's not crazed its slightly psychotic," Trish grinned.

Jeff closed his eyes and sighed he knew this was going to be a very long hour indeed. Trish then proceeding to ignore Jeff and pulled a file out of her bag and opened it on the desk and pulled out a pink pen with fluff on the end and began to write at the top of a sheet of paper. REVENGE PLOT. Jeff peered over to see what she was doing and furrowed his brow.

"Trish you can't write that."

"Why not," Trish asked looking up over her shoulder.

"What if people see it?" Jeff said.

"So," Trish shrugged.

"Well you could at least think of a better name for it be imaginative," Jeff said shrugging he didn't want to appear too interested in it all.

"Well your so imaginative you think of one," Trish said with lips pursed.

Jeff sighed shaking his head if he'd learnt one thing today it was don't argue with the blonde he never seemed to win. Instead he just shrugged and Trish went back to writing.

Ten minutes later Trish sat back up and looked over at Jeff who had his eyes closed and was leaning against the window. Trish smiled a little thinking how peaceful he looked while he was sleeping which is why she did what she did next. Picking up her file she lifted it high and then dropped it back on to the table loudly. Jeff shot awake and looked round seeing Trish smirking he rolled his eyes and sat back in his seat.

"So I've made a few guidelines for the plan," Trish grinned.

"Great I'm all ears," Jeff said rolling his eyes.

"I saw that," Trish said narrowing her eyes as she pulled her note pad in front of Jeff, "well look at it," Trish ordered him.

"Okay jeez…what am I looking at?" Jeff asked as he opened his eyes.

"I made a little plan for the next few days," Trish smiled proud of herself.

Jeff peered at the notebook on the desk and remained silent.

"So?" Trish asked.

"There's no way I'm going to a school football match," Jeff shrugged.

"Oh Jeff please John will be playing," Trish said enthusiastically.

"What do you plan on doing exactly there will be hundreds of people there?" Jeff raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Oh you know just some small things, hide his clothes, food dye in his boots, itching powder in his underwear, laxatives in his drink…" Trish said this as though it was completely normal.

"You sound like you've done this before," Jeff said smiling a little as he thought about John taking laxatives.

"Yeah well I spent three consecutive years at cheerleader camp, trust me those girls are bitches," Trish nodded.

Jeff couldn't help what he did next and found himself laughing to whish Trish was surprised a little.

"Was that a smile," Trish grinned, "see I knew it was in there somewhere," Trish said as she once again pinched at his cheeks.

"I made it pretty clear not to do that again," Jeff waved her hand off and turned so he was facing her he was silent then sighed, "so unfortunately it looks like I'm stuck helping you, sooooo I've made a few guidelines of my own," Jeff said nodding.

"Oh really this should be good," Trish grinned.

"Well first of all I like the way I look so don't be expecting to do any sort of a make over on me, second I'm not in anyway shape or form pretending to be your boyfriend to make John jealous, thirdly I need personal space," Jeff nodded as he was finished.

Trish was silent, "a make over I never thought about that."

"And your not going to so, I've seen enough of those sappy chick flicks to know it never works out," Jeff nodded.

"You watch chick flicks?" Trish grinned.

"Mickie used to watch them…back to my point no make over," Jeff insisted.

"Jeez paranoid much," Trish laughed loudly.

"With you I have to be," Jeff said smirking.

"I'm choosing not to take that as an insult," Trish faked a smile.

Silence once again hit the pair as both remained silently thinking about the next few days and what exactly it was going to bring. Finally Trish looked over at Jeff.

"So the game tomorrow?" Trish asked.

"Not going," Jeff mumbled back.

"Yes you are. I'll pick you up and drive us there," Trish explained.

"Hey I thought you said your car was…ah heck never mind I shoulda' known," Jeff shrugged.

"Tonight you'll think of some ideas for Mickie okay then tell me tomorrow, we can spend Sunday planning the whole thing out, oh yeah since were spending time together you can help me with my Prom Queen campaign too just posters and…"

"Wha no way…you said nothing about a Prom campaign," Jeff shouted loudly.

"Jeffrey please just listen to me before you start with the negative attitude again," Trish sighed.

"I am not negative I am what's called realistic something you obviously know nothing about," Jeff said with a furrowed brow.

Trish pulled a face and mimicked Jeff, "your helping me…it's not much so don't worry."

Jeff stared at the unfazed blonde and sighed he realised this was his life for the next few weeks he resolved to just agree with her from now on. He didn't think his mind could take it if he didn't.

"How long for?" Jeff raised and eyebrow.

"A few weeks," Trish responded.

"What about the revenge plot how longs that?" Jeff asked.

"I guess till graduation maybe," Trish shrugged.

"You're just going to carry on doing small pranks on him for four weeks," Jeff asked confused, "won't it get…boring."

"Well I was thinking about that, I thought just little things for now until I decide on something final," Trish explained.

"Define final?" Jeff asked.

"You know something big that will really embarrass him like he did to me," Trish sounded a little bitter.

"You're really pissed at him aren't you?" Jeff asked.

"He…he hurt me okay," Trish said her cheerful tone gone.

Jeff looked over at the blonde who was looking down at the desk quietly. He knew she was upset he almost felt sorry for her if she wasn't so crazy. Jeff smiled.

"I think we have some laxatives in the cupboard at home," Jeff said suddenly.

Trish looked up at him her smile returning, "now you're speaking my language."

The rest of detention went by pretty quickly with Jeff finally agreeing to help Trish he for some reason felt compelled to help her as he knew how upset she must have been as he was pretty hurt to by Mickie. They found themselves brain storming idea for John they didn't even get onto their idea for Mickie. Jeff was a little hesitant on getting revenge on Mickie as he didn't feel so scorned like Trish did.

Jeff sat silently waiting for the beep, "hey it's me again…erm I just wanted to talk but never mind…bye," Jeff hung up and sat back

That had been the fourth time he had called Mickie in the last two days. He knew he shouldn't have but he couldn't help it. Maybe he just liked the misery.

Looking back down at the sheet of paper in front of him he sighed. He needed to get at least one idea down before he went to bed. He needed something to show to Trish tomorrow. It was just difficult for him to think of things for Mickie, he didn't want to hurt her or embarrass her. Having had enough he stood up and stretched then stepped back from the desk.

As he did the phone began to ring loudly. Jeff pounced on it before it even let out another ring.

"Hello," Jeff said quickly.

"Why aren't you working?"

"Excuse me?" Jeff said confused..

The person sighed, "I said why aren't you working I know you've done nothing."

"Trish is that you?" Jeff asked a hint of let down in his voice.

"Don't sound so pleased to hear me I might get an ego," Trish joked.

"We both know that would never happen," Jeff said sarcastic.

"Jeff less sarcasm and more work and stay off the phone," Trish said.

"You called me," Jeff replied.

"No I mean the billions of other times," Trish sighed.

"Are you spying on me?" Jeff looked round his room.

"The window Jeff," Trish sighed.

Jeff stopped still and walked to his window and looked out. Sure enough the house over Trish was sat on her window ledge looking at him with her phone to her ear.

"You're spying on me," Jeff said shocked.

"Not all the time and well I knew you'd get nothing done," Trish shrugged, "you've spent the entire time on the phone."

"I can't believe you've been watching me," Jeff seemed stunned.

"Oh it's not like I've seen anything," Trish's lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"Did you actually want something?" Jeff asked, "or are you just trying to annoy me outside of school as well?"

"Yes I need to tell you something important," Trish said.

"Can it wait I'm tired," Jeff said yawning.

"Well no," Trish said shaking her head.

"Trish," Jeff said seriously.

"Yeah," Trish responded.

"Goodbye," Jeff hung up the phone and closed his blinds waving.

Jeff then casually threw the phone to the ground and lay back on his bed yawning loudly. This had been a weird week for him and he knew it was probably going to get weirder. Jeff felt his eyes closing and himself drifting off to sleep when he was woken by a loud noise. Looking up he saw his bedroom door open and Trish come casually walking in. Jeff jumped up.

"What the hell are you doing? You can't just walk in here like that," Jeff said loudly.

"I knocked first," Trish said with her hands on her hips.

"I could have been naked or something," Jeff yelled.

"Jeff your window his right across from mine if I wanted to see you naked I could," Trish smirked.

Jeff eyes opened wide, "get out."

Trish rolled her eyes, "scared I'm gonna find your Playboy or something."

Jeff stood up and walked over to her, "what do you want?" he tried to ask calmly.

"I wanted to tell you something then you hung up which is way rude by the way," Trish said with eyes narrowed.

"Please will you leave I need my sanity for the rest of this plan," Jeff begged.

"Look I came to help you and to stop you from calling Mickie every ten seconds…talk about desperate," Trish said rolling her eyes.

"Firstly plotting revenge on your ex is exactly moving on is it and second it'snone of your business anyway," Jeff replied.

Trish nodded as she sat down at his desk and looked over at him for the first time she looked semi sane, "yesterday when I went home I spent two hours just calling John's cell and listening to his voicemail," Trish said sounding normal, "I understand what your going through Jeff which is why this plan is so perfect I wouldn't ask you to do it if I didn't think it would help."

Jeff looked at her and for the first time he actually listened and took in what she said, "fine you can stay but don't move or touch anything," Jeff said loudly.

Trish held her hands up, "like I would anyway your room is a dump."

"Hey I like it this way," Jeff said annoyed.

"Figures."

Jeff sighed and sat on his bed looking at Trish who was looking round his room with intrigued eyes. Finally she looked back at him.

"You wanted to tell me something," Jeff said.

"Oh yeah," Trish smiled and nodded.

A/N: It took me forever to write this as I got major writers block and got side tracked with my other stories. But i'm back now with tonnes of ideas so expect updates soon i just love writing scenes with Trish and Jeff in all my stories.

Anyway keep the great reviews coming!