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Chapter Four:

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The arena became quiet. Did he say Jessica? Everyone turned to where his eyes looked. "Damn it!" Jessica muttered, stumping her foot to the floor. The arena was still quite, trying to figure out what was going on. Was this an act, or for real?

"What's going on that I don't know about?" Melinda whispered to Jessica. "And I know everything…so fill me in."

"Nothing…old stuff. Old memories." Jessica replied. Her date looked at her.

"You know him?" he asked.

"Knew…past tense!" Jessica stood up and immediately went to leave the arena. But before she can get completely up the steps, someone grabbed her arm. "Get off me!" she turned.

"Jessica…"

"Leave me alone!" she pulled her arm from him causing her to fall on her ass. He held his hand out, not expecting her to take it. She didn't, he smiled, always independent.

"Is this some sick joke to you? Jeffery Nero Hardy, this isn't funny!" Jessica couldn't keep a straight face, she burst out laughing. She didn't know why she laughed, but to her, she was tired of being mad at him. Yet that didn't stop her from hating him, oh no, she was in love with him all over again, and that's why she never wanted to see him. Even hearing his name would make her get butterflies. That was why she hated him. She didn't want these feelings. None of them.

Jeff's body relaxed, he loved hearing her laugh. Just like old times. Jeff looked around and noticed people were looking at him…and her. The cameras were still rolling.

"Hey, Hardy." A voice called from the ring, it was Edge. "Match or not! Stop talking to your little slut, and get your ass down here! I want that title, I want it now!"

Jeff's head turned towards Edge, he was pissed, he knew it was because this wasn't how the show was 'posed to go, yet he called his girlfriend… ex-girlfriend a slut. Once Jeff turned to Jessica… she was gone.

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Jessica left as soon as she got the chance. She didn't care that she was on national TV being called a slut. She saw how Jeff had gotten pissed when she was called a slut, which made her smile. He still cared. Now that she seen him again, she knew that he was going to be apart of her life. Apart of Nero Anthony Hardy's life, their son. Nero had no clue who his father was, and she always kept it that way. He asked and all she told him was that he was that she was in love with him and he loved her…almost more than anything. Apparently, wrestling was more important.

Once Jessica got out the arena she took a deep breath. Once she breathed out she took out her cell phone. She called Misty.

"Girl!" Misty said answering the phone. "You know Jeff Hardy! You left! Why the hell did you leave!? You need to go back! He looked so crestfallen!"

"So? So did I when he… he left me, two months pregnant!"

"Oh shit! He's Nero's father! Oh wow!" Misty sounded blown away.

"Look, Misty…can you come pick me up?"

"Nero's sleep, I can come get you."

"Never mind. I don't want Nero to be there alone, and I don't want him to wake up. I'll find a way home."

"Still scared to take a taxi?" Jessica rolled her eyes, she hated when Misty brang that up. Two years ago Jessica was in a taxi that crashed, she was okay but the cab driver died.

"Hey! I'm not scared to take a taxi!" Jessica replied lying.

"Not scared?"

"Okay…maybe just a little."

"Ask Melinda to bring you home."

"Please, Misty! Are you serious? I can picture it now, 'so where'd you meet him? Is he single?'" Jessica mimicked. "I don't need her trying to hook me and him up. Been there done that!"

"She doesn't have to know that. Just get home, I would like to leave sometime soon."

"Misty! Ugh, bye!" Jessica hung up, she was pissed off at Misty. Well not really, she just didn't want to ride with Melinda. Melinda would make her go through an interrogation. She could always ride with, what was his name Brent…wait, Brandon…BRYAN! That was it, Bryan. No, she thought he was annoying and didn't pay attention to her. Not like Jeff did, Jeff would cuddle with her as they'd watch wrestling together on the couch. She liked that, of course that was when they were 17. She was living in the memories and needed to look at the present. Well right now the present sucks.

Jessica slowly, almost numbly walked towards the arena. Upon entering she walked straight to the screaming fans. Looking at her watched she noticed that it was 11:35. 'Where the hell did time go?' she asked herself. She pushed through the screaming fans.

"Move! Excuse me! Get the hell out my way." The fans looked at her.

"Aren't you that Jessica girl?" One girl said her hand on her hip. She talked with an attitude that Jessica didn't like at all. Jessica turned.

"What if I am?"Jessica asked back with the same amount of anger, her southern accent coming out. It did every time she was mad.

"I want you to know that what you and him have don't mean anything to what he and I will have!"

"Who Jeff?" Jessica giggled. "You're hilarious, I don't want Jeff. Been there, done that. I had Jeff and he is always going to be a big part of my life. Past, present, future. Sweetie, what you and Jeff will have is nothing. N O T H I N G. Simply for the fact that he doesn't even know you exist. Keep dreamin' babe." Jessica then pushed passed her and began passing the people who laughed. Once she got to the security guard who was pushing everyone away.

"Are you going to let me in." she asked straight up front.

He looked at her up and down. "Got a pass?"

"Not exactly, but I do have…" Jessica put her hand into her pocket and pulled out a quarter. "25 cents."

The security guy she was talking to nudged the other one, "the lady has 25 cents and wants to get backstage." They both laughed.

"That's not funny…okay it kind of is. Don't laugh, though. It's mean. I need to get backstage to talk to Jeff."

"Jeff Hardy? Why would you need to talk to him for?"

"Because, I need…it's none of your damn business! Are you going to let me thru or not?" they looked at her before replying simultaneously with "not."

Jessica then got mad. She needed to get through. She needed a ride home. "Look, how much money do you want?"

"Five thousand."

"Okay, that's easy."

"Each." They replied.

"Do you take checks?"

"No."

"Then you must think I'm crazy. I'm not giving you any of my money." Jessica replied, she had more than five thousand dollars, but that money could be spent on something valuable, like Nero.

"…then stand here all you want…you can't get thru."

Jessica stomped her foot. "Jessica?" A voice called, she turned her head and noticed that behind the security guys was Edge.

"Let her thru." Edge said to them, they nodded and moved to the side. Jessica walked coolly to Edge.

"Thank you so much, Edge…even though you called me a slut." They walked side by side threw double doors. Jessica noticed the crew putting stuff away, other than that it was pretty empty.

"Sorry about that." He smiled. "Call me Adam and I did that to get Jeff in the ring."

"Yeah, what happened between me and Jeff wasn't posed to happen. I didn't even know he was in the WWE. I thought he worked at TNA."

"He returned in August." Edge answered. "How do you know him exactly?"

"Well, Adam. That's none of your business. Since you got me in here…" Jessica trailed off. "I was born here in NYC. Then when I was eight I moved to Cameron."

"I see… then you met Jeff?"

"Yeah…then I met Jeff." Jessica couldn't help but smile. Edge noticed the look on her face when she said that. Maybe they could still be together. Edge wondered. Were they even together? He never talked about a Jessica in all of his time knowing Jeff.

"Where is everyone?" Jessica's voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"Their locker rooms. Jeff should be in the Men's locker room with our other friends and coworkers. It's right here!" Adam replied, stopping at the door. He opened it, "coming?"

"…not yet." She replied. "I'll wait for a minute. Don't tell Jeff I'm here, please."

Adam nodded before entering the room. About five minutes later, Jessica walked in slowly. All the guys were crowded around a table, sitting on couches. Nobody saw her. She smiled.

"Kenny hurry up in the shower we want to go to the club!" the guy she recognized as Randy answered. Around the table was, Carlito, John Cena, Shawn Michaels, Johnny Nitro, Adam and Jeff. Butterflies immediately went into her stomach.

"Yeah, I know that's right…" Jeff spoke up. The guys looked at him.

"What?" he asked, his southern accent clear.

"Nothin', you've been quiet since you seen that girl."

"Yeah, don't tell me she's someone you got laid with and is coming back to sue you for child support." Randy replied. The guys stared at him. "What? That can really mess you up."

"You would know?" Shawn asked.

"So who is she?" Carlito asked.

"A blast from the past." Jeff answered, leaning back on the couch.

"Is that good or bad?" Johnny spoke this time.

"I'm still trying to figure that out."

'Jessica! Speak up, say something!' she mentally screamed at herself. "I've…" her voice trailed off, everyone looked at her. 'Continue your sentence!' "Been wondering the same thing." She said after a silent pause.