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A/N: Okay, so I didn't want to start any more stories, I really didn't. But this just came to me. And I know some of you are probably sick of Jeff. But... yeah, I don' think I could ever get sick of him, and I've been itching to write heel Matt and this idea just popped into my head and I couldn't think of any other better superstars to involve. I might end up writing most of this in Jeff's POV, I'm not sure yet. This chapter is going to be third person though. In kayfabe; circa a little before the recent draft.

About A Girl

Prologue

"It's in your head." Jeff Hardy turned away from the laptop screen and towards Shane 'Hurricane' Helms at those four simple words. His brows knit together and he shook his head, unbelieving.

"It's not, man." He looked back at the computer screen and ran his chipped, black fingernails through his blue toned hair. "Look at her."

Helms sighed and rolled his eyes, trying to humor his friend and look at the image of the Daily Diva on the WWE website. Of course Jeff would be a sucker for her; plenty of men would. Hurricane was smarter than that though. "Yeah, I see her."

Jeff's head whipped back around to look at his long time friend, and one of the only people he trusted now that Matt, his own brother, had turned his back on him. Jeff fixed a hard gaze on the superhero, green eyes scalding. "What's the tone for?"

Hopeless. That's all Shane saw before him. A hopeless, infatuated, lust-struck man, and it made him sick to see a one Jeff Hardy in this state. It was borderlining pathetic how transparent this entire situation was. "Look man, yeah. She's hot. But all the Divas are hot." Jeff snorted in response, clearly not completely in agreement, especially when none compared to the one whose image glowed on the flat computer screen. "Jeff man... I'm gonna be blunt about it. You only want her so you can try and hurt Matt. But what you don't get is—"

"Shut up." Jeff's interruption fell on deaf ears though as Helms continued on.

"I said, what you don't get is," he repeated, voice louder than Jeff's. "He doesn't give a shit about her. All she is ta him is a piece of easy, convenient ass."

Jeff's fist landed on the wooden table they were seated around in the corner of his hotel room. His intense eyes filled with betrayal at his friend's words, but all Shane saw was the youngest Hardy trying to cover the surprise he felt when Shane revealed he knew the truth.

Jeff was silenced, only for a minute though as he pondered, not his friend's words, but instead the woman who'd unknowingly won his affection. "I bet she's never been loved. Like, loved for real."

Hurricane's head fell back and he released an exasperated growl, calloused hands sliding over his face. This was too much, even for a man as patient as he. Standing, he stormed over to the hotel door, ready to get away from Jeff, who clearly was delusional if he thought he was in love with the promiscuous Diva.

"There's obviously somethin' wrong with that girl if she's shackin' up with your brother almost every fuckin' night even after she knows everythin' he's done to ya! Matt's not even the only one she fucks! She's not gonna want you like you think you want her! God Jeff! She's just a... slut! And if you can't see that, then I can't help you!"

With that final outburst, Hurricane slammed the hotel door behind him, marching down the hall just in time to see the young woman in question sneaking around in bare feet, wearing nothing but skimpy underwear and a t-shirt he was familiar with being owned by Matt Hardy, two bottles of water in hand.

She flashed him a dimpled smile as she stopped in front of one door, knocking briskly before the door was pulled open and there was Matt Hardy, wearing nothing but a sheet. The leggy Diva walked in past him, handing him one of the water bottles and running a manicured hand over his chest before disappearing from Shane's sight.

"What're you lookin' at?" Matt snapped at Shane once he was noticed by the elder Hardy brother. Then Matt's lips twitched up into that evil, little smirk he'd adopted before he closed the door.

And that's the only thing that made Shane Helms realize that Matt knew.

Oh yes, Matt Hardy knew all about what his younger brother wanted.