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A/N: It took me three shots to write this chapter, all three completely different. I think this one is the right one to go with though. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Please continue to do so. Now, this chapter is all in Jeff's point of view, and the italics are flashbacks. I put a picture of the OC in my profile. Hope you enjoy!

About A Girl

Chapter 1: Can't Breathe When I'm Around Her

-Jeff's POV-

If the Hindu and Hawaiian gods had come together and tried to mold the most gorgeous and exotic woman in the world, it would be Lavanya.

Shane was so wrong. It's not just because she's in my brother's bed every night. It's not cause I want to take her away from him. It's just her. I can't even breathe with her this close to me, and she's a row ahead and three chairs to the side, sittin' next to Maria for this pre-show conference Vickie called.

She wasn't wearin' anythin' different than what she usually wears backstage; just some worn out jeans and some cut up band shirt. Her clothes were always tight, always sexy, always worn with the flare of a rockstar.

It took all my will not to reach over and brush my fingers through the long, black hair that spilled over the back of her chair. I couldn't do anythin' like that though. That'd just be creepy, right?

I talked a bit to her when I first came over from RAW. But I was a little crazed with the greed of becomin' champ. I didn't notice the potential love interest right in front of me. It actually wasn't until my accidents started happenin' that I think I started to develop a crush. And it has nothin' to do with the fact Matt was hangin' around her. We had a casual friendship at that point...

"Jeff?" There she was, lookin' confused and surprised as I prepared to exit the arena. I'd just interfered in the big title match at Survivor Series. The one I was supposed to be in that night if it hadn't been for a surprise attack in the hotel. "Oh my god. What are you doing here? Are you okay?"

I stopped and watched her as she came closer to me, her dark hair swayin' with every step she took. True, I wasn't in the best mood. Edge won the belt and I know he's the one who attacked me, or at least had a hand in it. But I couldn't lie to myself and pretend her presence didn't make me happier.

I rubbed the spot on my head that had been hit and nodded. "Yeah, I'll live." Her lips curved up into a smile and I couldn't stop starin' at her pierced dimples, fully believin' no other woman could pull that off and make it look as gorgeous as Anya did. "I'm not really s'posed to be here, but damn. I know Edge had somethin' to do with it. Soon as I heard he was in Boston, I fuckin' knew."

Her heavy lashed eyes got large and her glossed lips formed an 'O'. "You really think?" Scratchin' the back of my neck, I nodded. "Wow. Well... good luck with that. I'm just glad you're okay. You had all of us really worried here."

I had to smile. How couldn't I? She was worried about me. That meant somethin', right? "Well, ya don't haveta worry. I'm fine. Just got screwed over really."

"Aw Jeff." I held my breath when her hand rested on my shoulder encouragingly. "You'll get another title shot. You're a great superstar." Those words flattered me, comin' from her at least.

"Anya, have you see—" Fuck. Matt. He's my brother and I love him, but damn, bad timing. "Nevermind. Jeff man, what the hell're you doin' here?"

He walked right up to us and I saw his hand land on the small of her back. My heart kinda sank. I knew they'd been hangin' out more recently, but seriously, I didn't know they were close enough for that to be so casual.

I wasn't comfortable with any of this. The gleam in her eye when she looked up at him. The smirk on my brother's lips when he glanced down at her.

Who was I kiddin' though? Matt was single. I've been taken for ages. I shouldn't even be feelin' this way... this... jealous. Goddamn!

"Come on Matt. It's just a coincidence Edge is here in Boston the day I get attacked? No fuckin' way." As I spoke, Lavanya dropped her head onto Matt's shoulder, lookin' as though she was hangin' on my every word, but she seemed to be cozyin' up to Matt real good.

That was the first time I really noticed there was sometihn' goin' on between them, or could be at some point. But I was with Beth. Man, I wanted Anya bad, but I was committed, and clearly she was down with my brother. I might've been able to get over it.

I ignored their little fling, pretendin' I had no idea what was goin' on when I knew exactly what was happenin'. It got easier when Armageddon rolled around and I won the title. The WWE title.

It would've been a lot easier if she hadn't been so damn cute when I got backstage...

I couldn't wipe the smile off my face as I walked through pats on the back and 'congratulations' from my friends backstage. The belt was in my hands and it was gonna stay there if I had anythin' do with it.

Damn was I tired after that match though. All I wanted to do was take a hot shower and collapse in my hotel room. I pushed my locker room door open and flicked on the light, only to have the shit scared outta me for a second.

"Surprise!" Lavanya bounced on the balls of her feet before she came over to me, twirling around as she threw some confetti up in the air around me.

My breath caught in my throat when her arms wrapped around my neck and I could feel her body against mine. "Congratulations champ," she muttered before backin' off all too soon.

I was finally able to tune into everythin' else in the room and saw Matt, R-Truth, Mickie James and Shane all were there too. I'd been that distracted.

I got hugs from all my friends and congrats before they filed out one by one to get to the hotel and finally get some rest. Pay Per View weeks were always hell.

"For you." I looked right into her eyes and got lost for a minute, just standin' there and starin' while she patiently waited for me to take whatever she was offerin'.

I snapped outta it and tore my eyes away from her dark pools, lookin' to her hand, which was delicately wrapped around a balloon string. I followed the piece of orange ribbon up and saw a helium filled rainbow floatin' near the ceiling.

I couldn't not laugh at that. "Thanks Anya."

That was my first glimmer of hope she could possibly see somethin' in me. I didn't see Matt get one of those little parties from her when he won the ECW title.

I think my luck ran out after that though. More accidents happened. Matt played me like a damn fool, convincin' me it was Edge. But before I knew it was Matt behind everythin', I was driven off the road with Beth. And two days after, she left me. Said it was too much. So I was alone...

How upset could I really be? I was thinkin' about other women all the damn time. One in particular.

Yeah, I'd been with Beth for awhile, but how long had it been so hollow? I didn't even feel sadness; regret. I just kinda felt bad for not feelin' bad.

I stood at the drink machine, gettin' a Powerade, belt comfortably on my shoulder when she approached me. "Hey Jeff."

My breath caught in my throat, like it always did when I turned around and saw her. God, fuck! She was in nothin' but one of those one-pieces with the sides and back cut out, a stud belt and Chuck Taylor boots. She was in some bikini contest tonight; I forgot.

I couldn't look away.

"Matt uh... he told me what happened. How're you doing?" she questioned timidly. I could never be upset at you. Bring up whatever you want!

"Still got my gold right? And my health. Though someone's definitely got it out for me..." I chuckled a little, a bitter tone underneath. She failed to see any humor in the situation I guess though or in my reaction to it.

"It's okay to be upset you know." I'm not upset, don't you get it? In fact, if you said you wanted to elope right now, I'd say yes and never regret it a day of my life.

I sighed and ran a hand over my hair. "Yeah, I know. I just..." My shoulders shrugged, no description of my feelings comin' to mind without soundin' heartless or like a chick on the rebound.

I almost built up the courage to ask her out. I was so ready, especially since it looked like whatever was warmin' up between her and my brother was coolin' off.

I would've done it that night after SmackDown, where I was supposed to restrain myself from killin' Edge until the Rumble and be his guest on The Cutting Edge.

But then there was the pyro accident.

I was kinda in a state of shock when it all happened and after when I was bein' strapped into the stretcher. I was so scared to open my eyes and see nothin' but black. That one's my most valued sense. Fuck, if I couldn't see...

"Jeff! Oh my god! Is he okay?"

I could still hear her panicked voice. When I watched the tape back, I saw she'd gone out to the stage with R-Truth to check on me. Should say somethin', right? She cared so much she couldn't wait till I got backstage.

That was the last interaction I had with her.

Matt turned on me, cost me my title, and on top of all that, I found out for sure through the grapevine they were fuckin'.

Even after she knew it was Matt who was tryin' to fuck my life up so bad.

What a bitch, huh? Didn't bother me though. Sure, now she avoided my eyes, and any other contact with me, but fuck if I'm gonna let him have her after everythin' he's done to me.

I was gonna take Anya from him and any other guy who thought they had dibs on her.