Jeff pounded his fist against Matt's dressing room door. "Matthew Moore Hardy, this is not funny! How dare you lock me out! I am your baby brother and you will let me in so we can talk!"
There was no answer from Matt. This was beyond frustrating. After all the times Matt had accused Jeff of being a baby and now he was going to pull this crap? Well screw that. Jeff was going to settle this one way or another. "You've got three seconds to open the door or I'm going to kick it down!" he warned his older brother.
"Like you have the strength to do that Hardy," Miz scoffed. He and Morrison had walked over to him. There was very little doubt that they were planning on rubbing their tattle tale ways in Jeff's face. But what they didn't know was that the youngest Hardy came up with a plan as soon as he saw them.
Jeff grabbed Miz's hands and placed them on his chest. "Help! Help! Somebody help me! Miz is raping me!"
Matt came barreling out of his dressing room like an enraged bull. "GET OFF MY---JEFF THAT IS CHEATING!"
"It's not cheating when I do it," Jeff said. He let Miz go and he ran into Matt's dressing room before the older man could shut the door again. "Now you better tell me what has gotten into you Matty. You shook me and then attacked Adam. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me?" Matt said in disbelief. "What about you? You had sex with Adam fucking Copeland! That's what my problem is!"
"Why is it a problem for you? It's not like we asked you to join or made you watch." Jeff frowned. "Wait, you didn't want that, did you?"
Matt smacked him on the side of the head. "No you damn idiot! Here, let me explain my problem with what you did last night: Adam is a slimy fucking snake. He is a two timing cheating bastard. He will hurt you if you keep seeing him. What in the world is so difficult to understand about that?"
Jeff put his hands on his hips. "You know what Matt? Just because he slept with your girlfriend four years ago doesn't mean he hasn't changed since then."
Matt's eyes darkened. "Do NOT bring her into this. What happened back then is not why I'm upset now. It may be the reason I stopped trusting that asshole in the first place, but he's showed plenty of times since then that he can't be trusted."
"But it's different with me!"
"Really? What makes you think that?"
"Because…I'm…cute and cuddly?" Jeff stammered out.
Matt just stared at him. "Okay, I don't know whether to smack you, myself or just laugh at your dumbness."
"Hey! I am not dumb! You're just mad because I had sex with someone you hate and I'm planning on doing it again."
"You are not going to have sex with Adam again."
"Oh yeah? How do you plan on stopping me?"
Matt raised his eyebrows. "Do you really want me to answer that for you?"
Jeff made a high pitched whining noise and stomped his foot. This was not going the way he wanted it to go. Matt was supposed to stop being stubborn and come around to his way of thinking. The fact that this was not happening was upsetting him greatly. "Matty! I am thirty one years old! You can't tell me who I can and can't have sex with!"
"Don't whine like that. You sound like a child."
"I do not sound like a child!"
Chris opened the door and came in without knocking. "Can you tone down the temper tantrum Jeff? I can hear you all the way across the hallway."
"Ugh! Just forget it!" Jeff pushed past Matt and Chris and stormed out of the room. He was done trying to reason with Matt and he didn't even want to talk to Chris. There will still some wounds from the break-up that hadn't fully been healed, and even being in the same room with his ex still hurt.
Once upon a time, Jeff believed Chris was THE ONE. They had dated for two years and he thought everything had been perfect. But then out of nowhere, Chris broke up with him. To this day, he wasn't even sure why it had even happened. Chris hadn't really given him a real reason. The Canadian had stammered out a few bullshit excuses, but no concrete reason had been given. Honestly, Jeff was afraid to ask for the real reason. If he didn't know the real reason, then he could just go along with what John and Phil's theory: Chris was a complete dumbass.
"Jeff wait up!" Chris called out. He was running to catch up with the rainbow haired man. "I was just joking. I wasn't even across the hallway, I was right outside Matt's door."
"Get away from me Chris," Jeff ordered. He kept walking in hopes that Jericho would just go away.
Chris grabbed Jeff by the arm and made him stop walking. "Come on, don't do this. Don't be like this. Just talk to me for a second. I'm worried about you."
"Get off of me!" Jeff snapped. He yanked his arm away free from Chris's grip. "You don't get to touch me. You lost every right to do that when you dumped me."
Chris winced. "Jeff I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to--"
"Well you wouldn't have broken up with me if you hadn't wanted to hurt me."
"I broke up with you so I wouldn't hurt you."
Jeff frowned. That was the first time that anything Chris said about their break-up that didn't sound like complete and total bullshit. "What are you talking about? That doesn't make any sense!"
Chris just shook his head. "I can't talk about this right now. I'm sorry."
"No, you don't get to walk away from this conversation!" Now it was Jeff who was chasing after Chris. "You turn around and talk to me like a--" He ran into a crate and hit his leg really hard and stubbed his toe. "Ow! Mother fucker!" He hobbled around on one foot until the pain was only a dull throb. By then, Chris was long gone.
"Ugh!" Jeff groaned. He was really unhappy now. "Boys are so stupid!"
Mickie poked her head out of the divas locker room. "Are you okay Jeff?"
He shook his head. "No, I am not okay. Matt's an asshole, Chris is insane and Adam is hiding in a completely different part of the arena! Boys are dumb."
She nodded sympathetically. "I know they are. That's why I switched to women for good."
He made a face. Yes Mickie was pretty, but the thought of girl on girl action was not appealing to him (he was only attracted to boys after all). "Ugh! Now you made me have visuals in my head! Thanks a lot Mickie!" He started walking back to the last place he knew Adam had been. "Adam, I need help! Mickie gave me brain pictures of her lesbian action and I can't get them out!"
