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Hope froze as she heard the door open. She quickly ran to the bathroom, hiding in the shower. Jeff made his way into the room. He saw that John was still sound asleep. Seizing the opportunity, Jeff grabbed the bucket of ice water and splashed John. John jolted awake, cursing like a sailor. He shot a death glare at Jeff as he sat up.

"What the hell was that for?" John asked.

"I need your advice," Jeff replied.

John sniffed the air. "Ugh, what's that smell?"

"Yeah, it's me," Jeff admitted. "Matt hogged the shower and locked me out of our room."

"Use my shower. Then we'll talk."

"You and Hope got trashed last night?"

"You have no idea. I don't know where she went though."

"She's probably with Punk."

"Dude, just go shower."

Jeff flipped him off before going into the bathroom. Hope peered at him between the shower curtains, biting her lip. This so wasn't good. What had she got herself into? Jeff turned on the shower, not noticing Hope. She did her best not to scream when the cold water hit her skin. For a minute, Jeff peered into the shower, almost as if he saw something. Hope quickly ducked behind the blue shower curtain. She watched in awe as Jeff took off his clothes and stepped into the shower. Jeff closed his eyes, letting the water grace his skin as he tilted his head. Hope did her best to stealthily get out of the shower.

Once she got out of the bathroom, she saw John talking to Punk. Shit! Thankfully, Punk's back was to her. John silently told her to hide someplace. The only problem was that she didn't know where to hide. Hope darted under the bed just as Punk turned around.

"Where is she, John?" Punk demanded.

"I told you. Hope's not here," John snapped.

'I know she was with you last night."

"Yeah, last night. She's probably with Maria."

"I just saw Maria. Alone."

"Maybe she got breakfast. I don't know where she is."

"Like hell you don't."

Punk shot a glare at John, shoving past him. John rolled his eyes, shutting the door. He wanted to give Hope her chance to leave, but he heard the shower turn off. Not long after, Jeff got out of the shower. After he was dressed again, he turned to John.

"I don't know what to do about Hope," he said.

"What do you mean?" John inquired.

Jeff sighed. He didn't know how he could explain his feelings. Hope made him feel so…amazing. She was amazing. She was also hiding under the bed, unbeknownst to Jeff. The rainbow-haired warrior sat on the bed, rubbing his face with his hands. He had to choose his words carefully. John and Hope was close friends. Maybe he'd know if Hope had feelings for him. Then again, maybe he didn't. Jeff didn't care. It was worth a try.

"I was the mystery guy," Jeff confessed. "I kissed her that day."

"I had a feeling it was you," John replied.

"But, she's too wrapped up with Punk to see it."

"Jeff, just talk to Hope. She doesn't bite."

"Unless she's asked?"

"Your wit astounds me."

John knew Hope was listening to what they were saying. She was probably shocked at what she'd just heard. John also knew that Punk was only using Hope. How could he prove that? Punk sure as hell wasn't admitting it. Certainly not to John of all people. Jeff knew about the whole thing. He'd admit it. That was for sure. All he had to do was just let Jeff go off about Punk. It probably wouldn't take much.

"Maybe Punk really loves her," John said.

"Bullshit! He's just using her!" Jeff snapped.

"You don't know that."

"Yeah, I do. He said it to my face."

"He said 'I'm using Hope'?"

"No. He said he was using Hope to make me jealous, to torment me."

"I can see it's working."

"Of course. I'm in love with her."

Hope nearly gasped. Jeff was in love with her? All this time she thought Punk was this amazing guy and he turned out to be a liar. The brunette bit her lip to keep from crying. Why did this always happen to her? It was horrible. She should've known the mystery guy was Jeff. She remembered she a glimpse of blue, blonde and green hair. Hope did what she could to cry as quiet as she possibly could. Then it hit her. She was in love with him. Hope Richman was in love with Jeff Hardy. She just wanted to jump out from under the bed and fuck Jeff like an animal. But, Hope couldn't do that. Because then she'd have to explain why she was half-naked in John's hotel room. That wasn't really something she wanted to do. Not now, not ever.

When Jeff admitted his feelings for Hope, John felt inexplicably guilty. He'd had a feeling that Jeff liked her and what did he do? He slept with Hope. Yeah, he was drunk and all but that didn't stop him from feeling guilty. John knew one thing for sure. There was no way Jeff could ever know about his one night stand with Hope. He knew Hope was probably thinking the exact same thing. He frowned, hearing his friend's faint sniffling. He didn't want that. He didn't want Jeff's words to hurt her. John stole a glance under the bed. His eyes briefly locked with Hope's and he saw her tears.

He did it. He finally admitted that he was in love with Hope. Jeff frowned, wishing Hope could've heard him. He doubted he'd get the courage again to say it to her face. Even if he did, she might say that she loves Punk. Jeff couldn't face rejection again. Relationships weren't his thing anymore. He didn't want to give up hope, but what else could he do? He assumed that if Hope had feelings for him, she would've told him already. Did she tell him? No. in Jeff's mind, she didn't care for him that way. If only he knew how wrong he was.

"Tell her," John said. "Tell Hope you love her."

"I can't. It's too…I just can't," Jeff mumbled.

"Yes, you can. Don't be a pansy ass."

"It's not that easy. What if she rejects me?"

"She won't."

"You don't know that?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Look, if you see her, tell I wanna see her?"

"You got it, Jeff."

Once Jeff left the hotel room, John helped Hope out from under the bed. As soon as he saw her tears, he pulled her into a hug. Hope buried her face into John's chest and kept crying. The guilt, the hurt. It was too much. She kept asking herself why. Why her? John was asking himself that too. Why did this happen to such a sweet girl? And why did Punk think he could get away with it? John made a mental note to beat the shit out of him. How could you use a person and feel no remorse? It was a horrid thing to do.

CM Punk sat in Hope's hotel room, laying on the bed. He decided to wait for Hope and possibly take her to dinner. He hadn't been waiting long when Hope entered the room. Punk immediately became concerned when he saw Hope's tears. He rushed over to her, wiping her tears away with his thumb. She wouldn't look him in the eye and he couldn't figure out why. Punk lifted Hope's chin, forcing her to look at him. Hope slapped him hard across the face. Punk stumbled backwards, holding his jaw. He licked his bottom lip, tasting his own blood.

"What the hell was that for?" Punk asked.

"I'm not play thing! I'm not something you can just bet on!" Hope snapped.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You used me!"

"No. Hope, it wasn't like that. I--"

"Save it. I'm not listening to your crap."

"Hope, please. Just let me explain."

"Get out."

"No. We need to talk."

"Fine. I'll go."

Hope turned on her heels and stormed out of the room. Punk just stood there in a daze. Was this really happening? Did he really lose her? No. No, he couldn't have. He never should've used her. He knew it would end up bad. Things like that always did. But, Punk had really fallen for Hope. That's what he wanted to tell her. He had a feeling John told her the real reason behind the Hardy/Punk feud. Typical. Was Hope running to Jeff? That was a good question. Except Punk didn't have an answer. He wanted to win Hope back. That was his new focus. CM Punk always redeemed himself. Although, this wasn't going to be easy. He expected more slaps in his very near future. Slaps across the face among other things. This would be an experience to say the very least.

Hope wanted to crawl under a rock and die. She headed to Maria's and Ashley's suite. Maybe they'd be able to cheer up. The two Divas were exceptionally good at that. But, this time was different. Hope had hit an all-time low. She tried to dry her tears before knocking on the door. The problem was that her tears just wouldn't stop. They kept falling like a waterfall. Maria opened the door and immediately pulled her best friend into a hug. Hope pulled her arms around Maria's neck, sobbing even more. The two girls went inside, sitting on the bed.

"He was using me," Hope whispered.

"Who? CM Punk?" Ashley asked.

"Yeah."

"That jackass!" Maria snapped.

"You dated that jackass," Ashley pointed out.

"Jeff's in love with me," Hope blurted.

"WHAT?!" Maria and Ashley shouted in unison.

"And, I slept with John last night."

"WHAT?!"

"It's a long story, guys."

"Then start from the beginning," Maria ordered.

Hope nodded her head softly. She started off with how she and John went to the club and got drunk. She remembered kissing him once but everything else was fuzzy. She mentioned waking up--naked--in bed with John. Hope paused, letting her friends grasp what she was saying. Then she said how she hid in the shower when Jeff came in and how she hid under the bed too. She said that was when he confessed his feelings. He was asking John for advice.

"What are you gonna do?" Ashley asked.

"I don't know. I need advice," Hope answered.

"Go with Jeff. He never hurt you," Maria suggested.

"I just get really nervous around him like…"

"Like you're head over heels?"

"Yeah. Exactly like that."

Jeff didn't know what to do. Should he tell Hope he loved her? Should he still keep it from her? He had to make sure he truly loved Hope though. How could he do that? It was rather simple, actually. All he had to do was kiss another girl. If he liked the kiss, he didn't love Hope. If he thought of Hope during the kiss, he loved her. It sounded stupid but it was something that would make Jeff feel better about his feelings. He saw Michelle McCool heading his way and took that as his opportunity.

"Michelle!" he called. "Wait up a minute!"

Michelle stopped walking. "Need something?"

"Yeah. A favor. It's kinda weird though."

"Well, let's hear it, Jeff."

"I want you kiss me so--"

"So you can see if you really love Hope."

"How'd you know that?"

"Everybody knows that you're smitten with her."

"She doesn't know."

"Well, Hope's not the brightest crayon in the box."

"Are you ready?"

"I was born ready."