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I DO NOT own the wrestlers. I DO own Hope.

The one thing most Superstars and Divas dreaded was the WWE Draft. Other Superstars didn't care at all. Some even wanted to be drafted. So far, Mr. Kennedy was drafted to Smackdown, Paul London was drafted to ECW, Cryme Tyme was drafted to Smackdown, and CM Punk was drafted to Raw. That was only going to intensify the feud between Punk and Jeff. Currently, Jeff was versing Edge to see what brand would get the next draft pick, Raw or Smackdown? At the moment, Jeff had the upper hand. Naturally, the fans were cheering for him. But, with just one spear, Edge quickly gained control and pinned Jeff for the win. The fans booed, chanting 'Edge sucks'.

Smackdown now had the draft pick. But, who would it be? As photos of the Superstars and Divas shuffled on the titantron, the crowd grew more and more anxious. When the shuffle finally stopped, it was Hope that was now drafted to Smackdown. Jeff's face immediately fell once he saw Hope coming down the ramp, a half-hearted smile on her flawless face. This wouldn't end well. Jeff looked back at Edge and saw the cocky grin on his face. Would he really dare to try to pursue Hope? Hadn't she burst into laughter all the other times he'd hit on her? But, Edge knew how much it would anger both Punk and Jeff. Hell, it was angering Jeff even now.

At the end of the show, Jeff caught up with Hope as she was heading to the Diva's locker room. She hadn't returned any of his calls or texts. He knew it had to do with what he'd said to her. He stood by the locker room, waiting for Hope to return. He'd nearly begged her to talk to him. She said she wanted to shower and asked him to wait. Jeff grinned once he saw Hope emerging from the locker room, dressed in a pair of shorts and one of Cena's shirts. The brunette smiled at Jeff, looking him in the eye.

"Are things okay between us?" Jeff asked.

"Why wouldn't they be?" Hope countered.

"Because of what I said."

"It's too late to fight for me."

"No. It'll be too late when you say 'I do'."

"Jeff, don't do this to yourself."

Hope looked away as she felt Jeff's hands surrounding her body. She silently begged him not to make a move, knowing she couldn't control herself. But, Jeff was only hugging her. Nothing more, nothing less. But, Hope knew it was more than just a hug to Jeff. She knew she was more than a friend to Jeff. The brunette pulled away from him, staring deep into his beautiful green eyes. Jeff kept his arms on Hope's waist as he stared back at her.

"Can you do me a favor?" Hope asked.

"I'll do anything for you," Jeff replied.

"Don't make me your world."

Before Jeff could make a response, CM Punk stormed over, a fire in his eyes. He glared at Jeff, pulling Hope away from him. Hope pulled away from her fiancé, leaving both men to stare after her as she walked off. When she was gone, Punk stepped up to Jeff. There was no need for words. The fire in both men's eyes said it all. Neither one planned on backing down. This little war they had going on was all or nothing. It was like battling to the death. Punk smirked, shoving Jeff. He watched as Jeff simply glared at him. Still smirking, Punk shoved him again. This time, Jeff punched him right in the jaw.

The youngest Hardy stormed off, leaving Punk to hold his jaw in pain. He really couldn't stand dealing with Punk. But, if he got Hope in the end, it'd be worth it. If? Jeff was seriously doubting everything. Both men were treating Hope as if she was just some prize to be won. It was horrible to treat a person like that and they both knew it. Don't make me your world. Hope's words rung in Jeff's ears. She already was his world. That was the problem. Jeff couldn't help it. Hope was the one for him.

After Michaela, Jeff never thought he'd be open to relationships again. But, Hope had changed all that with just a smile. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. Maybe even more. The problem? Hope had fallen for Punk. Jeff knew there wasn't much he could do about that. Not if he wanted Hope to still speak to him. There was no easy way to get what he wanted. But, how could Punk lie and still get Hope? It didn't seem right.

Hope didn't mind being drafted to Smackdown. She was more concerned that Jeff and Punk were on the same brand. She knew that the feud between the two men was going to escalate. Hope was grateful to find John already waiting by her hotel room. She needed advice and it was like he already knew. He always did. Hope just needed someone to tell her that Punk and Jeff were going to be civil with each other. She knew that probably wasn't going to happen. She just wanted to pretend that it was. The brunette sat on the bed as John stood across from her, waiting for her to say something.

"They're gonna kill each other. They won't fight in front of me but now I'm gone, they're gonna kill each other," Hope frowned. "I can't deal with this."

John nodded his head at Hope's words, half-listening to what she said. He was more amused by the pictures he held in his hands. So, how was he supposed to give his best friend advice? Easy. She didn't want Punk and Jeff killing each other, so he'd promise to act as the mediator. It was an easy way to make her happy.

"John, are you listening to me?" Hope asked.

"Why didn't you tell me you were a Hooter's Girl?" John countered.

"How do you know about that?"

Hope felt her cheeks turning red. When she'd started college, she'd needed some extra money and Hooter's was the only place that would hire her. Hope finally realized that John had been looking at pictures. She tried to grab them but John held them out of her reach. He grinned, letting his dimples show. The brunette pouted, looking at John.

"You're not getting these back," John grinned. "This is blackmail."

"You're evil," Hope replied.

"You have some body though, Hope."

"Where did you get those pictures?"

"Your mom stopped by. She wanted to see how you were."

Hope sighed. Of course. She hadn't spoken to her mother in years. Not since the divorce. Hope had moved with her father to New York and lost all contact with her mother. She'd decided then that she didn't want her mother in her life. Sometimes she regretted that decision. More than she should have. Kind of like now, for instance. Sometimes she just wished she could ask her mom for advice. But, she was stubborn like her father.

"All kidding aside," John started.

"If you tell me I have a nice body again, I'm smack you," Hope cut him off.

"You should talk to your mom. She's worried about you."

"I can take care of myself."

"Can you?"

"You of all people should know."

Can you believe guys? Meant To Be is almost halfway finished. O.o