Jeff and I travelled back to the hotel room in silence. We arrived, getting out of the car and walking straight up to our hotel room as my phone started ringing where I had left it on the coffee table. Jeff picked it up and handed it to me.

'It's Adam.' He stated, watching me carefully. I stared at the phone, frozen and not sure whether to answer. I hadn't spoken to my boyfriend verbally in two weeks. I let it ring through.

'Not going to answer?' He asked, smirking with his mischievous smile. The phone started going off again, and this time I hung up. 'Rejection is a bitch.' He commented. I rolled my eyes as Adam rang for a third time. This time, out of guilt, I decided to answer.

'Hello?'

'Cat... I haven't heard from you since Christmas.' He sounded mad. My stomach sank, feeling nauseous at the sound of his voice. This was the first time I heard it since Christmas, as all I allowed were a random text message here and there till I figured it all out. 'You wont answer my calls.'

'I know, I have been busy.' I admitted. 'I haven't had time to answer anyone's calls.'

'I didn't want to be all clingy and pushy, but I had enough.' He explained.

'I'm sorry.' There was a breif silence.

'Where are you? He asked.

'I'm in L.A, filming a promo for work.' I explained.

'By yourself?'

'No.'

'Then, with who?' He asked.

'Jeff.' I replied trying not to sound guilty. At the mention of his name, I felt his hands on my hair, tangling through the ends and sending chills down my spine, and I didn't stop him.

'I miss how long your hair was.' He whispered in my other ear. I cut my hair from my butt to my mid waist, it was still pretty long.

'Why Jeff? Of all people to pair you with...' Adam asked angrily.

'That's who the band wanted.' I explained calmly, losing my trail of thought.

'Whatever, I'll see you when you get back.' He hung up with that.

'What do you think you're doing?' I asked trying to sound annoyed and not like I was enjoying how he was making me feel. He didn't say anything, putting his hand on my hips and pulling me in close to him, smirking the entire time. 'Jeff, I don't want this to turn out into a full blown affair.'

'I think it is a little bit late for that.' He replied, lowering his forehead to rest on my own. 'The way you kissed me on set begs to differ.'

'I was acting.' I explained, standing with my arms by my side, completely motionless. He chuckled.

'You deserve a fucking Oscar Award, then.' I could now feel his breath on my lips.

'Don't.' I tried to stop him.

'Don't what?'

'Do what you do.'

'If you don't want me, then push me away.' He grabbed my hand and rested it on his chest, moving his head away from my own. We studied each other's emotionless expression for a while, both holding our ground. I wanted to push him away, but something in me forced my hand to scrunch into his t-shirt and pull his lips onto my own. This kiss was passionate and heated, and he swiftly removed my dress and bra, lifting me and carrying me to his bedroom, resting me on it. I started undoing his belt as he removed his t-shirt, impatience getting to him as he took over and removed them and threw them across the room.

'Bet ya' I can take your panties off with my teeth.' He raised an eyebrow.

'I don't care, just get rid of them.' I said eagerly, tossing my head back onto the bed. The next thing I heard was material rip as I felt cool air breeze up in between my legs. 'Did you just rip them?' I half laughed.

'You told me to get rid of them!' He defended himself, smiling wide eyed.

'You're so cute when you're in this playful mood.' I didn't know where all these feelings for him were coming from, but my heart felt like it was about to leap out of its chest. 'They were Victoria Secret's though.'

'I'll buy you a new pair.' He said as he climbed over me. 'So many new pairs. Anything you want, consider it yours.'

'I want this.' I said, reaching for him, moving my hand up and down. He moved his fingers over me, and slowly entered me as he did. He thrusted slowly, allowing me to get used to him.

'Always yours.' He grunted in pleasure. 'Whenever you want. All yours.' His face was in my neck as he started thrusting harder, yet keeping to a slower pace. Unlike last time, where he just totally went for it.

'I can't believe we just did that again.' I admitted, hiding my face nervously in the burrow of his neck. 'What are we going to do?' I felt like crying as he held me, but his strong arms were soothing my sadness.

'Come clean?' He suggested, then shaking his head. 'We can't, we'd both get sacked.'

I shook my head. 'I would never let that happen to you. I know how much you have always wanted to wrestle.'

'Don't get me wrong, I love wrestling, but...' He paused. 'I always wanted to be a rock star.' He smirked in my direction. I beamed a huge grin. The more I found out about Jeff, the more I fell for him.

'Really?' I asked as he nodded in response. We kissed gently, feeling all honeymoon-like. 'You're right, though.'

'I want to be with you.' He admitted. I shook my head.

'You're bad news, Jeff.'

'What?' He asked in disbelief. 'What the fuck are you talking about?'

'You don't believe in love.' I explained as I broke away from him, sat up and moved to the end of the bed. 'And I quote you and you only, Jeffery Nero Hardy: "Don't even get me started on marriage." I want to be married and maybe have children one day.' I got up and stood at the end of his bed, wrapped in a white sheet. He still had the quilt covering him as he sat up.

'And I'm not good enough for that?' He asked. If only that's is what he wanted, I assumed to myelf.

'Prove it to me then.' I challenged him. 'If you want me to choose you, prove it.'

'How?' He asked. 'Break up with Beth? Fine! I'll do it as soon as I get home to Cameron!'

'I want you to say it.' I told him. No, I was demanding.

'Say what?' He asked. He totally knew what I wanted him to say.

'You know what.'

'No.' He said blatantly, chopping the air with a stiff hand.

I changed my approach. 'If you say it, I'll choose you.' I said softly, bring my face down to his level. He shrugged.

'I can't say something I don't believe in.'

I have never felt such a stab to the heart. 'Fine, I guess I choose Adam then.' I snapped as I walked out of the room. I could hear him shuffle behind me.

'Even if we were together, we couldn't be public.' He spat nastily as he followed me to my room.

'Why the fuck not?' I yelled.

'We'd both lose our jobs!' He was now yelling too. 'What is the first thing they make you agree to when you sign a contract?' He was right; the first thing they tell you is that anyone who created drama backstage is released.

'Maybe we would deserve it.' I said quietly as I started shoving my belongings into a suitcase.

'What do you think you're doing?' He asked, still yelling at me.

'Leaving.'

'You can't go out there. You are in a foreign city which can be dangerous that you don't know at all.' He stood with his arms folded in front of my door.

'Move.' I demanded. He shook his head. I sighed. 'Why are you doing this?'

'I care about you, Kitty.' He replied.

'Why should I leave for someone who loves me for someone who only cares about me?' I asked.

'Because of the way you feel.' He replied gently as I let the tears out I had been fighting back since I left his room. I hated crying in front of people and he knew this. 'Let it out, Cat. It's ok to show emotion. You can show me how you're feeling. It's okay to be vulnerable.' I broke down as he held me again in his arms, moving me back to my bed and sitting me down.

'I can't do this with you.' I said. 'I can't control how I feel around you.' He cupped my chin in his hands.

'That isn't a bad thing.' He soothed. 'It's a good thing.'

I pushed his hands away, shaking my head. 'I can't do this.'

After the most awkward plane ride of existence, we finally landed in Houston, where our next show would be. We entered the airport and were gobsmacked to see everyone waiting for us as we assumed we were grabbing a cab back to the hotel. Amy stood hand in hand with Matt, while Jay was sitting reading a magazine, which left Adam and Beth chatting quietly. Adam spotted me and gave me a huge smile. Waving, he swooped over and embraced me closely.

'I'm sorry I was a jerk on the phone. I missed you.' He whispered in my ear, holding me close. I was in my form of 'panic mode' where I act like I'm completely frozen and emotionless. I let his gentle caress warm me over, falling back into the comfort of his arms. Pulling away, I saw Jeff kiss Beth passionately. My heart sank as I wondered how he could make love to me less than twelve hours ago and kiss his girlfriend like that. Amy caught my expression as tears filled the back of my eyes. How could I control myself around Adam so easily but when Jeff is involved, I completely lose it?

'Neither of you told us who this mystery band is.' Jay asked loudly as we walked out of the airport.

'Blink 182.' I replied quietly.

'They are pretty cool.' Matt gushed while Jay and Amy agreed.

'Never heard of them.' Beth said dryly. 'Can't be that big of a deal.'

It took everything I had to not pounce on that bitch and claw her face, but hey, let's be ladylike about this right?

'You're holding my hand pretty tight.' Adam said, giving me a worried look. 'Are you excited about your first Pay Per View match?' He smiled. I had totally forgotten about it in all honestly.

'Oh, right!' I said wide eyed. 'That's tonight? Shit!'

'Don't tell me you forgot!' Amy cried loudly which made me feel bad. I knew how much this match meant to her. Nervous butterflies filled my stomach.

'Probably.' Beth bluntly muttered.

'Cat, you're squeezing my hand so tight right now,' Adam noticed as he lifted the hand I held. 'Are you ok?'

'Fine, just nervous.' I replied convincingly.

'Don't worry Kitty, it's just another match.' Jeff soothed warmly from behind me. 'Don't think about it like anything different or hesitate.' Now I could feel Adam's grip tightening on my hand.

'It's completely obvious!' Jay laughed in response to my denial. Adam seemed to also think that what I said was the funniest thing he had heard all day. We stood at the entrance of the Arena, ready for my match which my boys were going to come out ringside.

'I don't hate her,' I lied 'She just gets on my nerves.'

'Why?' Adam shook his head. 'She is completely chilled. Although she seems pretty strung on you and Jeff having an affair. She is chilled and an air head.' My eyes widened as Adam said that, was she onto us?

'Don't worry, Cat, if she had it her way, Jeff would quit wrestling and you would never have to see her.' Jay laughed.

'He wouldn't quit.' I told him.

'Never.' Adam agreed. 'He's always wanted to be a wrestler.'

'Well, he actually wanted to be a Rock Star.' I corrected him, without realizing what I'm saying.

'How do you know that?' Adam said in shock, raising one eyebrow.

'He told me.' I shrugged it off.

'A bit much to tell someone you're barely friends with.' Unfathomably, Adam statement made me really angry.

'We're friends.' I argued. 'Close friends.'

'The guy can barely stand you.' He laughed. I was so mad. 'Shit, a water bottle. I will quickly get one for you, I'll be back in a minute.' He ran off as I frowned at him.

'You look upset.' Jay questioned and I shook my head. 'Why would you be upset over Jeff Hardy?'

'Who's upset over me?' I heard Jeff's voice say happily as he walked over, followed by Amy and Matt. I was surprised to see the brothers as they weren't scripted ringside.

'Cat is, because you hate her.' Jay laughed as I gave him a death stare.

'Awww.' Jeff laughed as he put his arm over my shoulders, electricity flying through me so I pushed him away. Noticing Jay had turned to Matt and Amy, I used this opportunity to my advantage.

'Why would you tell people you hate me?' I scolded. 'You're making me look like an idiot.'

'I never said that.' He laughed. 'Our friendship didn't have the best start, though.'

'What friendship?' I whispered angrily and turned to look back at Jay, who was giving me a suspicious look. Jeff walked back over to Amy and Matt.

'That exchange looked intense.' He observed. 'Something you want to tell me before Adam gets back?'

'No, nothing to tell.' I said softly, calming myself. I felt like everyone was against me. I closed my eyes and breathed through my nose, out my mouth.

'One minute warning, Lita!' A stage manager yelled as I saw Adam race back with a few bottles of water in his hands. He looked so tall and masculine, that incredible square jaw line adding to his virile which to be honest, was incredibly sexy. I love that jaw line. His long blonde hair messy and falling way past his shoulders, healthier than mine at times. I love his hair. He handed me a bottle of water which I took from him. Here, I had the perfect man, who would probably do anything for me. He was kind, sexy and future orientated, but did I love him? I potentially am sabotaging my life with him on a purple haired, motor cross loving, live for the moment enigma. That is the perfect word for Jeff, enigma. Remind me to write that down.

'Cat, you're on in in thirty.' A stage hand yelled. 'We really need to get you your own entrance music.'

'She doesn't need her own entrance music.' Adam said harshly. I tried not to be offended.

'Amy has her own music, for when she goes out alone.' I explained.

'Yeah, but she's Lita. The crowd loved her.'

'Fine, then.' I ended it as I heard our music blare through the speakers.

MATCH

'Making her way to the ring, being accompanied by Edge & Christian, from Australia… Cat Angel!'

I slid into the ring and being baby face, Lita didn't attack me. Instead, Adam leaned into the ring and grabbed her ankle, which I used this to an advantage to throw her down onto the mat. I had the upper hand and started tearing down Lita, taking out all the frustrations that built up inside of me.

'Cat seems quite aggressive tonight, King.' Jim Ross commentated ring side.

'Oh, she can get aggressive all right!' Jerry 'The King' Lawler replied. 'I just with it was with me.'

'She definitely has the advantage tonight as the Hardy Boyz are not with Lita due to their match with The Radicals next. Let's hope we don't see anything else mischievous from Edge and Christian.' JR explained.

'I'll be there for you, Lita!' Cried the King.

'Choose a side and stick with it.' JR replied grumpily.

Lita reversed a grapple I had on her, putting me into one of her own. 'Calm down.' She told me, which made me even madder. I flipped her over my head, surprised by my own strength. She got up and I threw a punch at her, which she sold. I then threw another, which she sold again. I threw one more letting out my anger, which hit her right next to her eye. It was at this moment I realized my fist was closed and looked down at it, red blood all over my hand. We looked at each other in utter shock, her face gushing out blood. I tried to give her an apologetic expression without losing character. 'I want to end this, now.' She whispered sternly. Girls never bled In the WWF, I instantly felt horrible and let her destroy me, and boy she didn't hold back. They crowd were going wild for her.

'I guess a bit of blood doesn't stop lovely Lita!' Laughed The King.

As she prepared for her Moonsault, I lay there feeling pretty shitty from a mixture of the conversations earlier, making Lita bleed and how much the crowd loved Lita, although no one deserved it more than her. I wondered what it would be like to be a crowd favourite.

Lita performed her finisher and went for the pin, but Christian was distracting the referee. Adam slid swiftly into the ring, and performed an Edgecator on Lita, and pulled a floppy me on top of her body.

'Oh, give me a break.' JR complained.

1…2…3

'And you're winner… Cat Angel.'

Still selling my pain from the match, Edge carried me out of the arena.