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WEDNESDAY MORNING:
It was the week before thanksgiving, and the official senior year camping trip was to take place that same weekend. As discussed Trish and Amy were driving up early to meet up with the rest of their friend group, they had all decided to arrive three days before the rest of the senior class was set to arrive that Saturday.
Trish's home life was still the same fucked up circus she had grown used to, her parents wouldn't even notice she was away for so long. It had officially been a week since her father decided to head butt her to hell. The gash in her forehead had been healing smoothly, Alice made sure of so. All that stood in its place now was a mere reminder of the painful and awful night. Her father for his part, hadn't spoken a word about the incident. Instead, he had her white Porsche in the garage switched out for a midnight black color. 'This one should be more up your liking, Patrica. It's a higher class than the previous one too'. That one stayed hidden in the garage too, much to her mothers disapproval. Trish couldn't be brought, she was a damn human with damn rights, okay! You can't go around hurting people and then go throw a pretty bow on a gift and think it's all swept under the rug! She had dignity and morals, and the damn pain and humiliation from having to walk around school for an entire week with that stupid bandage across her forehead demanded more—she hated attention and the damn thing was like a walking announcement on her face.
"And you're sure, Jeff said it was cool to bring Adam and Jay?" Amy asked, bringing Trish back to present day, she looked up from her spot in the passenger seat to find Amy looking at her.
"Jay is the only one with a valid drivers license, I don't think anyone will have a problem with him," Trish replied.
"Good point," Amy answered. "But Adam?" Amy asked unsure if the others would give him a warm welcome as well.
"Adam and Jay are a package deal, and Adam has always been a part of our friend group," Trish said matter of factly. "But what's with all the mystery? Why wouldn't Jeff be okay with Adam, Aimes?" Trish asked, studying her red head friend closely, Trish knew something was up.
Amy sighed, running a hand through her bright hair. "We ran into Shannon and Shane last week while we were on a date," Amy confessed. "We were holding hands walking out of Misty's Diner."
"A date? When the hell did this happen? And Misty's? Isn't that where Matt works?" Trish asked suddenly confused with this update, surely, her best friend couldn't be that fucked up to go gloat her new date in front of her ex's workplace.
"You were too busy playing house with your boyfriend, I didn't want to disturb the peace and for the record—Matt worked at Misty's, he now works at Mr. Helms auto repair," Amy corrected.
"I was doing no such thing!" Trish rolled her eyes, balling up the straw wrapper from her drink and throwing it at her best friend.
"The point is, we totally got caught and I'm sure by now, word must've gotten back to Matt by now," Amy said.
"You broke up with Matt, what you do isn't any of his concern anymore," Trish replied, shrugging her shoulders. She didn't see the big issue here, Amy was single and made the right decision in ending a relationship that no longer served her any purpose before she pursuit anything else with someone new.
"You and I, see it that way—but these men? They're going to start speculating and come up with their stupid conspiracy theories," Amy replied.
"But there's nothing to speculate about… correct?" Trish asked, staring directly at the other girl to make sure Amy was telling the truth. "You never had anything going on with Adam until this point, right?"
Amy hesitated a little too long for Trish's liking.
"Right," Amy finally replied. "What's the ETA, blondie?" She asked, quick to switch the conversation.
Trish studied her for another second before deciding to drop the subject altogether, she'd find out eventually. Amy was her best friend, and it was a small town anyways, she just hoped Amy didn't get burn playing with fire.
"We should be there in twenty minutes," Trish replied, looking at the map navigation on her phone.
"Great! Jay and Adam are gonna meet us there tomorrow morning," Amy said.
"I don't care! Tell him he can't come!" Matt shouted at his group of friends—Randy, John Cena, Maria, Mickie James and Shannon Moore, whom all looked at each other; confused and awkward —Matt stomped through the cabinet's porch and into the wooden kitchen. "Might of fact, someone tell her, she can't come either!" Matt continued his tantrum.
"Uh, should someone go check on him?" Randy asked the group.
"Nah," Jeff replied, finishing pulling the cooler from his truck's bed. "We just need to let him be, he'll bounce right back, just give him a minute to cool off," Jeff said. He knew his brother better than any of them and Matt had been fuming ever since Shannon had informed them that, he had seen Amy and Adam on a date together looking pretty cozy and close.
"At my work place! She hates Misty's!" Matt shouted, coming back out to the front porch and slamming the screen door behind him. "She doesn't deserve their apple pie!" Matt sneered.
"Maria and I are going to scoop out the rooms," Mickie cleared her throat, uncomfortable with the current situation. Amy was their friend too.
"Yeah, you girls go ahead," Shannon Moore replied.
"Pick a room across from us girls," Randy called out to the girls with a wink, as they made their way inside giggling.
"Don't do it, Randall, they'll eventually step on your heart too!" Matt said.
"Matt, I love you but you're being a total buzzkill," John replied. "It's not like you didn't see this coming, bro."
"John is right, everyone saw Amy and Adam coming from a mile away," Randy agreed.
"Weren't they caught sneaking around at Torrie's?" John questioned.
"They looked pretty cozy at Candice's Halloween party," Randy added.
"You guys aren't helping, by the way," Matt replied frustrated.
"Why don't you two go inside and pick out your room?" Jeff suggested, knowing the pair were just adding fuel to Matt's fire. He and Shannon could handle his brother better off by themselves he thought.
Randy and John simply shared a look and shrugged, going inside to scoop the house out. It was a nice seven bedroom cabin that Shannon Moore's boss owned and rented. When he heard his favorite employee's class was having their senior year field trip on the same lake he owned his cabin on, he had offered the place up to Shannon and his group of friends.
"Matt, bro you gotta relax, enjoy the scene! We're in nature, away from parents and teachers," Shannon said, throwing his arm around Matt's shoulders. "We're heading into the town tonight, they'll be plenty of hot chicks there for you to distract yourself with," Shannon informed him.
"You're right," Matt replied, grinning madly like he hadn't just tormented their group of friends. "Ladies watch out, single Matt is out tonight," Matt shouted, playfully barking and slapping his own puffed out chest.
Shannon laughed and clapped Matt's back as the man walked past him and inside the home.
"I don't think you know the monster you just created," Jeff said, chuckling and shaking his head at the scene he had just watched unfold before him.
"Let him have his fun," Shannon replied. "We can't all have us a Trish," Shannon teased, bumping his shoulder with Jeff's.
"I don't even want to know what you mean by that," Jeff snickered.
"I saw you two leaving together through the back doors after your fight," Shannon answered. "Looked real comfortable to me," he continued teasing Jeff. "Matt said she woke up at the Hardy residence rocking your clothes. Nightcap?" Shannon asked.
"Matt has a big mouth," Jeff replied.
"So she did spend the night?" Shannon asked raising his eyebrows.
"It's not like that," Jeff was quick to defend. He didn't want anyone thinking like that of Trish.
"Not like what?" Shannon laughed.
The two watched as Amy's black jeep pulled into the driveway.
"Let the shit show begin," Shannon replied, walking down the porch to go and offer the new guests help with their belongings.
Jeff rolled his eyes, following Shannon's lead and watching as he greeted the girls, getting caught up in a conversation with Amy to the side. Jeff nodded his chin in Amy's direction, acknowledging the red head who returned his greeting.
"How did I just know you'd have designer luggage?" Jeff teased, walking over to the back of the vehicle where Trish was trying to get their bags out of.
"It's a heirloom!" Trish defended, fighting off the light blush from her face. So she had nice things, she still deserved to enjoy some of the luxury that came from her family's lifestyle. She was no Alice Stratus, but she knew a nice bag when she saw one, okay!
"Here let me help you," Jeff offered, taking her bags out from the trunk. He lifted the duffle bag carefully and slugged it over his shoulders with ease.
They both simply stared and smiled at each other, brown and green just melting into one another. They had developed an unspoken bond over the last few weeks, something that further developed the night of his fight and her panic attack. He felt like he had gotten better at reading her, like maybe, she knew she could let her walls down around him. Something had changed in their relationship too, Jeff looked for any excuse to touch her—furthermore, she sought his touch out. Whether it was rubbing her neck when she explain her stress at last week's homework, or holding her hand when she vented her frustration at having to reteach a cheer routine to the girls. Trish found that his touch had this powerful force that could ease her nerves and calm her thoughts with the simplest contact. Sometimes she found herself leaning into his side or playing with the rings around his fingers whenever he explain something to her.
The blaring music and car honking, as Shane Helms drove up the driveway, broke the pair out of their trace and brought the rest of the group back out onto the front porch. Everyone watched as Shane stepped out of his truck, two giggling figures trailing close behind him
"Candice?" Jeff and Trish both replied, looking at one another.
"Party is here bitches!" Candice laughed, pulling Torrie Wilson behind her, as she walked past Trish and Jeff—blowing a kiss at the latter.
They were in for a long week.
Wednesday afternoon:
After everyone had settled in and discussed the rooming situation—Mickie and Maria were sharing the room on the bottom floor, across from Randy and John, and next to Shannon and Shane. Upstairs consisted of four bedrooms, with Amy and Trish sharing a room, next to Jeff and Matt (much to Matt's distaste), with a spare room reserved for Jay and Adam. Candice and Torrie made up the last bedroom upstairs.
The group was now outside, sitting around the fireplace and passing around a joint that John had rolled for them all. Trish took a small puff, as she watched Jeff talking to Shannon and Shane off to the side. They seemed to be in a pretty heated conversation.
"Why the fuck is Candice Michelle here?" Jeff sighed, exhausted with his clueless friend.
"Because I wanted Torrie here," Shane whined.
"And she couldn't get here without her puppet master?" Jeff asked.
"Torrie is no puppet!" Shane replied.
"Was you being here not enough for her?" Jeff retorted.
"I deserve some cheeks too!" Shane ridiculously exclaimed.
"Torrie isn't giving you any cheeks, now is she?" Jeff pointed out sarcastically.
"Shannon, help me out here," Shane said turning to his other friend for back up.
"I'm just here to make sure you two don't kill each other," Shannon replied, wanting no parts of this argument.
"You know what? I don't even care, just make sure your guest behaves herself," Jeff replied. He made his way back over to the group and took a seat besides Trish.
Trish leaned into Jeff, bumping her knee into his. "Everything okay?" She asked, holding out the lit joint for him to take.
"I'm convinced Candice and Torrie are Shane's two last brain cells," Jeff answered, leaning in closer to Trish and taking the joint from her smaller hand with his mouth. Trish giggled at the action.
Across from the duo, Candice Michelle was sneering at the pair. Sure she had heard the rumors and had seen the way they interacted with each other, but that was supposed to be her! Candice had quite literally bent over backwards for Jeff Hardy and he had the audacity to friend zone her for the princess? She was the more experienced woman here, she could have any guy she wanted, except the one she actually wanted. Candice rolled her eyes as Trish giggled, her eyes landing on the innocent Maria who sat next to Jeff, talking to John. A lightbulb went on in her head! She turned and quickly whispered something to Torrie, who laughed back in response.
"Let's play a game!" Candice called out over the fire.
"What kind of game?" Randy asked.
"Never have I ever," Candice declared with an evil smile.
The group had been playing a few rounds of 'Never have I ever'. The rules were simple, someone would make a general statement and if someone in the group had done it before, they were to take a long drag from the joints the group currently were passing around. They were all waiting on Jay Copeland for the alcohol, so they had to make due with what they had. Which currently was only weed.
"Okay, my turn!" Candice excitedly declared, sitting forward in her stool. "Never have I ever, slept with someone in this group."
Amy, Matt, Randy, John, Candice, Maria and an annoyed Jeff all took hits from the joint.
"Wait Maria, you told me you and John hadn't slept together yet," Torrie stated, doing her best to pretend she was surprised.
"We haven't yet, be we will soon!" Maria replied, John for his part tried hiding the blush on his face.
"Huh," Candice dramatically tapped her chin. "Say, Maria? How was Jeff in bed?" Candice asked.
Jeff shut his eyes, wanting the world to swallow him whole in this very moment.
Trish sat up straight, her eyes darting between Jeff and Maria. Candice had to be lying, there's no way. Trish was about to call her bluff until Maria spoke up again.
"Jeff gave me a ride in his truck, so I gave him a ride back," Maria winked, laughing cluelessly with Torrie and Candice.
"When was this?" Amy asked the question Trish was dreading.
"The night of the Hardy's bonfire," Maria answered truthfully.
The night of the Hardy's bonfire? That was two months ago! That's the same week he had intervened and made himself her English partner, the same week he had been lecturing her about not closing herself off to love. He had offered her a ride in his truck… was he looking to add another notch to his bed post? Trish was gonna be sick.
"Isn't that the same night Eve Torres was seen leaving your house?" Torrie asked Jeff.
Eve Torres too? Oh, now she was definitely going to be sick.
"No, silly, she slept in Matt's room," Maria replied.
The uncomfortable silence that followed could be cut with a knife. The tension and atmosphere were thick. Everyone looked to Amy and Matt, Jeff stayed laser focused on Trish, who for her part had shifted her body away from him.
"Uh…. What time are we going into town?" Randy asked the group, not one for doing well in tense situations.
"Now. We're going now," Shannon replied, being the first to excuse himself for the group.
"We're gonna go get ready," Mickie replied hesitantly getting up and pulling a giggling and clueless Maria off with her.
"I guess we should go get ready too," Candice stated, getting up and flipping back some of her hair. She was satisfied with the chaos she had just unleashed.
One by one the group all took the excuse to get up and get ready for the evening in town. They were all thankful for the distraction of not having to sit through what would surely be a massacre.
"You gave me so much shit about Adam and this whole time you were the one cheating!" Amy shouted at Matt.
"Oh, please, like you weren't cheating with Adam this whole time!" Matt shouted back equally as mad.
"Amy, I'm gonna wait for you in our room," Trish replied, one of the last ones to get up from her seat along with Jeff.
"Trish, wait up," Jeff called after her, grabbing her arm to stop her from heading back inside.
"I can explain," Jeff offered.
"Explain what?" Trish snorted. "You have quite the impressive roster there, Hardy," she replied, laughing dryly and wrapping her arms around herself. He was no different than any other man she had met before, he only wanted one thing and she was so mad at herself for convincing herself he was any different. That they could be any different together. This whole time he was just looking at her like another piece of ass—is that why he had taken her back to his place? Or why she was even invited to this pre camping trip? Her mind was wrestling with every thought possible, each one filling her with more disappointment and rage.
"So, tell me, were you too busy fucking Maria that you just didn't notice your brother cheating on your best friend?" Trish asked harshly.
"I swear, I didn't know about Matt and Eve until everyone else did," Jeff replied sincerely. He was just as shocked at the news, and he had his own conversation due with his brother very soon. He wanted to give Amy and Matt their space first and he wanted to make sure Trish was okay.
"You guys are brothers," Trish replied more to herself, laughing at how pathetic she felt. Of course, they were going to have each others back. They shared the same dog DNA!
"Trish, I promise you, it was a one time thing and it didn't even mean anything," Jeff replied, desparte to not lose her again.
"Jeff, we're just friends," Trish responded. "And that's all we're ever going to be, don't sweat it," she finished. "I have to go get ready now."
He had just lost her.
Wednesday night, Shannon's cabin:
"They're sluts, the like of them!" Amy was pacing around the shared room with Trish, she had just finished her conversation with Matt not too long ago and now she was replaying everything to Trish.
"Do you know how much shit I took from him and his friends because of my friendship with Adam, and you mean to tell me this whole time, he was the one cheating!" Amy huffed.
She had every right to be mad, Trish was mad for her! She at one point had also been looking sideways at Adam and Amy's friendship and this whole time she was looking at the wrong people! She felt bad for silently betraying her best friend. Damn those Hardy boys!
"And don't even get me started on Jeff and Maria! I was rooting for that jerk," Amy said, flopping back down onto the bed where Trish was laid out quietly.
The rest of the group had gone out to explore the town, do some bar hopping as Mickie James had put it. Trish opted to stay in and comfort Amy—she also didn't want to face Jeff at the moment, she ignored the hurt glance he shot her way when she informed the group of her decision to stay in.
"Jeff didn't do anything wrong, Aimes," Trish reminded her. Jeff was and is single, as much as hearing about him and Maria hurt—Trish was in no position to demand his loyalty.
"Then why are you so sad?" Amy asked, turning her head to look at her best friend.
"I'm not," Trish sighed.
"Bullshit, blondie," Amy replied. "You look like someone kicked your puppy."
"I'm confused… is Jeff the puppy here or me?" Trish asked turning her head to face Amy.
"This is pathetic!" Amy suddenly stood up, and walked over to the closet. "We are going out tonight and forgetting about those damn Hardys!" Amy declared, walking back over with outfits tumbling over her arms. "Get dressed, we are going to own this town by the time we're done," Amy said.
Trish sat up on the bed, playing with her fingers as she watched Amy throw closest around. "Do you think Jeff knew about Eve and Matt?" Trish asked quietly.
Amy stopped her rummaging and looked back at Trish. "I don't know honestly… I don't know if I could even trust him after today," Amy replied. The thought had crossed Any's mind too, and she decided she could no longer trust anything that either man had ever said.
Trish bit her lips and considered what Amy had just said. Could she herself still trust Jeff after tonight?
Wednesday night, town bar:
The young group of friends had been bar hopping for the last hour, landing in their third bar for the night. The bar had its own dance floor, dj booth, and the bar was lit up in fluorescent neon lights. They all sat in a table far away from the bar, they had been having no luck getting alcohol tonight. Jeff for his part had been quite the whole night, his thoughts stuck on Trish and what she could possibly be thinking about him. And then there was the issue of Matt and Amy, his brother had really dug them down with that one.
"Shots for everyone!" A bartender approached the table with a tray of shots.
"Oh, you must be confus—," Randy had started to say before John had elbowed him.
"No worries, you're all straight. These are from your friends at the bar," he said, pointing over his shoulder to the scene behind him.
Jeff had to do a double take at the sight of Amy and Trish over at the bar. They were laughing, surrounded by a large group of people.
"Yes, those are my girls!" Mickie shouted excitedly, taking the first shot. "Maria what do you say, we go join them?"
"Let's do it!" Maria hopped out of her seat with Mickie and walked over to their friends who had been working the bar.
Jeff swallowed the lump in his throat at the image of Trish. She was wearing a brown lace halter top, it ended right below her ribs, giving a look at her tone stomach. The top was held together by a simple knot around the back, displaying her bare back and indicating that she had chosen not to sport a bra. She had on a tight mini denim skirt, the fabric stopping right below her rear and enchanting her perfectly round bottom, her matching brown heeled boots made her tone legs look miles long. Her long blonde hair was blown out and she had on very minimal makeup, her plump glossy lips bit a straw from her glass cup.
"Trish and Lita are working it!" Randy whistled.
Amy for her part rocked a very short green cargo skirt, her black thong peeking out from the top and she wore a black off the shoulder crop top. She had on the same boots as Trish, but in black and she had chosen to rock her hair pin straight.
"I don't care what they're doing, as long as they keep the drinks coming!" Shane laughed, cheering glasses with John.
"Oh, c'mon guys it's not that hard to score some free shots," Candice huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
Of course, she'd find a way to make this a competition, Jeff rolled his eyes. The bartender came back over with a few beer bottles. "From Trish," he informed the cheering group.
"Think you can get us free beer, Candice?" Shannon challenged.
"Of course, I can! Torrie, let's go," Candice said, pulling a whining Torrie with her over to the other side of bar.
"Has Trish always been that hot?" Shane suddenly asked.
"Yes!" Randy and John answered simultaneously.
"To Trish," Shannon said, toasting his beer bottles with the rest of the guys.
"To Trish!" They echoed, cheering together.
Jeff kept his eyes on Trish, watching as she leaned over the bar and whispered something to the bartender behind the bar. So that's how she was getting them all alcohol—that prevert kept looking down her blouse! His chest bubbled with something at the sight of Trish giggling at something that idiot had said. He didn't like the idea of her with someone else, much less this sleaze bag.
"Are you okay with this?" Jeff asked turning around to his brother.
"Amy hates me, my life is over," Matt replied, quickly drowning his beer. Oh right, Matt was too busy with his self pity party. "I don't mind Trish using her hotness as long as it gets me shitfaced," Matt cheered.
Jeff rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to Trish and her new companion.
When Amy had suggested going out and making the most of their night, Trish never would've thought that consisted of them hitting it off with the cute bartender at the bar. He was very good looking, she had to admit, with his blonde curly hair and piercing blue eyes. He had introduced himself as Bryce, and had offered to make them a drink. Trish asked if he had a cute friend for her friend and that's how they met the DJ, Luka.
They were a good thirty minutes into their meeting when they noticed a table in the far end with familiar faces. 'Any friends of yours, are friends of ours' Bryce had said at her request at serving the table a couple of shots. Everything else came easy after that, she had him eating out her hand.
He was too easy.
His eyes didn't sparkle the right way, his lips weren't as pink and his hair wasn't as soft. He was no Jeff, but she hated herself for even thinking about him—instead she kept chugging the drinks Bryce kept making for her.
"And you promise you aren't mad at me?" Maria asked Trish, pouting out her bottom lip.
"Maria, my loveeeee, I could never be mad at you!" Trish slurred, wrapping her arms around the slim girl.
"Good because, Trishy, I love you! And that thing with Jeff was a one time thing, if it makes you feel better I don't even think he was too into it," Maria said hugging Trish back.
It did make her feel better, but she didn't want to admit to herself, much less the group.
"You bitches look so fire!" Mickie James said complementing Amy and Trish.
"Matt and Jeff must be itching!" Maria piped in.
"Screw them!" Amy shouted, spinning around in her stool and raising her glass in the air. "To bad bitches!" Amy cheered.
"Let's get fucked up sistaaaahs!" Mickie cheered.
The girls had been the life of the party, they switched on from drinking at the bar and dancing together on the dance floor. Everywhere they went it's like they attracted a new crowd, Trish for her part kept up her conversation with Bryce, asking him to keep the beers coming for her and her friends.
Trish and Amy were currently dancing on each other to some, The Weeknd and Playboi Carti song blasting in the background.
'ever since i was a kid, i've been legit. if i was you, i would cut up my wrist. XO tatted all over her body'
"I'm going to check when Luka's shift ends!" Amy shouted over the music.
Trish simply nodded her head in response, closing her eyes as she kept dancing. She snapped her eyes open at the feeling of a hand coming from behind her waist. She could make out his touch anywhere, but it was his intoxicating smell as he pulled her flushed against his chest. His strong hold stayed glued to her waist, and she could feel his warm breath near her neck.
"I thought, you didn't do beer," Jeff whispered in her ear.
He had been keeping an eye on her all night, not letting her out of his sight and waiting for the perfect opportunity to talk to her. Now was as fitting as ever, he supposed.
"Are you stalking me, Hardy?" Trish asked, turning her head over her shoulder to stare into his eyes.
She could see the hunger in them. Hunger for her? She was so drunk, she decided she could have a little fun with him. She pushed her backside further against his crotch, watching as he closed his eyes tightly together. She felt good knowing she had this much of an effect on Jeff Hardy—it was nice to see she wasn't the only who'd turn into putty in his hands. She raised a hand over her head and ran it through his hair, rolling her hips perfectly in time to the chorus of the song.
His dark eyes snapped open and he stared at her with a look that stirred something in her. She audible gasped at the feeling of his large hand trailing over her exposed stomach and stopping just above the waist band of her skirt. He pulled her in as close as humanly possible, moving his hips to match the pace she set. His other free hand scratched lightly against her bare thigh. She stared back at him with the same want, the same need. She closed her eyes as she felt him kiss her neck, the slightest touch causing her to rub her legs together to ease some of the tension she felt between her legs. Damn, he was good. No wonder he had managed to bag Candice and Maria up. She snapped her eyes back open at the reminder of the two other girls.
As much as, she'd hate herself for it, Trish forced herself to stand straight and out of Jeff's hold.
"Trish," Jeff called out, reaching out for her hand which she snapped back.
"I can't," she replied, giving him a sad look before she disappeared back out to the bar.
He stood there looking at her retrieving figure, sighing and running a frustrated hand over his hair. He just couldn't get it right. She was always so close, yet so far.
"Luka is totally hot and all, but I miss Adam," Amy confessed to Trish, sipping on another beer.
"How do you do that?" Trish asked her, squinting her eyes at the red head.
"Do what?" Amy asked confused.
"How do you give your heart to someone, even after the heartbreak you just experienced with Matt?" Trish asked.
"I don't know," Amy sat back to digest the question. "I love being in love," Amy answered. "If I let one high school breakup scare me for life, I'd be one sick miserable bitch," Amy replied. "Matt isn't worth me closing myself off to love, he doesn't get to do that."
"Did you ever love him?" Trish asked, drowning the remains of her beer bottle. She looked back over to the table of guys, already finding Jeff's eyes on her. She quickly diverted her attention back to the bar in front of her.
"I did," Amy finally answered, licking her lips. "You know, Jeff isn't a bad guy, Trish," Amy said.
Trish shifted her eyes back up at Amy, raising an eyebrow in question.
Amy rolled her eyes. "Jeff, has probably been in love with you since middle school," she stated.
"No, you were Jeff's first crush," Trish interrupted.
"What?" Amy asked, shaking her head at her friends drunk rambling. "No, listen, blondie. I'm sick and tired of watching you two pin over each other. So allow me to speed up the process for you—Jeff. Is. In. Love. With. You." Amy said making sure to clearly punctuate each word, a hard task in her drunken state.
"I'm scared," Trish confessed.
"Scared of what?" Amy asked.
"Of falling in love with him," Trish answered.
"Oh, Trish," Amy replied, laying a hand over the blonde's shoulder and giving her a reassuring squeeze.
"Love isn't meant to be fearless, it's actually pretty fucking scary," Amy laughed. "The thought of giving someone your heart and not knowing how they're going to treat it. But you want to know what we do know?" Amy asked an eager Trish who nodded her head in response, wanting in on the secret.
"That man looks at you like you hang the stars, he hasn't been able to keep his eyes off you all night," Amy informed her, she was mad at the younger Hardy at first. But her anger had passed and she knew Jeff was nothing like his brother. He was one of the good guys.
"What if I can't live up to his expectations? If I let him down?" Trish asked, the alcohol had her spilling her fears out. She didn't want to let Jeff down, she had her own demons and skeletons. She wasn't the type of girl you could date and plan your whole life with, she had plans no one would understand—but why did she keep letting herself believe she could bend the rules for Jeff?
"Body shots!" Bryce the bartender reappeared with a bottle of tequila.
Amy looked to Trish and they shrugged their shoulders, seeing no harm in participating.
A crowd had formed around them and Amy hopped onto the bar, laying down on the bar as the bartender poured tequila in belly button. He left a salt trail up her stomach and placed a lime slice in her mouth.
The guys watched as the girls continued to attract bystanders. Right now the crowd was growing rowdier.
"Guys I think Trish is about to do a body shot off of Amy!" Randy stated, knocking his chair back and rushing over to join the crowd. Not wanting to miss it. Matt and John looked at each other and shrugged before joining their excited friend.
Jeff watched from his seat as Trish took a body shot off of Amy, the group around them cheering loudly at the scene. He didn't think much of it until he saw Trish lay down on the bar next, watching as that creep from earlier poured tequila over her body and come around the bar like he was about to take the shot himself. Jeff's eyes widen, that son of a bitch! He rushed out of his chair, pushing through the crowd just as Bryce was about to lower his head down to Trish's stomach.
Jeff laid a strong hand over his shoulder, turning him around to meet his face. "Woah, man, get in line," Bryce, the idiot, said. Jeff pushed him back, picking up a towel and tossing it to a confused Trish.
Trish eagerly accepted it, thinking Amy was going to be the one to take the body shot off of her, just as she had done with her.
"She didn't say she had a boyfriend!" Bryce defended, putting his hands up in surrender.
"Do you even know how old she is, asshole!" Jeff sneered in his face.
"I don't want no beef," Bryce replied, he had seen Jeff Hardy before. He had seen him fight before, he wasn't ready for that type of smoke.
Jeff felt a small hand tugging on his arm. "Jeff," Trish whispered. "Lets go," she said, eyes pleading with him. The last thing they needed was a fight, where underage teens were being served alcohol.
Jeff gave Bryce one last meaningful glare before he let Trish lead him away and out some door.
Trish welcomed the cool air blowing into her face, she closed her eyes and leaned back on the brick wall behind her. They were now in some alleyway, she couldn't help but laugh.
Jeff turned to her, confused. "Why are you laughing?" He asked.
"That was all just really crazy," Trish continued laughing, pushing back some of her hair.
"None of that was funny, Trish," Jeff sighed. "Someone could've seriously gotten hurt. You could've seriously gotten hurt," Jeff explained.
"Why do you care?" Trish asked, ceasing her giggles.
"Because it's you," Jeff replied. He walked over and stood in front of her, cupping her cheek and rubbing at the soft skin with his thumb. "Because it's you," he repeated.
Trish attacked his lips, her hands fisting at the collar of his shirt to pull him in closer to her.
Jeff only needed a second to react to the kiss, his lips melting against the soft plump of her lips. They were softer then he had imagined. He gently pushed her against the wall, using his knee to part her legs and hold her up. His tongue sought permission to enter her mouth, which she gladly granted. His tongue greedily explored every single corner of her mouth, he felt his pants grow tighter at the sound of her moaning against his lips.
Trish felt lightheaded, at the combination of his soft smooth lips and from the lack of oxygen. She could hear the sound of their kissing echoing in the empty alley, and she ranked her hands through his now rainbow colored hair. Her body felt like it was floating, about to burst at the seems at any second. She felt his hands travel to her backside and under her skirt, kneading the soft flesh there. He squeezed her bottom, and Trish took the hint, wrapping her legs around his waist and letting him hoist her up. She snuck a hand under his shirt, feeling his tone chest and lightly scratching at the skin there.
Jeff for his part groan at the feeling of her nails against his bare chest, he caught her lips again, biting hard on the bottom one and sending a jolt of pure pleasure straight through her body. His tongue fluttered across her lips to soothe the swollen flesh. He trailed a path of open mouth kisses from her jawline, down to her throat where he took his time with the soft skin there.
Trish tossed her side to the side, allowing him more room to explore her neck as he kissed and sucked on the skin there. She closed her eyes, and bit back a moan as his kisses trailed further down to the valley of her breast. She gasped as he darted his tongue out and licked her nipple through the thin lace material of her blouse, she held her breath in anticipation of his next moves. Her body felt like it was on fire and only he had a way of putting the fire out.
Jeff gently pushed the material of her shirt to the side, his dick twitching instantly at the sight of her exposed breast. She was truly gorgeous. He stuck his tongue out and teased her nipple, his tongue creating a wonderful pattern of flicking the harden bud between the tip of his tongue. Trish moan at the wonderful lashing his tongue was inflecting over her nipple, she rolled her eyes back as his mouth covered her breast now. Jeff took the nipple between his teeth and sucked hard. Meanwhile, his other hand had traveled underneath her skirt and stopped to stroke her over the thin layer of her very thin panties.
"Jeff…," Trish whimpered, fighting the urge to rock her hips against his hands, and at his long fingers rubbing at her clit throughly the material of her panties.
"Jeff," she moan again, it was the best sound he had ever heard in his life he decided then and there. Trish dug her hand into his shoulder, searching for something to grab, to keep her grounded. "I've never done this before," she finally breathed out.
Jeff froze and looked up at Trish, for the first time that night he noticed her bloodshot eyes. He took her words in, slowly removing his hand from inside her skirt. He swallowed the lump in his throat. "You're… you're a virgin?" Jeff asked her.
Trish bit her lip and gradually nodded her head yes.
Jeff pulled back from her, setting her back down on her feet, he pushed her blouse back into place and pulled her skirt back down. "I'm sorry, I got carried away," he answered, not wanting her to think he'd ever take advantage of the state she was in.
Trish for her part, moved in and kissed his neck. Jeff closed his eyes at the feeling and had to fight back all his urges to go back to what they were doing. "We could… if you want to," Trish whispered and he could faintly smell the smell of alcohol on her breath. He sighed knowing he had to do the right thing, he wasn't that kind of guy and she was a virgin—she deserved better than her first time being behind an alleyway where she possibly wouldn't remember a damn thing.
Jeff cupped her face and looked down at her. "If you remember any of this tomorrow, please tell me," he begged, kissing her forehead.
"You love me," Trish stated, not asked.
"I love you," Jeff confirmed.
He caught her lips again and kissed her passionately, pulling away before she even had the chance to react to the kiss. "You may not remember this, but I'll want to," he said.
Trish for her part giggled and buried her face into his chest. She had never felt more alive, the way her body was still vibrating with excitement and want from his touch. She had never experienced any of this with anyone before, and in a matter of seconds Jeff had her like puty in his hands.
Jeff for his part was busy thinking if she'd remember all this come tomorrow—would she have been this daring if she wasn't in an inhabited state? God, how long he'd be thinking about her lips, her body… she was everything he imagined and more, she was perfect. He wasn't too surprised at her revelation of being a virgin; he had never seen her with anyone before, she she was beautiful and any guy would want to be with her, Jeff just assumed she had.
"Can you make sure Amy gets home?" Trish whispered into his chest, nozzling her face against the soft fabric of his shirt and closing her eyes at the comfort he always seemed to bring her.
"I already texted Shannon letting him know I got you and he's on Amy duty," Jeff replied, dropping a single kiss onto the top of her head. "Let's get you to bed, pretty girl," he whispered and in an instant bent down to carry her bridal style out the alley.
Trish loosely wrapped her arms around his neck, softly kicking her legs in tune to the humming she had taken up. "I got jealous of you and Maria," Trish said quietly into the night.
"Why?" Jeff asked, walking down the sidewalk. The cabin wasn't too far, probably a ten minute walk and as he had experienced before Trish was really light. He was a fighter, he had good stamina.
"Because I think I could love you," She replied effortlessly, like she hadn't just dropped a major announcement on him.
His heart picked up at the statement. "Why don't you tell me any of this when you're sober?" He asked, not for the first time today he had taken notice of how a drunk Trish, was an honest Trish.
"Because I can't afford to break your heart," she whispered against his neck.
Jeff thought about everything she had just said, a part of him wanted to convince her then and there, that he was worth it. He could take it, he knew she'd never purposely hurt him—he trusted her, he wanted her. He had to remind himself there was no use in pouring his heart out to her if she might not even remember any of this night.
"I'd be an honor to have my heart broken by you, Trish," Jeff said instead, settling for something simple.
Trish tightened her grip on him, placing one last lingering kiss to his adam apple before she succumbed to her heavy sleep.