Title: You Outta Know
Author: Jami Lynn
Chapter: 1
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the wrestlers used in this story, 'cause if I
did, I'd be busy with them right now *grin*. But I do own Jayme. The song
belongs to Alanis Moresitte. And the address to the stories is at the bottom of
this email. And don't bother suing me...all you'd get is a half eaten ham
sandwich and a bag of chips from 2 years ago.
Distribution: Ask me if you can use it, more than likely I will say yes.
Rating: So far, it's a PG-13
Content: Nothing bad as of yet, probably won't be anything to bad
either....maybe some cussing.
Spoilers: Um...anything can happen and I'm just writing as I go, so I don't know
yet *L*.
Summary: You Oughta have known
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You Oughta Know
Jayme sat outside of the arena that night, cooling off after her match with
Stephanie McMahon. This match has been more personal than business, even more
personal that Jayme would like to admit.
Jayme had been seeing Adam Copeland for 3 years, ever since she joined the World
Wrestling Federation with the stage name Jaded. She had first began to see Adam
two months before she recieved her five year contract. And now three years
later, they had split up. All because of one woman. Stephanie McMahon.
Jayme wasn't exactly sure what Adam wanted with Stephanie. She was so cold, so
uninviting. So conservative. Nothing like herself in that way. Jayme would do
anything, just for the thrill. Spur of the moment type stuff was what she loved
best. And Adam was the exact same way. He loved to go play in the rain at 3 a.m.
He liked to have sex in the movie theatre. He loved the thrill of doing
something that you would get in trouble for if caught.
Jayme cocked her head to one side as she thought more about Stephanie. They
looked alike in someways. Both of them were the same height. They both had long
brown hair, slightly wavy. Their eyes were both brown, but Stephanie's were
usually narrowed in a glare. Stephanie always had a sneer on her face. Jayme was
generally a smiling person, carefree and loving life.
Jayme blinked away her thoughts as the door opened up and out came the one, Adam
Copeland. They hadn't talked since the day Jayme had caught him in Stephanie's
office, his pants down around his ankles, doing things with Stephanie she didn't
even want to think about at the moment.
Adam caught her gaze and held it for a minute. "Jayme, listen I'm sorry you
saw..." but he was interrupted by Jayme talking. She quoted one of her
favorite songs, :"
I want you to know that I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me
Would she go down on your in a theatre
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother
'Cause the love that you gave that we made
wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, 'til you died
But you're still alive
"Adam, you know...you promised to love me til the day you died. I think you
should keep up your end of the deal." Jayme sneered at him finally.
"Why do you have to be such a bitch about this?" Adam asked her.
"Adam, Darling, why shouldn't I be a bitch. I caught you with your pants
down, screwing someone else. What more of a reason do I need to be a
bitch?" Jayme laughed.
Chorus:
And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
"You look rather well Adam. You must be getting screwd often then. No blue
balls for you. But then, I never did expect Stephanie to be one to hold
out." Jayme sneered at him. "Jayme, just please, cut this shit
off." Adam asked her.
"Oh, I'm just suppose to go on, like nothing happened. Pretend that you
didn't have me replaced even before I was gone. Okay, I can do that for you
Adam. But there is one thing I will tell you before I go back inside."
Jayme told him, watching as he lit a cigarette.
You seem very well, things look peaceful
I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
Are you thinking of me when you fuck her
'Cause the love that you gave that we made
wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, 'til you died
But you're sill alive
Repeat Chorus
"And what is that?" Adam asked, taking a drag of his cigerette.
"I'm not going to be able to just disappear out of your life, just like you
won't disappear out of mine. No matter how hard I try to make you." Jayme
smiled at him. Adam took his cigerette out of his mouth and looked at her.
"Is that all?" He asked. "Nope, You know, you weren't that hard
to replace either. I didn't realize how bad of a fuck you really were until I
got with Jeff Hardy. I hope that everytime I scratch my nails down his back in
actual pleasure, not the fake stuff I did with you...I hope you feel it."
Jayme smiled as Adam nearly swallowed the cigerette between his lips.
Without another word, she walked back inside, leaving him out in the cold, with
nothing but the smoke and her words left hanging in the air.
'Cause the joke that you laid in the bed that was me
And I'm not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes and you know it
And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it...well can you feel it
Repeat Chorus
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