Title: I'm a Bitch
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 Jami. Tasha owns herself. Heaven help whoever would try to claim us. The song belongs to Alanis Morisette. 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: Jami's drunk...this can't be good
Feedback: I need feedback like I need air! So give it to me, babee! I have been suffocating lately....so please, send in the feedback.
Email: [email protected]


Jami slowly opened one eye as the sun streamed onto her bed, where she had fallen asleep the night before. She inhaled deeply and felt her stomache turn as she smelled the alcohol that had spilled out of the bottle by her head. Jami made a move to roll over, and groaned as her stiff muscles slowly did her bidding. 

After a few minutes of slowly stretching her muscles out, and trying to gather her barings, Jami slowly struggled to sit up. Everything from the night before came rushing to the forefront of her mind, forcing her to bring her hand up to her forehead. "Oh God" Jami groaned, leaning back onto the headboard. 

Jami let her arm reach out as her hand stuggled to find where she had left her bottle of water on the nightstand the night before. Finally it grasped the cool bottle, and she hurridly unscrewd the cap and brought it to her lips. 

After taking a few slow sips, she returned the cap to the bottle, replacing it on the nightstand. Her emotions were flying around inside her at a dizzying rate. She wasn't sure if she was sad, angry, tense, afraid, or more. 
***
I hate the world today
You're so good to me
I know but I can't change
Tried to tell you
But you look at me like maybe
I'm an angel underneath
Innocent and sweet
Yesterday I cried
Must have been relieved to see
The softer side
I can understand how you'd be so confused
I don't envy you
I'm a little bit of everything
All rolled into one
***
Someone began to steadily pound on Jami's hotel room door, making her seriously wonder about whether or not Murder was actually so bad. She stumbled out of bed, glad to see that she was still wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. 

She flung open the door, nearly falling with it, to reveal Adam standing in the doorway. "What happened to you? You look like hell!" Adam exclaimed. Jami glared at him, before taking a few steps backwards into the room. After a few steps she tripped over her own feet and went down on her butt. Jami shrugged her shoulders before curling her legs up underneath her. "Did you come here to tell me that? 'Cause really...a dancing ape would have made the message a bit nicer." Jami growled. 

Adam sniffed the air before sitting down in front of her, "Been drinking?" he asked, like he would have asked a child. "No Sherlock-No-Shit, I was just watching the bottle of Vodka. It looked so pretty." Jami sarcastically said, holding her head again. 

"Hmmmm, someone woke up on the side of bitchiness today." Adam grinned. 


***
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way


***
"What do you want Adam?" Jami asked, trying hard not to throw up on him. 'God, I thought you were only suppose to be hungover in the morning, not feel as sloushed at before' Jami thought to herself. 

"I came to see how things went with Tasha last night after you hung up the phone." Adam answered her, running a hand through his long golden hair. That brought everything back to Jami. "Like you care you bastard." Jami muttered. 

"Whoa, what are you talking about now?" Adam asked. "Tasha told me all about you and Jeff's little plan...switch bed partners...jumping through hoops." Jami murmered. 

"you sure you weren't having a circus dream or something?" Adam asked, confused. "Don't bring the clowns into this! You know I hate clowns." Jami slurred. Adam gave her one of his patented 'No More Booze for You' looks, but didn't say anything. 

Jami sighed, "Tasha told me that she overheard your conversation with Jeff. The one about how Tasha and I were just bed partners...you got tired of us, so you decided to switch. And switch you did. And you were curious to how many hoops we would jump through for you guys. Well you found out, didn't ya. It's a good thing she showed up before you did....otherwise I may have believe you guys instead." Jami sighed, stretching so her forehead was on the floor inbetween them, her upper body stretched out over her legs. 

"Jami, you really are quite insane, ya know that, right?" Adam asked. 
***
So take me as I am
This may mean
You'll have to be a stronger man
Rest assured that
When I start to make you nervous
And I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
And today won't mean a thing

I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
I'm your hell, I'm your dream
I'm nothing in between
You know you wouldn't want it any other way

***
"Yes, I am quite aware of that. thank you for that stunning revelation." Jami spat out, from her position on the floor. "Do you really believe Tasha?" Adam asked, putting a hand on her hair. 

Jami tried to swat it off, but didn't get that far as Adam grabbed her hand and held it between his. Finally Jami lifted her head off the ground so Adam could see her eyes, which were filled with tears. "Either way I lose someone....either you and Jeff, or Tasha. Why can't this be made easier, like it is on the show. Why can't i Have obvious clues, or camera's backstage catching all these little moments, or hell, even a script so I know what to do." Jami sniffled. 

Jami's lower lip stuck out like a child pouting, and Adam chuckled. "You know what, you do kind of look cute this way." 

***
Just when you think, you got me figured out
The season's already changing
I think it's cool, you do what you do
And don't try to save me

I'm a bitch, I'm a tease
I'm a goddess on my knees
When you hurt, when you suffer
I'm your angel undercover
I've been numb, I'm revived
Can't say I'm not alive
You know I wouldn't want it any other way

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