Chapter 12
"We're up Trish," Amy called out, stepping toward the curtain as
Charlene and Lisa made their way down toward their area. Trish sighed and backed away from Jeff, snatching her coat from a nearby table.
"Hey Hardy, stop rattling up my princess. She's got a match," Adam
joked, patting Jeff's shoulder as he passed, a towel wrapped around his
shoulders and a smile glowing for Trish. He was always her protector.
"Come on Stratus," Charlene fussed, fixing the Women's Championship
belt over her shoulder. She was more Jazz than Charlene during moments like
this.Trish rolled her eyes, smiling once again for Jeff. What was this?
An intimate moment for the two? Were they sharing secrets like lovers?
�Hat, no hat?� Trish pondered, holding up her black cowboy hat for
Jeff to view. Jeff grinned and reached out. He pulled the hat from his hands,
placed it over his heart and replied simply, "No hat." Trish smiled back and winked at him. She closed her coat over her ring attire and moved toward the curtain, watching Jeff bob his head to Lita's new theme music. She giggled and disappeared behind the curtain, standing patiently with Charlene and Lisa as Amy danced around the ring. Something about watching the match backstage on the monitor drew all of his attention. From the moment she stepped into the ring to the minute she removed that black trench coat to reveal her black leather top and gold leather pants. He didn't lift his green eyes from her. He even
scrunched his face a little when Charlene did her patented standing legdrop on her.
"She's getting a beating man," Matt remarked to his brother and Jeff
stayed focused on the match. He held his chin in his hand and squinted his
eyes, watching the two other women sling Trish into the ropes.
"She'll come through," Jeff remarked softly as Trish lifted her leg
and managed to kick both Charlene and Lisa in the head. He smiled at that.
"Wait, wait... oh man, Stratusfaction bulldog to Jazz. It's as simple
as one, two, and three," Matt exclaimed, latching his hands onto Jeff's
shoulder and giving them a quick squeeze in celebration.
Jeff kept a perfect smile plastered on his lips, glaring at the screen
as Trish lifted Amy's arm in victory. He ignored the staleness of Amy
toward her and focused on Trish, her official victory in Canada. He was happy
for her. "Man, that was a great match for them," Matt cheered and Jeff nodded,
his eyes now on the curtain, awaiting her appearance.
First, there was Amy. She pulled her white headband from her head and
shook her auburn hair out, grinning at her partners with ease. She
stretched her arms, flexing her artful tattoo on her arm before
wrapping her arms around Matt's neck, smiling like a fool. Jeff thought that he might want that from Trish, but then he remembered. Trish was his friend.
Then she appeared. She still wore a bright grin on her lips. She was
still glowing from the match, her hair a little tousled. A twinkle
blossomed in her hazel eyes and she seemed to walk on light feet.
She threw her arms around his neck and he wasn't sure how to react.
Didn't Amy just do that to Matt? Didn't Amy just do that to her boyfriend.
He settled into the hug she gave him and let his hands rest on her hips,
toying with the hem of her shirt. He glanced at Amy and Matt and tried not to
laugh at the goofy smile Matt wore. He flinched when Amy shook her
head at him and did he ever understand why she didn't like them together?
Maybe she was being protective of him. But why? It was just Trish.
Matt cleared his throat and Jeff wished he didn't. He felt Trish back
away and his fingers slipped from her waist, falling to his side. She
continued to smile for him, glancing over her shoulder to look upon Matt and Amy. Matt smiled for her while Amy nodded, a semi-grin trying to push
through her blank expression. "Great kick," Jeff muttered out and Trish turned back to him, raising her brow. He couldn't think of anything better to stay and opted to stand there with a simple smile burned onto his lips.
"Dork," Trish giggled, tapping the end of Jeff's nose with her finger.
Wasn't that an action of affection? She did it enough that she had to
question herself. It just didn't seem normal. What was with Jeff?
"We better go get ready for our match Jeff," Matt suggested, wrapping
an arm around Amy's shoulders before escorting her passed the two. Jeff
nodded but didn't look up at his brother. He looked at Trish, looked at
hazel, looked at colors passing him by as he fell into a trance with her.
"Celebrating later on?" Jeff asked, watching the way an innocent smile
twitched against her lips. Trish pretended to think and wasn't that what she did with one of her old boyfriends? She'd have to chastise herself later, probably when she was asleep next to Jeff, settling with remaining as just friends. "Bring the laughs and I'll bring the jokes buddy," Trish chimed,
patting her hand against Jeff's chest and she decided it was best she walked
away. She knew it'd be wrong if she didn't. She'd be overcome by him again
and those lips would call on her. She couldn't handle that.
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