Chapter 5
She looked away, hazel eyes of mystery hiding behind the night's sky.
She didn't want to look at him, think of how he probably hurt at night
because he didn't have Beth anymore. She didn't want to think of the past
summer or what she did, in the middle of the ring, that made her feel different
around Jeff. It made her feel warm.
"For a former Women's Champion, you sure keep to yourself," Jeff
commented, a small laugh following his words. At least he remembered how to
laugh. She turned to him again and a smile blossomed without thought. She
twirled a finger in her hair and shrugged, shyness overcoming her.
He arched an eyebrow and searched her eyes for something. "Why don't
you have a boyfriend? There are plenty of guys that want to date you. At
least, that's the talk in the locker rooms," Jeff mentioned, easing to
one side in his seat. He folded his arms over his chest and puckered his
lips a little, curiosity written into every feature of his face.
"Aren't we curious?" Trish giggled, tapping the edge of her finger on
the end of his nose. He flinched and then shot her a minute grin.
"Just a bit," Jeff replied, his eyes squinting as he looked on her.
She felt a little uncomfortable with his eyes on her, but she refused
to give in. She shrugged and tilted her head, a girlish feeling racing
over her. Was this right? She couldn't be this way, not in front of Jeff
Hardy. He was just too abnormal. He wasn't right. He was extreme.
"I don't usually date guys in the Federation. There's just too much
red tape that goes along with it," Trish said simply, a small sigh
following her words. That was the truth. "So guys with the company are off limits?" Jeff wondered and maybe
there was another question in his expression that she wanted to answer.
"I didn't say that." But she did. She did just answer another
question that she didn't mean to answer. And she had to look away this time.
She had to watch the passing street lights because they were nearing the
hotel and she was desperate to be away from Jeff Hardy. She was anxious to
get away from this feeling.
Trish was thrilled that Jeff found someone on the hotel staff to help
him with his bags. She was overjoyed that she made it to the elevators
before him, finding solace in the silence of the elevator as she attempted to
flee thoughts of Jeff Hardy and thoughts of what she felt. Why did she feel
that way? Why did that feeling overcome her again? She was through with
those silly thoughts. Jeff Hardy was just another wrestler, one she had many
run in's with in the beginning of her WWF career and one she rarely worked
with now. There only connection was Amy Dumas and that was when she was
wrestling as Lita. They had no more storylines together and matches
that intertwined their careers. She was through with him. She was through
with him professionally.
"I would really like to be in an angle with somebody like Rob Van Dam
or maybe even Edge. I would make a great valet for them."
Trish groaned quietly when she heard Torrie Wilson's voice. She never
understood why Shane McMahon thought she would be great for the
Federation. Stacy Keibler had already solidified her position as the next Terri
Runnels and Mr. McMahon had Trish, Lita, Mighty Molly, Jacqueline, and Ivory to
secure the women's division. What did they need Torrie for? Maybe it
was the previous encounters the two had before becoming part of the
wrestling circuit that turned her off to Torrie? It didn't matter. To Trish,
Torrie was worthless.
"You know Torrie, if you got the in the ring a bit more like Stacy,
you might find yourself in a more useful role. It's hard for us to find
good storylines for valets," Stephanie McMahon said and Trish laughed to
herself. Torrie? A good wrestler? Was that possible?
"Why do I need to wrestle more? Valets never get respect when they
turn wrestlers," Torrie fussed and Trish had to look, had to stare at her
with slight disgust as she walked toward her room. Stephanie laughed and rested her hands on her hips. "That's crazy.
Look at Trish. She went from manager to wrestler and we just honored her by
giving her a great run as the Women's Champion," Stephanie contended,
leaving Trish to smile meekly as she continued to walk toward her room.
"Oh, joy; I get to be the next Trish Stratus," Torrie sighed with
sarcasm, walking in the opposite direction. Stephanie groaned and followed her,
barking something that Trish didn't care to hear. She just wanted
Torrie's head on a platter, served with freshly sliced tomatoes and roasted
potatoes.
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