Chapter 1
Jeff Hardy looked around the party he was at. Everyone looked like they were having a good time- he smiled as two beautiful brunettes walked past him.
“Having fun?” His friend, Jen, asked him.
“You know how to throw a party Jen,” the 23-year-old wrestler admitted.
“Why didn’t Matt come?”
“He was busy, he said he’d stop by later if he could,”
“Ok,"she said as she started to walk away. "Have fun."
“Jen, wait,” Jeff said, grabbing his friend’s arm, “That blonde girl over there, who is she?”
“That’s my old college roommate Jamie Smith... But she’s not your type.”
“What do you mean by that?” he asked.
“She’s a shy, spoiled, rich girl that can come off as being a bitch.. She’s really sheltered, like I said- she’s not your type."
“What’s my type?”
“Girls that are- well- that are…” Jen searched for the words as Jeff stood with a smirk on his face. “Girls that are more outgoing,” she finally said, “Girls who like guys with pink hair and ride motorcycles. Girls not like Jamie.”
“Well, we’ll see about that,” he said as he walked away from Jen and towards Jamie.
“Jeff, don’t,” Jen pleaded. He ignored her and walked up to the couch Jamie was sitting at and sat next to her.
She smiled at him as he sat down. She ran a hand down her short black skirt. Jeff looked at her black high heels, guessing they cost more than his motorcycle. He watched her a few more minutes; she didn’t look like she was comfortable there and didn’t look like she was enjoying herself.
“You don’t look like you’re having a good time,” he said after a few minutes.
“Excuse me?” she asked, not realizing she was being talked to. She didn’t really know anybody at the party and wasn’t expecting anyone to start a conversation with her.
“It doesn’t look like you’re having fun,” he said again.
“No, I am,” she lied.
“No you’re not,” he said, “I can tell you’re not.”
“Ok, well I’m not,” she admitted. The whole time looking at this man- wondering what he was on. It wasn’t that he wasn’t totally gorgeous- because he was- it was just that with his multi-colored hair and southern drawl- he wasn’t the normal type of guy who approached her.
“So are you from North Carolina too?” he asked, making conversation.
“Not originally,” she told him, “I was born in New York, went to college in Boston, and then moved down here for my job, my dad lives down here too.”
“How long have you been here?”
“A little less than 3 months,” she explained, “Jen and I were roommates in college and when she found out I was living down here she invited me to the party. I don't really know anyone else around here."
Jeff nodded his head. “Do you want to get out of here?”
Jamie looked at him, was he for real? They were talking for less than 5 minutes and he was inviting her to go out with him?
“I don’t think so,” she said politely, “thanks though.”
“Come on, you’re new here,” he said helping her off the couch, “Let me show you around."
“Sure,” she said before she even realized that the words came out of her mouth. What was possessing her to go out with a total stranger?
“I didn’t drive here,” Jamie told him.
“That’s ok, we’ll take my bike,” he said walking towards his motorcycle.
“Bike?” she asked, “bike as in motorcycle?”
He grinned, “Yeah, why you’re not scared are you?”
“No,” she said quickly.
Jeff stuck out his hand, “By the way, I’m Je…”
“I know who you are,” she said interrupting.
“You do?” he asked, a bit confused.
“Just because I was raised in a first class home doesn’t mean I don’t watch wrestling,” she said with a smile, “You’re Matt Hardy, right?”
“Actually, I’m…” Jeff started to say.
She interrupted him again, “I was playing Jeff, I know who you are. I think most women do."
He grinned, so this girl did have a sense of humor. He handed her his extra helmet, then slid his on.
“Where to?” she asked as she climbed on behind him.
“I was thinking I could show you are local bar,” he told her, “it’s pretty popular.”
“I’m not exactly dressed for a bar..."
“You look great, don’t worry,” he said, starting the bike, “You’re gonna have to hold on tight, I don’t want you to go flying off.”
Jamie tightened her grip around Jeff’s stomach, nervously.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she had to yell for him to hear her.
“Ok, here we go,” he called back to her, with that the bike took off and they made their way towards the bar.
Chapter 2