Still Can't Get Over You

Chapter 17

Five months later; Present Day; LA;
Jeff's POV;

This is just great I have been told to put my life in the hands of someone that I have never even met. Here I am in the ring being pummeled in to seven different ways from Sunday and I have to let it happen. I have to put my trust in to the girl who is gonna be my new Valet and a girl who hadn't even been bothered to turn up on time.

How was I meant to respect and get along with someone who didn't even have good time keeping skills?

I let out a little chuckle as I realized just how ridiculous that statement actually was because I was hardly known for being on time.

John Morrison threw me to the ring, bringing my hands up I covered my head as my thoughts turned to Dylan, trying to keep my mind off the fact that my new Valet should be coming out any minute. If I was going down, I wanted to go down with my mind on something that made me happy.

Although Dylan was frustratingly stubborn and head strong to the point where I wanted to hit something, she was still the one who set my heart racing, left my pulse throbbing against every vein in my body to the point where I was sure that the only thing that existed in me was her.

Ever since the night of her High School Reunion, when I had kissed her, when she had kissed me back, I had tried to get her to talk to me, I had tried to get her to see that I was serious but she had blocked every attempt that I made, ensuring that she was always with someone so that she was never alone with me.

I had even sunk so low that I had gone through Shannon's phone and got her number; the first time I called she hung up on me and from then on she has just ignored my calls and texts. I really didn't know what else I could do but there was absolutely no way that I was giving up not when I knew that she felt it; she felt the chemistry, she felt the connection between us, she was just scared of trusting me and I couldn't blame her for that.

Boot after boot connected with my mid section as John Morrison continued to get the upper hand; where the hell is my Valet?

My mind as if aware that I was in trouble, conjured the image of Dylan; her long black hair with the blood red panels of color, the gorgeous dark eyes that could render me speechless, the beautiful full plump lips that felt so amazing pressed against my own, the body that I swore could stop traffic in a heart beat.

My eyes opened and there she was...Dylan sliding along the canvas of the ring, until her face was level with my own; her hand reaching between John's legs and hooking over the top of his trousers and dragging him backwards.

What was she doing here?

My Valet should be doing this, was it really her?

Or had my day dream conjured a image that wasn't really there?

Pinning him down on his back, the ref slid to the canvas and slammed his hand on the mat 1, 2, and finally 3 times as the crowd went crazy.

Moving slowly to me, she held her hand out and the minute my hand slipped in to hers I knew in a heartbeat it was her because no other woman could make me feel the way Dylan did. Slowly helping me so that I was leaning against the ropes, she leaned in and placed her lips over mine professionally; there was nothing intimate or personal about the kiss but as always she made it look real and heartfelt, only I was the one who could see and feel the difference in the kiss.

Smiling sweetly at me, she ran her hand down the side of my face and slid out of the ring and took off up the ramp and disappeared behind the screen.

"And here is your winner from Cameron, North Carolina; Jeff Hardy!" The loud booming of the announcer tore through my confused thoughts as the ref held my arm in the air causing the crowd to go absolutely crazy but I was still stuck on the fact that Dylan seemed to be my new Valet.