10.

It wasn't until she moved and the sun hit her eyes that Bailey woke up. She cuddled down into the blankets of her bed, pulling the covers over her head, she groaned. Remembering what had happened the night before, an arm snaked around her shoulders, and who ever it belonged to placed gentle butterfly kisses along her shoulder.

"Morning." Jeff whispered in her ear causing her to shiver, Yeah, that's great, why can't he do what he normally does and sleep in till its dark again, no, no, he has to wake up early today, Bailey rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, morning." Pulling the sheets from the bed and wrapping them around herself, Bailey stood up. She looked back at Jeff; his face was a mixture of confusion and disappointment. "I, err, I have to met Ashley and the girls for breakfast."

"Oh." Jeff lay back down, "Well, I'll see you at the meeting then."

Bailey sat in the arena canteen, head on the table with a cup of coffee in her hand. It had only been two hours since she left Jeff's bed, but she couldn't even stay in the same hotel as him. She tensed up as she heard footsteps approaching, her fist clenched on the table, she resisted the urge to throw her coffee over the person that was about to disturb her. It wasn't like she was alone in the canteen, Nikki, Bree, Ashley and all the divas were sat on the opposite side of the room, terrified of breathing too loudly in case they increased the bad mood in she was already in.

"Well, what's different here?" His voice made her smile.

"Nothing's different." She whispered in reply.

"Bailey, I know you, you seem to forget that a lot but I know you, and I know that when you are freaking out you need lots of coffee and cigarettes." He laughed, knowing that he was right. In the past, whenever she had a crisis of any kind, she would have always been found in the comfy deckchairs outside her favourite café, a large coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

"You checked out the front first didn't you?" A faint smile crept onto her face; Mark Calloway always had been able to tell what was on her mind. Bailey had grown up under the eyes of Mark; he was her stand in father when her own had disappeared. As it turned out, the WWE had had their eyes on Bailey for quite some time.

"Of course I did. Now are you going to tell me what's bugging you or am I going to have to guess?" Mark chuckled knowing that in the end Bailey would spill the beans on what was up, it would just take some time.

"I'm fine. It's just Jeff."

"The Hardy boy?" Mark smirked, if only she knew what he knew.

"Yeah, him." Bailey sighed heaving her head up off the table to drink from her coffee mug.

"Well, what's wrong with Jeff then?"

"Nothings wrong with Jeff, it's me. Well, it's the both of us to be honest."

"This is going to be one of those days where you just aren't letting slip isn't it?" Mark rolled his eyes.

"It's nothing. Honestly, I'll just have to figure it out on my own, yeah." Bailey lifted her head and attempt to give Mark a reassuring smile.

"Whatever you say kiddo." Mark stretched his arm around her shoulder and squeezed slightly.

"Er, Bailz, it's time for the meeting." Maria said in the gentlest voice she could summon, still worried about Bailey's possibly worsened mood. Bailey nodded in reply, not up to talking to many people.

"BAILEY! MEETING! NOW!" Nikki screamed causing all of the divas to jump.

"I'm coming." Mark left the room after giving Bailey a hug and telling her what he always told her, to keep her chin up, Bailey walked over to the group of divas and her two best friends. "Must you shout?"

"Must you being in a shit mood?" Nikki smirked, "Have you not been laid in a while?" The colour drained from Bailey's face, Nikki's face dropped to the floor.

"Moving on." Bree coughed, "We have a meeting to get to."

Jeff POV

I was sat in my usual seat in the back of the conference room, legs crossed underneath me with a family sized bag of skittles on my lap. I sat popping them into my mouth, Matt sat next to me, he was telling me something, ranting on about someone, but I couldn't keep my concentration on him.

I was waiting for her. She knew where I was, yet she was avoiding me like the plague. What had I done that was so wrong? She had wanted it just as much as me, or she wouldn't have followed me back. Or would she? God she's so confusing.

What was it that kept me so interested in her? The door to the conference room opened again, some superstars piled in, none of them her. Mark Calloway walked in, the feeling of respect filtered through the room. That's were each and every one of us wanted to be. Up there with the top dogs, nothing could top that status. It wasn't until I realised that I was staring at him, did I realise that he was staring back. He caught my eye and smiled, knowing that he had spoken to Bailey, but not knowing if she knew that I had spoken to him first was eating me up inside.

The door opened again, and that's when everyone's attention went south. One by one the divas strutted into the room, Nikki, the wild child with an attitude that no one on the roster could match leaded the way, after half of the divas had entered, so did Aubrey, a girl who looked so sweet but had a temper that only a fool would test. Then came Bailey, her blonde her stuffed under a black baker boy hat, she was wearing those low skinny jeans that clung to her hips showing off the tattoos that I had found last night. The simple wifebeater that she wore showed off every little inch of her body that I had craved for so long, every inch that I had kissed. I watched her stand by the door, smacking gum and cracking her fingers. Nikki walked behind me and stood by the back exit, Aubrey walked to the other side of the room, opposite Bailey taking on the same stance.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, now that you are all here I would like to introduce you to some new members of staff." Vince began, "Everyone knows that in the past few months, we have been having some problems with security, especially for the divas." Vince nodded towards Bailey, she smiled slightly. Was it really my fault that she was the only person in the room that I could concentrate on? "Our new members of staff and situated around the room, they are here for one reason, and one reason only, to protect our divas. If they are subjected to any form of abuse, verbal or physical, I will not be responsible for their actions and immediate suspension will be given." Vince paused for some sort of dramatic effect, "Now, meet your new colleagues."

Every pair of eyes turned to Aubrey, everyone's except mine. I could hear Bree's words but I never once broke my gaze with Bailey. Aubrey stopped speaking and Nikki began, still I could hear the words but couldn't tear my eyes away from her. Nikki soon quietened down. For the first time since she had entered the room, Bailey lifted her head high.

"My name is Bailey Giancana, I am eighteen years old and will not tolerate any man that thinks he is better than me, I will bring you down to my level and show you that I mean ever word I say. If you have at least one brain cell you will have caught on that I am the only granddaughter of Salvatore Giancana, naturally I would rather play with guns than paint my nails. I am a fully trained wrestler," I sat up a little straighter, she might as well have been stood there in her work clothes, leather pants and a vest, everyone knew that she was straight to the point, but I was the only one to pick up on her urge to run out the room and hide. "Dory Funk plucked me out of a bar fight, just before I could kill the girl. I fight dirty and I don't care if I put you in hospital. I am more than a body guard for these girls; piss me off, and I'll show you what I can do with seven butcher knives and a handgun."

I watched as Bailey stood up a little straighter, cracking her back. She stood silent while Vince ran through the notices, script changes and promo times. Stephanie McMahon stood up from her seat; she turned to her audience and cleared her throat.

"I want to see Matt Hardy, Dave Bautista, Amy Dumas and Candice Michelle in my office within ten minutes of the end of the meeting. We have some storylines to change."

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, we have a show to put on." Vince smiled as he watched the conference room clear out. I waited back a little bit watching Bailey resume her position at the back of the line of divas as the strutted out of the room. I have got to talk to her, its driving me insane.

"Hey bro, you okay?" Matt was stood directly in front of me, blocking my view of Bailey and ruining my plan to follow her out to the locker rooms.

"Yeah I'm fine." I replied, attempting to subtly look over his shoulder, I caught a glimpse of the back of her head as she left the room. Dammit Matt, why now?

"No you're not. You've been off with everyone for a while." Matt's speech slowed down as things slowly clicked into place in his mind. "Ever since we went to that bar," he glared at Jeff. "Ever since you met that Bailey girl."

"Shut up Matt, I'm not in the mood for the third degree about some girl. I'm not in third grade anymore." I snapped without meaning to.

"You're obsessed."

"I am fucking not." I protested as we walked out into the corridor; I could see her at the front of the herds of people, she turned left, seconds later the door of the diva's locker room slammed shut behind her.

"You." Matt stopped walking all together. He really was trying to keep me away from her. "You love her."

"Matt?" Amy ran down the hall, swerving in and out of stage hands and other wrestlers. "Matt! Come on, we are supposed to be in Steph's office in five minutes, come on!" Amy was my saviour. I smiled at her, knowing that she would understand later. Matt turned back to me.

"We'll talk about this later." He whispered in a parental tone, before I could protest to being treat like a four year old Amy had linked her arm with Matt's and was dragging him down the hall in the opposite direction of the diva's locker room. I smiled; I'd talk to her now, before I go out to the ring and get myself hyped up. I approached the locker room door with care, knowing that the girls could jump up and run through the door screaming at any possible sight of a spider or a bug. I knocked twice and stood back. It was Nikki who answered the door, her hand flicked back to be what looked like touching her wrist, but I knew she was just holding a knife in place just in case. I opened my mouth to speak.

"She's not here."

"Yes she is." I protested, "I just saw her come in here."

"Well you obviously weren't paying that much attention because she just left for her break. She took her skateboard and her cigarettes, so I'm assuming she's outside." Nikki stared at me hard. "Well go on, I've told you were she is, go!" Before I could thank her she had disappeared behind the door and shut it. I wasn't going to miss her again so I ran through the halls and straight out through the car park. She was sat on top of her skateboard on the pavement with her knees pulled up to her chest, she hugged her legs as she smoked.

End of Jeff POV

"Don't bother, I'm leaving." Bailey whispered, she knew that he would be the only one to follow her out here.

"Why?"

"Because I'm supposed to be working okay." Bailey snapped, standing up and heading to her car, she popped the boot and threw her skateboard in before slamming it shut.

"No you're not. You're on your break." Bailey sighed. "Why are you avoiding me Bailey?"

"I'm not."

"Don't fucking lie to me." Jeff snapped pushing her up against the car, pinning her wrists back against the cold metal. A tear slid down her cheek, immediately Jeff loosened his grip. "Just tell me." He whispered turning away from her, sitting on the floor and leaning against the car.