Behind Those Eyes

A/N: I'm sure you guys all know by now that I do not, nor will I ever own, anyone in this story. Of course, this story is based off of the song "Behind Those Eyes" by Three Doors Down. Well, can't guarantee my updates will be all that quick, but enjoy. :)

Also, I'm going to be using some of the wrestler's real names. Like Christian Cage is Jason Reso; Edge is Adam Copeland; Lita is Amy Dumas etc.

Summary: Trish just moved from Toronto to live with her cousin Jay. She instantly turns heads and gains popularity at her new school. But Stacy Keibler, the most popular girl in school, isn't impressed and has a plan that consists of John Cena. Trish x John

Chapter One - "Call Me Crazy"

"But Daddy!" Trish whirled around, her seventeen year old mind abuzz. Her brown eyes grew wide in horror, "You can't possibly send me there! I'm already practically finished with high school!" The blonde shouted out in frustration, ignoring her father's careless shrug.

"Patricia, honey, what with me getting a new job, I'm going to be traveling a lot..." He tried to reason with her quietly.

"Say the word and I'll pack my things and come with. Please, Daddy! Don't make me go stay with him!" Trish begged, continuing to stand at the other end of the kitchen table, across from her father inside their cramped apartment.

"What's wrong with Jay? He's your age..." Her father raised an eyebrow, even if his face held no emotion.

"In case you haven't noticed... He hates me. Last time we visited, he completely ignored me and went off to go hang out with that Adam guy!" Trish pouted even further.

"Trish, you guys were five. He probably didn't even know who you were." Her father continued trying to reason with her.

"Like he will now?" Trish retorted, raising her own eyebrow.

"Ugh..." Her father rubbed his temples, "Go pack now. The taxi's going to be here first thing in the morning to take you to the airport." As he spoke these words, Trish's desperately innocent pout quickly turned into a dark scowl. She slammed her palms facedown on the table, brown eyes blazing.

"I hate you! You're the worst father ever! I can't believe you're making me go all the way across the continent because of some stupid job! I should be your first priority!" The petite teenager yelled louder than either of them expected, running to her room before she could let out anything else. Her father sighed as he shook his head, frowning to himself.

It was for the better if she went down to Tampa.

Trish threw her duffel bag onto her small bed. So what if her house was crappy and cramped? She loved it here more than anywhere else in the world. It was her home, the only home she knew. She grew up here and lived here her whole life.

She wiped the tears away in frustration, but they only came even faster. Grabbing the few articles of clothing she had, she threw them in the duffel bag. She went around, grabbing all of the things as furious thoughts filled her mind.

Unable to hold back another sob, she let herself fall face first onto her bed, not bothering to wipe away the tears now. The whole situation was completely unfair. It wasn't as if she didn't have friends that she couldn't stay with.

A sudden knock on the door broke Trish away from her thoughts. Without hesitation, she lifted her head to scream out, "Go away!" She didn't have to be a genius to figure out who it was on the other side.

Her father walked into her room anyway.

"Patricia..." He started, his voice sounding unusually uneasy. Trish just glared at the wall through teary eyes as she curled up into a ball, away from him. "This is for the better. You'll make new friends and Jay's house is bigger. I'll still visit you when I'm in town..." He went to touch her arm.

"You don't get it do you?" Trish moved out of his reach, standing up on the other side of the bed. "I've lived here my whole life, dad! Now suddenly, you want me to pack all of my things and get out to stay at some stupid Tampa place! Toronto's my home! You can't just make me leave!" She now glared at him, balling her hands into fists.

"I can make you leave anytime I want, Patricia! You need to learn that there's bigger and more exciting things out there. You need to see what it's like everywhere." Her father sighed, sounding equally as frustrated as his daughter.

"I'm happy here!" Trish shouted back, turning away from him and looking out the small window. Her father rubbed his forehead, silently cursing himself for passing down his stubborn genes to her. Unsure of what else to say to make her change her mind, he shook his head.

"You'll be happier down there. Now go to sleep and be up before seven." Without anything else spoken, he had turned on his heel and left the room. Trish felt tears come flooding down her cheeks again as she stared at the door.

Things should've never come to this.

"Trish! You'd better be up!"

Trish moaned tiredly as she tried to block the sunlight coming from her window. She glanced at the clock. It was six-thirty. Great, another half hour before I'm shipped off like some stupid package. She thought to herself harshly, rubbing the sleepiness out of her eyes.

She rolled off her bed and onto the floor, landing on her feet. Trish moved over to her closet, carelessly changing into a pair of black sweatpants and a dark green tank top.

She turned to study herself in the mirror, not really bothering to dig out all of her make up. Instead, she found herself walking towards the kitchen. In an instant, she smelt her favorite food, pancakes.

"Hey honey." Her father smiled sweetly, trying his best to push back last night's events to the back of his mind. Trish only sent a glare towards him, sitting at the other end of the table. "I made your favorite." He placed a stack of pancakes in front of her. However, the food didn't interest her at all.

"I'm not hungry." She mumbled, pushing it away from her. He sighed deeply.

"You've got to eat before you leave." He stated matter-of-factly.

"No, I don't. I'll eat at the airport." She rolled her eyes. Her father only shook his head.

"It's not the end of the world, you know." He looked at her intently.

"Easy for you to say." She muttered coldly. She took a sip of orange juice before walking back towards her room to grab her things.

Upon entering her room, the blonde couldn't help but stare into the mirror staring back at her. After today, she would leave this place forever... She fiercly shook her head at that thought. No... It wasn't forever. She'd return one day and live here for the rest of her miserable life.

Hearing a loud honk outside, Trish glanced out the window. Her frown only deepened at seeing the bright yellow taxi sitting there innocently. Picking up her duffel bag, she drew a deep breath and made her way back out of her room.

She didn't even bother glancing back into the kitchen. Her dad just sat there, watching her leave silently. Trish rolled her eyes at hearing him say nothing and walked out the front door. She closed it behind her for the last time, watching the taxi driver honk again. This was it...

"Thank you and please enjoy your flight." The voice over the loud speaker then ended with a soft click. Trish shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling her stomach form into knots. She looked out the window silently, trying to stop herself from psyching herself out.

"Sorry. Coming through. Sorry..." Trish turned her eyes back over towards the aisle at hearing a voice grow closer and closer. Finally, the boy owning the voice stopped next to her row. He glanced at his plane ticket before looking up at the number above the seats. With a small smile, he placed his bags up in the compartment and sat beside Trish.

Trish had managed to get a good look of him while he was standing. He was around 6 foot two and a bit on the thin side. He kind of had a girlish figure, Trish figured.

She only stared at him, her eyes traveling up from his black baggy pants to his tight black mesh shirt, and finally to his face. Her face twisted in shock at seeing his hair. It was about chin length and... blue. The boy looked over at her, feeling her gaze. Trish quickly averted her gaze to the floor, cheeks flushing. He only laughed slightly.

"Hi. I'm Jeff." He held out his hand to shake. Trish studied his hand. He was wearing black nail polish. Yeah, definitely a freak.

"Trish." She nodded, grasping his warm hand. Jeff shook her hand and then pulled back. He cleared his throat.

"Your first time to Tampa?" He asked, looking at her even more closely at noticing the uneasiness in her eyes. Trish gave him a small nod.

"Yeah. My dad decided to become an ass and make me go live with my cousin." She rolled her brown eyes. Jeff's green eyes lit up.

"What area?" He asked, leaning back into the chair as the plane began to take off. Trish only remained quiet, prompting Jeff to wave a hand in front of her face. "Trish?"

"Huh? Oh... What?" The blonde blinked, seeming a bit lost as she looked up at him.

"What area are you staying at?" Jeff repeated himself, more slowly this time.

"Oh… Uh...This place..." She dug out a piece of paper from her pocket and pointed to the address scribbled on it. "It's my cousin, Jay's house." She shrugged as she replaced the paper. A grin formed on Jeff's face.

"So you're the chick he was talking about on the phone!" He laughed while Trish eyed him oddly.

"He... was talking about me?"

"Yeah. He called me saying that his cousin was coming over for a while and that she was from Canada. Said something like you dissed him last time you came over..." Jeff shrugged. Trish's eyes narrowed.

"No. I so did not 'diss him'. He abandoned me for that Adam guy." She spat with a roll of her eyes. Jeff only shook his head, still smiling.

"Well, Jay does tend to exaggerate..." Trish nodded at what Jeff said and a silence came over the two for a few moments.

"Do you live in Canada?" Trish broke the silence, staring at her hands.

"Nah. I live in Tampa now. I just moved about a year ago from North Carolina." Jeff nodded. Trish continued to look at her hands, feeling a tiny bit awkward at not knowing what to say next.

"Oh..." There was another silence between the two. Letting out a small sigh, Trish leaned back and closed her eyes. The least she could do was get rested for when she arrived at the airport.

"And thank you for riding JetBlue." The voice over the loudspeaker once again clicked to silence several hours later. Trish groggily rubbed her eyes, moaning. The blonde momentarily forgot where she was, blinking at noticing the people all standing up around her.

Another second later, she stood up and stretched out her legs. As more people began to file out of the plane, the Canadian peeked down at Jeff, who had apparently fallen asleep after she had.

"Uh... Joe..." She poked him awakardly, "Jen?" She once again poked him in the side. "Justin?" Trish chewed on her lip, as she watched some people give her odd stares. She sent them a glare and blew in Jeff's ear. "Hey... Blue guy... Wake up..." She shook him by the shoulders. When he still didn't wake up, another thought crossed her mind, "Please don't be dead..." She begged quietly, looking at the ceiling.

That also earned a few odd stares from random people.

"Mmm..." Jeff groaned in his sleep, twisting to a new position. Other people on the plane continued filing out, leaving the plane more than halfway empty.

"Hef?" Trish attempted at pulling Jeff to his feet with no such luck. Now people had begn whispering about 'the girl who couldn't wake her boyfriend up'. She rolled her eyes. "HEF!" Trish screamed close to Jeff's ear as a last resort.

"WHAT? I'M UP!" Jeff immediately jumped up to his feet, his heart racing and nearly knocking Trish over in the process, but instead thumping his head on the low ceiling.

"Finally..." Trish mumbled with a slight roll of her eyes. People all turned their attention away from the pair as soon as Jeff stopped rubbing the top of his head. Once more people passed, Jeff stepped into the aisle to retrieve their bags. "Oh, uh... What's your name?" Trish asked sweetly, even going to offer a cheeky smile.

"Jeff... I already told you this..." Jeff stared at her for a bit in the middle of getting their bags down. Trish shrugged.

"So, it's not Hef, huh?" Trish asked innocently as she took her bag from Jeff.

"Nope. But if it was, maybe I could get some money and a sneak peek at the PlayBoy mansion. Y'know what I mean, Trish?" He elbowed her, talking about Hugh Hefner. Trish uneasily laughed, not having the slightest clue what he was talking about.

The two made their way to the parking lot, with Jeff taking out his cell phone and turning it back on. "You need a ride?"

"Actually, yeah. My dad never really left me with a ride..." Trish admitted, shrugging lightly. Jeff nodded as he dialed a number.

"Just wait right here." He placed his bags down on the sidewalk once outside and walked a couple feet away from Trish." Hey! How ya'll doin'?" The North Carolina native asked happily into the phone rather loudly, earning him a few odd stares.

Jeff ignored them like usual.

"Yep. I'm back and better than ever. You were right when you said Toronto had cool shops. I even found glow in the dark body paint. It sparkles too." Jeff laughed. Trish could very faintly hear a laugh on the other end of the phone. She shifted her bag on her shoulder quietly. For Tampa, it was pretty cold.

"Hey, need a ride, babe?" Trish blinked blankly, turning slightly to see a guy giving her a toothy smile.

"No. I'm okay." Trish nodded, uneasily looking away from the guy.

"C'mon. I don't bite... much.." He winked as he stepped closer to the blonde. Trish silently urged Jeff to look this way and hang up the phone, but didn't dare interrupt his phone call.

"Sorry. I'm busy at the moment." Trish kept her attention focused on Jeff, making sure his bags were still here as she took a small step away from the guy.

"You don't look like you're doin' anything. Just come and get to know me. I'm a real nice guy." The guy once again moved closer to Trish and she could smell the scent of cigarettes and alcohol on him.

"No... I really have to be going.." Trish swallowed nervously, feeling his touch on her arm.

"Okay, my brother'll be here in... Hey! Get the hell away from her you fag!"Jeff's calm exterious instantly changed to bitterness as he shoved the guy away from Trish. The guy staggered back a few good feet.

"Woah. Did you fall in a toxic waste dump or something'? I think you should go take a shower before this babe'll ever consider hangin' with you." The guy slurred as he laughed. Jeff ignored him, but Trish took quick note of the hurt look in his eyes.

"I said get the hell away from her." Jeff growled in a low, threatening voice. The guy shrugged, taking a few more steps back.

"Sorry babe, I'd save ya from him. But I'm afraid he'll get all rabid on me and spread some deadly disease to me." The guy smirked and walked away, using the bench as a guide to hold himself steady. Jeff glared after him, making sure he was a good distance away before turning back to Trish.

"You okay?" He asked, picking up his bags. Trish nodded back.

"Thanks..." She mumbled, crossing her arms again uncomfortably after that whole situation. Jeff smiled reassuringly at her.

"No problem. My brother's gonna be pickin' us up in about ten minutes." Jeff explained calmly. Trish nodded once again.

"You seem to of gotten over what he said pretty quickly..." She couldn't help but look up to meet Jeff's calm gaze as she blurted this out quietly.

"Eh... If you're gonna want to stand out in a crowd, there's gonna be haters and lovers. If you let the haters get to you, then it's your downfall. I just push it to the back of my mind." Jeff smiled as the two moved over to sit on one of the benches. Trish stared at Jeff for a few quiet moments.

He had a point.

A/N: Please R&R.