Title: Addiction

Summary: She was addicted to Starbucks. He was addicted to her, but she never paid him any mind. Until he decides to talk to her. JeffChantel.

Disclaimer: I own no one. WWE is owned by Vince McMahon.

-Start-

"Bro, just go over there." Matt told his brother Jeff in catering. Jeff was staring intently at the beautiful new WWE diva Chantel.

"She doesn't like me, so why bother."

"Have you ever talked to her?"

"Err, no…but she hasn't talked to me either."

"She's been here for what, two months? She hasn't really talked to anyone."

Jeff watched as she took a sip of her Starbucks coffee before texting on her cell. The diva's name was Chantel Price, she was on Smackdown and with Brie Bella, feuding with Natalya and Victoria.

"She's talking to Ken." He pointed out, Chantel had stopped texting and was laughing with Ken about something. "Think they're dating?"

"Ken's married."

"So was 'Taker when he hooked up with Michelle."

"Fine, no, I do not think they're dating. Stop being paranoid, Jeff…talk to her. Aren't you supposed to be the risk taker, the rainbow haired warrior?"

"I am."

"Then go take a risk."

Jeff stood up before looking to Matt. "I'll do this."

"Go get her, Jeff." Matt laughed.

Jeff walked over to Chantel's table and sat down. Ken turned to look at Jeff.

"Hey, Jeff. What's up?"

"Not much. Just wanted to introduce myself to… Chantel, right?" he already knew her name, but none the less wanted to make an impression.

"Yup, it tis." Chantel smiled at him before moving her black hair from in front of her eye.

"Well…" Ken replied, looking between the two smiling wrestlers. "I'll leave you to alone."

"Bye, Ken." Chantel gave a slight wave. Jeff just nodded.

"So…"

"Yeah…awkward silence." Chantel took a sip from her Starbucks cup.

"What cha drinkin'?"

"You have a nice accept, it's cute."

Jeff smiled. "Thanks."

"I'm drinking a Venti Caramel Frappuchino, though. I'm addicted to Starbucks…." Her voice trailed. "Are, are you addicted to anything?"

"Define addiction."

"Err… an insane craving that can either make you stronger," Chantel smirked. "Or kill you."

'I crave you...insanely.' Jeff thought, but didn't say. "There is a few."

"Ohh, do tell the mystery that is Jeff Hardy."

"Well, it's not really any mystery there. I'm addicted to hair dye, nail polish, and skittles."

"Nail polish? I know you like to paint your nails, just never saw that coming."

"Yet you saw hair dye and skittles?"

Chantel nodded. "Well, it's no secret."

"Are you good at keeping secrets?" Jeff smirked.

"It depends how juicy it is. You never know, I may run to tell Brie."

"Well, I'll tell you anyways. That's if, you know, you can handle it."

"Try me." Chantel's giggle filled the room.

He moved forward in his seat, and Chantel leaned forward in hers so that their faces were right in front of each other. "I like you."

Chantel sat back in her seat, her eyes wide. "What? Bu…but…but…"

"You don't like me back, it's okay."

"Aren't you gay?" she asked, in confusion.

"What? No." he sat back in his seat, a bewildered expression on his face.

Chantel blushed before quickly speaking. "I'm so sorry…I just…I...Brie told me."

"Oh great…there's a rumor going around that I'm gay. Lovely." Jeff folded his arms to his chest, not amused.

"She probably just told me that because I told her I…like you." Chantel smiled.

Green eyes met brown. "You like me?" he smirked.

"Don't smirk at me. Besides, who wouldn't like you? Though, I don't really know you that well…obviously."

"Then get to know me. Let's do something after the show."

"Get Starbucks?"

"One condition."

Chantel frowned.

"You let me dye your hair."

"Okay, Mr. Hardy. It's a deal."

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I told you, I'm addicted to Starbucks. I'd do anything to feed the addiction."

"Well, I think I just found a new addiction."

Chantel grinned.

-End-

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A/n: For Chantel, who, by the way, kicked my ass in pool a zillion times. So, yeah. Hope you like it.