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Here's part 2, hope you like it.

-FortheloveofWrestling

After the house show the boys had that night, there was very little partying afterwards, so Mark was in his room and in bed, looking through some emails, by 10 o'clock. Downstairs, where everyone was having dinner and drinks, he saw Jeff, Matt, Shane and a few other people together and figured that he'd already failed. Jeff was going to be wasted and wouldn't come up to see Mark, like he'd asked. This was one of their 'off' times anyway, if he wanted, Jeff could go the rest of the week avoiding him and find out what his punishment was from some guy or another, and wouldn't allow Mark to give him another big talk about drugs.

Mark sighed.

Because they were already on one of their 'off' times, he figured Jeff would spend a few extra days this time, ignoring and avoiding him because of the current situation he was in. Although Mark hated that Jeff did that to him, he let it go and would wait however long it took Jeff to finally call him back or to find him in his locker room or hotel room. Mark laughed at the thought of being Jeff's little toy. Of course Mark wanted more from their 'relationship,' but there was nothing he could actually do about it because there was a time before when Jeff was the one always pining for him. He was the one that didn't want to stick with Jeff any longer than a few nights at a time; he was the one who didn't call Jeff for a few days and he was the one who would leave him in some hotel room while he left to be with his family. Now, it was Jeff who didn't call and Jeff who left him in the hotel room to go home with his brother and friends.

Mark looked at the time on his computer and leaned back against the pillows.

"And this is what you get when you take him for granted," Mark said to himself as he swung his legs around to the side of the bed and stood up with a groan.

He placed his computer on top of the table and headed into the main room of his hotel room, sometimes he wondered why he always took the nicer, larger rooms that he was privileged.

"Too many lights to turn off and no one to help turn them off," he said reaching for the switch when he heard a knock on the door. Mark leaned forward to look through the peep hole of the door and just shook his head when he saw a purple head.

With a smile he opened the door, "weren't you downstairs having a good time with your little, crazy friends?"

Jeff returned the smile and walked into the room, "yeah, I was, but the principal asked me to come in and see him."

Mark laughed, "I didn't think you'd care to see me tonight, when I saw you guys down there drinking."

"Well, I wasn't drinking because I knew I was going to come up and see you."

"Really?" Mark smiled, leaning down to quickly press his lips to Jeff's. "I'm glad you came, Jeff."

"I broke the rules, so I gotta hear what I got coming to me." he said as he threw himself onto the couch and then jumped up again, "wait!"

"What are you doing, kid?" Mark asked as Jeff put up the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door, walked over to the mini-fridge and grabbed two bottles of water and then grabbed Mark's hand and pulled him into the bedroom. There, he threw the water on the bed, pulled the big sofa-seat close to the bed and smiled up at Mark, who was standing in confusion. "Which do you want?"

Mark laughed, "Uh, it doesn't matter." Jeff looked between the two and decided to sit on the bed, legs crossed, facing the chair.

"Are you going to sit or what?" he asked.

Mark laughed again as he took his seat, "ready?" Jeff nodded. Mark took a few moments to think about how he was going to go about everything. Quickly changing his attitude he started.

"For the next few minutes, Jeff, I don't want to hear your voice, okay? You're going to listen to me and everything I have to say. I can't make you stay here and listen and I certainly can't make you care about it, but I hope that you do and that you are taking this very seriously because you screwed up, Jeff, you screwed up big time." Mark said, as Jeff slumped his shoulders and nodded his head. "But, I know that you know that already, so now we've got to deal with it. You and I both know how hard it was for you to finally get to this place in your career, so I know how much winning the title means to you. I just don't understand why you would make such a foolish and selfish decision that could have left you with nothing, Jeff. A few months ago, you told me that if you could just get into a good position and maybe even get a crack at the title, maybe, all the guys in the back would start to respect you again. Now you're the champion, the guys are depending on you now, so what do you do with their respect now? Go and smoke it all away, just like before."

Mark sighed and waited a moment before continuing. "To be completely honest, Jeff, i've had a little more time to think about it since this afternoon and I think it's pretty shitty howI believed you when you said you wanted to earn everyone's respect back and that you wanted to earn my respect back because you don't even care." Jeff wanted to say so much to Mark, his anger and frustration, as well as the guilt was pressing on him, but he knew Mark was serious when he said he didn't want to hear his voice, so he kept quiet. "As for your punishment, there are things coming from Vince and few things that I would like for you to do."

Jeff couldn't help but snort at Mark's words. You're not my fucking dad, you asshole. Jeff thought to himself.

"Have a problem already?" Mark asked him and received a scowl and shake of the head from Jeff. "Good. I'll start with what I want you to do. You know me and how I feel about manners, politeness and respect, so I think that the least you could do is apologize and be truthful to Paul and Adam, for putting their asses on the line for you, not only for having faith in you and pushing for your title win, but to keep you from being fired. I think they should know that you didn't just get caught with the stuff in your system, but that you went out the and put their lives in danger while you were high. Got it?" Jeff nodded, that he could live with.

"As for Vince, well, you should just try to avoid him for a while. I don't know if I got all the details, but according to Paul you're going to be fined and you're going to lose your bonus for the next pay-per-view, you're going to be doing a lot more promoting, apart from the usual and you're on probation. As of now it's mostly a few restrictions and you're going to be on a curfew." Jeff straightened up at that.

"What? You're kidding right? I'm not a kid, Mark. Who the hell does he think he is?" Jeff said, getting angry. He knew he was getting off easy, but he hated that it was going to be interfering with his life outside of the arena.

"Well, it's that or lose the title and be fired. Which do you want?" Mark asked.

Jeff got up from the bed and started yelling at Mark, "Come on, man. You know that's ridiculous. I know i'm getting off easy, but i'm not a child. I don't need to be on curfew and checked on every hour to make sure i'm not doing something I shouldn't be doing. I'll take my punishment, but I don't need you or anybody on my back about this. I screwed up, I know. You're disappointed in me, I know. But don't fucking treat me like a child."

Mark stood up, "then you need to stop acting like one and grow up. You have no idea how easy you're getting off and this is what you care about? Being on a curfew?"

Jeff just groaned and turned away from Mark, "and what the hell is this whole bad cop routine, huh? What happened to 'oh, I love you and i'd do anything for you'? Huh?"

Mark walked to Jeff and turned him around, "and you know that I do, but you like everything else, Jeff, you just don't give a damn."

Jeff stood silent, and Mark spoke again, "is this what you wanted, Jeff? Losing people's respect, winning the title, just to have others fight for you to keep it because you got 'bored' and decided to screw up again?" Mark paused for a moment, "you never lost my respect before, Jeff, because I thought you were making an effort to stop using, and at the very least I trusted you to be honest with me when you did use and now you're lying to me about it. Each time you do this a little part of me I forgets why I even care anymore." Jeff turned his head away from Mark and took a couple of steps back.

"Man, you're starting to remind me of my dad." Jeff said.

"Why? Is he giving up on you too?" With that last comment, Jeff's anger and emotions boiled over and he swung his arm forward and connected with Mark's jaw.

The punch sent Mark stumbling backwards and as he turned to regain his balance he knocked his knee on the corner of the TV stand. Mark grabbed his knee and let out a loud grunt of pain; Jeff made a motion, but instead it took all of the anger and pain that he was feeling to not walk over and help him.

"Or is it because neither one of us wants to get a call saying you're lying in some hospital somewhere? Or something worse." Mark said, standing straight, but shift his weight to the opposite leg. "Because that's what's going to happen one of these days, Jeff. We're just trying to help you."

Jeff hesitated for a minute. "Well, don't worry. I'll make sure they don't bother you when it does, so fuck you." Jeff finally said, mustering all his anger so that he wouldn't regret saying it and walked out of the room.

Kind of short, sorry, but that was all I could do for this part.
Having some trouble writing 'angry' Jeff. Hmm?
So, review, yeah?
Thanks.