Retaliation

Chapter 9

Disclaimer: This is fiction.


A/N: Thank you for the reviews xSamiliciousx and my anonymous guest. Things are gonna start heating up between everyone. I'm excited. Since the boyfriend is away for the rest of day...yes, I got ditched on Wrestlemania...trust me, I'm making him suffer...and will continue to...but that means I'll be able to spend some time typing up the next couple of chapters.


All too happy to finally be able to enjoy a day off, Jordyn was resting on her couch, in her Turpin Hills, Ohio home. She had spent the morning at the gym and was now allowing herself to relax a little bit. After all, she knew that she would probably end up back at the gym later in the day. Working out gave her all of the confidence in the world. Not to mention, it was one of her favorite things to do.

Flipping through the movie channels on her television, Jordyn didn't know what she wanted to watch. Ultimately, she ended up sticking with The Great Gatsby. Nothing felt more appropriate than a romantic tragedy, at this point. Though she wouldn't admit it out loud, she still had feelings for Dean. But after nineteen years of doing everything with him and experiencing ninety-five percent of what life threw their way, together, Jordyn didn't really think that she should be expected to not have feelings for the Lunatic Fringe.

It made her incredibly sad to think about the way things had turned out. They had been so close for so long. She'd imagined that she would spend the rest of her life with him. He had even mentioned the idea of marriage before, as well. But that didn't work out for them, at all. It hurt her to think about what could have been with him.

Jordyn quickly shook the thoughts of her past, out of her head and opted to try and focus on the movie. Her focus only managed to last for a couple of minutes, until she heard her doorbell ring.

Confused, she got up and headed to her front door. Jordyn opened it, not sure who to expect to find standing there. But the person standing there was the absolute last person she would have ever expected to find there.

"Dean? What the hell are you doing here? How do you even know that I live here?" she immediately demanded.

"We need to talk," he said.

"No. We definitely don't," she insisted.

"Oh yes, we definitely do," he retorted, mocking her.

Jordyn rolled her eyes. "You really are a lunatic. There is nothing that we need to discuss. You said all you had to when you walked out the door, when you left me," she shot.

Dean rolled his eyes back at her. "Still clinging onto that, huh?" he quipped.

"Seriously? Just go the fuck away and leave me alone. There's no reason for you to be here. We have nothing to talk to each other about anymore."

"Well, that's a lie, if I ever heard one," he breathed.

"If you ever heard one? You're the king of liars," she snapped.

Dean laughed bitterly. "And you're so much better?"

"I am. I never turned my back on you. By the time I aligned myself with The Authority, your back had been facing me for years."

"Can you please let me in already?" he persistently asked.

"Fine," she relented, knowing full well that he was stubborn and probably wouldn't leave until he got what he wanted. "But you better make this quick."

Dean walked in. She shut the door behind him. The pair headed into her living room. "Oh I see why you wanted me to go away so badly. Got a hot date with Leo, huh?" he teased her.

"Actually, I just really wanted you to go away."

"He dies at the end."

"Everyone knows that. The require you to read it in most high schools," she shot back. "Oh wait. You wouldn't know that because you never finished high school."

"Ouch. Burn. That one hurt, Jor. Ask my bank account about being a high school dropout. It'll tell you that I'm getting by just fine without that diploma."

She rolled her eyes. "What the hell do you want from me?" Jordyn demanded of her unwelcomed guest.

"You need to stop this shit with Rollins and The Authority," Dean finally cut to the chase.

"And I'm already bored of your bitching."

"You need to listen to me."

"Seriously. You made your point. You can go now," she told him. "I get it."

"No, you obviously don't. You need to get rid of them now."

"No can do, Dean-o."

"Why not?"

"Well, I just signed a new one-year contract last night," she replied with a shrug.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he questioned her. "You're pissed off. I get it. But you're getting yourself involved in a really bad situation. You've put a bull's-eye on your back. The second that they don't need you or trust you, they'll go after you."

"And how is that your problem?"

"Because…you know…I mean…we…we have a lot of history," he uncomfortably replied, scratching the back of his head and refusing to make eye contact with her. "You can be as mad at me as you want, but you know I'm only looking out for you."

"Bullshit. First of all, you're only doing this because you don't want me around. Let's not screw around with each other and just call this what it really is. I'm a distraction for you. That's why you want me to leave so badly. Secondly, if you were looking out for me and had my best interest at heart, you would have never turned your back on me. So, don't you dare come into my house, acting like you're just some selfless good guy. You're far from it."

"I never claimed to be a good guy."

Jordyn scoffed. "I saw your interview. 'I never thought I was a bad person. I just thought I was one good person in a world of bad people'," she quoted him.

"Alright. You got me there. But I'm not claiming to be some good guy right now. Trust me, I know what I did to you. I know it was the wrong thing to do. I know that I hurt you." In all the years that she had known Dean, Jordyn would easily rank this as one of the most uncomfortable moments of his entire life.

"Well, it may have taken almost five years, but payback sure is a real bitch, isn't she?" she retorted with a smug smile.

"Why can't you just trust me?"

"Because you're a liar. And you're selfish."

"I am!" he admitted, animatedly. "But I'm acknowledging that now. I'm trying to do the right thing right now."

"Oh give it a rest, Gandhi. Regardless of your so-called feelings, which I doubt you even really have, I've made my decision."

"And now what? You're gonna go off and fuck Seth Rollins to spite me? Really, Jordyn? That's a little grimey, even for you. What is it? Being The Authority's newest lapdog is your way of sticking it to me? Do you know insanely stupid that is?"

"Dean, if this is what you came here for, leave. If not, get to it already," she demanded, through gritted teeth.

He could see this wasn't working. So, he took a deep breath and tried a new approach. "This isn't about what's best for business. I'm trying to watch your back."

"Like you even give a fuck about my back."

"First of all, your back is wonderful. I've had you on it plenty of times. Secondly, I've had your back ever since Robbie pulled your fucking hair and stole your Sno-Cone. So don't even question my motives."

"Are you serious? Dean, if you've had my back all of this time, then, where the fuck have you been for the last five years?" Jordyn demanded.

Dean remained silent, knowing full well that she was right. And he really couldn't blame her for her hostility towards him. He knew that he deserved it. But the last thing that he wanted was for her to be a part of The Authority and screwing Seth Rollins. His eyes stared at the floor, his hands on his hips. Finally, he looked at his pissed off ex-girlfriend.

Jordyn's arms were crossed over her chest. She looked pissed off and waiting for him to respond to her. "Well?" she asked, clearly annoyed and impatient.

"You're right," he agreed with her.

"I know I am. You have no right coming to my house and demanding that I walk away from The Authority…and Seth."

"You know this isn't the right thing to do." He took a deep breath. "I'm not a good guy. But you're a really good person. You shouldn't be doing this. This isn't you."

"Like you know me. You don't know me anymore. You walked out on me, Dean. And you no longer have any rights to me," Jordyn sneered.

"I'm trying to look out for you."

"Oh shove it. You're looking out for yourself. You know that me being there is only going to cause problems for you. You want this distraction gone…again."

Dean rolled his eyes. "This isn't about that. This isn't about me." He hesitated for a moment, before speaking again. "You know I don't like doing this sentimental shit." He was clearly trying to figure out what to do. "Jor, I mean…I may have made a lot of mistakes, but…" He took a deep breath and let it out. "Please don't do this. I still care about you. I don't want you to put yourself in a dangerous situation just to get back at me."

"If you gave the slightest fuck about me, you wouldn't have done what you did."

Dean brought his hand to the back of his neck and stretched it slightly. "I do give a fuck about you. And I know this is a really bad idea. We…we spent nineteen years together. A-and I just…I…I a-always thought it'd last…you know…f-forever. I fucked up. I take f-full responsibility for what I did to you….for my mistakes. But I'm telling you right now…this isn't safe. You can't trust them," he tried to explain, wanting her to just listen to him.

"Listen, Dean, I appreciate you trying to help me or whatever it is that you think you're trying to do, but…Dean…you need to stop."

"No. You're obviously not thinking clearly because you're mad."

"No," she flatly denied. "You're just pissed off because now you don't have any say in what I do, who I see…anything about my life. You lost that claim. And it just pisses you off that now you have to see me with Seth, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it."

Clearly her comment got to Dean. "You're goddamn right that it pisses me the fuck off to see you with that son of a bitch, Jordyn," he growled at her.

A satisfied smirk played on her lips. "That's what I thought," Jordyn spoke, pleased with herself.

"That douche canoe doesn't deserve to even breathe the same air as you. He's nowhere near being in your league. Not to mention that he's the least fucking genuine person you've ever met. He's not good for you, Jor."

"And you are good enough for me?"

"No fucking way. I was never good enough for you," he snapped back at her. "You don't think I've always known that?"

All signs of sarcasm and bitchiness left her body language. "What?" she asked, her voice softly.

"Oh come on…like you ever thought that I was? Let's be real with each other, Jordyn. I was just a loser who got really fucking lucky. We both know that."

"What are you talking about?"

He shook his head. "Look, I…uh…I just want you to be smart. Seth…The Authority…they don't have your back, Jor. They'll drop you the second they think you no longer serve a purpose for them," he spoke, his voice softer.

"Dean…"

He shook his head. "I get it. I fucked up, Jordyn. But don't let my fuck ups be the reason that you put yourself in a bad position. I don't ever want anything to happen to you. Regardless of what you think my intentions are, I'm just trying to look out for you. I mean, I know you'll do what you want to, but…I'm not here for anything other than looking out for you, Jor. Yes, I don't want you to be with Seth or The Authority. I can handle you being a distraction. I can deal with that. I can't handle you putting yourself in danger," he spoke, before turning and stalking over to the front door and letting himself out, shutting it behind himself, frustrated and upset…and leaving Jordyn confused and doubting herself and her decision.