Author: Fire

Disclaimer: Not mine, hence you do not sue!

AN: Okay i just gotta tell one of my best friends to UP DATE soon! You heard me......update "Because of You". ::goes and sits quietly in the corner::

The next few days went by pretty uneventfully. Stolen kisses and soft caresses were pretty much the norm by Monday morning and Mark was feeling much better. He was even well enough to fly out to appear on Raw, not to wrestle but well enough to appear.



"Okay sweetheart I've got to get going. My flight leaves in forty-five minutes." Mark slung his duffle bag over his shoulder and smiled down and the girl waiting at the bottom of the stairs.



He walked down and kissed her softly on the lips, savoring the way she tasted, clean, fresh and innocent.



"Be careful Mark." She cautioned, walking him out to the car. He opened the back door and threw his bag in.



"Always." He said getting into the drivers seat. "You can take the bike or one of the cars to school. You do still have your motorcycle license don't' you?" He asked starting the car.

"You bet." She said, wrapping her robe tighter around her.

"Get inside before you catch cold." He admonished, smiling once again before driving off...



Maranda shook her head and walked back inside, running up the stairs to get dressed.



Maranda arrived at school about an hour later, on the purple and black custom made motorcycle. She swung her leg over the bike and took her bookbag off her shoulders, she was swearing her black leather pants, skin tight white lyrca top and four inch high heeled boots.



She ignored the looks she received when she walked toward her usual group of friends. She looked very different, she wore make-up, her hair was fixed differently, her hips swayed back and forth as she walked, she exuded and air of confidence. Her entire attitude had changed in the course of one weekend. Faster than anyone thought possible. She glanced back to the crowd that had gathered around the bike inspecting it. She hoped she hadn't made a mistake in leaving it in the student parking lot.



"Hey guys." She greeted her friends, smiling at them then laughing at their stunned reactions.



"I told you that you were one hot chica!" Carmel exclaimed taking in the new attire.



"What can I say? I've had a good weekend." She shrugged, her eyes sparkling.

"And we know why!" Lisa teased.



"Well like I said. What can I say?" She shrugged her shoulders and smiled again.

"No shit!" Mary rolled her eyes and popped her gum.



"Real attractive Mary." Maranda commented, leaning against the wall.



"I was wondering if you would like to go to the Prom with me this Saturday Randy?" Alex had all he could take of the talk about the new man in her life so he decided to cut right to the chase. Maranda turned around and looked at him in shock.



"No thanks." She replied, starting to turn back around.



"Why the hell not?! It isn't like anyone else will ask you!" Alex said coldly and her eye brow quirked up.



"I already have a date thank you." Looking him over she allowed her eyes to meet his. "And he isn't an immature kid." She hissed, taking a hand and pushing him away from her.



"Yeah right. I would like to know just who this guy is?!" He yelled, not taking no for an answer.



"Lets just say that he's got something you will never have Alex." Maranda said, a slight smile curving her lips.



"And just what is that?!"



She took a step forward and lend over a bit, her face mere inches from his. "Me." She turned to walk away but he grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks.



"Get you're hands off me." She ground out, yanking it out of his grasp. She spun around, her brown eyes flashing with fury. "Touch me again and I'll break your arm."



"Yeah right!" He laughed but at the look she gave him suddenly sobered, she looked seriously pissed.



"Ask them what I can really do." She told him motioning toward her friends. He looked at the girls and they gave him sympathic looks.

"She can do it."



"She's right; she can hurt you, bad. Plus you got her very large boyfriend to contend with."



"And he's one big, bad S.O.B."



All the comments came from different people in her little group. What people saw is what she allowed them to see. She wasn't some meek little girl who couldn't take care of herself, Mark had taught her that much. Plus she became hooked on the martial arts, so with the street fighting style Mark had taught her and the professional styles she had learned as well, she was a force to be reckoned with.



"Whatever." Alex snorted and walked away. Maranda sighed and resigned herself to a few days with out Marks company. And only a few days before the prom, plus she had to actually ask him to go. She only prayed that he said yes.



Maranda sat curled up on the sofa that night, a cup of coco in her hand, a silk bathrobe tied around her waist and the remote in her hand. Raw didn't start for about half an hour and she laughed when she saw what was on.



"Yah, Star Trek." She said without enthusiasm. She picked the phone up off the end table next to her and dialed Mark's cell phone number. After letting it ring for awhile she was about to give up when another familiar baritone voice answered the phone.



"Hello?" It said and Maranda smiled.



"Hey Glen. Is Mark around?" She asked.



"Depends on who this is." He sounded suspicious and she couldn't blame him, her voice did sound a bit like Sara's over the phone.



"Don't worry Glen. This isn't Sara. Although I am related to her." She said smiling.



"Randy?!!" He asked excitedly.



"The one and only." She said laughing.



"Damn girl. How have you been?" He asked.



''Better now that I am away from Sara." She told him, muting the television. "I bet you are." He agreed seriously, and then she heard a clatter and a curse.



"Well you can talk to Mark now; he just tripped over a chair and knocked over a lamp." Glen informed her and she laughed as another string of curses erupted from the other end.



"What?" Came Marks impatient and angry voice apparently Glen hadn't told him who it was.



"Nice to hear your voice to." Maranda quipped.



"Randy, sorry sweetheart. Nothing is going right for me today." He sighed into the receiver and Maranda wished she could be there.



"It's alright. I just wanted to talk to you." Maranda chewed her lower lip nervously as she contemplated how to ask him.



"I'm glad you called, my day is now much better." His voice softened and she smiled again.



"Okay I gotta ask you something." She blurted out.



"Ask away."

"Will you take me to the prom?" She asked quietly and heard a bit of a laugh.

'You want me to take you where?" He asked, not sure he heard her right.



"Well this guy who I can't stand asked me and I told him I already had a date, and he doesn't believe me so if I show up alone he is going to know I lied. This guy just creeps me out, the way he looks at me make me cringe." She said in one breath her words rushing out in a constant stream.



"Whoa easy." Mark soothed, his voice relaxing her immediately.



"If I can't get you to take me I just might have to find someone else to take me." She said coyly, knowing that that would make him cave.........she hoped.



"Like hell you will! I'll take you." He gave in a Maranda gave a whoop of triumph.



"Thank you Mark! You're the best!" She said happily. The conversation carried on for a few more minutes before Mark had to go to get ready. They said their goodbyes and hung up.



Mark stood in his dressing room looking at the phone in his hand. He then looked at his best friend and shook his head, like he couldn't believe what has just transpired.



"Please tell me I didn't NOT just tell her I would take her to the prom." He begged and Glen's mouth dropped open.



"What in the hell am I missing here?" He asked, shocked.



Smiling meekly Mark sat on a chair and looked at him. "Well Randy and I are kinda a thing." He said quietly.



"You're a WHAT?" Glen almost yelled.



"Yeah I know. And I just agreed to take her to her prom." Mark said, a grimace spreading across his face.



"The famous Undertaker, The American Badass, Mr. I Demand Respect is taking an eight-teen year old girl to her prom." Glen sat down at that revelation and looked at his friend in utter disbelief.



"If this gets out...Deadman Walking ain't gonna be my signature line, it's going to be fact. The guys would NEVER let me live this down." Groaning Mark buried his face in his hands.

"Nooooooo shit."



"Awww hell." Mark muttered again, closing his eyes.