NOTE: I don't own any of the WWE superstars. I only own Brenda and myself.
So I decided to go with something one of my reviewers really didn't want. Don't worry, things always work out in the end...right?
"You don't look so happy," Brenda said when Taker and I got back to them.
"Yeah, I don't feel so happy," I said, letting Taker's hand go.
"Wanna talk about it?" she asked, giving me a concerned look.
"Yes, let's talk about it," Taker said from beside me. "I'd like to know why the hell you suddenly went all cold on me."
"Do you really wanna know?" I asked him, knowing I was about to get angry. "Cause I don't think you really wanna know."
"I wanna know, so tell me," he said, sounding frustrated.
"Fine. We were having such a nice conversation, holding hands and smiling," I said. "And then you had to remind me that you're a married man, as if I could forget!"
"Ouch," Shawn said. He turned to Brenda. "How about we go for a walk and let them talk?" Brenda nodded quickly, and the two rushed away.
"What the fuck, J?" Taker asked with a frown. "So I'm married. You knew that from the beginning."
"Then why the hell do you have to keep reminding me, huh?" I asked. "Do you have to keep reminding me that I'm always kissing a guy that will never be mine?"
"It was just a joke. Where's your sense of humor?" he asked.
"Damn it, Mark, I no longer have a sense of humor. Marriage is not a joke," I said. I looked down at the blanket, with all the food spread out on it. "Maybe this picnic was a bad idea."
"Maybe it was," he snapped back.
"Maybe we should just keep it professional."
"Maybe we should."
I looked at him. He looked back.
"So after just, what 3 days? After 3 days, this is it?" I asked.
"You suggested it."
"Then I guess you agreed."
Silence. We looked at each other again, daring each other to speak.
"What just happened?" he asked in a quiet voice.
"Why don't you just tell me, cause I sure as hell don't know."
"I think we just broke up," he said slowly.
"We were never dating," I snapped back. "Married men don't date."
"Ok, fine. From now on we're just co-workers. Happy?" he practically yelled.
"Ecstatic," I replied. "Just fucking ecstatic."
"I'm getting sick of your sarcasm," he said shortly.
"Please don't get mad if I don't give a damn," I said. "And it's funny. My sarcasm supposedly turned you on back in the car."
He bit his lip and took a deep breath. "Ok, you win, I'm just gonna be quiet."
"Who knew the Undertaker would give up without a fight?" I said aloud to myself but knowing he was listening.
"This isn't the Undertaker speaking. This is Mark. There's a difference, you know?" he said irritably.
"Yeah. The Undertaker is much nicer to me," I said in a soft voice. "I think I like him better."
Right then, Shawn and Brenda came back with solemn looks on their faces.
"So... Who's ready to eat?" Shawn asked brightly after an uncomfortable silence.
"I lost my appetite," I said, looking anywhere but at Taker.
"It's ok that I lost the girl, but I can't go on without food," Taker said meanly.
Brenda gave a small gasp and Shawn narrowed his eyes at Taker. "Mark, man, what the fuck's your problem?"
"Am I not allowed to be hungry?" Taker asked. "I mean, I'm a pretty big guy. I can't function without food."
"But how are you gonna function without the girl?" Shawn questioned.
Taker decided not to reply. Instead he piled loads of food onto his plate and started to eat. Shawn and Brenda looked at each other and then at me, then sat down for lunch, too. I sat down on the blanket with my back to all three of them and looked at the waves crashing as I let the tears fall...
The ride back to the arena was silent and difficult. Everyone was in a pretty bad mood, tight-lipped and tense. Next to me, out of the corner of my eye, I looked over at Taker. He looked angry and upset, and all I wanted to do was lean over and kiss those lips... But then I remembered I was supposed to be pissed at him, so I looked out the window.
I heard someone pushing buttons on a cell phone, and I knew it was Taker because of how close it all sounded. "Yeah, Sara?" Taker asked. "How are you and the kids? Tell 'em Daddy says hi... I'm on the road but I'll call you later." I could feel his eyes on me before he said the last sentences. "No, nothing's wrong, baby. I just called to tell you that I love you..."
When we arrived at the arena, I was the first one to get out of the arena. I started walking fast as hell, trying to get away from them all. The nerve! The nerve of that evil man to call his wife in front of me and tell her that he loved her! What a jerk!
"Hey, wait up! What's the rush?" came a voice from behind me. It was Batista, and he had no problem at all catching up with me and stopping me in my tracks. He peered down at me and raised an eyebrow. "J, you been crying?"
"It's nothing," I said. "I have crazy tear ducts."
"You don't have to lie to me," he said soothingly. "Did the Undertaker hurt you?"
"Not physically," I said, but it felt like he had ripped my heart right out of my chest and stomped on it with steel-toe boots.
Behind Batista, I could see Taker approaching. He was walking slowly, talking to someone on his cell phone. Just seeing him on his cell phone flooded me with painful memories of that stupid picnic and the ride back. Even if he wasn't talking to his wife, it was still like he was rubbing salt in my fresh wounds.
Impulsively, I threw my arms around Batista and started kissing him. I had the urge, the intense need, to make Taker hurt as much as I was hurting. I wanted to make him feel my pain. I knew he'd be pissed to see me kissing Batista, of all people, so I figured, why the hell not?
Batista needed no directions. He kissed me back hungrily, like he'd wanted my kiss for quite some time. It was flattering, and not a very bad kiss at all... But it was nothing like kissing Taker.
Just behind Batista, there was a loud sound. We broke apart... Actually, we were pulled apart by two strong, rough hands. When I looked on the ground, I could see Taker's cell phone on the ground, in more than one piece.
"What's wrong with you?" Taker yelled, pushing Batista against the wall. "You take advantage of her when she's at a vulnerable point?"
"Hey, bro, she kissed me," Batista said.
"Well next time don't kiss her back!" Taker yelled. "Because this one right here is mine, and I will not share! Got it?"
"Fuck off," Batista growled, giving Taker a light shove. "See you later, sweetie," he called over his shoulder to me as he walked away.
"J? What the hell were-" Taker began, but I rudely interrupted.
"I'm not yours. Sara is yours. Remember that for future reference." And then I walked away, leaving him staring after me...
Sorry for all you J and Taker fans, but no relationship with a married man is that easy (but I wouldn't really know because I've never had one)! LOL!