Author's Note: This chapter is short and sweet. It was going to be longer but I think I made everything clear in this chapter.
Please don't kill me, lol.
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While Dave and Rae were having their marathon sex sessions, Randy and John were at the gym training for their respective SummerSlam matches. Since Rae's reconciliation with Dave, Randy has tried heaven and earth to get her out of his head. Almost everything that he did reminded him of her in some facet. He couldn't watch TV on Wednesday nights because Rae was in love with Criss Angel. He couldn't go to the park because that was Rae's escape from reality.
And he definitely couldn't sleep in his bed, without thinking of holding her warm body next to his. Needing to do something, Randy suggested to John that they use the punching bag for strength training. Everything was fine as the friends alternated their workouts. However, when it was Randy's turn again, things took a turn for the worse.
In an instant, Randy imagined Dave's face appeared on the bag and started swinging at it harder than before. Randy was punching the bag so hard, John swore that he was going to slip and knock him in the jaw. "You wanna calm down there, Muhammad Ali?"
Randy took a last jab at the bag and walked away. "Fuck!" He yelled.
"And I think it's time for a water break." John smiled. He walked over to the workout bench and joined his best friend. "Wanna tell me what the hell that was about?"
Randy shook his head while he gulped some water. "Fuckin' Rachel, man. She's in my fuckin' head and I wish she would get the fuck out of it."
"Just tell her, man. 'Rae, I would appreciate if you got the fuck out of my head.' I'm sure she'll understand." John smiled.
Randy glanced over and shook his head. "I'm being serious, man."
"And so am I." John smiled.
Randy took a sip of water and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "You don't get it, man."
"Explain it to me. So how long have you been feeling this way about her?"
"I don't know. A while now."
"Mmm hmm…" John wasn't too convinced of Randy's innocent feelings. "And her being with Dave didn't just happen to inspire that feeling?"
"No!" Randy defended.
"No?" John questioned.
"No!" Randy said. "Well, maybe a little…."
"Uh-huh. Just like how those rumors of you and Rae in the hotel kitchen counter are pretty true?"
"Kitchen counter?" Randy turned his head to John. He then shook his head and went back to the conversation. "What am I going to do?"
"There's nothing you can do, man. She already made her choice and that's it. You need to deal with that. Do I think she made the right choice? Maybe. Do I think she's running away from her true feelings towards you? Definitely. But do I think you're going to get your ass handed to you if you keep interfering? Oh yeah."
"I didn't ask for your opinion."
"I don't care." John shrugged.
"He doesn't deserve her. What? He's already on his second divorce and he's already established himself as an asshole."
"Yeah, because you're Prince Charming." John smiled.
"John…."
"Listen, man. If Rae wants you, she'll come to you. But man, you're playing with fire. And if Dave already told you that he'll kick your ass, don't think he won't do it." John said as he got up. "Anyways, enough mushy bullshit. Let's finish our workout. And please don't sock me, alright?"
As Randy continued his workout, he took John's thoughts into consideration. Randy admitted that he did blow the chance to be with Rae while he had her. But he also realized that her feelings towards him weren't so platonic.
Randy also remembered what Dave said to him earlier. He threatened Randy in not so many words and there wasn't a doubt that Dave was serious. If Dave suspected anything at all between his girlfriend and her best friend, he would take any and all actions to stop it. And Dave's late-night visit in Randy's hotel room made that clear.
Unfortunately for Dave, it just lit a fire under Randy's ass.