Chapter 11
"Do you have any idea how pissed off Mark is?"
Jetta raised an eyebrow at her friend, crossing her arms in front of her chest, wearing a blue and black skull tank top that was tie dyed along with a pair of dark blue jeans. "What's your point?" She demanded evenly, really not in the mood to fight tonight.
"Nothing, I just thought you should know."
"Well, incase you didn't know, Cayla, Mark and I are not an official couple or whatever so I don't have to follow him around like a little puppy dog."
"I know, I was just giving you a heads up."
"Thanks, shall we?" She walked through the curtain and sighed when Tim came up to her, telling her about her antics, letting him finish and nodded. "Won't happen again, Tim." They got to work without another word on the subject.
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"So...what are you going to do about it?" Glen asked, knowing Mark was steaming over Jetta acting 'childish'. He ducked a blow aimed at his head, wondering just WHY he had agreed to be Mark's boxing partner. The two had commandeered an empty hallway, circling each other.
"Not a thing." Mark grunted, gloved fists up to protect his face. "I'm not chasing her down, Glen. She was a damn fool for doing that and, then, to decide she wasn't going to stay with me, or apparently call, talk or return my calls...Nuh uh. When she's done with her tantrum, she'll find me."
"Somehow I don't think Jetta does that." Glen groaned when he got a fist in the jaw. "My turn!"
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Jetta sighed as they put the Titantron up, finally taking a break with Cayla. She headed directly outside, her new favorite place, and popped a piece of a gum in her mouth. She hadn't spoken to Mark and wasn't going too either. He could come find her, he had no right snapping on her the way he had! Jetta sighed as she leaned her head back against the building, wondering what she was doing and slid her shades over her eyes while Cayla went to go find Glen. The woman was a saint and knew when she needed time alone.
"'Taker, mind finding your woman and getting her to take a chill pill?" John asked, watching the big man mutilate a sandwich.
"What'd she do to you?"
"Tried to verbally rip my balls off?"
Despite everything, Mark started laughing.
"Well blue eyes, if you hadn't tried hitting on me in the cafeteria with your oh so subtle way of asking could you join me and my friend, then you wouldn't be in the predicament you are in now would you?" Jetta stated from behind, crossing her arms in front of her chest, and pushed the shades up on top of her head. "Now if you want to talk shit about me behind my back, I think that's a coward's way. And just to clarify one thing, I am a crazy bitch. So when you're ready to talk sweet cheeks, let me know." She winked at him before getting water out of the machine and walked right back out, heading outside for the remainder of her break.
"Damn you just got BURNED!"
"See what I mean? You need to take her home, fuck her good and-" John's blue eyes widened as he was dragged across the table, his throat currently being squeezed by a very angry Undertaker.
"Watch your mouth, boy, before you find your tongue missing." Mark said slowly, his green eyes acid. "I ever catch you talking about her like that and you won't even have time to blink before you're dead, we clear?"
"Crystal!"
Jetta finished her break, tossing the bottle of water in the trash before heading back inside. She held her head high, refusing to look down to any of these entertainers. She could probably beat half the Divas' asses with ease and cracked her neck before jogging through the curtain, nodding when Tim told her to head up to the catwalk for the light fixtures. They kept getting loose so she grabbed a wrench on her way up, making the climb, knowing she was going to tighten it good before the show started. They had an hour and then the fans would start filing in, which would give them the next three or four hours to do whatever. Jetta was contemplating going back to the hotel, she wasn't sure yet.
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"Just go talk to her already." Glen sighed, watching as Mark watched Jetta, rolling his eyes when his friend shook his head. "Look, she's emotionally handicapped apparently. You be the adult and go make things right."
"Why?"
"You care for her?"
"Most of the time."
"Then go apologize for embarrassing her. Granted, she's probably not going to apologize for being stupid, but...She's not coming back to you either if you don't chase her."
Mark sighed, knowing Glen was right. "I want a woman, not some damn child."
"Uh...obviously she's not a child, you DID fuck her." Glen snorted when he got slapped upside his bald head. "You know I'm right, so let your balls drop and get crackin'."
"We done Tim?"
"Yeah, good work everyone. Remember, be back here by eleven sharp to tear everything down."
Jetta nodded along with Cayla, laughing at something she said, and stopped when she seen Mark and Glen standing there. Cayla jumped into Glen's arms as he carted her away, leaving Jetta and Mark standing there. "I don't want to talk about what happened." She said when he walked up to her, holding her hand up before he could open his mouth. "I'm sorry for what I did, even though it was out of my control where I landed. Look it doesn't matter. I don't want to talk about it or discuss it, Mark." She raked a hand through her hair after taking her bandana off, which was wrapped around her head fully, her hair pulled back in a low ponytail. "Let's just forget it happened and move on, okay?"
"There's no winning with you, is there?" He whispered softly.
He finally benched his pride to make things right with her, only to hear her say what he had been saying all along. Let's move on AFTER she had decided to ignore him. Something told him this wasn't going to be easy, being in a relationship with Jetta. How the hell had she managed in her other relationships? How had the guys?
"I don't know what you mean by that, honestly. I've never..." She sighed heavily, knowing this wasn't the place to have this discussion. Taking his hand, Jetta lead him outside to where the trucks were currently placed, releasing his hand and bit her bottom lip. "Look, this is going to sound retarded, but I've never been in a relationship before." When his green eyes widened, Jetta wasn't surprised as she paced back and forth slowly. "I'm a traveler, I've had nothing, but one night stands, Mark. I'm not broken in as far as...being with one man. Because of how much traveling I did, a relationship was pointless. I don't even know what this is between us, but I'm just telling you flat out that I don't have that kind of experience with men. I have a temper and an attitude. I don't give a fuck what people think about me. I'm a free spirit and I do what I want when I want. That's just who I am and I'm not changing for anyone, not even you. I can't change who I am, I don't think you realized what you were getting yourself into so I'm giving you an out. You can walk away from me and I won't blame you a bit. Hell, I would walk away if I were you, just because I know how my temper and attitude can be."
Mark was quiet for a long while as nothing, but the sounds of the city nightlife and buzzing arena surrounding them. Finally he just nodded. "I wanted you on the road with me for a reason, Jetta." He said evenly. "I still do. So you've never had a real relationship, well, we're changing that. As for your attitude and temper, mine are the same way and I will tell you this right now. I do NOT mix my work life with my personal life, us being out here right now is not something that is likely to ever happen again. If I think you're screwing up and it's affecting me, or others, I will say something and I won't apologize for it. That's just how I am. Now that we both know that about the other, the question is: Do we see where this leads us? My answer is still yes."
"Fair enough." Jetta agreed wholeheartedly with the mixing business with pleasure bit, nodding to emphasize it. "Though don't expect me to be all peaches and cream toward you should you decide to berate me like you did before. I'm not apologizing for what I said either because I still feel I was right in that aspect and Tim agreed with me too." She sighed heavily, placing her bandana back on. "Glad we got everything straightened out. I'll have my own hotel room again tonight simply because I turned my keycard-" Jetta smiled when he handed her another one and wanted to kiss him, but remembered he was still being professional. "See you tonight then." She then walked back inside.
Shaking his head, Mark gave her time to get to wherever she was going before following. She had NO idea how hard it had been for him not to snatch her ass up, pin her against the wall, and fuck her senseless. That wouldn't go over well...Sighing, he headed for the showers, needing to get rid of the erection that was becoming a bit of a problem.
After the show was finished, Jetta helped tear down the ring and light fixtures along with the rest of the set-up. It took nearly three hours due to complications and by the time they were finished, Jetta was dead on her feet. Cayla was the same way, though she said she was still getting sex from Glen, causing Jetta to snort with a shake of her head. They got in their rental car, Glen had gotten for them prior to coming to the arena, and drove back to the hotel together.
Pulling in, Jetta said good night to Cayla before heading inside, using her keycard and slid it in the slot before walking inside, smiling at the sight of the darkened room. Mark was sleeping. She quietly closed the door before walking silently inside, taking her shoes off before her bandana. She needed a shower as she peeled her tank top off before walking in, closing the door quietly, and flipped the light on before starting the shower sprays.
Mark still wasn't used to sharing a room. Then again, they hadn't been sharing for too long and she'd taken her own room the night before. So when the door opened, no matter how quiet she was about it, he had woken up. When he heard the shower going, he sat up and pushed back the blankets, nude underneath. He very rarely wore anything to bed. Quietly he made his way into the bathroom.
Jetta's eyes closed as soon as the water hit her body, washing away the sweat and dirt before soaking her hair, and lowered her head. She just let the sprays massage her back, sore from her first night. She knew this job was for her though and Jetta loved getting her hands dirty. Not to mention it would keep her in shape physically as she turned around, letting the shower sprays get her front. She reached over and grabbed the shampoo, pouring some in her hands and began lathering her hair, eyes closed, enjoying the cleansing feeling and couldn't wait to get in bed with Mark. She had missed him.
How she hadn't noticed him slipping into the shower behind her was beyond him. He knew he could move quietly when he wanted too, but given the small confines of the shower...Smirking, Mark reached out to take over, blocking the hit that came flying at him. "It's just me, darlin'." He said softly, smiling down at her. "Rough night?"
"Jesus you scared me!" She placed a hand over her racing heart, shaking her head, though the smile couldn't stop from crossing her face as he began taking over washing her hair, leaning against him and sighed. "Yeah, it was." She murmured, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her body, knowing she had awakened him. "Sorry about waking you. I tried being quiet, but I couldn't go to sleep after what we had to do." She sighed, knowing she would be taking a shower every night after work because of how dirty she got. "Mmm that feels so good Mark..."
"Darlin', you were quiet, I'm just not used to sharing a room with someone yet." Mark assured her, feeling how tense and knotted she was. He slowly lowered himself to his knees, lifting her foot gently and began to rub her calves gently, massaging the tension away. "How's that feelin'?" He murmured, looking up at his blue eyed goddess.
"Heavenly." She purred in return while rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, not believing how he was treating her. Then again, what happened at work stayed there and she was fine with that. She didn't want to fight with him when they were alone, knowing judging by how her first night went, they wouldn't be seeing a lot of each other.