Chapter 34
"John, I need to talk to you." Jetta said by way of greeting as she walked up to his table, seeing him sulking and rolled her eyes before sitting on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Come on, I need your help, sweetie. You can be traumatized later." She giggled when he grumbled more and kissed his forehead, laughing when he perked right up. The laughter died down as Jetta looked into his blue eyes with a serious expression. "What's going on with Randy?"
John frowned, arching an eyebrow and stared at Jetta for a moment, blue eyes puzzled. "Not entirely sure I'm following you, Jets. He's been fine lately." Randy was naturally volatile, he had anger issues, everyone knew that. They just didn't comment on it, to his face anyway. "Oh...you mean that...If you're wondering why he's been avoiding you lately, he didn't want to get his ass beat by Mark for no reason and he didn't want to get you in trouble either."
"Get me in trouble?" Jetta actually snorted and got off of his lap, sitting beside him now. "Number one, Johnny, no man controls me. Let's get that fact straight right now. I do what I want, when I want, and how I want." That had never changed and it never would, Mark or not. "Number two, I want to know if Randy has said anything to you. I already told Mark to back off of him and, as you can plainly see, he's done so." She sighed heavily, raking a hand through her hair. "I just want this angle done. I don't want to lose Randy as a friend."
"He hasn't said a word." John said, rolling his eyes. "I think Mark's making you paranoid. All he said was he didn't feel like getting his balls ripped off by the Deadman, you blame him? Mark was beating the shit out of him, Jets. I'd of steered clear and kept my mouth shut too. If you're worried about losing a friend, why don't you go talk to Randy? He's probably outside having his nicotine fix."
She sighed, nodding. "You're right, he is making me extremely paranoid, and I hate it. Thanks John." Jetta kissed his cheek and got up, heading outside before breaking out into a run just incase someone tried stopping her. She arrived outside and looked around, not seeing Cayla anywhere, frowning. Shaking her head, Jetta turned around to head back inside and caught a glimpse of an orange dot in a far corner, knowing that had to be Randy. She slowly walked over, seeing he was sitting down leaning back against the building, and bit her bottom lip. "Randy, can we talk for a minute?"
Randy looked up, startled, and flashed a smile. "Damn girl, wear some bells." He joked, rubbing his chest jokingly, taking a drag off his cigarette and stubbed it out, quickly getting to his feet. "What's up, Jets?" He asked curiously, staring down at her intently.
"Look, I know things have been awkward between us and..." She sighed and just walked up to him, hugging him around the neck tightly, closing her eyes. "I don't want to lose you as a friend, Randy. You're important to me, you and John both. I know why you've been avoiding me lately." She pulled back to stare into his blue eyes, pure sadness in her own. "I just...I want to make sure we're okay. I miss our times together talking while you're on your cigarette breaks." She tucked her hands in her back blue jean pockets, her hair pooling down her back and over her shoulders, wearing a black tank top. It was a fairly warm night in Houston, Texas, where the show was currently located.
Randy smiled, reaching out to push back a stray strand of purple hair from her face. "I just didn't want to cause problems between you and Mark." He explained, reaching into his own back pocket to pull out his cigarettes, tapping the box thoughtfully. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a dark grey dress shirt, that wasn't buttoned, with the sleeves rolled just beneath his elbows. "Want one?" He offered, a cigarette dangling from his lower lip for a moment before he dipped his head to light it, blowing the smoke away from her. "Chain smoking is bad." He joked.
Jetta hadn't had a cigarette in ages as she took the pack from him, smirking and slid one out of the pack before taking his cigarette, effectively lighting her own, taking a long drag before blowing the smoke out. "I used to smoke." She admitted, sliding the cigarette back between his lips, winking before looking out at the sky. For some reason, a nicotine fix sounded good to her at the moment and she didn't understand why. Jetta shrugged, she wasn't going to question it and took another drag, not inhaling, just blew the smoke out with a sigh. "So how've you been since you've been avoiding me?" She asked jokingly, tilting her head slightly while flicking ashes away.
"You know what the deal with smoking is?" Randy said musingly, studying his cigarette. "It's sexy in a very bad way." He snorted, taking another drag. "Until you become addicted and then it's just bad." He turned to face her, watching her with a half smile. "Besides avoiding John and his infamous rubber chicken? Alright. Playing duck and dodge, the usual. You?"
"Kicking ass and taking names." Jetta replied smugly, moving her hair to rest over her left shoulder, flicking more ash away before taking another drag. "And I agree with you on the cigarette being sexy, though to me, it's only sexy if you have one after sex. The rush of it and all." Jetta knew better than anyone, she'd been in that situation before and seen Randy's blue eyes crinkle at the corners, giggling. "You would think after knowing me for over a year, Randy, you'd know how blunt I am and I say what's on my mind regardless."
"Hmmm...I agree with you, Jetta. To a point. I think it's sexier during sex." He shot back, smirking when she arched an eyebrow and just shrugged, back to his usual semi innocent self. "I'm not always an angel, you know." Randy teased gently, his face momentarily lit up when he inhaled, exhaling through his nose. "By the way, I am sorry about...um, slapping your butt. Kind of." He added playfully, his blue eyes turning sad.
"I know you only did it because of the storyline, I'm not even concerned about that, Randy." She assured him, taking another drag of her cigarette, sighing heavily. "I just wish Mark wasn't so jealous and possessive. I'm scared for you in that ring with him. Even tonight, he wasn't acting like his normal self around you. I hate that because then he gets me paranoid and makes me wonder if something really is going on with you, when I know there isn't." Jetta sounded out of her mind and she knew it, but at the same time, she knew she could trust Randy with anything. He was one of her best friends in the company, alongside John. "I just don't know how else I can prove to him that I love him and I don't want anyone else except him. It's frustrating."
Randy lapsed into one of his usual silences, mulling her words over. He finished his cigarette, dropping it to the black top, and stubbed it out with the toe of his shoe. "I know how to prove it to him AND give him a proper reason for the beat down we both know he's going to put on me." He said finally, studying her, eyes intense. When Jetta opened her mouth to ask him how, he stepped forward and cupped the back of her neck gently, bending down to kiss her.
Shock. That's the only thing Jetta felt at the moment and she was powerless against what he was doing. The cigarette dropped to the pavement as Jetta slowly regained feeling in her limbs, feeling herself slowly beginning to kiss him back. What was she doing? Mark! She loved Mark! With every ounce of energy and strength inside of her, Jetta shoved him away, causing him to stumble a few inches from her, her blue eyes widened in shock, her heart racing.
"What the HELL is wrong with you?!" She shouted, tears in her eyes, bringing a shaky hand up to her slightly swollen lips. Jetta didn't give him time to answer and immediately ran for it.
Randy watched her go, stepping on the still smoking cigarette and crushed it, his blue eyes pure ice as she ran into the building. "I'm giving you want you need, Jetta." He murmured, stuffing his hands into his pockets and retreated back into the shadows, slumping against the wall.
"Hey darlin', where's the fire?" Mark laughed, catching Jetta as she ran down the hall. His eyes immediately fastened on her lips, a frown spreading on his own. "What happened?"
She blinked as huge tears slid down her cheeks, shaking her head back at him, and broke away to run further down the hallway. There was no way she could tell him what happened with Randy and felt him coming after her. She barged into John's dressing room and closed the door, locking it behind her and dropped to her knees in front of him, wrapping her arms around herself, shaking her head back and forth frantically.
"Jets, what's going on?" John demanded, his tone frantic, seeing the state she was in and rushed over to bend down in front of her. "What happened girl?"
"R-Randy...kissed me..."
"Whoa." John blinked and sank down onto the floor in front of her, sitting Indian style, his hands laying in his lap. "Like...a kiss on the cheek as friends or a I wanna fuck you kiss?" He demanded, not entirely sure what to say. He figured if Randy would have wanted a taken woman, it would have been Cayla, not Jetta.
She looked up, her honey purplish locks having hid her face, showing him her swollen lips as more tears fell down her face. Mark had been right and she'd been too blinded by her friendship with Randy to see the truth. Jetta felt sick to her stomach when John's blue eyes nearly popped out of his head and immediately covered her mouth with her hand, trembling from head to toe. She couldn't even speak at the moment and closed her eyes, trying to get the feeling of Randy's lips off of her. He was a great kisser, she'd give him that, but he wasn't the one for her. Mark was. Mark always had been and now she was going to lose him.
"I-I was wrong..." She whispered brokenly, for the first time to John's knowledge, showing weakness. "I was wrong..."
"Wrong about what, Jets?" John asked, sounding confused, then frowned. He was a bit slow on the uptake tonight. Given what he had just heard though, was it any wonder? "Look, it's Randy, maybe- maybe he's having an off night. Did he say anything to you before he did it?" He asked softly, trying to make sense of this.
"I told him that I was trying to figure out a way to prove to Mark that I want him and only him." Jetta said after calming down a little, letting John lead her to the bench, sitting down on it and put her head in her hands. "I'm frustrated because it seems like everything I do, Mark gets jealous. I've confided in Randy and you..." Tears stung her eyes as she thought about the kiss, shaking her head. "H-He told me he knew how to prove it to Mark and to give him a reason to give him the beat down he knew was coming. Then he kissed me…" She swallowed hard, refusing to look at John. "I-I couldn't do anything at first, I was so shocked...then once the shock wore off, I shoved him away as hard as I could, screamed what the hell was wrong with him, and bolted."
In his befuddled state, it took John several minutes to decipher all that, finally half frowning, half grinning. "Jetta, he said he was going to give Mark a reason to beat him up, cause let's face it honey, Mark was gonna do it regardless. AND proof for you to give Mark that he's the only one you want. He kissed you. You backed off, proof for Mark. And now Mark has a legit reason to kick his ass. Randy is in TROUBLE..."
"HE'S OUT OF HIS DAMN MIND!" Jetta shouted, shaking her head and stood up, clenching her fists tightly at her sides. "There are OTHER ways to prove to Mark that I love him and only him, John! What Randy did is SUICIDE! Not to mention I'm never talking to him again! I ran into Mark on the way here..." She groaned, putting her head in her hands. "This is a big fucking mess. I can't believe he did that just to prove a goddamn point!" She was livid, wanting to kick Randy's teeth down his damn throat, more tears falling.
"Well.. you can beat the shit out of him for it in a bit, you got to go get ready for the match." John sighed, standing up as well. "Jets, Randy sometimes does stupid things, but usually he's doing them for what he thinks is the right reason." He hoped. John was going to have to go talk to that boy and set him straight. "Though...you think Mark knows?"
"He seen the condition I was in when I ran back inside the fucking building, John. I think he knows SOMETHING happened." This was messed up. How the hell was Jetta supposed to tell Mark what happened? She would have too, especially after shoving him away. She needed to speak to John though, the only person on the forefront of her mind at the moment. "I need to go talk to Mark." She finally said, raking a hand through her hair, knowing her lips had gone down from the kiss and felt the tears sting her eyes again at Randy's betrayal. "When you talk to that cocksucker, you tell him if he EVER comes near me again, he'll be a permanent woman!" She spat before rushing out the door, heading toward Mark's locker room.
How the hell was he supposed to do that? Randy and Jetta were involved in the same storyline. He sighed and stepped out into the hallway, watching as Randy walked by and jerked him into the room, slamming and locking the door shut behind him.
"Are you out of YOUR MIND?" John demanded harshly.
"Yes." Randy whispered.
John couldn't argue with that.