Chapter 38

John stared at Randy, watching his friend pace back and forth outside the hotel the next morning. "Are you insane?" He demanded, shaking his head as Randy lit his next cigarette. "You KISSED her, then you ATTACKED her!"

"The kiss was different. I attacked her as part of my in ring character." Randy muttered, blue eyes wild.

"I think you need to stay away from her, man." John said, not entirely sure if Randy was actually even paying attention to him anymore.

The hotel door opened at that moment and Jetta stepped out, wearing a blue denim skirt with a blue tank top, her hair up in a messy bun, a few tendrils hanging down her face, framing it. Black shades were over her eyes as she inhaled the morning air. Mark had gone to a meeting with Linda regarding the end of the feud with Randy, pointless for her to be there. She stopped dead in her tracks when she seen John and Randy talking, tears filling her eyes, black shades hiding them and immediately walked down the sidewalk away from them.

John stopped Randy from following her by holding out his arm. "Damn it." He sighed when Randy pushed past him and followed her anyway. Jetta was going to co-cock his ass three ways from Sunday.

"Jetta please, talk to me." Randy pleaded softly, walking just behind her, holding his cigarette at his side, incase she wanted to hit him. He didn't want her burning her hand.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she stopped walking, blinking her tears away, and turned around to face him. "What for? You've made it perfectly clear what your intentions are, Randy! No, I don't want to talk to you. I don't even want to LOOK at you! You were one of my best friends..." She whispered, the hurt evident in her tone of voice, slowly pulling her shades from her eyes. "I hope Mark destroys you and I will do everything in my power to make sure it happens. Leave me the hell alone and get away from me."

Randy hung his head, scuffing the toe of his sneaker against the sidewalk before looking up at her, his blue eyes filled with the usual sadness. Only more intense, much more. "I was trying to help you." He said softly. "I know, wrong way, but..." He trailed off, looking helpless. "In the ring, Jetta, that was purely business, nothing more." His voice was pleading.

"You didn't help me, Randy. I didn't NEED your help. What you did was piss me off and piss my boyfriend off that you're wrestling! What I did out in that ring was business as well and you took it too far. Saying you don't WANT to hurt me, but you WILL? What the hell does that even mean?" She demanded, the anger and pain in her blue eyes as she stared back at him, the man she had confided in more than John as of late. They could talk about things, personal things, and help each other. And then with that kiss...everything went downhill as Jetta turned around and began walking away.

Gently, Randy grabbed her by the wrist, halting her and turning her around to face him, his cigarette long forgotten on the sidewalk by now. "Jetta, I'm sorry. If I could take it all back, I would, just so you wouldn't hate me anymore." He whispered, anguish in his tone. "Please...I'm sorry."

Jetta swallowed hard, seeing the pure anguish and agony in his eyes, tears instantly stinging her own. He hurt her, badly, but Jetta couldn't forget all the great times they had together and how close they were. Life was too damn short to hold grudges as she lowered her head, sniffling slightly and looked back up at him before pulling him for a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I forgive you." She whispered, knowing Mark was going to have a conniption fit when he found out about this, but Randy was one of her best friends.

The smile that lit up Randy's face totally changed his expression, going from sad to happy, elated in seconds. "Thank you, Jetta." He whispered fervently, taking her hand and squeezing. "I won't come around if it's going to cause problems, I just don't want you hating me." He offered a hesitant smile. "You can kick my ass in the ring if you want too, I won't retaliate."

She sighed and slowly pulled back, clearing her throat, hoping she wasn't making a mistake by forgiving him. "I'll talk to Mark. Just...let me handle it." Never in her life had Jetta been in this type of predicament and groaned inwardly. Mark was going to kill HER for being so soft. Since when did she become soft and forgive assholes? Simple. Randy was her friend as she stared back into his blue eyes, searching for something, what she didn't know. "Tell me the truth. Do you feel something for me that's more than friendship? I know you kissed me to prove a point, but I don't need to be anymore confused than what I am now, Randy. Just...tell me the truth. We need to work this out and come to an understanding."

"You're my friend, Jetta." Randy said simply, fishing in his back pocket and lighting a fresh smoke, offering the pack to her. He dipped his head, flicking his lighter with one hand and inhaled, lighting the cigarette with practiced ease. "Besides, even I'm not stupid enough to entertain TOO many thoughts about the UNDERTAKER'S girlfriend. He already tried hospitalizing me once. You know what he'd do if I was in love with you or something?" His blue eyes widened.

Looking at him skeptically, Jetta snatched the pack from him and slid a cigarette out, handing it back to him before lighting it with his lighter and inhaled deeply. "His name is Mark first of all." She corrected, blowing smoke out and leaned against the wall in the shade, staring back at him, not believing what she was doing. Jetta was obviously insane, she had to be, to forgive the man who had given her a DDT and nearly cracked her ankle in two. But staring in his blue eyes and seeing how sorry he was touched her and Jetta couldn't ignore it. She couldn't just push him out of her life. "What did you mean when you said that to me?" She finally asked, her voice growing quiet. "You don't want to hurt me, but you will. Are you going to hurt me, Randy?"

Randy frowned, looking like he was trying to understand what she was saying, trying to remember, then sighed, his shoulders slumping. "I was in character, Jetta. I couldn't very well tell you a joke and have you laughing at me on camera." He said softly. "I won't hurt you, I tried my best to keep that DDT from really doing you any harm. I'm sorry."

"You don't remember bending down and whispering that in my ear?" She asked, taking another long drag and blew the smoke out, flicking ash as she leaned her head back against the building. Jetta was trying to understand, trying to wrap her mind around what he was thinking and feeling, finally just deciding to let it go. "It happened." She stated, locking eyes with him. "It happened and nothing can change it. I don't want to talk about this anymore, Randy. Let's just move on and focus on getting through this without both of us getting hurt. I'll talk to Mark about this and get him to understand...somehow."

"Maybe I should talk to Mark?" Randy suggested thoughtfully, blinking when he realized he had a long stem of ash and flicked it, taking a long drag. "He already has no respect for me, not that I'm blaming him. It'd be worse if he thought I was hiding behind you. Please, don't take offense to that. I just think he might see me in a tad bit of a better light if I'm man enough to go to him directly."

Jetta took one last drag of her cigarette and nodded, knowing he was right, stubbing it out with a heaving sigh. "Then do it." She stated, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "As much as he wants to hurt you, Mark is a reasonable man. He won't hurt you because of how goddamn talented you are in that ring and how close you are to me. You hurt me, but you also helped me in your own way. That kiss was nice, you're a hell of a kisser, but I didn't feel anything from it. It made me realize just how much I love Mark and he is the only man I want. So in your own twisted way, you did help me so...thank you. Sorry about the whole...rope thing." She cracked a hesitant smile.

"No problem, it was business, I try not to take it too personally." Randy said with a shrug, glancing back towards John. He shook his head when John broke out in a relieved, toothy grin, even obvious from here. "Look, I am sorry about that kiss. I thought I was helping, you know...well, I guess you don't. It doesn't even make sense to me anymore."

"It doesn't make sense to me either." She whispered, staring back into his blue eyes, and patted his shoulder reassuringly. "Forget about it. It was a kiss. It's not like we had sex or anything." She winked when he smirked, knowing they could go back to the way things were with time. "And don't stay away because I will kick your ass if you do, Orton." She kissed his cheek before walking away, suddenly not in the mood to shop anymore. She smiled at John and nodded once before walking into the hotel and up to her room.

As soon as the door closed, Jetta broke out in tears as she tossed her bag to the side and collapsed on the bed, crying herself to sleep.

Randy slowly ambled back to John, ignoring his friend's shaking head. "I had to apologize."

"You also might want to make out a will and pick a fucking casket." John said with a loud, derisive snort. "Cause Mark is going to KILL you slowly and painfully."

"It was well worth it."

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A soft caress of lips woke her hours later as Jetta's blue eyes slowly fluttered open, staring into those hypnotic green pools, and smiled softly. "Hey you." She whispered, her voice rough with sleep, and hugged him around the neck before pulling back. "How did your meeting go?" She softly asked, sitting up, and yawned as she rubbed her eyes. How long had she been out? She honestly didn't care at the moment considering Mark had been gone most of the day anyway.

"Eh...Linda and Stephanie made me promise not to put him into the hospital...at least not until the end of this feud." Mark shrugged, looking mildly disappointed, which he was, especially after all that shit Randy had the balls to pull the night before. A kiss and a concussion all in a matter of hours...that bastard sure thought he was untouchable.

"Mark listen, we need to talk." Jetta said softly, pressing a hand to his chest, and stared deep into his eyes. "I ran into Randy on my way out this morning. I was going for a walk to clear my head and he was there along with John." She didn't like the look in his eyes and sighed, dropping her head in shame. "I know what he did was wrong, but he's my friend...one of my best friends...and he apologized." She fingered the hem of her skirt, taking in a shaky breath. "He did what he did out in the ring because of business and he tried blocking the blow of the DDT as much as he could. I just...please don't hurt him. He has a lot of talent and...he's going to come talk to you about this situation. Just listen to him, please. You're the locker room leader for a reason. Just listen to him and hear what he has to say."

Ouch, she pulled out that locker room leader card, that was just a low blow. He HAD been locker room leader because he had been one of the few who kept things purely business, respecting his passion too much to let something interfere. Then Jetta had become his new passion.

"Fine." He grunted. "I'll listen." Then he'd kick the man's ass.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, but you are a leader." She was so confused and pressed her forehead against his shoulder, tears swelling in her eyes. "Just forget everything I said, I don't know what I'm doing anymore." That was the truth, she didn't. She forgave Randy, but knew Mark was going to maim him in the ring at the next pay-per-view, where their final confrontation would be. Randy made a mistake, okay a few mistakes, but everyone did. "It was just a kiss that didn't mean anything to me. Just remember that your lips are the only ones I want to feel. You're the only man I want."