Chapter 41

John was currently outside with Randy, trying to avoid coughing as Randy amusedly blew smoke rings in his direction. "Man, that is disgusting, yo!" He shouted, shaking his head when Randy chuckled. "Jetta is back."

"Really? To work or visit?"

"I don't know, didn't get to talk to her. Mark threatened me with a um, a toothpick."

"I'm mildly curious to find out how he'd kill you with a toothpick, Johnny boy." Jetta's voice sounded behind him, smirking when he whipped around and laughed as he lifted her up over his shoulder, bouncing around. Jetta just let him do his usual happy dance when he saw her, as he liked to call it, before setting her down and gave her a big hug. "I'm glad to see I was missed." She flashed him a smile before her eyes turned to Randy, immediately walking over and stepped into his embrace, closing her eyes. She'd missed both of them, though not as much as Mark. "I'm back for good by the way, Junior."

"Junior?" Randy snorted good-naturedly, squeezing her gently before stepping away, his blue eyes locking with hers.

"You know Rando, I just realized, you don't check her out like the rest of us." John said musingly, his eyes doing a few once over's. "What's that on your back?"

"John is a pig."

"He doesn't check me out unlike you, pervert." Jetta shot back playfully, winking over her shoulder, and moved her hair as she showed him her new tattoo.

"Holy shit! You branded yourself?"

"Yes I did and it was very worth it." Jetta replied, her eyes sparkling with happiness, turning around to face John. "Do you remember how you kept bugging me about the marriage deal?"

John nodded, understanding now.

"He got my name on his throat and I got his on my back, where everyone can see both of them. Of course neither one of us knew the other was going to do it. This proves that I love him and he's the only man I want. I think I've convinced him finally." She faked wiping sweat from her forehead, that smile never leaving her lips. "This is better than any ring or piece of paper, so consider us married, in our own way."

"May I?" Randy asked softly, stepping behind her to study the tattoo. "Congratulations." He said, backing away, and lit a cigarette. "We seen the one on his neck. Everyone has by now."

"We even poked it, man...he got PISSED."

Randy just snorted, his eyes on Jetta.

"You POKED his fresh tattoo?" Jetta shook her head and smacked John upside his own, turning to face Randy. "Thank you." She gently said, sitting on a nearby crate, and inhaled the air. "This is going to sound insane, but I missed this place while I was gone."

"Where did you go?"

"L.A."

"What did you do?"

"John, has anyone ever told you you're a nosey fucker?"

"Plenty of times." He grinned, blue eyes twinkling.

"And he's been told he needs to mind his own business." Randy added, slumping back against the wall. "Want one, Jetta?" He offered, gesturing to the cigarette between his fingertips.

"That is so nasty..."

"So don't kiss me and we won't have a problem."

Jetta giggled when John's face turned beat red, shaking her head, and slid the cigarette from Randy's fingers before holding it out so he could light it for her. She only smoked with him, something they shared that nobody else knew except John. "Thank you Randy." She whispered, taking a long drag and let the smoke escape her lips before flicking some ash. "So how've you been?" She asked, already knowing John was a happy guy. She was more concerned about Randy at the moment, having thought about him and what happened during her two weeks.

Shrugging, Randy lit up a fresh one, smirking when John just rolled his eyes. His face was momentarily lit up in the orange glow, then back in the shadows.

"He thinks he's a vampire." John said sarcastically. "What time is it?"

"Uh, time for your promo, actually."

John yelped and booked it back inside the arena, causing Jetta to laugh as she shook her head, taking another drag as the darkness slowly engulfed them. It was a warm summer night and Jetta couldn't wait to get Mark alone, the thought making a shiver run down her spine. She didn't know why she forgave Randy so quickly and Mark had told her they had a talk. She didn't want to know how that ended, but was glad Randy still had his head attached to his shoulders, and he didn't look worse for the wear. Sighing, Jetta just stared out at the sky and knew she was home, back on the road, where she belonged.

Randy moved to stand beside her, looking up at the stars that were thinly veiled by fog. "Did you enjoy your time off at all?" He asked softly, knowing she probably hadn't. More than likely, she had been mooning for her boyfriend. "They're ending our feud at the next pay-per-view." He sounded disgusted. "The writers don't know a good thing when they have it. Did you know that your name has reached the top five list of searches online? The fans are eating it up."

"Damn..." Jetta blinked, she hadn't heard anything about it as she took another drag, sighing heavily. "We're ending it early because of what happened, Randy." She knew he probably already figured that out and raked a hand through her hair. "As much as I enjoy working with you in the ring and being Mark's valet, I want to get back to what I do best and that's wrestle. I want to become the Women's Champion and go on with my career." If anyone would understand that, it was him and Mark. Particularly Mark. He wasn't fond of her going to the ring with him, especially with how personal they were. Mark was becoming distracted and making mistakes in the ring, even though he denied it. She could see it. "And my time off was fine. I seen a lot of old friends and got a lot of shit done."

"Glad to hear it." Randy said, not touching on anything she had said, knowing how important it was to establish herself as an actual performer and not some accessory. He could never understand why they had done that in the first place. Sighing, he turned to face her. "Jetta, I'm sorry." He said simply.

When she looked at him in confusion, he pulled her against him, his mouth finding hers. He knew this would be a repeat of last time, there was no doubt about that. In fact, she was very likely to kill him this time, but he couldn't stop himself. He wanted her and let her know it through that kiss; all the pent up passion and desire he had been hiding coming out in what was a heated, aggressive kiss.

This time she was prepared and immediately pressed her hands against his chest, shoving him as far away from her as she possibly could, her blue eyes widened in both shock and disbelief. She had trusted him again! She even went as far as to plead with Mark not to hurt him! This was NOT to prove a point, it was the simple fact that he wanted her. He lied to her, repeatedly, messing with her mind.

"Stay away from me." She ordered in a grave voice, throwing the cigarette down at his feet, shaking her head in disappointment. "I trusted you again like a damn fool! What is wrong with you? I'm with Mark! I love Mark! I don't want anyone else, I'm branded, or have you forgotten, you son of a bitch?!"

"No, I haven't forgotten." Randy said bluntly, his eyes going from desire to ice in seconds. "I'm reminded constantly, Jetta. I haven't pursued you, have I? No. I've let you and Mark be. But I would be only hurting myself if I at least didn't let you know there was another option out there." His upper lip had curled when she said 'branded'.

"I ASKED you point blank if you felt anything for me other than friendship and you lied to me!" She shouted, tears in her eyes and wiped her lips off that were still slightly swollen, her heart breaking as she took another step away from him. She remembered that look in his eyes, the blue ice, remembered his words and swallowed hard. "I don't want you, Randy. There is only one man out there for me and that's the man's name that's now on my body. You need to leave me alone." Her voice was cold and hard now, blue eyes icing over just as much as his. "I don't want ANY options from you. I've chosen the one I want now get over it and move the fuck on!"

"I did lie to you, Jetta." Randy's voice was back to his usual softness, stepping away from her, giving her the space he knew she needed and brought his hands to his temples. "Because I was trying not to ruin your life, which I just did. We can't be friends." His eyes raised to meet hers, his vivid blue orbs filled with anguish. "I was stupid to even think I could be just your friend. Go. Go tell Mark what I did." When she just looked at him, he stepped forward. "GO!"

Tears cascaded down her cheeks, all the hurt and pain clear in her own blue eyes as she stared back at him, wishing there was something she could do to make this right. There wasn't. Jetta shook her head and turned around before taking off back inside the arena, going to the women's bathroom before going to Mark's dressing room. She looked in the mirror and felt her knees give out, burying her face in her hands, her entire body trembling from head to toe. She loved Mark with everything in her, but it killed her slowly with what Randy just said. He couldn't be her friend because he had feelings for her. Jesus that kiss proved it and Jetta suddenly felt sick to her stomach, going to the nearest stall and vomited violently, tears streaming down her face.

Randy had followed her, especially after seeing how her knees were about to give out from underneath. Not even thinking twice about it, he followed her into the restroom, glad it was empty except for them. He groaned when he heard her vomiting, wetting some towels and stepped in behind her, pulling her hair out of her face.

"I'm sorry, Jetta." He whispered, holding the towels out. "I'll leave you alone, anything, just tell me what to do."

"Leave me alone!" She cried out, physically trembling as she gripped the porcelain bowl tightly with her hands, trying to keep from keeling over as she stumbled back from the toilet and away from him, seeing they were in a stall and he was practically pressed against her. "Randy, stop it..." She whispered, feeling the cool towel press against her lips and forehead, the tears not stopping. "You can't be my friend, you said it yourself! You said you didn't want to hurt me, but you would! I actually trusted you and believed you! I'm such an idiot!" She buried her face in her hands, the confusion and betrayal overwhelming her.

"I can't be your friend, I still stand by that. But I had to make sure you weren't going to collapse or something." Randy gently, but firmly pried her hands from her face, staring down at her intently. "I am sorry, Jetta. Let me take you to Mark and you can watch him beat my ass, it'll make you feel better."

This man was out of his mind as she stared back into his blue eyes, shaking her head. "No." She whispered, leaning her head back against the door, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "I'm not going to have your blood on my hands, Orton." She stated in a stronger voice, though it was still incredibly shaky and reached behind her as she tried unlocking the stall, finally managing as she stumbled out, seeing his blue eyes begin icing over. "Randy, I don't want Mark to destroy you. You're one of my best friends, no matter if you can't be my friend or not. I care too much about you to let you be destroyed. Just leave me alone."

Randy slowly straightened out to his full height, advancing on her. "Don't you get it Jetta? If you don't HATE me, I WON'T leave you alone!" He sounded frustrated, slamming a fist into a stall door, not even looking away from her, though his fist had left one hell of a dent. "So for your own sake, HATE ME. Tell Mark!" He growled angrily. In one quick move he had her pinned between the sinks, a thigh pinning her legs down and her hands above her head in one hand. Making sure to keep his head out of distance, Randy didn't want to be head butted by her. "Please." He whispered, his eyes slowly trailing from her own to her lips.

Her heart was pounding furiously in her chest, the tears falling down her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She was scared to death now and moved her head when he went to kiss her, his lips brushing her cheek instead, feeling like she was going to vomit again. "You're going to regret what you're doing to me." She promised in a deadly voice, feeling his free hand grip her chin in his hand, the anger boiling in her blue eyes as she struggled against him. "You want me to tell him, fine, I will. I'll tell him everything that happened, but I CAN'T hate you! I can't do it Randy!" The look in his eyes caused the fear to fill her body and knew those were the wrong words to say, especially when his lips nearly crushed hers, forcing her to cry out against them, the grip on her wrists tightening more.

The minute her mouth opened to cry out, Randy's tongue slid past her parted lips, massaging her tongue with his in a seductive caress, willing her to surrender. He didn't move to let her go, but pressed himself into her, letting her feel his muscular, rock hard body. He had nothing to lose, so he poured all his skill into this kiss, his head angling to the side, deepening it.

This wasn't good, this was extremely bad as Jetta tried fighting him off, his grip feeling like iron steel, refusing to release her. Why was he doing this to her? He said he cared about her, but then did the absolute opposite. He said he was sorry, but he really wasn't. He was playing mind games with her and it pissed Jetta off, refusing to kiss him back, tears continuing to stream. She was twisting and torquing her body, trying to get him off of her, but it was no use. As strong as she was, Randy was a lot stronger and he was proving his dominance right now.

Randy let go of her face, still keeping Jetta firmly in place and ran his free hand down her side, feeling her trying to writhe away from him, never breaking the kiss. The skirt was definitely convenient right now and his fingers slid up her thigh, feeling her tensing. "Do you hate me now?" He breathed against her lips, brushing them with his own. "Hmm, Jetta? Can you hate me now?" His blue eyes were piercing her, searing through her as he cupped her sex, her thin panties the only barrier between the flesh of his finger and her dripping wet sex.