Unexplainable [Original Version]

[chapter forty-three: "a couple of dicks"]

Chapter 43: "A Couple of Dicks"
Jolene Milford's POV

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I take a long drag on my smoke as I shudder from a damn chilly breeze. I've always loved my birth month of November, but God, it's especially cold this year. I lean back against the stone wall of this week's Nitro arena as I smoke, just trying to take a minute to relax.

I can feel it in my heart that something crazy is approaching, something that isn't good at all. I don't know what it is, or when it's coming, but it is. Maybe I'm just becoming a bit paranoid, since it seems like that asswipe Eric has been working overtime in an attempt to fuck us over.

That's probably it. Fuck you, Eric. Fuck you.

I close my eyes for a moment and as I reopen them, I catch a familiar head of long, black hair passing by. I reach out and grab Scott's shoulder as he goes to head inside, and he jumps in surprise.

"I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to startle you." I tell him with a kind-hearted laugh. "I was wondering if you'd be early today."

"I wasn't going to skip, if that's what you're implying." Scott's tone isn't necessarily cold, but it isn't as light as usual. I furrow my brows and pout at him.

"That wasn't what I was implying at all. There you are, jumping to irrational conclusions again." I put my cigarette out as I shake my head. "The world isn't out to get you, Scott, and I most certainly am on your side. I wish you wouldn't get so snippy with me."

Scott sighs heavily before walking over to the wall beside of me and leaning against it. He crosses his arms across his chest and looks down at me, this sad expression on his face. It kills me.

I feel like he's just falling further and further into some black hole and I don't know how to pull him out of it. I hate being so helpless.

"I'm sorry, Joli, I really am. You've always been right here when I needed you, and you don't deserve my attitude. You're such a good gal and I don't treat you right." Scott sighs and then drapes an arm around my shoulders. I lean against him, to give him a bit of support.

"I know you're trying, dude." I tell him with a smile. "I just... I don't know, I wish you'd talk to me about what's going on in that big-ass head of yours. I know I'm not the most helpful woman in the world, but-"

"Joli, you're great. Hush." Scott chuckles softly. He gives me a small grin for just a moment, then he lets it fall off his face as he turns his gaze to the sky. "I want to talk to you more about everything that is going on in my mind and in my life, but it's just... it's hard to talk about, you know? I hate it, because you've been so upfront with me about all of your struggles, and yet, I can't force myself to tell you much in return."

I playfully punch Scott's chest, just hard enough to get his attention. He raises a brow at me and I give him a cheeky grin.

"It's not a competition, you goofball. Sharing your thoughts and your demons isn't always an easy thing to do. I just..." My grin falters. "I want the best for you, Scott. I know that keeping all of this to yourself isn't doing you the least bit of good. You need to talk to someone, whether it's me or Kev or Paul or someone else."

"I know, girly. Bottling up your emotions is never a good thing to do. It can tear a person down in no time, and I know that all too fuckin' well." Scott laughs at himself. "Yet, time and time again, I find myself in this situation, where my mind is destroying me and I'm just letting it happen."