Yay, third chappie!! I own nothing besides Isabella and now Harmony. Here's the next one, enjoy!!


A Thick Line Between Love and Hate

Chapter Three: A Date With Destiny, and Date's Enemy, and Enemy's Girlfriend.

(Isabella POV)

I walked down the hall of the arena, black boots clacking against the cement flooring. All arenas were like this, cement and brick, on good days, we got arenas with carpeting all around. The sound of clicking shoes had embedded itself into my brain, so, for kicks and giggles, I recorded the sound of a bunch of Divas walking down the cement hallway and set it as Mickie's ringtone.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I ran into somebody and ended up on the floor. The massive body stood before me, having not budged from their position. Growling, I glared at the person. "Watch where you're goin'!"

"Sorry." The man apologized and lent me a hand, helping me up. He smiled and shook my hand. "I'm John."

"Cena, I know who you are."

"Really?"

"Mmm-hmm, I work here too, ya know?"

"Well, somebody's being rude." He remarked. "I'm bickering with someone, who's name I don't know, and she knows who I am, she refuses to tell me her name, therefore preventing me from taking her to dinner to make up for her untimely fall." John said, trailing off. "Oh, well. Another beautiful woman slipped through my fingers."

"Wait." I sighed as he started to walk away. "Cena, I'll go to dinner with you."

John grinned. "I'll pick you up at seven!"

"Oh and before you go, my name's Isabella. Call me Izzy, though!" I called after him.

"Will do!" He replied.

(Shannon POV)

I sat in the RAW locker room, relaxing after my victory earlier against Santino. John was on the bench opposite of mine, looking like he was five times happier than two hours ago. "What's up with you?"

"I have a date."

"What Diva and how hot, on the 1-10 meter?" I asked.

"Izzy and a serious 9."

"Izzy? Dude, you're sick." I replied as Matt rolled his eyes.

"Good for you, man. She needs a distraction, from a certain someone." His eyes diverted to me.

"Izzy seems nice." John stated.

"Izzy? She's letting you call her Izzy? What are you, her boyfriend or something?" I mutter, finally realizing that he's serious. I can see it now, Isabella Smith spending very waking moment with him. She'll move in with him and I'll never have to see her, except for shows. It seems like a perfect plan. On the other hand, who will I torture? "So, where are you guys going?"

"Dinner." John answered as he left.

An hour later...

"So, we're ruining their dinner date?" Kelly asked me.

"Yep." I replied.

"Babe, I can't wait to see her face."

"They got a seat, let's go." I opened the restaurant door for my girlfriend, Kelly Kelly, and followed her as she found their table.

"Oh my God, I can't believe the coincidence, all four of us choosing the same restaurant." Kelly giggled as she sat by John. "Do you mind?"

"Go ahead." John replied. "Sorry, Izzy, it would've been rude to push them away."

"Yeah, Izzy." I laughed as I sat next to her. "So, what's on the menu?"

"Asshole on a stick." She glared at me.

"Aw, Izzyabellzy, don't be that way."

"Did you just call me Izzyabellzy?" She cocked an eyebrow. "I'm sorry, John, I'm not usually this rude, only to Shannon."

The waitress set two glasses on the table and was shocked to see two more people. "Can I get you two anything?"

"Um, a Sprite and a water, thanks." Kelly answered warmly.

As Isabella was grabbing her cup, I 'accidentally' nudged it with my elbow, and it spilled all over her lap. Growling, she glared at me again, as I gave her an innocent look. "Sorry, Bellzy."

Kelly stood up and scowled. "Watch where you're going, Shannon. I'll help you with that Izzy." As she and Izzy left to for the bathroom, John sighed.

"Shannon, do you mind if I date Isabella?"

"Nope, do whatever the hell you want." I replied.

"You two seem close."

"I hate her, she hates me. Oh, and before you guilt trip me about giving her a chance, I did, when I met her."

"Jeff told me you would say that. He says you just started hating her."

"Whatever. I just don't like her."

"Why?"

"If you really want to know, she's fat, ugly, annoying-"

"Shannon, the girl can bench 240, it's muscle. If she were ugly, she wouldn't have even made it into this company, and ugliness is completely opinionated. She's only annoying if you pick at the things she says to find something annoying about it."

"Have you two been going out?" I asked, ignoring his last comment.

"Yes, for a couple weeks." John admitted just as the girls came back. Isabella sat next to John and kissed his cheek. "He knows, babe."

"Babe? You told me for a couple weeks and you're all of a sudden calling her 'babe'?"

"Relax, Shan, what do you care?" John asked, putting an arm around Izzy's shoulders.

He was right, why do I care. I don't. Exactly, I don't. "C'mon, Kells, we should go." I said as I got up and laced my fingers with hers as we walked off.


Sorry, it's kinda short, but the next one will be longer, and more dramatic. Read & Review. Oh and if there was any confusion, John and Isabella were joking before when they 'didn't know who the other was'.