Written: August 15, 2006

Chapter 4
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John sighed seeing the closed door in front of him. He was kicked out of the room by the two best friends, because of his 'careless views.' Isabelle was too torn up after what happened with Randy down at the pool earlier, so the 'couple' decided to comfort her. Though being the certified asshole that he is, John did the complete opposite, in result of getting booted off the room.

He smacked his closed fist against his forehead leaning back at the wall. He suddenly felt a vibration coming from his pockets as he scrunched his brows in confusion. He checked his pockets seeing Jhen's phone.

Oh, that's right. He had stuffed both their cell phones in his pockets earlier that day, to keep it from getting wet at the pool. He looked at the Caller ID, seeing 'Master' pop up on the screen.

"Master? What the fuck?" John cursed, staring at the phone in his hand. He let it ring afraid Jhen would get mad if he answered but couldn't resist after seeing the 'master' call again.

He sighed and pressed the talk button.

"Babygirl," the guy greeted on the phone.

John froze quickly hanging up. Shit. That was probably that Tyler guy he heard about earlier.

John stood there watching the phone continuously ring before the door finally opened up.

"Jhen said you can come in now," Isabelle said with her eyes puffy.

John nodded his head walking back into the room before putting the phone back in his pocket.

"I tried so hard to get Izzie to completely drop Randy off her liking but she wouldn't listen!" Jhen whined, slumping her head down.

"Aw baby!" John chuckled sitting next to her.

"Yeah but I'm not giving up. Just because I don't share the last name of 'Cena' that doesn't mean I don't act like one. We don't ever back down or give up!" Isabelle proudly stated.

"That's my girl," John laughed softly.

"I wish I was Randy's girl!" she sobbed bringing her back to square one.

"Aw John look what you did!" Jhen whined before smacking his arm. She took a deep breath before moving onto the other couch to be with her best friend. "Sweetie, it's okay. He's nothing but a player. You wouldn't wanna be with someone who cheats on you! Besides, if you're hurting now, when you're not even with him, then imagine how much it'll suck when you guys actually are together."

"That's stupid, coz being with him is what she wants!" John protested.

"Shut up, shut up!" Jhen groaned throwing a pillow his direction.

"Oh my bad sorry," he apologized, coming to conclusion that shutting his mouth is the best solution.

"Izzie, out of all guys why do you have to choose Randy? There are so many guys out there willing to treat you the right way. It's not fair of you to focus your attention on someone you can't have, coz you're eliminating all the other ones," Jhen advised. "You're blinding yourself."

Isabelle sighed. "But I don't wanna give up on him."

"But you're hurting!" Jhen reasoned.

"It'll be worth it once I get him."

"And what if you don't? You'll be kicking yourself for spending all that time on him."

"At least I know I tried."

Jhen sighed before running her hand down Isabelle's side bangs. "You should take a short nap."

"Will do," she muttered, slowly standing up to walk out the room, but came right back in.

"What's wrong?" Jhen asked.

"Randy's mad at me, I'm scared he'll hurt me if he sees me in our room," she explained.

"Sleep here then," John suggested. "I'll come pick up your stuff so you can stay here."

Jhen beamed in great approval. "Wow baby, that's the best thing you've said all day. I guess I can help you out with your stuff."

"My stuff? Who said anything about my stuff? All three of us can share this room, it'll be fun. Besides I'm sure Izzie wont mind seeing us be affectionate with each other, right Izzie?" John asked mischievously.

"Guess not," she shrugged walking to the bed. She left the two alone and tried her best to sleep.

"Argh!" Jhen stomped.

John's lips came to a smile knowing he over smarted her.

"Asshole," she muttered before walking out the door.

John raised his eyebrows, with the smile never disappearing from his lips. The phone started to vibrate again as he groaned and looked at who it was. 'Master.'

"Now he's the asshole," John smirked, ignoring the phone to put it back in his pocket.

-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-

"Sarah, it's not what you think! I'm not cheating on you," Randy assured.

"Then why was girl sleeping in the same room with you last night?" she asked crossing her arms.

"That's just it. ROOM! Not BED! I didn't wanna make you feel uncomfortable so I just slept on the hard floor," he reasoned. "Baby, she's John's cousin alright? She had to stay at my room, but that's about it. I don't like her…okay…I like you!"

She sighed before a small smile suddenly crept up to her lips. "Okay I forgive you."

"I'd never cheat on you," Randy whispered after pulling her into a hug. "I'd never so such a thing."

But oh boy is he completely wrong!

-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-

"I can't believe I have to sit here and do nothing but stare at people," Jhen whined.

"Well you said you wanted to go clubbing," John laughed softly. "So here we are."

"Yeah but I didn't know you and Isabelle where gonna come along!" she groaned in a whisper. "Now I have to play along this act and you wont even let me dance!"

"Well I don't wanna blow our cover. Izzie would think it's weird if you dance and I don't," he reasoned. But truthfully he was just scared it'd make him jealous. Knowing her reputation, John was sure some guy would hit on her and he just wasn't gonna have any of that. She was his. Even if it's not in reality, she was still his.

"That's the dumbest shit ever. What would she care if you dance and I don't? Look I don't give a crap what you say, I'm going to the dance floor," Jhen said walking out of their table.

"Where'd she go?" Isabelle asked, back with their drinks.

"Out to dance," John answered with a sigh.

"Oh, you shouldn't have let her go alone. She's a big flirt," she warned.

"As if I don't already know," he muttered locking his eyes out to her.

"See what I mean! She hasn't been there for longer than a minute and she already has some random guy grinding on her," Isabelle laughed. "Aren't you mad? I mean she is your girlfriend."

I wish she really was. John thought not taking his eyes off her.

Her back was turned to a guy who had a pretty tight grip around her waist.

"Alright I'm going," John mumbled getting up.

"Wait your leaving us?" Isabelle asked frantic.

"No, I'm going out to the dance floor. I don't want anymore bastards putting their hands on my girlfriend," he explained walking over to them. He coughed causing Jhen to look over him.

"Do I know you?" she asked teasingly.

"Oh you wanna play like that huh?" he asked with a smirk.

She shrugged but continued her lustful dance with the man behind her.

Of course, being John Cena, the most crushed wrestler at the time, he was able to grab a girl with a snap of a finger.

Isabelle just stared at them wonderingly. "They're a weird couple. Grinding on different people? That's weird, they should be dancing with each other!"

Jhen decided to play full on speed as she dragged the guy out of the dance floor and over to the bar. She left John in a very sticky-situation-type-of-thing. He obviously just took the girl to make Jhen jealous but now that she was off somewhere else he sure didn't need the girl anymore. So what was he suppose to say? 'Oh I don't wanna dance with you anymore.'

Ha! Unfortunately for the girl, yes! Being the asshole that he is that's what he said.

Jhen couldn't help but laugh after seeing this whole act. She thought it was pathetic how he's so easy at falling for her mischievous traps. "Loser."

"What?" the man asked looking down at her.

"Nothing," she sighed walking away. She too just used him to make John jealous.

"Wait, are you just gonna leave me like that?" he asked.

"Uh-yeah," she said with a shrug. She kept walking still looking at the man, who grew to eventually creep her out. She suddenly bumped into John. "Oh sorry," she apologized not knowing who it was.

"Wow you actually say sorry," John chuckled.

She looked up at him and glared. "Oh it's you. Then never mind, I take that sorry back."

"Why do you hate me so much?" he asked gripping on both her shoulders.

"Because you're an asshole," she answered simply.

"How am I an asshole?"

"Because you expect everything to go your way and you're so careless over our feelings."

"How I am being careless?"

"Because you just do whatever please you."

"How?"

"Like with Izzie earlier today."

"I tried to help. Is that my fault?"

"Yes"

"How?"

"Oh would you stop it with the chain questions! Sheesh!" Jhen groaned.

"I'm just asking questions, how is that so bad?" he asked again.

"What did I just say?" she snapped.

"What did I just say," he answered.

She crossed her arms and glared at him.

"What? You asked what you said, so I said what you just said!" he reasoned.

"Stop trying to be smart coz it's not appealing to me," Jhen said.

"Who said I wanted to appeal to you?" John chuckled.

She stared at him before rolling her eyes and walking away.

"Whoa-wait. Okay I guess being your 'boyfriend' I at least need to appeal to you in some level," he said grabbing her arm.

She flashed him a fake smile. "Well too bad you don't."

John sighed as he watched her leave the club.

"Did she just leave?" Isabelle asked jogging over to him.

"I guess," he whispered staring at the exit.

"Are you guys fighting? Coz this is like what? Your second day on being a couple?" she questioned.

"Yeah…I don't know… I can never get through that girl," he sighed rubbing his forehead.

"Well do you wanna go home?" she asked in sympathy for her cousin. She could see he was completely crushed.

"Yeah," he answered simply, heading for the exit.

-x-o-x-o-x-o-x-o-

"Why do always come home so late?" John whispered after feeling slight movement in the bed.

"Oh shit, here we go again with the questions," she sighed resting her head down on her pillow. "Just don't worry about me and go back to sleep. I don't wanna wake Isabelle up."

John gave in a small nod, leaning his head back on the pillow.

Minutes later, he found himself looking over Jhen again. He studied her profile, and everything seemed so perfect. He loved looking at her soft skin to her sweet lips that gave a slight pout. He never knew someone could be built so beautifully like her…not one flaw was put on her face. That is until John looked down further seeing a reddish mark on her neck.

A hickey!

Shit, that hurts. Hurts to find out the girl you like's been having another man put their hand on her and kiss her, touch her, like you dream of doing. He sighed slumping his head down, thinking sleep would be a good conclusion.

Yeah sleep. Sleep is good. I haven't gotten much lately so I think getting one would fix this whole mess. John thought closing his eyes tightly.

Five minutes passing, he still couldn't sleep. But he kept his eyes closed, making Jhen believe he indeed was off to sleep. She sat up looking over him, running one hand down his cheek, thinking he had no idea what she was doing. But ah, he did. He was still awake pretending he wasn't.

"You have no idea how hard this is Dimpy," she whispered before giving his cheek a kiss. She stared at him for a couple more seconds before turning her back to drift off into her own sleep, with John following soon after.

-x-o- The Next Morning -x-o-

The 'couple' and Isabelle were all gathered around John's locker room just talking over nonsense.

"Yay, I finally get to see a show and be backstage! I always wanted to go here," Isabelle squealed in delight. "But hey I wanna walk around and check out everything okay Frosty?"

He nodded his head with a smile.

"Okay I'll see you two lovers later," she said walking out the door. She slowly looked around backstage seeing two girls talking in the corner.

"Oh my gosh Sarah I can't believe you're dating Randy Orton!" she heard one of the girls say.

Bingo! The other girl must be Sarah.

Isabelle stood there waiting for the right time to approach them. Perfect! Sarah's indeed alone now.

Isabelle put a smile on her face, optimistically skipping over to her. "Hey."

"Uh-do I know you?" she asked with a disgusted look on her face.

"Yeah I'm roomies with Randy," she informed with the biggest smile on her face.

"Oh…ew…so you're the girl all over my boyfriend? Okay then I guess I have nothing to worry about now that I see you face to face," Sarah laughed trying to walk off.

"Bitch!" Isabelle cursed grabbing her arm.

Randy turned to the corner, stopping dead on his tracks when he saw this. This was just bound to get ugly.

Girl fight!

xoxo. thanks for the lovely reviews(: keep sending them in, please. oh and c'yeahh, i knew cena would stay at raw and win that title back! (:
thanks; jhen♥
Date Posted: September 17, 2006.