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Chapter Seven: Who The Fuck Are You Talking To?

The next morning Alissa woke upto John singing in the shower. She smiled, at the image of him singing into a shampoo bottle but that smile soon faded when thoughts of yesterday crept back into her mind. "What am I going to do now?" She asked herself. She couldn't take John's money, just to keep him company, that was ridiculous. No, she knew it was time for her to go home. She heard the shower being turned off as she sat up and rested her upper body against the headboard. John walked out in nothing but a towel and smiled when he seen that she was now awake.

"Morning, beautiful!" John smirked.

"Morning dimples." She replied.

He laughed knowing she had gotten her eyes full. "You okay this morning? Do I need to get you some more tissues?" He was worried about her regardless.

She shook her head. "No, I think my tear ducts are bone dry by now. I will be okay though."

He smiled. "Well how about some breakfast then? I am starving!"

She laughed. "Maybe you should get dressed first. But breakfast sounds great. I am just gonna get a quick shower."

He smiled. "Want to use my towel?" He asked as he started to pull it off his waist.

She put her hands up. "No,no, I am sure there is another one in there." She said as she grabbed some clothes then went towards the bathroom. He grinned as she shut the door behind her. He changed into his khaki shorts and one of his tight fitted shirts, that showed off his muscles, rather nicely. Just after he put his last shoe on, Alissa's cell began buzzing on the table. He picked it up, and looked at the name of the person who was calling. It blinked Riley. He hadn't heard her talk about a Riley, so he was curious and answered it.

"Who is this?" He asked with a serious tone.

"That's none of your damn business. Who the fuck is this?" She demanded.

He smirked, he liked this chick. "That don't matter, what matters is why in the fuck are you calling my girl?" He decided to mess with the female on the other line.

"How in the hell is that any of your business, and since when is she your girl? Who ever the fuck you are?" She was getting pissed, and wondering why in the hell this prick was answering her best friends phone.

He smiled, he was getting her worked up, and he liked it. "She has been my girl for awhile now. It's my fucking business, because anything that involves Alissa involves me too."

"Oh I don't even fucking think so. Where's Ally?"

He covered the speaker so she couldn't hear him laugh. He finally calmed himself enough to talk to her again. "She is getting all wet for me right now. Damn that's sexy baby." He acted like Ally was right next to him. Alissa had just finished her shower, and getting dressed. She walked out of the bathroom to John laying on his back, talking on her phone. He hadn't seen her, and she was curious to know who he was talking to. She stood back leaning against the wall, so he couldn't see her.

"I know you ain't fucking my best friend, and talking to me like this." Riley retorted.

He smiled. "Why would that be any of your fucking business? Damn Ally cat, you know how I like it baby."

Alissa's eyebrows raised and she was shocked. "What the fuck is he talking about, and who the fuck is he talking to?" She said in hushed tones to where he couldn't hear.

"You mother fucker, give her the phone, right fucking now!" Riley demanded.

He started to laugh again but held it back. "Now why would I do such a thing, I mean I could, but she is kind of busy at the moment and has a mouth full." Alissa's mouth dropped.

"You son of a bitch, let me talk to my friend!"

"Now there is no need to call my mom names. She hasn't done a damn thing to you." He cracked a smile. Alissa had heard enough.

"You fucker, I don't know what kind of bullshit game your playing, but it needs to fucking stop and give Ally the damn phone!" Riley scoffed.

Before John could reply he seen Alissa standing next to the other bed with her arms crossed. "What the fuck are you doing?" She asked curious.

He raised up and sat on the edge of the bed. "Just talking."

"Was that Ally, let me talk to her!" Riley yelled.

Alissa kept a straight face. "To who?"

He smiled. "Just a friend."

"Are you listening to me you fucking asshole?"

She smiled. "Is that my phone you have there in your hand?"

He looked down. "Nah, I got a new one."

She couldn't help but laugh. "So you picked out a pink phone? That's kind of gay John."

"What the fuck is going on over there? Someone fucking answer me!" Riley was going off.

He smirked. "I thought it was a pretty color. Don't be hating because my phone is prettier than yours."

She busted out laughing. "Give me my damn phone, you fucker." She put her hand out waiting for him to place it in her hand.

He looked at her hand that she held out, but didn't give it to her. "Hang on just a minute sweetie." He spoke into the phone in a girlie voice.

Alissa about fell over from laughing so hard. "Oh my gawd John, give me my fucking phone." He motioned for her to come and get it. She tackled him on the bed and tried to pin his arms. She tried to lay on his chest and hold his legs down with hers. But was unsuccessful. Then she tried to pin his arms once more, but he just moved them around with ease. She stayed still for a moment trying to catch her breath, then sat up on his stomach. If she could just get a hold of him somehow, but he was so big, and she wasn't. She leaned down and bit his nipple.

"Oooow...That fucking hurt." He yelled.

She laughed. "Give me my damn phone."

He shook his head. "No, don't think I will.

"Fuck this." Riley said and hung up.

She didn't know what else to do but start wrestling him for it. He just laid there laughing his ass off as he watched her. She couldn't do anything to him. He was much more stronger than she was. She tried to turn him over, but that didn't go over as well as she had hoped. "You trying to look at my ass?" He asked.

She rolled her eyes. "No, I am trying to... Fuck I don't know what I am doing!" He put her cell in his pocket, then grabbed her arms pulling her completely on top of him. He flipped her to where she was under him. He pinned her down and hovered his body over hers, so he didn't crush her.

"What you gonna do, short shit?" He laughed. She wasn't about to give up and he noticed. John was surprised usually the chick was mad by now, and walking away, but she was still smiling and trying to take him down.

"You know I could knee your nuts in this position." She smiled.

He looked down. Then put both of her arms above her head, and holding both of them with one hand against the bed. Then he grabbed his parts with the other. "You wouldn't dare."

She thought about it for a split second. "Maybe I will, maybe I won't." She moved her head about, like she was tough. She acted like she was going to and he flinched. She had never made a guy do that before. His stomach growled, and they both laughed.

He smiled revealing those adorable dimples. "Alright, we could do this all day or we could get something to eat. I vote get something to eat. I call a truths."

She nodded. "Okay, now give me my phone." He let go of her and stood up.

"If you want it you gotta get it yourself!"

She rolled her eyes. "Seriously?"

"Yes seriously!" He replied.

She sighed. "Fine!" She got up and stood in front of him then slid her hand into his pocket and grabbed her phone.

"Oooo." He wiggled about as he held her hand in his pocket over his shorts with his own hand.

She laughed. "Your a fucking tard John!"

"Only when your around!"

She finally managed to pull her phone out of his pocket and went to finish getting herself ready, then looked at her recent calls as she sat down on the bed.

She called Riley back hoping she wasn't too ticked. "What the fuck is going on over there?" She asked.

"Sorry Ry, I was in the shower and John answered my phone. Then he wouldn't give it to me. He was messing with you." She apologized.

"John, as in John fucking Cena?" Riley asked curious.

"Yes, John fucking Cena." She smiled as she mocked her friend and looked at John, who was also smiling.

"Oh, so what happened to Randy?"

Alissa dropped her head, and her smile faded. "He's an asshole."

"What happened?" Riley was concerned for her friend.

Alissa told her what had happened the day before. "So I will probably be going to St. Louis to get my stuff then back to Tampa. Gotta find a new job."

"I can't believe he fucking did that. I am tempted to come up there and kick his ass." Riley was very protective of her friend, and would have gladly gave Randy hell over her.

"I know, me too. Don't worry about it, just let it go!"

"Fine, if that is what you want, I will! So, what's up with you and John?" Riley asked prying.

She half smiled. "Nothing, we are just friends. That's all."

"Okay well I have to go. Come see me, I am losing my fucking mind here."

She looked at John who now held concern on his face. "I will, probably after I move back and put a few applications in. Talk to you later."

They hung up and John walked to the door. "Coming?" She nodded and followed close behind.