Title: Questionable Sanity

Author: Mel

Summary: Read previous chapters

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than the OCs.

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Chapter Fifteen

Previously: Cena raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak, when suddenly the Pussycat Dolls, "Don't cha" was heard coming from Keeley's back pocket. The ring tone earned her a raised eyebrow from both male wrestlers.

She pulled out the phone, checked the caller id and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

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Keeley held up her phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey baby! I have missed you. Why haven't you talked to me in a long time? I miss you."

Keeley raised a fine eyebrow as she thought of a reply.

"Excuse me? Who the hell is this?"

"It's me, Steven. Your little Stevie-poo!"

"Who the hell are you? I have no idea who this is!"

Keeley is looking more and more freaked. The looks on her face are causing the other occupants of the room to wonder what the heck is going on.

John walks over and takes the seat that had been vacated by King and sits back bringing Keeley to his side, wrapping an arm around her.

She looked at him long enough to see him mouth…"hand me the phone."

Keeley shook her head no. Krista and Randy shared a look at this interesting turn of events.

"Don't you remember? I am your boyfriend! We went on a date a few months ago and I told you I'd call you. Well I am calling you! So baby when can we get together to have sex? It has to be at your place. I still live with my mom and well she doesn't like when I bring females home. But I am sure she will love you and when we get married of course she will live with us."

A look of absolute horror crossed Keeley's face as realization dawned. This was a guy she had gone on date with as a favor to a friend. He had completely freaked her out when she had gone to dinner with him. He had eaten with his hands and wiped his mouth on his shirt and burped the alphabet.

"Umm…ahh.."

Keeley couldn't seem to form any coherent words. That was when John grabbed the phone.

"Excuse me I don't know who the hell this is, could ya give me ya name bro?"

"My name is Steven. Excuse me why are you talking on my girlfriend's phone. Is she cheating on me? Oh my God, why does every girl cheat on me?"

John rolled his eyes, no wonder Keeley was at a loss for words. The ass wipe was freaking out of his mind.

"Excuse me dawg, but Keeley sure is hell ain't ya girl. She is mine and trust me. If you so much as think of callin' her again, I will hunt your ass down and kill you. I don't think she appreciates strange ass guys callin' her. If you know what is good for ya, you won't ever even thing of dailin' this number again. Do you understand me?"

"Why are you doing this to me? Baby, please I thought we were going to get married! Baby please come back to me! I love you!"

John held the phone away from his ear and shared a look with Keeley.

And mouthed…"Who the hell is this and how the hell did he get your number?"

She shrugged.

She certainly didn't remember giving him her cell phone number.

John brought the phone back to his ear, the guy was still talking.

John decided to try something different.

"Dude do you know who this is? I am John Cena. Do you honestly thing Keeley would wanna date some no brain idiot like you when she has me? Now if ya don't stop callin' her and buggin' her I am gonna hunt ya ass down and bring some of my friends and make sure you get the idea. Now goodbye!"

John hit end and then turned off the cell phone.

"If anyone needs ya they can leave a message. Who the hell was that?"

Keeley shrugged.

"I have no idea. I think he was a guy a friend set me up with and well I took pity on him and went out with him."

"How the hell did he get your cell number?"

"I have no idea, but now I need to get it changed."

"Ya think?"

Krista finally broke into the conversation.

"Kee, was that the guy that your hair dresser Sarah set you up with? Steven something, the one who lives at home with his mom?"

Keeley nodded her head.

"Oh man. I am sorry he called you. I think the date you had to go on with that guy traumatized you enough. I mean damn girl you haven't been on a date since, out of fear."

Keeley nodded her head.

"What you mean someone turned you off so much on a date you quit dating?"

Came the voice of the Legend Killer Randy Orton.

Keeley nodded.

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"Well I think I took care 'a him. If he calls again…refer him to me. I think I have proved no body messes with my girl!"

Randy raised a brow at that.

"So Keeley is ya girl now huh? Wow man you say I move fast. You just meant."

"So?"

"So umm says the guy who has relationships that last two days."

"Hey at least mine last longer than two hours!"

"Hey that is not true! I have had longer relationships!'

"Suureee. Riight!"

"Yeah right…"

"Children!" came the voices of both Keeley and Krista.

"What?" Both men whined together.

"Hush!" Krista yelled.

"Fine, but he started it!" Randy said sticking his tongue out at John, earning a glare from both women.

"Good now that it's quiet! I have a question for my sister."

Keeley raised her eyes in question at her sister.

"Yes?"

"Since when do you put out on the first date?"

"Excuse me? I do not put out as you put it! I only made out and we haven't even been on a date. So I don't know where the heck is getting that I am his girl!"

"Hey. I think the fact that I have defended ya and well we woulda been havin' sex had someone not interrupted. I like you woman, damn! Can't ya take a hint? I like you! I want to date you!"

John burst out causing Randy to snicker and Krista to get a satisfied smile on her face. Damn but she was good.

Keeley was at a loss for words. She looked at John.

"You want to date me? You just met me!"

"So. I like you. I like your spark. You could keep me on my toes. And ya sure as hell ain't as uptight as ya seem."

"Well thanks I guess? Fine I like you too and if you would ask nicely I might date you!"

Randy was trying very hard not to laugh. Krista was still looking smug and well John and Keeley looked deadly.

"Fine. Will you date me?"

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I know it's short but tell me what ya think. Mel