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John dialed the phone number he found for Chris. He needed this information now, before his plan wouldn't work anymore. Even worse, now he had to start over with Stephanie and pretend that he was this big bad ass. The phone started ringing and finally Chris picked up the phone.

"Hello."

"Hi, Chris, this is John Cena. I was just wondering if you still held anything against Stephanie McMahon."

"Why would you just call me and ask me if I didn't like Stephanie?"

"I need some help, have you ever been scorned by someone you've loved, and then she got back with the asshole she said that she loves?"

"Not quite. Sorry, but I'm not going to help you to get your revenge on the youngest McMahon child. You're going to have to help yourself on that one."

John hung up the phone. Was everyone against him getting with Stephanie or what?

He guessed that he would just have to go with what he had started, he got her to kiss him, so now he just had to get him to do more. Maybe a little sex and someone to take pictures would work just fine. Now he just had to do some damage control before he could start his plan. John slowly dialed the phone.

"Hello," a groggy Stephanie picked up the phone.

"Steph, it's me." Stephanie was hesitant to talk to him. She wasn't sure what was going on. One second he was the sweetest guy ever while the next he could be someone she actually could see herself being with. Someone who could care about her and be daring at the same time. Maybe it was time she took a chance on someone else.

"What's going on John, what is going on with you," she had a hurt in her voice that only he could identify. She actually cared about him.

"Well I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry about punching Eric, it's just hard to see him act that way towards you. It's hard for me to see him always with you." Stephanie sighed into the phone receiver.

"I don't know what to think about you John, at the moment I'm not with Eric, but he is the one I love. I know that may seem hard to believe, but we just click. We just fit together. I love being your friend, but I'm so confused. That guy I saw yesterday wasn't you, and I liked it. I liked it a lot." John smiled. Of course he was the only one who could see it, but he still had to go through with the plan.

"Steph, why don't we go out to dinner, and see what happens. Maybe something good comes from it."

"Maybe, we can try it. I just don't know if I like you acting bipolar. I'm just confused about the situation at the moment."

"Well when do you want to go on a date?"

"How about on Friday after the show? I can take you out to a nice dinner and we can see what happens after that."

"Okay, Ill meet you in your locker room after the show."

"I'll see you before then Steph, I might need help with something," Stephanie laughed and John could feel his throat thicken with her laugh.

"Thanks for apologizing to me John; it means a lot to me."

"Well you mean a lot to me, and it was mean of me to punch Eric, he deserved it, but the kiss. I don't regret at all. Goodbye Steph, sweet dreams."

"Goodnight John, see you around," John hung up the phone and put his head into his hands. He was suppose to be getting revenge from what she did to him before, but she still had a strong hold on his heart.

Stephanie lay in bed and thought about his touch. He definitely knew how to kiss. No one could say that he couldn't, and he could be so sickeningly sweet, but now he showed that he could be daring and sexy. Oh god, she couldn't think about him anymore. Eric had left about 5 messages on her answering machine, but for the moment she didn't care.

Stephanie arrived early to the meeting. She saw someone else who had arrived early. John. He walked up to her and shut the door behind her, twisting the lock in the process.

"I thought this was supposed to be a storyline meeting," Stephanie questioned as John wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Well, I just got a call that it was canceled last minute, but I didn't want to see you get upset, so I came anyway, because I knew you would show up.

"Well thanks for that," her voice became raspy at the end of the sentence.

Suddenly John grabbed her and put her back the meeting desk. He left hot kisses trailing down her neck, and slowly unbuttoned her top.

"John, what are you doing?"

"I'm giving you something I know you want."

Things got just a little bit more complicated.