Chapter Written: August 15, 2006

Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone but the OC's, which I'm sure you guys can pick out
Author's Note: Okay i know its been internity since i updated. So you might have to zim through past chapters to refresh ur memory :)

"Isabelle!" Randy yelled out sternly.

"Baby, that girl really needs to get a grip!" Sarah whined walking over to him.

He focused his eyes at his girlfriend giving her a comforting hug. "It's okay, sweetie don't worry about her. Just walk back to my locker room and I'll catch up with you there okay?"

She nodded her head and did as she was told."Isabelle, what are you doing?" he asked confused.

"What happened to Tinnie? I thought that was your nickname for me?" she asked innocently.

"Stop changing the subject," he demanded, making her a little scared. "Look I don't know what your intentions are but I don't think I'm liking them very much."

"Well-" she started to protest but he cut her off.

"If you don't stop with whatever you're doing I'm gonna need to ask you to just stay away from Sarah, and me" he stated before walking away.

Isabelle clutched her hand tightly, feeling her heart beat go up. She was hurting. She desperately wanted Randy…why was it so hard for him to just give him a chance? Why?

Though she still wasn't ready to give up. This had only been the second strike. And just like baseball, you have to wait till the third when you're officially out.

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

John's eyes fell on Jhen as he couldn't help but look at her again. They were in his locker room, and he had just finished getting his wrestling gear on…which was basically the same as what he came in with.

She was sitting on the opposing leather couch, across the one he was on. Her head was titled to the right, with it resting on her knuckles as she zimmed through another gossip magazine.

"Jhen?" he said softly.

"Mmm?" she spoke up, keeping her focus on the magazine.

John didn't take a second thought before switching couches and sitting on the one she was at. He took the magazine away from her hands, replacing it with his. He was just about to speak up about how he's been feeling for the past two days but the stupid phone began to vibrate again.

"Oh my gosh! Is that my phone?" she asked snatching her hand away from his. "Gimme, gimme, gimme!"

John sighed, hesitant to take it out of his pockets. He's been keeping it monitored since yesterday, not wanting to give it back since the 'Master' person was truly starting to bug him. He didn't want them talking to each other, for the fact that 'Master' did call over ten times yesterday.

"I can't believe I forgot about my phone! I haven't had it since yesterday! Now give me!" she ordered putting her hand out.

He took it out of his pockets slowly handing it to her. She instantly pressed the talk button and squealed once hearing the person's voice.

"Tyler, baby! Hey how are you?" she asked getting up from the couch. She started walking back and forth, making John get really irritated.

"What do you mean I hung up on you? No…I never had my phone yesterday…it wasn't with me…no…I don't know…yes," was what she was saying.

John rubbed his forehead, keeping his eyes and ears, focused on her.

"No…I didn't know, it wasn't my fault. I'm sorry…awe…sucks…okay. Call me after you get off from work then…okay, bye Master," she said before hanging up.

"What wasn't your fault?" John asked once she sat back down on the couch.

"That I haven't been answering my phone lately," she said, peeling the magazine off the floor. She began to zim through it again.

"Why do you call him master?" John asked. He was getting a bit too nosey for his own good.

"Because…of this item we call a bed, a female, and a male…together. You figure it out," she chuckled turning a page to the magazine.

"I thought you said you and Tyler are just friends?"

"Ever heard of friends with benefits?" she asked still not looking at him. "Wait of course you have! It's what we use to be last year..."she gestured finally turning her gaze on him. "Why are you so curious?"

"I don't know, I've always had a wondering mind," he shrugged with a smile.

The two stared at each other in complete silence. Jhen was the first to break off of it when she began to thumb through the magazine again.

"Would you stop with the magazine?" John asked with a laugh.

"What? This whole Brad and Angelina baby thing is a page-turner. I can't help but get sucked in like all those other suckers in the world," she laughed, finally tossing it aside.
"But fine, I'll actually listen to you for once," she said sitting Indian style. "So what now? This better be more interesting than my magazine or else I'm gonna smack you again."

This caused John to laugh, loving her sense of humor. Or wait, was this humor? Or was she for real? Well either way, he sure didn't wanna disappoint.

"So tell me more about life," he suggested stretching his foot out to get comfortable.

She raised her eyebrows but did as asked. "Well my name's Jhen, I'm in my early twenties, and I have a major obsession with rice krispie bars. Oh and, I'm a complete bitch."

"Like I didn't already know," John muttered before getting smacked with a pillow.

"Shut up," she laughed. "But yeah that's basically the main thing you need to know about me…oh and, and, I've walked in the rain countless times. It always relaxes me since that saying 'I like to walk in the rain so no one will know I'm crying' type of cliché, we girls are so hung up on."

A smile crept to John's lips as he faced her. "Alright so I guess it's my turn to talk about myself."

Jhen frowned. "No, I'm not done yet."

He softly laughed but didn't say anything to let her continue.

"I don't snore when I sleep, and I'm sure of that," she smiled.

John nodded his head but kept silent, thinking she wasn't done.

She nodded back and smiled. "Yeah, that's all I had to say."

He busted out in laughter thinking she was cute- hell everything about her was cute…and well completely random. But he loved that about her. It kept him from the same old boring that, 'hey honey this is what I did today, what about you' type of saga. He often imagined how it'd be if they were actually a couple. He'd picture it as an adventure…a perfect fit, a perfect relationship. Spending endless hours making love to each other and being there for one another. If only.

"Well what about you?" she asked getting up to grab her purse to take a rice krispie bar out.

He stared at it for a second before laughing.

"What? I told you I'm obsessed with them," she shrugged opening the wrapper.

He smiled before pulling his hand out.

"What?" she asked taking a bite.

"Let me have some," he said.

She rolled her eyes. "Like this one hot guy said, if you want some, come get some!"

He laughed harder leaning forward to take a bite.

"Hey!" she exclaimed smacking his arm again.

"What? It was an open invitation," he said taking another bite.

Her eyes widened looking down at the bar seeing it halfway finished. "You take the biggest bites ever!"

He smiled while taking another one.

"Grr," she said in a pout.

John smiled staying at his position. She was still sitting Indian style, facing his direction. His hands were rested on either side, as he was semi on top of her. They were pretty close but Jhen was good at holding the temptation in.

"Can I get another bite?" he asked in a whisper.

She smiled before taking a bite herself. She bit the remaining part that was left, making John glare at her.

"I wanted some," he whined watching as she munched on the rest. She gave him a teasing smile before licking her fingers, as the icing on the cake.

"Too bad, you ate half of it anyways so stop complaining," she said sliding her body beneath his. She got out of the Indian style position letting her whole body lay flat on the couch with his hovering just on top of her.

He smiled as he watched her take his hand and examine it.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

She ran a finger across his palm. "Just looking at the lines."

John stared as she did this, taking her hand fully into his once she was just about to let go. This was the very first time they actually acted like a couple, without having to fake it. It was weird. They were alone, and had no reason to pretend to be a couple, since no one was there to witness their actions. But still. They didn't know what it was, at least not right now, but they didn't care. They just went along with the flow, letting things fall just how they were destined to. And that 'destiny' was probably for them to be together once the two were almost about to kiss. Their lips were so close to touching…hell they did touch! The tip of their lips were already lightly pressed against each other until Jhen held back and pulled out of their position. She got up only to be followed by John. He grabbed both her hands, placing it in his, speaking up before she had the chance to protest.

"Don't fight it, Smiley," he said looking deep into her eyes. "Just let it happen."

She closed her eyes before feeling his lip brush onto hers lightly. The kiss was sweet…it wasn't intense, at least not yet. He was gonna be a gentleman and take it slow.

About to pull away from her, Jhen pressed her hand against the back of his head to keep him still. "Stay," she said, her lips brushing against his.

He looked deep into her eyes and nodded. Just as he was ready to push into the next level...

"Cena," the workers said knocking on his door. "Your match is up in five minutes." He said over the closed door.

"Fuck," John cursed loudly.

Jhen laughed pressing her hand against his cheek. "Dont worry."

John glared as the worker left to two alone again.

"Good luck on your match," she stated freely.

"I'll be thinking of you," he said with a sigh.

"Me? During your match? Why do wanna punch me?" she joked.

He smiled,"No, so I can hurry the hell up and get back here."

She licked her lips knowing it'd tease John. He was just about to lean down and kiss her lips again before another knock was made at the door.

"Dammit," he groaned. She smiled walking away from his embrace to open the door.

"I'll see you after your match," she said with a wink.

He flashed her an evil smile, before walking out to do his job. Though he came back again, "I always knew you wanted me."

She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out before shutting the door on him. He stared at the closed door before walking away with the biggest smile on his face. Maybe, just maybe, this is the time they could finally be on good terms...

Hmm this could get interesting.

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

Isabelle hesitantly stood outside Randy's locker room about to knock, but their conversation earlier scared the shit out of her. Her hand was contently rested on the door, ready for it to knock until she held back.

"I can't do this anymore," she whispered turning her back to start walking away. Her head was down, ready for the tears to come crashing down her face again. She kept walking looking at nothing but the ground. She was being led to wherever her feet would take her…to the exit…the wall…to anywhere. Just not to Randy, or Sarah for that matter. She closed her eyes until bumping into someone.

"Oh sorry," she said not making the effort to see who it was.

"Miss are you okay?" he asked making her look up at him.

Her head raised letting the guy see right through her. A girl who's had nothing all her life, who's spent hours dreaming of how it'd be when she finally could have something, or someone to show and tell everyone, who just couldn't wait to get out of lock down. Though in reality, she was just a girl no one saw, no one paid attention to, no one cared for. She always came out to be such an annoying little kid stuck in a twenty two year old body. But that's not her at all! She has so much more to her, if only someone could give her the chance to prove it. And there it was, her chance.

The guy standing before her is the answer to all the problems. He was here to save her, help her. Though, as everyone knows, life isn't just an easy ride, letting things happen easily.

Isabelle's bound to get blind and not see what's right in front of her eyes. She'd still keep on trying to push the relationship with Randy and take this new guy outta the picture. Even see!

"Are you okay?" he asked again.

She looked into his sweet baby blue eyes, feeling her heart go weak. He has to have one of the nicest blue eyes I've ever seen. She gulped and stepped back, thinking they were too close. "Ye-yeah I'm fine." She said as she started to talk away.

"Wait but can I get your name?" he asked grabbing her arm lightly.

Isabelle heard a door open and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Randy looking over them, not taking a minute to look away.

She smiled, "Isabelle…but you can call me Tinnie."

The guy smiled taking her hand to kiss it. "My name's Gabe."

What an ugly-ass name. "Oh nice name," she lied.

"Thanks," he smiled not letting go of her hand.

Randy let out a loud sigh, walking pass the two, looking back at Isabelle as he disappeared in sight.

She shook her head. "Okay well I better get going."

"Alright, I'll see you around," he said as he watched her walk away.

"Damn she's hot," he whispered.

She looked back at him, "I heard that."

"You were suppose to," he laughed shaking his head.

Notes: Yeah I know i havent updated in forever! And to be honest i wasnt planning on at all, but i've wrote a couple more chapters of this story a long time ago and thought to post it up for the the heck of it :) so yeahh. review please. my writing mojo has left the building so i need help on getting it back, or just letting it go all together.

-- jhen
November 5, 2006