"Then she gives him her phone number, for god's sake. How jammy is she?" Lita asked. Torrie just stared at Lita. She had been messing around with her spaghetti. It was lunch and Lita's story seemed to last forever. Christy just sat there the whole time grinning and going bright red.
"I guess she is very jammy. Who was it again you were talking about? Chris Jericho?" Torrie sounded unenthusiastic. Christy just grinned even wider
"well I have always had a soft spot for him. The only reason I never told you guys was because he was only a crush. Crushes only tend to last for a day or two" Christy beamed. Lita started to laugh. Torrie shook her head.
"Anyways, what's up with you?" Lita asked, staring over at Torrie, as she leant back on her chair. Christy took a sip of her Cappuccino and placed her head in her hands, looking over at Torrie. Torrie just shook her head "it's nothing, I guess I just got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, is all." Torrie simply said, as she leant down to take a sip of her coke. Trying to avoid eye contact.
"Torrie, you are a shit liar, you know that?" Christy laughed. Lita just nodded her head and leant forward. "God! How do you always know I'm lying?" Torrie whined. Lita grinned "maybe, because you always go bright red when you are lying, kinda like you are now!"
Torrie placed her hands on her cheeks, trying to cover her red face. She could feel the heat of them burning on her hands. "Fine! The reason I am in a mood is because my mum said I can't go to the prom" Torrie looked to the ground sadly. Lita and Christy almost jumped out of their seats.
"WHAT?" They both yelled in unison. They walked around the table to Torrie and hugged her. "Why can't you go?" Christy asked concerned, as she brushed Torrie's hair out of her face. "It's just I have to go to this stupid family outing to an art museum and I really don't wanna go!" Torrie moaned.
"Aww, poor Torrie. You never know you could of hooked up with John Cena at the prom and went out" Lita sympathised, hugging Torrie again. At that moment Batista walked by, spotting Lita. He grabbed a chair "hey babe!" he called.
Lita strolled over to him, sharing a passionate kiss. "Hey!" she answered. Batista looked at Christy giving Torrie a hug and then looked back at Lita "is there something I should know about?" he asked. Lita sighed.
"It's about the prom. Torrie can't go!" Lita moaned, as she started to explain the whole story to Batista. Batista thought for a moment and then had an idea. "Why don't Torrie pretend to be going round to Christy's, so that she can't go to this art museum. Once Torrie arrives at Christy's, Christy will have Torrie's dress on the bed ready and then once you two are ready, you could meet me and Lita outside her house at around 6:30pm. Finally we could all go to the prom in my car and get to the prom, as it starts at 7:00pm" Batista concluded.
Lita, Torrie and Christy looked gobsmacked. "Wow babe, you seemed to have this all figured out!" Lita cried stunned. Batista just laughed and straightened his shirt and adjusted his sunglasses. "Let's just say this isn't the first time, I've been in a situation like this!" Batista replied.
He got up out of his chair "it was nice meeting you ladies, but if you'll excuse me, my friends are waiting!" Batista said, as he motioned towards Shelton Benjamin, Rey Mysterio and Chris Jericho. Christy tried hard not to blush, as she saw Chris wave at her. She waved back and smiled.
Batista left, as the girls started to chatter again. "It could work, I'll try my best!" Torrie admitted. Lita and Christy cheered, as they hugged Torrie again. Suddenly the deafening sound of the bell could be heard throughout the school. "Well seya babe!" Lita cried, as her and Christy left for science. Christy smiled and waved bye, as Torrie did the same back.
Torrie walked in a different direction, as she headed for math. There was only a few people left in the canteen and they were all scurrying out. Suddenly Torrie approached someone; she really didn't want to see.
I'll just leave you guessing for now, until next time, bye!