A/C:I knwo this is a rather short chapter, but I PROMISE the next chapter is long! SO R&R!
John arched an eyebrow at her as the door opened. He walked in grabbing her arm, and dragging her with him. "Girls like you don't go haunting people who you think are 'hot', believe me." He smiled at people who greeted him. "So why were you really following me." He stopped dead in his tracks and placed Torrie before him. She thought for a moment...should I tell him?
"I-I-I'm telling you the truth!"she said, fighting her way out of his clutch.
"I want the damn truth-"
"Cena! You're late! Who is that that you brought with you-"the Mayor exclaimed before seeing Torrie. "Ah, Miss Wilson, right? How nice of you to join us!" Torrie smiled at Bradshaw. "And might I add you look rather nice today."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know I was coming...Joh-I'm mean he just caught me across the street and told me that I should go...hope you don't mind, Mayor,"Torrie explained. I hope he didn't hear me say his name...but it does sound rather nice, John...John Cena...hm, very nice indeed.
"Not at all. You saved my life, and you are now part of my 'cabinet',"Bradshaw laughed. "Anything, favor, help, advice, anything at all you can always come to me. Miss Wilson, you don't by any chance have a date for tonight do you?" He extended his arm out for her to hold, but John pushed it away...
"Sorry, Mayor, she's my date. Please do excuse us,"John smiled grabbing a surprised Torrie again. He walked them to the corner where the door extended to the lovely backyard...Fuck! Is this a backyard or a park? Torrie watched in amazement as John opened the door. They walked to what seemed like the middle of the 'backyard'-if she'd dare to say so herself, where there was a fountain surrounded by benches and trees and-is that a pond! Yep, definitely a park. Finally when they stopped he turned to look at her. "I didn't catch your name-"
She gave him a sturdy look. "I didn't give it..." John smirked at her.
"But obviously you know mine." Torrie exchanged looks with him as he sat down on the bench directly across the pond.
"So how do you know my name and I don't know yours?" He glanced up at her. Torrie slapped her forehead.
"Psh, duh!"she said like it was obvious, smiling inwardly as she failed to come up with another lame excuse. "Everyone knows you! You're like-"she stopped for a moment thinking that he was going to say something, but he didn't. "-John Cena!" He stared at her dumbly.
"You are pathetic, you know that?"he said. He then slapped his forehead. "Well, duh! You've only been stalking me for about a week!" He started laughing until she stomped her foot.
"Listen here Cena! I WAS NOT STALKING YOU, FOLLOWING YOU, OR ANYTHING ELSE THAT HAS AN FBI THEME TO IT!"
"Ok, good Christ! I was only kidding!"John said, fearing for his life in spite of her. "Can I at least get your name or are you gonna bicker about it?"
"Torrie...Torrie Wilson..."she replied stubbornly.
"Well, you're certainly a cute little one aren't you?"he teased. He gave a small chuckle and turned to go back inside. "Blonde! Are you coming inside or are you gonna stay out here in the damp coldness?" She tossed him a death glare."I was teasing!"
"I'm going to stay out here. It's a nice evening." She walked over to the bench and sat down. She gazed around and even strolled out of boredom. "I can't believe I came to this stupid party in the first place..."She met herself back to the bench she had started from and , what had seemed many hours later, she fell asleep before arms rapped themselves around her body.