Last Time: Just then Lita and Shelton came in. Joy yelled.
"Ok, all the guys get out!"
"Come on Jay Jay, we aint going to be a nuisance. Now, you may continue," Dave said, cheekily. He sat on the bed, and watched her. She walked over to him, and hit his arm.
"Arg…ok, ok! We're leaving!" He said, covering any other exposed area of his body.
For the next few hours, Joy and Jackie were still figuring out what to wear. Torrie was brushing her hair, and Lita was sitting in a bean bag reading a magazine.
"You guys stress too much," she sighed, looking up at them.
"Its all for the good," Jackie said, in a high pitched tone while pulling down a mini skirt.
"Whoa…is someone desperate, or what!" Lita laughed. Jackie flung a shirt at her.
At quarter to six, the guys came in all ready. They sat around the girls' dorm, mostly talking.
"Well…ok," John said, rearranging his hat. "Here's how it is. Dave, Joy and Christy are coming with me," he said, Christy trying to ignore the 'I-told-you-so looks' her roommates were giving her, "And Shelton takes Jackie, Torrie and Lita," John finished.
Joy resumed looking for what to wear, as she wasn't happy. Christy was also searching for her own clothing.
"I have nothing to wear!" Joy cried.
"Why do girls always say that…and yet their drawers are overflowing with clothes?" John asked.
They were running late, so Christy and Joy just grabbed some clothes and put them in plastic bags.
They all headed down to the entrance hall, where several teachers were ticking a long line of waiting students off.
"Arg…this'll take forever," Shelton said, in an exasperated tone. He walked to the front of the line, as the others followed.
"Ok…John, do your magic," he said, pointing to a group of girls near the front.
"What?"
"Do what you do…get us a place in line," Shelton said, as Joy nodded.
John sighed, and walked up to them.
"Uh…hey girls, mind if me and my friends jump in front? I'd really appreciate it…"
He had barely finished his sentence, when they shuffled back. They looked as if they were about to swoon.
"That is so sad," Lita muttered, but jumped in line anyway.
The entrance hall was dim, as no lights were on. Outside the double glass doors, the sky was a deep violet, the horizon glowing white. It cast a dark shadow over the courtyard.
"Alright…Mr. Cena. I believe you read the code of conduct form?"
"I know that thing like the back of my hand," John said, grinning mischievously. The teacher narrowed his eyes, but ticked him off the list, nevertheless.
"Miss…Hemme," he said, ticking Christy off too.
The two walked outside, and sat down on a bench, waiting for the others. The sky was growing steadily darker, as lamp posts around the school started to flicker on.
"Where's you car?" Christy asked.
"Uh…in the school car park. Around that corner. We gonna have some fun tonight," he said, looking at her.
Christy nodded, smiling. Shelton and Lita emerged from the school.
"Those guys are tough. Do you know what he asked me?" Shelton said, walking over to them. "He wanted to know if I was responsible enough to be let out! I can't believe they didn't ask you something like that," He added, shaking his head at John.
"What can I say? They love me, even if my record is a little tainted."
"Tainted!" Shelton started, as the others were walking toward them.
"Ok, let's go," John said, standing up.
"More like scarred…mutilated," Shelton cut through him.
They walked across the dark courtyard, toward a large caged area. Through the large double gates, was the school car park.
"See you guys there," Shelton said, walking off with Jackie, Lita and Torrie.
"Ok…there," John said, walking toward a dark car. Christy walked to the passengers' door, as Joy and Dave waited outside the back doors. As he was unlocking his car, Christy's head turned toward the screams, laughter and music coming from the far side. She was not surprised to find Stacy, Randy, Hunter, Trish, Candace and Maria standing outside a large black BMW.
"Anything for attention," Christy muttered, as she looked at Stacy's mini skirt, that could have passed as a belt.
She hopped inside John's car.
"What the heck is that awful music?" John asked, blocking his ears and looking over his shoulder at Randy's car. He turned on the car, and instantly turned up the radio, which was playing hip hop music. He looked over his shoulder again, to find the group looking at him. John laughed.
"Looks like they've finally realized what real music should sound like," he said, screeching off toward the gates. He stopped behind a long line of other cars, waiting to get out.
"Oh, come on," he said, frustrated. "By the time we get there…hell, it'll be morning."
"Cena, Cena. You still haven't gained any patience, have you?"
Christy turned her head toward Johns wound down window, and saw Stacy standing there. She could hardly mistake that sickly-sweet voice.
John wound his window up, and Stacy shot him a look. She then walked in front of his car, blocking him. John opened his door.
"If you don't move right now, ill run your ass over," John said, in an annoyed tone. Stacy stayed where she was, and hopped onto his car bonnet.
"Ah, get off! You're scratching the paint!" John shouted at her, as the cars in front moved forward toward the gates.
"And what nice paint it is too…"
Another blonde haired girl came into view, standing a few feet away from his car, arms crossed. Christy had never seen her before. And by the sounds of it, Joy hadn't either.
"Who the hell are you?"
The girl shot Joy a look, and straightened her denim mini skirt. She spun around, and showed the back of her singlet top. It was personalized with the name Ashley.
"And don't you forget it, girlie," Ashley said, flipping her blonde and brown locks over her shoulder. She seemed to be eyeing John with great interest, which wasn't at all surprising to Christy.
Stacy giggled, and slid off his car, and ran a long manicured nail along the side of its hood. She walked around toward Christy's side, still smiling.
John groaned, and hopped up in his seat to see the damage. As Stacy was about to pass the passenger door, Christy flung it open, full force, knocking Stacy off her feet. Joy started laughing, as Trish and Randy came jogged over to help her up. She pushed her boyfriend away, and limped back to their car.
Ashley smirked as Stacy walked away. Christy had the feeling that she wasn't friends with Stacy, which was a slight relief. She also walked away, but to another car with a group of teenagers standing around it. Its trunk was open, and it looked like they were examining the boom box, which was turned up loud.
"Christy!" Dave said, from the back. "Who knew you had it in you?"
Joy continued laughing off her fit of giggles.
"Oi Cena! Move that heap of junk forward!"
John wound down the window, and looked at the boy in the car behind him.
"Jericho, shut your trash talking mouth up," John shouted, though he was grinning.
They moved forward through the now crowded car park, toward the gates near the end. Students here and there, were standing outside cars, some of them already drunk. They passed a couple, who were all over each other on a car, while their friends cheered and pointed.
John drove out the gates from the car park, through the small road that cut through the school courtyard. They followed the line of cars toward the larger steel gates that led out of the school.
As they moved forward, they could see two more teachers stopping to double check on a list, who was going with who.
John came to a stop, as one of them held out her arms to stop him from going any further. The other motioned to wind down his window.
"This is like a police drug test," Joy mumbled, as the teacher cut across her.
"And who's driving in this car?" He asked, looking at John. "Ah, Mr Cena. And Miss Giovanni…Hemme and Mr Batista. I just pray that you are responsible, John, to get them there with no dramas?"
"Oh you know me, Mr Santos. Im a drama-free guy," John said, with gusto.
Mr Santos nodded his head, and let them drive through.
"Or not!" John yelled, turned his car sharply right, and screeched off along the deserted road.
Christy looked in the rearview mirror, and saw the disapproving looks from the teachers as they stared after John's car.
AUTHORS NOTE : omg! im sorry for not updating...ive been so busy. But this is the main story im focusing on...im making a WWE camp soon and that shud b good. R and R as always if u want :P u guys seriously rock ((as much as u might get sick of hearing it, but u do..))
charlie x0x
