A different type of basketball game (Anyone)

I threw Katrina a look while John led me to his car. They were all looking at us with wide grins on their faces. I turned around to him and muttered an 'Okay'.

John opened the door of her.

I smiled to him and got into the car.

He got in and turned the heater on. he reached in the back seat and got her a sweatshirt. "Don't worry its clean."

"Thanks," I said. At first I hesitated about changing with him in there, but then quickly took off my jacket and my shirt, remaining in my bra.

John looked away so she wouldn't feel weird.

I saw him looking away. "That was so fake," I grinned while putting his sweatshirt on.

He grinned. "Just a little."

I giggled, wrapping the large sweatshirt around me. "So what are you guys doing here?" I asked, becoming more confortable around him.

"You heard of the wwe? He asked.

"Of course I did," I answered, raising an eyebrow.

"Well we all work there and got a show in two days. Well Jeff don't work there, but he's hanging with his brother. And well we know Nikki and Katrina so we came here early to hang with them. John said.

I rolled my eyes when he spoke. "Yes, I know that, I'm not from another planet. I just didn't know you're friends with them," I said in a bratty tone.

John laughed. "OK OK."

I couldn't help smiling and from a reason I looked down, hoping I didn't blush.

Sara smiled as she watched the whole seen, grinning abit as Ivy talked with John

Kat and Nikki Shook their head.

Sara looked back at them, "So, anyone else think she is falling for him?"

They all nodded. "Cena get some!" Katrina yelled. John sighed.

Sara giggled when Katrina said that

"Oh gosh," I muttered as I rubbed the back of my neck. We were still in the car but we could hear anything from outside. "Maybe we should go out," I said. "Too many speculations," I added with a slight smile.

John nodded stepping out. "Kat I'm goping to kick your ass."
Bring it baby." Kat said and smiled.

I stepped out as well. I arranged my (his, actually) sweatshirt, wrapping it around me, as it was large and coming till my thighs. Then I looked up, still trying to avoid the others' grins or smirks.

Sara shook her head, "You sure you want to fight her?" she asked John

"Yeah, I don't really believe in your odds," I told John.