Cincinnati Boy

Chapter 4

Jon drove me back to the stadium to get my car. He walked me over to my car. My back was against the side of it. Jon placed his hands on the car, by my sides, making sure I can't go anywhere yet. "See you next Saturday, beautiful." He pecked my lips and hugged me before heading back to his car. I watched him walk off towards the other side of the parking lot. I bit my lip, smiling.

I got home and quickly went to my room, dialing Caro's number. "Caro!" I exclaimed.
"What?"
"You didn't tell me Joe had as best friend named Jon, who is also a WWE Superstar."
"I didn't think you cared. Why?"
I smiled, "He kissed me."
It was quiet for a few seconds. "No way," Caro said. "We can go on double dates and shit!" I laughed, "We're not dating. Plus.. I don't think I'm ready for a relationship." I admitted. "I'm coming over." Caro demanded, hanging up.

About 10 minutes or so passed, I heard a knock on my bedroom door. Before I could get up, Caro opened the door and ran over to me, hugging me. I giggled. "Dude. Jon is one of the sweetest guys I've ever met. Don't be scared of him." She told me. "I'm not scared of him, I'm just scared in general." I closed my hands together, interlacing my fingers. "Scared of what?" I looked at her when she said that, "Falling deeply in love." She sighed, knowing that I was talking about Cameron. "Honey," She scooted closer to me and wrapped her arm around my shoulder. "Life's tough. I know how much Cameron meant to you.. But you have to stop being depressed over it." She tucked my hair behind my ear. "I'm planning a date at the bar with all four of us. It'll be fun, c'mon." She smiled, shaking my shoulder. "Alright." I looked at her, smiling weakly. "Thank you, Caro. I don't know what I'd do without you." I pulled her into a tight hug. "That's what friends are for, supporting each other."

A few hours passed, Caro was still here. She had already called Joe, her boyfriend, and told him about the bar. "Get dressed." She walked out of the room. I slowly got up and went to my closet, searching for something to wear. I was still searching after 5 minutes, then Caro entered. I looked at her and busted out laughing. She was wearing a crop top with some short shorts that came up high. "What?" She put her hands on her hips and poked her butt out. I shoved her, giggling. "Can't find anything? Here." She handed me a white plain WWE T-shirt, that was a little too tight and some black Capri leggings. I put the outfit on. Then we both took a few selfies and headed out of the house to the bar downtown.

Once we got there, it was kind of packed. Well, it was Monday night, so of course it was packed. Joe arrived in a black limo. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt with his hair up in a bun. "Hey, babe." He leaned down and kissed Caro. "Where's Jon?" She asked. "Well, we both just got out of the arena, and he was in the main event, so he'll be sort of late." He leaned against the brick wall. We all waited until Jon got here to go in. Finally he arrived in the same car he had when he was at the baseball stadium. He was a crazy driver, though. He drove fast. Once he parked his car right, he got out and immediately flashed me a gorgeous smile. "Hi. Sorry I'm late." He dropped his cigarette on the ground, stomping it out. "I was about to come and drag your ass out of there." Joe said, leading us into the bar. Jon rolled his eyes at him and placed a hand on my back, softly pushing me into the store. We all sat down and ordered our drinks. I've never drunk liquor before, so Jon picked for me. "This is my favorite." He said, taking the shot glass. I grabbed mine too and we both took a shot at the same time. I grimaced my face. He laughed and asked for more. "Ah, c'mon, it's not that bad." He told me. I looked to the right and Joe and Caro were already tipsy, they were dancing and laughing loud. I giggled quietly and looked back at Jon, who was offering me another. "Nah. I'm fine." I told him, pushing the glass away. "One more. Please?" He gave me a puppy dog face, which I couldn't say no to. I took the shot and drunk it like it was nothing. "Woo!" Jon shouted as I set the shot glass down. "There you go." He ran his hand down my back. I shivered. "Wanna dance?" He asked me. I nodded and we both stood up. He lead me to a corner where hardly nobody was. The music was a loud heavy metal tune. Jon flipped his hair around like he was a psycho, and I couldn't help but laugh. Jon and I had the time of our lives. I could tell I was drunk. My vision was different and I was slurring my words, but it was a feeling I've never had before. I enjoyed it. I fell back onto the small sofa that was behind me, Jon fell on top of me, and laughed. He slobbery kissed my neck and then pulled me back up. We laughed and danced until we couldn't feel our legs anymore.