Johnny Lonely [[??]]

“Are you eyeing up my woman street rat?” Michael Puvers walked quickly in front of his girlfriend Samarii as if to protect her from a armed criminal. 1

“It’s called talking,” Johnny snapped coldly. 2

“Michael come on,” Samarii said wrapping her arms around Michael’s neck, leaning against his side she looked up at his sneer. “He asked me about an assignment; it’s not the end of the world babe.” Johnny felt his lunch coming up, ‘she’s so pathetic, but so beautiful’, Johnny thought. “Next time I’ll just walk away, would you feel better than?”3

“No, because there’s not going to be a next time,” Michael snapped. 4

“Hey if I want to talk to someone, I will dammit,” Johnny snarled back. 5

“You wanna start something,” Michael growled pulling Samarii off his neck, he pushed her small figure out of the way. Suddenly both boy’s froze their attention caught by the sound of growling bike’s quickly approaching. Johnny turned to see five bike’s roll up surrounding them. 6

“Catch yah later, Michael,” Johnny sneered. Throwing his leg over his own bike he had been holding, it growled as it roared to life. “See yah Samarii.” Rolling out of the school yard he rode in the lead all the way until he reached the pub that he always hung out at. 7

Hopping off his bike he leaned lightly against his seat. The guy’s pulled there bike’s around him. “Johnny you have got to give up on that chick,” Pepsi sighed.8

“Seriously man! I mean she’s so pathetic always hanging over that asshole,” Pep chipped in.9

“Hey, don’t be talking about her like that!” Johnny walked over to Pep starring him down. “Just shut up about it,” turning to the rest of the gang. “OK? Just lay off!” 10

“Calm down Johnny, there just trying to help,” Cheetah sighed, putting his arm around Johnny’s shoulder. “Come on guy’s let’s go get some drinks. Maybe we can score a few bucks with Johnny’s pool playing.” Everyone dropped it at Cheetah’s demand and followed him into the smoke filled bar.11

“I don’t get you Johnny,” Cheetah sighed, he sate on his couch gazing across the room at Johnny who had his head in a book for his English class. 12

“Huh?” Johnny raised his head to gaze wearily at Cheetah. “Did you say something?”13

“Yes I did, why do you even care to go to school? I mean you’ve done it all before. How many times have you graduated now?”14

“Hey it’s not like that’s the reason we have to move all the time ok? Anyways, teachers always seem to teach different thing’s everywhere,” Johnny said going back to his book.15

“That’s not all,” Cheetah said quietly. He took a drink from an old tin flask and shoved it back in his pocket.16

“Why do you carry that ugly old thing around anyways, nobody use’s flasks anymore,” Johnny snapped, annoyed with Cheetah’s persistent interruptions. Running his hand through his thick black hair he threw his book onto the floor, and held his leg’s to his chest. Resting his head on the head rest he closed his eyes. “What do you want?”17

“I think we should move.” Cheetah watched for Johnny’s reaction. It took a while. Johnny’s green glassy eye’s popped open quickly, raising his head slowly, his jaw dropped. “I mean Johnny you can’t fall in love! I mean even if you get this girl… I know that’s what your trying to do but Johnny think about it! It will never work!”18

“Cheetah! Are you kidding me? We just practically got here!” Johnny flew off his seat, gliding quickly over to Cheetah he threw his hand around Cheetah’s throat. “You can’t fuck this up for me!”19

“I’m a lot stronger than you Johnny,” Cheetah whispered. “I don’t see how you can get so angry, Johnny, nobody like us ever should get this angry. When are kind gets angry we fuck up. You should know that by now.” Johnny loosened his grip, his breathing softened and his eye’s turned back into the regular light green. Pulling himself off Cheetah he looked into the hallway mirror. Turning his eye’s away he collapsed onto the floor sobbing. Each sobbed racked through his body as if it were looking for some place to pain. 20

“I can’t do this anymore Cheetah,” Johnny cried, his water glazed green eyes stared helplessly up into Cheetah’s dark amber one’s. “I just can’t.” Cheetah slid himself off the coach, grabbing up Johnny he held him as a father would a son.21

“Everything, will work out. If anything happens we can always start over,” Cheetah whispered into Johnny’s ear.22

“Let’s move, Cheetah let’s move,” Johnny whimpered into Cheetah’s soaked t-shirt.23

Naomi sate in her desk quietly writing random word’s all over her notebooks, spiraling the letters together, dotting them with hearts, drawing excessive loops and unnecessary bends. Letting her long golden strawberry blonde hair fall over her shoulder she sighed. Glancing up at the teacher of who was deep into her own little speech, to deep to notice a person standing in the doorway. Naomi raised her head higher to get a good look at the kid so out of place. Such tan skin, his black shaggy hair looked like it was right out of a 70’s movie, his eye’s flashed a dangerous glassy green, he wore an uncanny outfit. Skinny black jeans, a tank top coming off to be some sort of gray shade, loosely tide etnies, and a leather jacket to cover his arm’s that by the look of how the jacket protruded, were muscular. Looking him over she suddenly noticed, he was looking right back. Blushing she quickly acted as If she were busy writing more obnoxiously designed word’s across her math notebook. 24

“Excuse me,” the boy said smiling politely. Naomi’s heart throbbed at his deep voice, his perfectly white teeth seemed to blind her. 25

“Hmm?” Mrs. Dubblir froze as if shocked back into the real world. She looked to the boy as if she just realized where she was, and that normally he shouldn’t be there. “Um, yes?”26

“I’m Johnny O’Conner,” he smiled lending his hand for Mrs. Dubblir to shake. Mrs. Dubblir accepted his hand, and eyed him cautiously. “I’m the transfer. From Wisconsin.” Naomi felt shocked, she had always thought the only people who lived in Wisconsin worked on dairy farms, but looking at this boy he was more California type like herself although she was a more beachy fit.27

“I see, take a seat behind Miss Naomi please,” Mrs. Dubblir commanded. ‘Oh my god,’ Naomi thought. ‘No way!’. 28

Johnny had a graceful sort of walk, one that just made you want to ask if he ever thought of being a male ballerina. “Hey,” he said as he passed Naomi. Naomi forced herself from drewling.29

“Um, hi,” she whispered back. Turning her head forward, she tried to act as if she was 100% absorbed into Mrs. Dubblir’s conversation. Just as Mrs. Dubblir started on “loony tune politics” Naomi felt someone gently tap her on the shoulder. ‘Um sorry, Johnny, nobody’s home’, Naomi thought to herself. Turning slightly she looked back into his deep green eyes. This seemed to break ‘ol Johnny boy’s confidence and he dropped his eyes to the first fresh page in one of his many old notebooks. 30

“Do you have a pencil I could borrow, Naomi,” Johnny asked softly. Naomi was about to pass over her own when Hannah Shunly waltzed in. 31

“I have one, Johnny right?” Hannah’s sickly fake sweet voice broke in. ‘Kill,’ Naomi thought. Smiling at Johnny once more she quickly turned around to sulk. “Here, you know your pretty cute. Here,” she repeated quickly jotting down something on a piece of paper she handed it over to him. He took it, Hannah purposefully let his hand brush against here’s by strategically holding the paper so she held most of it. Smiling seductively she turned her head back to her cell phone, resting in her left hand on her lap.32

Johnny looked at the paper. ‘An address, and a time. Party? Ah, yes a party… Great.’ 33