worthwhile • daniel larusso

whirlwind

i crossed my arms over my chest, as johnny hopped off of his bike and headed straight for me. and while i mostly dreaded where this conversation would inevitably go, i couldn't ignore the flutter i felt just by seeing his stupid face. it was awful, and if i could stop it, i would.

"hey, saint, i wanna talk to you." he stormed up to me, seeming to have noticed my little rendezvous with daniel.

i rolled my eyes, looking up at him with exhaustion, "johnny, i've already told you that i don't wanna talk."

his blue eyes bore into mine, reminding me just why i had fallen for him in the first place. he made it really hard to want to stay away, especially when he looked at me like that.

"well, i do, alright?" he argued, looking at me with annoyance as i sat down.

i wasn't sure how to make it any more clear to him that i wasn't going to speak to him. so, i decided it would just be best to simply shut down completely.

he groaned and sat down in front of me, having little patience for my antics, "why do you have to make everything so hard? just come talk to me, baby."

he reached out and gently grabbed my wrist, trying to appeal to me in any way he thought possible.

"don't do it, saint." ali shook her head playfully, putting her two cents in. she sat with barbara and susan, who had been watching intently.

mentally, i thanked the girls for butting in and getting some of the attention away from me. i had been very close to deciding to leave with him, and their interjection brought me back to reality.

johnny whipped his head around to the girls, my wrist falling from his grip, "stay outta this, huh?"

i let out a huff, deciding it was my time to leave. i grabbed my guitar and got up to walk away, knowing it wouldn't take that long to get to my car.

"hey, where do you think you're going?" he sprang up, reaching out to grab me.

his hand landed on my guitar, and before i knew it, he had yanked it out of my hands.

i whipped around to him, watching as he tossed it onto the ground, "what the fuck, johnny?"

"saint, i'm not playing around here." he said, causing me to roll my eyes.

"what, johnny?" i asked, still having no intentions of going off with him, "you gonna sick your little cobra kais on me?"

without needing a response, i continued to walk away. and johnny was going to let it go too. that is, until daniel walked up to me.

"you just gonna leave your guitar?" he looked at me with wide eyes, unable to understand my actions.

i shrugged, simply tired of fighting with the blond, "he can have it."

daniel looked at johnny with fiery eyes, shaking his head as he made his way to the boy twice his size, "no, he can't."

i sighed, knowing very well how this would end, "daniel, don't."

johnny and i had run into this kind of problem many times throughout the course of our relationship. he tended to jump to conclusions, and most of the time it led to our demise.

i tried to follow after him, but honestly, it wasn't my job to tend to either of them. i told both of them that i didn't want anything happening, and what they chose to after that wasn't my fault.

even if they were fighting because of me.

johnny had tossed the guitar onto a beach towel, and as daniel went to pick it up he advised, "don't touch that."