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don't flirt with him ~ john b 1

"don't look at me like that, johnny boy." i teased, turning to the boy. he continued to stare at me like he had been for the past couple of minutes. "did your face get stuck or something, routledge?" i laughed at him. "you're insane." he finally spoke up, watching me light a cigarette. i smirked at him, his facial expression had changed from the last one. the one that he was now stuck with was the 'i know exactly what you're gonna say, so don't say it.' look. i grinned. "but you love me" i sing-songed anyway, blowing the smoke in his face.
i climbed out of the vehicle, winking at him as i slammed the passenger door shut, before leaning against it to finish the cigarette. once I had finished it, i made my way round to the other side of the van, where john b was seated in the drivers seat with the window down. i stood in front of him, smirking. "yes?" he asked, returning the same facial expression as i had. i leant forward, pressing my lips against his, snaking my hand around the back of his head, and running my fingers through his hair. "see you later, lover boy." i grinned before jogging up to my front door.

the next morning, i found myself riding to john b's place on my off road bike, taking the longer route just for the rush. when i pulled up, he was stood outside, his arms folded across his chest, looking rather unimpressed. "you've got a face like a slapped ass, what's up?"
"i thought you stopped with that thing?" he grumbled as i walked up the steps and across the porch towards the door. "i changed my mind." i replied, stopping at the sight of another boy in the chateau. "morning jj." i grinned at the blonde. "hey y/n, how you been?" he smiled, sitting up. i was about to reply, but was abruptly shoved into the bedroom. "don't start flirting with my best friend." john b breathed, pressing his body against mine as he slammed the door shut. "I was being polite." i argued, trying to get from underneath his body as he pushed me harder against the door.
"you were on a wind up." he fired back, looking down at me. i looked up, swallowing the lump in my throat. "never do it again." he added, his voice low.
i nodded, words unable to form. "use your words." he smirked, his hands roaming all over me. my breath hitched in my throat. "i won't do it again." i practically whispered. "good." he roughly pressed his lips against mine, sliding his hands down to underneath my thighs. "jump." he whispered.
i did, wrapping my legs around his waist, as he carried me over to the bed.