Careless Whisper ✰ Johnny Lawrence X OC

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎

The last week of summer before school starts is the week that I dread most, and unfortunately... the time has come. The first 5 days of the final week flew by fast, because it's almost as if time knows that I am loathing the school year being near.

I lay haphazardly in my bed, fearing that if I get up now, they day will end all too soon, but before I can even process what I may or may not waste the day away doing, my telephone begins to ring.

"Hello?" I croak, now reaching for my water with a free hand, in hopes of clearing the groggy morning voice.

"Kris! You up?" I hear my best friend's cheery voice on the other line.

"Yes, Ali. I am up." I sigh, not remembering asking her for a wake-up call.

"You're lying, I know you. It's time to get out of bed, sleepy head. I was wanting to maybe grab a couple of more outfits for the school year." she explains.

"You seem to be much more enthusiastic about this school year." I chuckle, rubbing my temples. If there was one thing you could say about Ali, it was that she was so positive... all the time. It was occasionally sickening, but for the most part it was endearing.

"And you should be, too! It's our senior year!"

She had a great point. One more year of public school bullshit, and I'm glorified for it? Count me in.

"Fine. I'll lighten up."

"Yay! Now get up, and get dressed! I'll be over in 15." Ali instructed.

"Alright, alright. See ya then."

I hop out of bed, and make my way towards my closet, throwing on something cute, yet comfortable enough to take on the mall.

I grab my shoes and descend the marbled staircase, and greet our housekeeper, Janice, who is busy dusting the window sills.

"Good morning, Janice." I chirp, smiling warmly at her.

"Good morning, Kristina." she smiles back.

I make my way to the pristine kitchen, compliments of Janice, and grab a piece of toast and a piece of bacon.

"Good morning, sunshine!" my mother says, looking over to me, clad in her silk pajamas. Her hair neatly tied back, as she sips on a cup of coffee.

"Morning, Mom!" I smile back, "Morning, Dad." I add, leaning down to peck the top of my dads head, as he is nose deep in his newspaper. "Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"Your mother and I are planning to take the boat out on a ride today, so I took the day off. You are welcome to join." he says, with a warm smile. Deep down I know the man is just happy to go joyride on his boat.

"I so would, but Ali is wanting to go shopping for some new school clothes." I say, taking a huge bite out of my toast.

"Starting your senior year off right!" Mom says.

Dad reaches in his pants pocket and hands me 2 hundred dollar bills.

"It's okay, Dad. I still have some money left over from babysitting the Wilson twins." I assure him.

"Let's put that money in savings, and use this to get some new clothes. I wouldn't want my daughter dressed in rags for her senior year, now would I?" Dad smiles.

"Thank you, Dad." I say, giving him a hug, and tucking the bills in my purse.

Despite being...well, wealthier, Ali and I had a tendency to not flaunt it, in fear of looking snobby to our peers. People of course knew, but we never allowed our wealth to be a reason to be snobby bullies. Some of the others were not always so good about that.

I began to head for the front door when Mom piped back up.

"Hey, Kristina..." she called.

"Yes?" I ask, turning back around to face my parents.

"Corey stopped by." she says with a twinge of worry on her face.

Corey was my ex-boyfriend. I broke up with the jackass halfway into the summer.

"He did?" I asked.

"He said he wanted to talk. I told him you were at your grandmother's house. The last thing we need is for Johnny Lawrence to beat the pulp out of him again. That Corey just doesn't know how to leave things alone, I guess." Mom explained.

Johnny Lawrence was my guy best friend. I mean, he still is, of course, but after Ali and him broke up not too long ago things were just a little weird and I felt in the middle. Ali, me, and our friends would always hang out with Johnny and his friends, but the break up put a slight halt to that.

"I guess not..." I said, not wanting to recollect the night that Johnny left Corey bloodied on the ground.

I hear Ali's car pull up, and bound for the door.

"That must be Ali." I say, headed for the front door. "See you guys later! Love you!" I shouted back into the house.

"We love you!" "Be safe!"

"Bye, Janice." I half whisper over to Janice who is just finishing up the last window.

"Bye, Kristina. Be safe!" she replies, and I'm off.

I halfway jog to Ali's car, and hop in the front seat.

"Ya ready?" she asks.

"Let's do it!" I reply, as we head to the mall.

Seven stores, eight shopping bags, and a mall pretzel later, Ali and I slowly walk up and down the mall, scoping out anything we may have missed.

"Have you talked to Johnny at all?" I ask her.

To put it lightly, Johnny got drunk and missed Ali's birthday. Honest mistake, however this was just fuel for Ali to break up with him. Although, I felt as if she didn't really like the guy at all, and just needed an excuse to break things off. And that was the perfect chance.

"I'm not going to." she says, plainly.

"Why not?" I ask, wanting more than a stubborn answer.

"He doesn't deserve my attention." she adds.

"Fair enough."

But as if almost perfectly planned, Johnny and his buds are dead ahead.

"Aw, shit." I sigh.

The group of boys walk up to us.

"Hey, guys." I greet, taking notice that Ali is pretending as though they are not there.

"Hey, Krissy." Johnny greets using the nickname he gave me. The nickname that only he can use.

To say that I don't find Johnny cute, would be a lie. Shit. He's hot, who am I kidding? To say that my stomach didn't churn when he used that damn nickname, that he and only he can call me... would also be a lie. To say that I was rooting for this break-up would be a lie.

"She's... not going to talk to you." I say, feeling out of place.

"Ali, please." Johnny pleads, and deep down it hurts. I didn't understand, hell, I didn't want to understand why he cared so much about talking to her.

"Screw this." Johnny rolls his eyes, after not even getting a glance from Ali. "I'll see you, later Krissy."

"Bye, Johnny." I say with a weak smile. Part of me wants to go with Johnny and let him know that I am not just on Ali's side, that I missed him and the guys, that I wanted things to just go back to normal.

But I also felt the need the stay with Ali. I was her best friend, and we had remained loyal to each other for more than 10 years.

But the feeling that ate me most was guilt.

Guilty over the kiss Johnny and I shared on the night of Ali's birthday.