Careless Whisper ✰ Johnny Lawrence X OC

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

2 MONTHS AGO...

"Listen, Kristina. I see the way you look at that fucking Johnny Lawrence guy. I'm not a fucking idiot." 

"What are you talking about? He has a girlfriend!" 

"Please, as if that would stop your slut self." 

"Are you kidding me, Corey?! He's just my best friend!"

He reaches out and pins me up against his car with his hand around my throat.

"Not anymore he's not. You better stop hanging out with that sorry mother fucker or I'll kill him." 

"Fuck you." I grit through my teeth, spitting in his face. 

His grip gets excruciatingly tighter, and with a calloused hand, Corey lands a hit on my left cheek, the impact of the hit and his ring, busting my lip. 

"Hey!" I hear a familiar, yet angry voice shout. 

I see Johnny and the gang out of the corner of my eyes, and a wave of relief washes over me. Before I could even process, I was freed, on the ground gasping for air before a pair of strong arms lifted me up off the ground. I watched as Johnny had Corey by his collar, dragging him over to the other guys.

I see that Dutch has gotten me back on my feet, and joined Johnny and the others in what appears to be Corey's death beating. 

There's a faint metallic taste in my mouth, so I touch my pulsating lip and study my bloody fingers.

"I'm gonna kill you, mother fucker!" Johnny shouts as the others take turns getting a hit in.

"Kris!" I hear a shrill voice shout. "Are you okay? Oh my God!" 

Tears blur my vision, but I can still make out Ali's figure running to my aide. 

"I'm good." I say, letting a few tears fall as if to clear my vision. 

"Your lip, Kris! Your lip!"  Ali says, now looking over to the battle scene. 

Johnny finishes Corey with one last kick in the jaw, and looks over at me with a look of terror and worry strewn across his face, and watches as Ali puts her arms around me and leads me inside. 

He jogs over to Ali and I, running his bloody knuckled hand through his messy, sweaty, blond hair. 

"Is she okay? Please tell me she's okay!" he says following us into the kitchen where Ali begins to tend to my swollen and bloodied lip.

"I'm okay, Johnny. I'm okay." I weakly smile at him. 

"Don't smile, be still." Ali orders, gently wiping the blood off my lip with a damp kitchen rag. 

I sat still on the countertop, allowing Ali to wipe off any blood, and watch as Johnny leans up against the adjacent counter behind Ali with his arms crossed, staring me down. 

Ten minutes later, Ali had me all cleaned up and even put some cream on my lip to help it heal. But what Ali couldn't fix were the forming bruises around my throat. 

"Johnny, can you drive her home?" Ali asks, looking back at her boyfriend. 

"Yeah." he nods. "We'll go ahead and head out." 

I hug Ali goodbye, and grab my things. Johnny leaves Ali with a simple "Goodbye." and leads me out the door. 

On the ride home I finally speak up.

"Johnny?" 

"Yeah?" 

"Thank you." I say, looking at his face, illuminated by the moonlight and the passing headlights. 

"Don't mention it, Kris." he says, not even looking back at me.

"Are you okay? Your knuckles look pretty bad." I gently take his right hand and examine his knuckles, caked with dried blood.

"What? That? That's nothing." Johnny assures me. 

"What's wrong, Johnny? You seem off." 

He sighs, and let's me wait for what seems like an eternity in silence before his finally gruffs,

"I don't understand why you even dated that jackass." 

Johnny never liked my boyfriends, especially Corey. Him and Corey had never gotten along, ever since middle school. Corey was my first really serious boyfriend, and Johnny loathed even a mention of the guy.

"Well, you got to beat his ass. Isn't that what you always wanted? You've hated him since the sixth grade." I sigh.

Johnny quickly pulls off to the side of the road, and finally looks back at me.

"You think I did this for me?" he spat. "You think I only wanted to beat the shit out of his sorry ass just because I don't like him, Kris?" 

"Okay, Johnny-"

"You want the fucking truth? I did it for you, Krissy!" he halfway shouts. "Not only because he hurt you, yeah that was more than a reason to beat his sorry self, I couldn't stand to see him with you. He's a piece of shit and you deserve better." 

"Johnny. I didn't... I'm sorry." I begin to tear up again. "I'm so sorry." 

"No, it's not your fucking job to be sorry. But I know the truth, Kris. I know what's been really going on." 

"Oh, yeah, and what's that?" I half shout, half sob. 

"He's a goddamn woman beater, Kris! You think I don't notice the bruises?" Johnny says, taking my arm, pulling down my sleeve, shaking it to almost emphasize what he meant. Black and blue blemishes adorned my wrist where Corey had gotten too aggressive. "I may not get straight A's like you, but I'm not an idiot, Kris."

The tears continue race down my face, and Johnny pulls me over into his lap. 

I let Johnny cradle me, and allow myself to sob into his shoulder. 

"Shhhh..." he soothes, running his hand up and down my back. "It's okay... It's okay. I got you now."

After a good cry, I raise my head and dry my eyes, too ashamed to look into Johnny's baby blue ones. 

"Why didn't you leave him earlier?" Johnny whispers.

"I was too scared." I admit, finally looking at him.

"I swear to God if he ever comes around again, I will kill him." Johnny grits. "No mercy."

That night when I laid in my bed, I let it all replay in my head. Could I be overthinking his words? Was I wrong for letting Johnny hold me like that? He's just my best friend, nothing more... Right? 

'I did it for you, Krissy!' 'I couldn't stand to see him with you'

The rage in his eyes...

One thing was for sure. 

I was head over heels for Johnny Lawrence.