Money M // Johnny Lawrence

Car Tow

"Oh come on, think about it man!" i told Kreese as I followed him into his office. "I'd basically be your little maid, taking shit off your back all the time." i explained. "You want to help me?" he laughed a little sarcastically. "All you'd be doing it patching up bloody noses." he said, i rolled my eyes. "I just dont want to be in the horse for 8 straight hours."

"Alright, Alright, now get outta here." He shoved me off. I smiled and jumped in my car, driving to school. I had basically made a plan with Kreese to do his little dirty shit for him, basically to have a gang of people that would 'help' me if i ever needed it. Its the first rule to get safe in a new place.

Back in NY, i had a gang of friends who always had my back. It was a mix of guys and girls. I dont see many guy and girl friend groups around here, hell, if they saw me in one they'd probably think I was a Switcher.

"Hey Money," Anne said, coming up to my locker. "Hey Annie." I replied with a smile. "Okay, on Wednesday all the Varsity girls are comin' over to my place, so here's my number." She handed me a slip of paper. "Yeah alright," I folded up the slip and put it in my Jean pocket.

A sudden slam of the locker next to me made me drop my papers. "Dammit Johnny." I said as I picked them up. He was just laughing in response. "You're such a bitch." I closed my locker calmly and walked away, Johnny and his friends still laughing.

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"Aww, little Money has a crush!" Anne teased as we walked into the basketball court. "I do not! Shut up!" I said loudly. They all laughed. I don't like the blonde douchbag, and I will never.

"You know the ABBA song, the Money Money Money one?" Anne asked. I laughed. Yeah I know it. "It's your song." She song. I rolled my eyes. "No it ain't." I told her. She stopped dead in her tracks and picked up the ball.

"Shoot it." She told me. "Huh?" She handed me the ball. "Shoot it from here." She said. "But that's like a ¾th of a court shot?" I laughed. "You'll make it." She said. I rolled my eyes and bounced the ball, taking my right hand and throwing it like a shot put. It went in.

"That's what I'm talking about!" She said once the ball was still. "Lucky Shot." I answered. She rolled her eyes. "Then you got that luck 24/7, because no one else can do that." She told me as we started walking again. I just rolled my eyes.

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"Ahh, you're here." Kreese said as I walked in. The students turned towards me and snickered. ""Gentlemen, this is Monroe Jane, she will be handling all the medical bullshit you go through." He said, they nodded. All except Johnny.

"Ace!" "Ya!" "Ace!" "Ya!" "Ace!" "Ya!" Were the only words I heard for the next two hours. Forward punches over and ever again. "Lawrence," Kreese said, getting in a fighting stance. They spared, Kreese won. Obviously. "Alright you wuss, get a cloth for the nose." He pushed Johnny my way.

"Get the shit smacked outta ya?" I asked, getting gauze out of the med kit. "Shut up." He tried to grab the white fabric. I pulled it away. I stood up and shoved it on his nose, making him wince in pain. "What the fuck is your problem?" He asked. "I'm just plain mean." I shrugged.

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"What the fuck? I asked, looking at the empty parking spot where my car was. Johnny laughed. "Your car got towed." He said, handing me a slip of paper. "Expired plates?!" I said sarcastically, even though it was true.

"Can you give me a ride home?" I asked Johnny who got on his bike. "Where?" He asked. "I live across from you." I told him. "No way." He said in disbelief. "Jules Jane? Monroe Jane?" I said in a bitchy voice. "Yeah whatever. Get on." He motioned to the back of his bike.

I stepped on and waited for him to move. "I don't wanna be responsible for your death, put your arms around me." He turned the engine on and I slipped my arms to his waist and waited impatiently.

He grabbed my hands and physically tightened my grip around him and drove off. I could saw i wasn't holding on for dear life, but I was. My fingers were digging into his jacket like it was life's key.

We got onto our street and he stopped in front of my house. "You can let go now," he said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes and looked at my knuckles. They were white. "Thanks Goldie," I lightly kissed his cheek and got off his bike, walking into my house. I think he was stunned I actually touched him without hurting him.