I smiled as I walked into class. There was nothing in the world that could make me upset today, while being home with Johnny would be great i still have to get a good education. I sat down at my desk setting my books infront of me. I was given the usual side eyes from the soc's.
I don't get why it matters if I'm a greaser in school. We are all there for one reason, its a thing we all have in common. "Alright listen up. As you all know were taking a test today, so get your pencils ready and ill pass out the papers in a moment." Shit. I had completely forgotten about the test, with all the chaos with Johnny It had slipped my mind, meaning I didn't study for shit.
When my teacher handed me my test my heart sank. I didn't recognize any of this. There were shapes and numbers and decimals everywhere, there was no way we had learned this previous, it was so unfamiliar. "Um, sir are you sure you handed the right test out?" I asked raising my hand.
Mr teacher sir gave me a cold look. "Positive. But if you're sure it is incorrect let me see." I nodded handing him the paper. He looked it over and set it back down on my table. "It's the right test." I was stunned, how!? There was no way. "But none of this makes any sense? "I told him. "Thats your fault." He walked away and continued to pass his papers out.
I sat there gawking at the paper trying to remember anything that could have involved it. I couldn't think of anything. "Your test starts now; you have one hour." At this point I had two options. A: I could just sit here do nothing, draw on the back of the paper of B: Do my best even though I would end up failing the test either way. I decided to do option B, at least I would have a chance of getting at least a few correct answers.
I tapped the paper with my sharpened pencil, the led tapping on the printed number one. Maybe it had to do with perimeter? No that can't be, maybe fractions? The area of the shape? I had no clue. I sat up and looked around the room. Everyone else was scribbling down answers at a fast pace. My face paled, what was I going to do? What was Darry going to think?
I took a deep breath holding it for a second then exhaling. My mind wondered to Johnny, how was he doing? I'm so glad that he was okay, I'm still mad at myself for letting him run off and get hurt. I pull myself out of my thoughts and go back to reality. I stare blankly at my paper; I fidget with my pencil making a head shape.
I tilt my head; I add two lines under the circle. I add hair, Fluffy dark hair, then eyes, nose mouth, I shade the skin so it's the perfect tone. I scoot back and look at my work. I had drawn a picture of Johnny (my friend @gay_richie drew the Johnny) what? Drawing helps me think!
My eyes examine the paper, once again trying to come up with answers. I decide to write random numbers down. Question one, 26, question two, 13, question- you get it. "Everyone hand in your tests. If your not done your unfinished answers will get marked as wrong."
Everyone including me stood up and walked up to Mr. teacher sir's desk and set our papers on them. While walking back to my seat I accidentally bumped into someone, "Watch it scum!" I backed up, "Sorry, should have been watching where I was going." I tell the guy, his name was Travis, he was practically six inches taller than me. Travis scoffed and pushed past me to get back to his seat.
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I opened the front door and stepped inside, "Hey I'm back!" I called out to the house and whoever was inside. I got no response. I narrowed my eyes. I walked up the stairs and into Sodapop and I's bedroom. To my content Johnny was sleeping with the copy of gone with the wind placed beside him open on a random page. A smile of relief appeared on my face, he was okay. I had known he was okay but that small part of me still had been worried.
I set my books down on my dresser and sat down on the bed accidentally waking Johnny, "Hey Pony." He yawned, "Hey John, how you doing?" I asked. "Better, I mostly slept, but I did have some chocolate cake." I nodded, "I'm glad your okay." He smiled, "I am too."
I flopped over facing down on the bed. "So how was YOUR day?" Johnny asked sweetly. "I definitely flunked a quiz" I said, he raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" "I didn't study?" I rolled over to face him. "That was stupid dingus." I rolled my eyes, "I knowwww what's Darry going to think?" I asked. Johnny shrugged as he began to run his fingers through my hair. I groaned
"Your really bummed out about this test huh?" He asked gazing into my eyes. "Yep." I said shortly. "Lets go get ice cream." I stared at him like he was crazy, "Johnny, its December. " he shrugged, "Hot chocolate then." I smiled at him, "Alright."
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