CRAZY FOR YOU | Johnny Lawrence

Chapter 4: Don't you want me

I was disappointed to find out the feeling of stir in my stomach I told myself I could sleep off, was still with me when I woke up the following morning. I sprawled my limbs on my bed as the early sunrays burned my eyes.

I rolled out of my sheets and tumbled across the floor and down to the kitchen, hoping that food could bring some relief. But just as I walked through the doorframe, I spotted my mother sitting at the kitchen island impatiently. I thought for a moment, I still had time to turn around and go back to my room and pretend like nothing happened, like I was never there, but she looked up from the paper she was reading, with a look that let her words transpire.

«Where were you last night? I came to check and you weren't in your room» she interrogates coldly. «And you didn't call the cops? That's some improvement Mom!» I commented. «I didn't tell your father», she adds. I gape at her surprised as I poured some cereal into my bowl, «You...didn't?». She shakes her head in response and quirks one of her thin eyebrows at me, without saying another word.

I took advantage of the situation as she went back to scroll the pages of her magazine whilst sipping on her tea, and ran back upstairs with breakfast in my hands.

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«I can't believe you snuck out and she let you off the hook so easily», Susan commented on the situation as we put away our things in our lockers. «Where did you go anyway?», she asked, and I immediately regretted having started the whole conversation now that I had to actually tell her what happened the night before.

Before speaking, I looked around and inspected our surroundings, and leaned closer to her so that she would be the only one to hear. «I was on a date». She just looks at me unamused and indicates me to proceed, «With Johnny» I conclude.

«Wait, Johhny Davis from bio?», she furrows her brows in confusion. I roll my eyes and slap her shoulder, «No, idiot, Johnny Lawrence». She snickers and mumbles a 'yeah, right' in between laughter. «Y/n, I don't believe you», she says warily.

I was about to protest when we were approached by Bobby and a few of his friends. Including Johnny. Speak of the devil. We glared at each other, as Tommy was saying something that I couldn't hear because the images replaying in my head were too loud for me to focus on anything else.

My eyes diverted back to Sue, who was mischievously eyeing the both of us incessantly until it looked like realization finally hit her.

Before I knew it, the boys were gone, and Susan was pulling at my arm, almost as if she wanted to rip it off. I scrolled her off of me and scrunched my nose as she began to delirious loudly. «Oh my God you weren't fucking kidding!» she practically screams, causing a few heads to turn in our direction. «Did you guys fuck?» she questions, now more quietly. I shove her gently, but my face was filled with disgust, as well as a subtle flush, «Of course not!»I exclaim and she gives me a distrustful look.

I open the book that I held in my arm and the picture from the booth peaks from between the pages. She takes a closer look and gasps amused. I snap the book shut and make her jump back swiftly. «Did you like it?» she gushed. Yes. «No».

«Then why the hell are you carrying a picture of him shoving his tongue down your throat around?» she pondered. «Because» I begin with a sigh, «If my Mom finds these she'll put bars on my goddamn windows» I digressed. She gave me one last inquisitory suspicious look before we went our separate ways, making me hate the whole situation even more.

I took the empty seat next to Daniel and offered him a smile of contempt. «Oh, hey Y/n!» he rejoiced. We watched the teacher walk in in all his senility and exchanged a bored look before sighing in unison.