Breaking Chains / Johnny Lawrence x Reader

Of Puppeteers and Forgiveness.

1984.

Your heart was racing as you went out of the Country Club to catch some fresh air. It was chilly outside and you got goosebumps in mere seconds but couldn't focus on them. Only a few guests stood outside around the corner of the entrance, smoking and talking loudly. Noticing the pain in your feet, you quickly took of your heels, stepping barefoot onto the stoneground. The coldness did wonders to your aching feet and you took a deep breath.

You just slow-danced with Johnny Lawrence.

Johnny Lawrence. Slow-dancing. With you.

You couldn't stop your heart from throwing its own party in your chest, no matter how hard you tried. After Johnny let go of you, walking back to his dumbfounded friends, Ali got a hold of you, pulling you quickly to the side of the little dancefloor. She and Daniel witnessed the whole dance, not being able to move and just staring at you two. Ali seemed really upset and mad, but not because of you.

'I am so sorry! Please, ignore this jerk! He is just using you in his sick, twisted kind of way, to get back at me.' Her voice became louder and louder with every word, anger filling her eyes. You couldn't help but notice how emotional she got, being glad that Daniel went to grab her a drink so he didn't had to witness her outburst of feelings.

'Did he touch you .. anywhere? Oh my god, this jerk! Could you believe it? He will do everything to make me mad! Even using my friends ... I hope you're okay? Daniel is getting something to drink, you should take it!' Her eyes scanned you over and over again, looking for the places where his hands touched your skin. Not answering her, only nodding at her speech, your thoughts were still projecting the situation of you and Johnny dancing.

He held you so gently but took the lead. He wasn't inexperienced in dancing with a girl, that was for sure. His hands were warm, sending shivers down your spine while touching your back. If this was only an act to get back at Ali, then he should win a Noble Prize at being the most talented Asshole. Your heartrate would work as scientific proof. You understood what Ali was telling you, how it must've looked for her and Daniel, but it still felt like a dagger was shoved right through your chest. It couldn't be true, it has been months since they broke up. He even lay his chin on top of your head, pressing you close to his moving body. Daniel stormed away angrily after the dance, excusing himself with getting drinks. You knew that he wasn't angry because you danced with his bully, with the one who beat him up countless times, but because you were enjoying it.

'I'm okay, Ali, thanks. Let me catch some fresh air for a minute, I'll be right back.', you told her with a warm smile and squeezed her hand, assuring her you're fine. She returned your smile, relieved.

'Oh, Ali! Please talk to Daniel, I don't want to ruin your evening, maybe you can calm him down!', you said over your shoulder while walking out. Her cheeks turned into a bright pink.

Breathing in the evening-air infront of the entrance, you wondered if maybe you did like Johnny Lawrence? Maybe, he even liked you back? Could there be a chance?

'What the hell are you thinking, Johnny? Using her to get Ali jealous? That's fucked up, man!' It was Bobby's voice, right behind the corner next to you. His voice froze you right in place, made your blood run cold in seconds.

'What do you even care? Have you seen the look on her face? On that LaRusso-Twerp? Man, let me tell you, only one more song and he would've flipped!' Johnny laughed out loud. You could hear him nearly toppling over because of his amusement. There it was again, the dagger in your chest. He twisted it.

'Dude, Ali broke up with you, you're only making it worse. Forget her already, man. And stop playing with the feelings of LaRusso's little sister, she doesn't deserve this, she has nothing to do with it.'