SKYFALL, Johnny Kavanagh

Elementary, Watson

As it turned out, Johnny was more pissed than I thought since, once recess ended, he decided to take up his old spot next to Gibsie.
Niamh didn't question me when she found me sitting next to her, and I was grateful for it. My head was reeling from my previous confrontation with Johnny, and my stomach was aching – probably because I hadn't eaten anything since last night.
At one point the rumbling of my stomach got so loud that I was pretty sure Niamh heard it too, since not five minutes later she proceeded to take out of her backpack a protein bar and handed it to me. Too worn down by hunger to let my pride get in the way, I took the bar and basically devoured it.

The rest of the day went by without any hitch, except for the fact that Johnny Kavanagh refused to look at me. While once he would have smiled when we passed each other in the hallway and been amused by my returning glare, now he passed straight past me without giving me so much as a glance.

Making my peace with the fact that I had messed up, I got out of school and headed for the bus stop, deciding it would be better to stay there and avoid Gibsie, who was sure to ask me about what happened between him and his captain.

A couple of hours later I finally arrived home and decided to just try and chill on the couch, however these plans were interrupted when instead of Joey or any of my siblings on the couch relaxing, I saw no one other than Aoife Molloy. Great, I was in a mood for a reunion.

"Hey Connor." She mumbled.

"Fuck you, Molloy." I said, raising my middle finger.
She was certainly going to say something, but deciding I had done enough damage to my relationships today I decided to run and go to my room. If I stayed I would surely say something I would regret, not to mention she was going to leave any minute to go out with Joey and I had a feeling the discussion we needed to have would take a lot more time.

"Hi, Shan. How are you?" I asked Shannon once I got to our room.

"I'm fine, I don't know why everyone's so worried." She spoke. "I just want to go back to school."

"And you will, on Monday, when you've rested another couple of days." I replied.

"I've already lost so much time, I'll never catch up with my classes."

"It's only the first week of school, I'm sure you'll be fine."

"I don't even know what happened while I was away, Dad broke my phone, so I have no way of contacting my friends." She emphasized.

"Your friends talked to me and they know that you're fine." I rolled my eyes. "They asked me earlier this week why you weren't coming and I told them that you were sick."

"Why didn't you tell them the truth?" she asked. "I thought you couldn't stand Johnny Kavanagh, this would have been a good way to make some damage to his reputation."

"Because I had a feeling that you wouldn't have liked it if I let them know that you accidentally flashed the rugby team on your first day of school." I winked at her.

"Johnny promised nobody would say a word about that."

"And so far, he has kept his word. As long as he makes his teammates keep their mouth shut, I will not say a word about the pitch incident."

"Is that what we're calling it now? The Pitch Incident" she whined.

"Okay, Smartass. Got any suggestions then?" I mocked.
After a few seconds of silence we both burst into laughter. I wasn't sure if we were laughing more at our antics or at the situation we found ourselves in.

It was a good couple of minutes before we managed to calm down enough to have a somewhat coherent conversation.

"Come on Shan, you know you can tell me anything." I said still laughing. "You have to tell me if anyone has caught your eye."

"I was at the school for a grand total of two hours, who would I have seen?" She shot back.

"Love always finds a way." I exclaimed.

"Like it has with you and Johnny?"

"Wow, where did that come from. Did the ball hit you harder than we thought?"

"Oh, come on. All you have done this whole week was talk about him. Johnny this and Johnny that, listening to you rant about him was exhausting."

"Because he's infuriating, not because I like him." I shouted, outraged by the very assumption.

"And what about the tickets he's given you?" she asked slyly.

"Bribery. He gave me those so I wouldn't tell people he was a pervert for ripping your skirt. Besides you got a letter too." I stated plainly.

"Mine was money to compensate Mam for the uniform. Not a gift."

"It wasn't a gift!" I cried.

"Stop trying to deflect, I know someone has caught your eye in that school." I said, suddenly remembering what we had been talking about. "And I'm going to find out who."

"Sure you will, Sherlock."

"Are you doubting me, Watson?"

Not knowing how to respond, Shannon opted to throw a pillow at my head, which I easily avoided.