Breaking Chains / Johnny Lawrence x Reader

Of Disappointments and Men.

1984.

Your class had PE at the same time as Bobby today. While taking a break from – trying – to play Soccer, you'd jogged over to your boyfriend who kept waving at you with a bright smile. While dismissing Daniel's derogatory look, you let yourself fall into Bobby's arms. He held you tightly, kissing you on the top of your head.

'The next time you try and kick a ball, try aiming first, my love.', he laughed into your ear and you gave him an amused push, resulting in him stumbling back a bit. 'Give it up, you disgusting lovebirds!', Dutch yelled at you and indicated a movement of him vomiting. Johnny stood beside him, arms crossed infront of his chest, always wearing this brooding, grumpy face. Even though you were hanging out a lot with the guys now, you and Johnny barely spoke to each other. He still loved to pick at and beat up your older brother while you still loved to have him trip over your leg in the school-halls.

'Oh, Dutch! How could I forget about you?', you exclaimed loudly, hopping over to the blonde man in an exaggerated manner. Reflexively, Dutch stepped back a bit, not knowing what you were up to now. 'Lovebirds, huh? I'm sorry, I didn't want to leave you out of it, my handsome prince.' Putting one hand on his chest and the other on the side of his face, you could feel him heat up instantly. He openend his mouth to protest but there was only a quiet stutter coming out of his throat.

Johnny tensed up beside him. Tommy and Bobby began to laugh loudly at Dutch's embarrassment. And that's when he realized that you wanted him to join in on the game. A devilish smirk began to form on his face and he slung an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 'You're right, princess. Thanks for being so considerate.'
You could see his eyes staring right behind you at Bobby, like he was the Devil himself, while pushing his face closer to yours. You were just about to burst into a fit of laughter, when two big arms wrapped around your waist, pushing Dutch's away. You were swung around and thrown over a shoulder, yelling in shock and outrage.

'No! My princess! Don't take her away from me!', Dutch screamed in fake agony, letting himself sink to the ground and clutching his chest. You extended your arm out to him, whining and laughing at the same time. 'My prince! Safe me from this Bobby-Monster!' Turning your head to the side, your laughter abruptly got stuck in your throat. Bobby now stood beside Dutch, watching you and the 'Monster' who picked you up, with an unreadable emotion. That was your sign to turn your head even more, right to the side of the face of the 'Bobby-Monster' who was, in fact, not Bobby. 'Johnny.', you whispered. 'Let me down now .. please.' Your voice was barely heard but he listened, letting you down carefully.

'The little princess has to get back to her own class now and keep kicking the ball a few hundred metres away from the goal.' He hadn't said that many words to you in one sentence since a few weeks. Before you could react, Bobby took your hand and pulled you towards your own class in silence, away from Johnny Lawrence who kept looking at you, staring. 'He is always so dramatic.', Bobby muttered under his breath, more to himself then to you.

It was impossible to read Johnny Lawrence.

...

2018.

It was impossible to read Johnny Lawrence.

Fortunately, Miguel could read the room, that was now filled with a dangerous tension. He told you that he'd bring some snacks that his mum made, tomorrow. Taking a longer look at you, his eyes scanning every visible wound, he forced himself to a warm smile. Telling Johnny that he'd wait for him in the car, Miguel stepped out of the small hospital-room and left you alone with an unreadable man. A man that, at that moment, made your wounds hurt even more.

'It wasn't a date .. it was just ..' Johnny had his head in his hands, supporting his arms on his knees. 'It was .. I just helped her out. She needed ..' He couldn't finish his sentence, searching for the right words. With a big sigh, he got himself up and leaned back in the plastic-chair which made a loud screech. 'She simply needed someone to go with her to this highschool-class reunion. She had a lot of stress with Miguel being beaten up at school all the time and .. I just wanted to help her out, clear her head. I was just ..'