johnny lawrence one shots

The School Project

Set the Scene: Things take a turn for the worst when you're partnered with Johnny Lawrence for your class final. You see yourself doing all the work already but maybe something good will come of this pairing.

*warning* Some swear/mature words. Flirting/hatred for each other at the same time? Cocky J/ eye rolls/playful jabs/sarcasm. Lots of talking, but quick reading.

PS. I think this is my last Johnny for a while (probably months or fully completed...) 

Hoping to start a full fic or another one shot series soon!

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To everyone else, Johnny Lawrence was the golden boy of West Valley High.

And speaking of the devil...

As if the idea of Johnny Lawrence couldn't get any more insufferable, here he was walking into class with two girls in his arms. You couldn't roll your eyes far back enough, the giggling and hair playing from the girls were too hard to ignore.

You watched as the three of them made their way to the back of the classroom, sitting in their usual seats.

Getting touchy with each other no doubt.

The thought almost made you sick, instead bringing back your attention back to the teacher turning to face the students.

"For your final project, you will all be working in pairs, to which I have already picked out for you.."

Groans and sounds of complaints immediately flooded the room, students turning to one another in voicing their concerns.

"..we should all be friends here, so no one should be complaining. Go ahead and find your partner on the board. I suggest you meet and begin talking about your topic."

Your feet couldn't hit the ground fast enough, as you squeezed past students smiling with relief when put with their best friend. Once you got to the board, your eyes roamed until you saw your name near the middle.

Right next to his.

An obvious mistake was made because there was no way you were spending the next week working on a school project with Mr. Karate Jackass.

"As if my day couldn't get any worse." A low voice muttered behind you, the sound of a smirk on their lips were clear.

As you turned, a hard chest stopped you, almost causing you to stumble backwards into the board. You didn't need to look up to know who it was, but the closeness between the both of you forced it.

Johnny's infamous tight lined smirk plastered his lips like it was permanently marked, as if he didn't know how to not be so arrogant. As he ran a hand through his hair, his gaze found the board once again.

"I didn't know how good my name looked in chalk." He breathed, so eternally caught up in himself once more. You saw his eyes glance down to you for a swift moment, sticking his tongue inside his cheek and crossing his arms.

You huffed, so amazed at how someone could be so conceited. "Well, too bad you're not as 'good' at karate as your name."

If anyone knew how to drop kick Johnny's ego, it would be to comment on his little dance-around after school activity.

His eyes dropped to yours, the expression on his lips disappearing and turning into something more amused. As he parted his lips about to speak, the teacher ushered the two of you back to your seats to begin project planning.

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"Okay, so mine or yours?" You let out a sigh, walking out the classroom as you played with the edge of your textbooks.