~ The One I Need ~ Johlex Fanfiction ~

Unexpected

The principal beamed shortly after from the small stage, his face showing an expression like he hated everyone in the room.

I knew how that felt.

Then the room suddenly went silent.

"Everybody, we're going to take a minute to call out the grade level sponsors. Please remain silent." He pulls out a white sheet of paper and calls out, "Freshmen, you go with Miss Smith. Sophmores go with Miss Hill. Juniors go with Mister Manzell and Seniors go with Mister Whittlesby. Now, the new assistant principal this year is Miss Day and she will be..."

Boooring.

I already knew what was necessary, I am not going to sit here and listen to everything all over again. Continuing to scroll through my Twitter, I see updates from my best friend, Shannon Taylor and her broken leg. I tweet to her, "Hope your leg gets better - even though you kind of deserve it for your soccer crap haha :3. I hate you for abandoning me D: " She wouldn't be back until next week. She would have a shitload of makeup work to do. Listening to The Amity Affliction as the teachers spoke, I kept in the clear for several minutes. The principal raised his hands, meaning that it was time to go to our sponsor's rooms. I wrapped my headphones around my phone and shut the device completely off. I stride to Mister Whittlesby's crowd, may I mention in the back of the large group of seniors, per usual.

Mark stands next to me and I huff under my breath. He says, "You may not know it, Dorame, but I have a lot of people looking for prey to sink their teeth into." I give him a slight squint of my pale green eyes, giving him the 'emo death glare', or so I called it. Mark backed away to his meathead friends and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a kid with jet black hair around my age with his fringe covering mostly the left side of his face. I looked at his eyes, and saw some fear. I hadn't ever seen him around, so he must be new. No wonder.

Mister Whittlesby lead the way to his room, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of that raven haired boy. We arrive at Mister Whittlesby's class sooner than expected, the bright, white paint blinding half of us. Yes, it was that bright a white paint. He definitely rearranged the circular desks and shelves around, basically leaving them with the cliques having six seated at four tables. I sit in the farthest table in the back, then he appears in my vision. The eyeliner is honestly perfect. The black Panic! At The Disco tee he's wearing supports his thin body as it might be a size small. He looks down and fiddles with his fingers. He looks like he's scared, so I speak to him. "Hi. I'm Alex. You're new to Texas, aren't you?" He gently nods, hardly even moving. He comments, "I'm from San Jose, California. The sun really hates my emo skin here." I let out a small chuckle and I state, "Don't worry. It hates me too." He looks up at me, his silver lip piercings shining in the light. I gently brush my hair back and ask, "So, how old are you, Johnnie?" He responds, "I turned eighteen just a few weeks ago." So he isn't that much older than I am. Sweet.

I ask, "Do you mind if I see your schedule?" He replies, "Not at all," and pulls out a folded piece of white paper and places it in my palm. I unfold it and see that we have the same exact eight classes together. 

This was going to be an interesting year.

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After our first five periods, it was finally time for lunch. As we stride in the line, he stands in front of me and checks out a salad with ranch and a chocolate milk. Since school brought in Taco Bell, you bet your ass I got some Taco Bell. I got a chicken taco with minimum sour cream with a white milk, and walked with Johnnie to the one table no one was seated at.

He sits next to me, being a surprise for me. I've never had anyone that sat next me me directly, so it was a new experience. I ask him, "You're a vegetarian, aren't you?" He responds, "Yes, yes I am." He stabs his fork through the lettuce and brings it to the tip of his tongue, and clamps down on the plastic fork with his lips. I open the container holding my taco inside and I firmly grip it with my fingers. I bite down on the meaty goodness and moan in happiness. I swallow and say, "It's been so long since I've had this." He chuckles and bites down on another forkful of salad as Carl makes his way over to me. I groan in aggravation, then he stops right next to me. He keeps his yelling down, nearly like a normal speaking tone. "Who the fuck do you think you are, Dorame?! Putting ME on the fucking spot like that? I will make your life a living hell if you say one more thing about Greg and I, I swear to God." Johnnie stands up angrily and turns him around by the shoulder. "Why don't you leave her alone? What did she even do to you that's so fucking terrible?" Carl pushes Johnnie back, commenting, "Stay out of this, you emo faggot." I gasp lowly and stand up. "Get the hell out of here Carl, or I will make YOUR life a living hell. So back off." He scoffs and takes a few steps backwards. "We'll get you, Dorame. We'll get you. I swear."

I grin mockingly and he walks away to Mark and his other friends. I groan aloud, not even caring about the scene we just made. I sit down, close my eyes and rub my temples. Johnnie sits down and places his hand on my back, asking, "You alright?" Inhaling a deep breath, I respond, "Yeah. Peachy." He states, "Don't let him get into your head. You're smarter than that." I look up at him and smile at him. "You're a smart emo kid, you know that?" He chuckles and responds, "I get that a lot," then we have our first hug. A hug of a new friendship.