~ The One I Need ~ Johlex Fanfiction ~

I Love You?

We sit next to each other in Mrs. Yates' history class, and I hope that she doesn't end up giving us a lecture on the government and the system. I let out a sigh and she begins to speak as the class begins.

She begins to talk about how the colonies formed, 'Murica, blah blah blah. I hated first period. Horribly. Until...

Johnnie scoots his hand towards me, more preferably, my thigh. I inhale a sharp gasp through my nose and he begins to lightly press and squeeze, giving me a shudder of electricity run wildly throughout my body. He stays silent, not even moving - just his hands. My heart beats twice as hard and as fast as it normally would. Adrenaline? I dunno. With my hand pressing tightly against my knee, I let out some of the tension as I glance over at Johnnie whom is only half a foot away. He shoots a glance at me, also, then he gives me a wink and he bites his lip. I feel my lungs weaken as he reaches down for my knee. Thank God no one is sitting behind us.

I let out a shaky breath and he clutches in to my hands. Allowing my blue locks to drape over my cheeks, I bite my lip and look down in my lap. This hasn't happened to me before. No one's ever flirted with me. I don't know what to do, so I just look at him, put on a "sexy" smirk, then wink at him. His top lip twitches, sending me a signal that it was a good sign. I smile and slowly look away to my left hand on the desk. 

"Alex! Not paying attention, are you?" I look up in uncertainty. I stammer, "Uh, I was just -" She cut me off. She says, "Maybe you can clear me up on what I was just saying? I've forgotten." I say, "Well, um...you said that... eh..." I clear my throat and gently chuckle. She lets out a small, sly laugh. She turns around to her desk and sits down. "You can block out my voice, Alex. Maybe just ignore all of your teachers. But this is important to future education and -" I look down to my lap and she keeps booming the class with her voice. Every student looks at us and I cover my face with my blue fringe. She lets out a small groan, then she chooses to proceed ranting as she crosses her legs. 

Class went by for about another thirty minutes before the bell loudly chimes in our ears. We all quickly gather our bags and Mrs. Yates exclaims, "Johnnie! Alex! Could you stay for another minute?" We glance at each other and stride up to her desk. She crosses her arms and I slowly gulp down the rest of the saliva in my mouth. "Alex, next time you get in this class, you will pay attention and show me some respect. Am I understood?" I nod frantically, then she gives a cold stare at Johnnie. He chooses to stay behind with me. Then she waves her hands to send us away, we exit the room and go on to second period - Mrs. Grey's art. Yay.

The class goes by quickly. But then again, time flies by when you're having fun. We made our own little paintings, and Mrs. Grey spoke of the history of art while we were working. I drew a girl, standing in a mirror, looking at herself in it, but the reflection is the side that she feels. Depressed. Anxious. Sad. Tired. Then I look over at Johnnie's piece of work. He drew the Batman logo, and I grin in surprise of how good it is. The values are so defined, not to mention the shadow values.

"I suck at this.." I gently hit his arm and comment, "Are you kidding? That's fucking amazing! I've never seen a Batman logo like this. It's so...well, so..." 

"Awful." Scoffing, I say, "No. It's really awesome." He glances at his lap and quietly says, "Thanks." I say, "You're welcome," and proceed drawing. The rest of class is just me focused on the drawing. I'm sure Johnnie stared at me with his bright blue eyes half the time, but I didnt care. Then the bell rings and I clean up my area.

I won't go on talking about the next three periods in detail. It was just Mr. Morelli's Creative Writing, Mrs. Smith's Algebra, then Mrs. Sanchez's Spanish. Then finally, lunch came around. We stand in line for a solid minute until we get our food. I get my chicken and lettuce taco with a water bottle on the side. Johnnie gets a salad with sour cream and cheese with a chocolate milk. Shocker, he gets chocolate milk. We sit down where we did yesterday, and eat in silence. I decide to break the ice and ask, "What are we? You've been flirting with me consistently and I don't know...I haven't been flirted with before and I just don't know..." He stretches his arm for my fist on the pale grey table. "Alex, if I didn't actually like you, do you think I would flirt with you like this? Well, guess what, sweet cheeks?" I gaze into his charming, icy blue eyes, and wait for him to talk. "You're actually a pretty good kisser." My cheeks blush furiously in a deep crimson and I look down as I bite my sensitive lip. "I'd like to do it again." He reaches for me with his index and middle finger holding my chin. I breathe shallowly, and he slowly brings my lips to his and we kiss for a split minute. He tastes even better than last night. The taste of sweet cherries and a faint scent of light menthol smoke linger on the tip of his tongue. I taste every inch of his mouth, exploring. No one looks at us, and then he gently pulls away. He whispers, "How was that?" I gulp down his saliva that chose to stick on the taste buds on my tongue and I respond, "Really, um...really good."

I clutch on to the edge of my shirt, praying to hold in the arousal I have for him, at the most, I need to try. I tell him, "I need to go to the bathroom for just, a, uh, minute. I'll be back." Before I stand, I plant a quick peck on his cheek, then I quickly stride to the bathroom. Entering, I stand in front of the mirror, holding my hair back to calm down, then a voice booms through one of the stalls. 

"Carra, have you heard about that new Johnnie kid?" I instantly spin around, panic, and quietly get into an empty stall. I could tell who it was by her voice - Ash McCleary, varsity cheerleader and school whore. She charged two guys for a threesome last year because she was low on money - they both paid four hundred dollars. I know, it's crazy, but whatever. Her friend Carra, the girl she's speaking to is her best friend, and rumored drug addict. I don't doubt it, but everyone here tells a rumor once in a while. 

Carra responds, "Yeah, why?"

"Well, I've heard he shot someone last night to help that emo girl, Alex, or something." I close my mouth and listen intently.

"Why would he shoot someone? He's new. And I'm pretty sure that he's too wimpy to shoot someone in the first place." My chest becomes inflamed with anger. How dare they call Johnnie wimpy. "And why would he try to protect that creepy ass chick? She doesn't even talk to anyone."

Ash says in a sing like tone, "Maybe they're loooovers." They both giggle and exit their stalls after flushing.

Ash states, "In all seriousness, I heard it had something to do with Carl and Mark. And that's why they have casts today."

"What would they even do to get shot? I don't get it."

I think to myself, "Try to assault that emo creep after harassing her?"

"I dunno. I'm gonna ask Mark today. I'm going to his house , and trust me, I'll get some answers out of that mouth."

Whore.

Carra comments, after applying a thin layer of lip gloss, "Jesus, you need to calm down with the sex, dude. How much have you even made this week alone?"

I lean in and hear an, "Eleven hundred" come out of Ash's mouth. My mouth widens in disbelief, then Carra exclaims, "Holy shit!" I think, "Holy shit, indeed."

They leave the bathroom and I exit the tiny stall. I stroke my fringe out of my face, and I breathe for a second. I leave after about ten seconds to make sure that they won't see me leave. I then quickly exit the bathroom, to the cafeteria, and see Johnnie scroll through his Twitter feed. Sitting next to him, he looks up and his face instantly brightens. I lean in and whisper, "I think we're going to be in some serious trouble." His expression goes from happy to confused in a matter of .002 seconds. He asks, "Why do you say that?" I respond with, "Because I heard some girls in the bathroom talk about Mark and Carl, saying that they heard you probably shot them to protect me. I think one of the guys told someone else about it." He inhales a deep breath and says, "Looks like I'm going to have a serious talk with some people then." I agree, and we proceed talking about it until the lunch bell rings.

The day hurries to end after the next three periods - Mr. Rivers' Journalism, Mr. Coleman's Health, then finally, Mr. Steinfeld's PE. And the school day is finito.

Johnnie and I leave the school and head the same direction we went yesterday towards our houses. 

"Alex, if they told someone about me shooting them, then they would probably tell the police, too." I dig my fists into my pockets and kick a few rocks. "Probably. But Johnnie, we'll go up to them tomorrow and face them about it. But what if the cops to want to talk to you?" He thinks for a moment, and replies, "I put on a completely innocent face and say ever so sweetly, but not too sweet, 'I have no idea what you're talking about, officers. I just moved here, I don't have a motive to shoot anybody. I don't even talk to them. Hell, I don't even own a gun. But it does sound like whatever they did was awful to get shot in the arms.'"

"Damn. You're good." He chuckles and says, "I've had my share of investigations with cops and getting away with it. I feel a smile tug at the left corner of my mouth and I allow it.

He stops and I also do after a second. "Alex, there's a lot you really don't know about me. I've gotten in fights, been in jail, did things that I'm not proud of. I don't know if you would want to even stick by my side after you know all that I've done."

I shallowly breathe in, and question, "What all could you have done, Johnnie?" He looks down, folds his arms, and walks.