~ The One I Need ~ Johlex Fanfiction ~

Torment

Leaving the locker room, I rearrange my bra and look over to Johnnie, whom wraps his arms around my shoulders and kisses my forehead, whispering, "That was so damn amazing, Alex." Giggling, I say, "It was." Johnnie walks towards the door and slightly opes it to see if anyone was out there, and the coast was clear. We leave and I dare, "I bet you I can win to run down the gym and go!" I start running, then he chuckles and chases me afterwards. Jogging as fast as my frail legs can carry me, he suddenly grabs me from behind and lifts me up. He softly grazes against my ribs, making me laugh, especially since I'm ticklish there. Stifling my chuckles, he puts me down on the hard wood floor and turns me around to face him. Holding my cheek, he gently kisses me. Once, twice, three times. He disclaims, "We should get back before people get suspicious."

I agree, then we slyly leave the gymnasium, go down the hall, and quietly enter the cafeteria, back to our table, only to see that it's surrounded by Mark, Carl, and their douchy jock friends. My heart beats rapidly against my breastbone, then I get closer to Johnnie. He confronts, "What the hell are you doing over here?"

Mark responds with, "I want to talk to Alex." Johnnie detests with, "Well, you aren't going to. Just leave her alone." Mark stands up and state, "What are you going to do? Shoot me again?"

"If that's what it takes. And I'll make sure that I don't shoot the arm next time. I'll shoot your fucking dick off if you talk to Alex ever again. You got that?" Mark throws up fake surrendering arms and mockingly says, "Ooh, I'm utterly terrified." Johnnie tightly grips my hand and I whisper, "Johnnie, calm down." His face flares up in a deep crimson, indicating that he's getting ready to blow up. I feel a rush of clear coated adrenaline run through my veins, then I gently mutter to Johnnie, "I'll talk to him and see what he wants." Mark gives Johnnie a deceitful smirk as I walk over to him.

"What the actual fuck do you want from me? I have nothing to give you that you would want."

"I don't want anything from you. I need something."

"Then what the fuck is it?"

Johnnie mumbles something under his breath, then Mark responds to me, "I need a job done. And somehow, you're the only one that can do it."

Confused, I ask, "What kind of job is this? Some drug job?"

"Kind of. And you're the last person anyone would expect to do this, so I'm asking you nicely."

Johnnie interrupts, "She's not doing it."

Looking back, I say, "Johnnie, hush."

"Find someone else. She's not going down for your dirty work."

Mark then questions, "What, would you do it? You're in the same kind of caliber as Alex, no one would expect you to do it either."

"What would either of us get out of this if we did?"

He responds, "Fourteen-hundred dollars per delivery. That's what."

Johnnie and I both choke up in surprise, widening our eyes in shock.

"You people think I'm exaggerating. I'm not."

Johnnie offers, "Fine. But I'm doing it. I'm not putting Alex through that kind of danger." Glancing at him, I smile with my small lips, exposing my pearly white front teeth. Mark comments, "Alright. I'll give you more information later on."

"No. Now or it doesn't happen."

Mark sighs in agitation, responding, "Fine. Have it your way." Waiting hesitantly, Johnnie folds his arms and patiently waited for Mark to give him details about these so called "deliveries."

"They're obviously for drugs. And they just need to be delivered to people that can't get them."

I ask, "What do you mean, 'can't get them'?"

"As in they can't get their hands on them or no one will allow them to get it in their hands."

"Ah, I understand," Johnnie comments. "So you make the delivery, get the money and its all hush hush."

Mark responds, "Pretty much."

Johnnie and I glare at each other with concerning looks, then I ask one last question. "One more thing, Mark. Why would you pick me to make a delivery? And why haven't you apologized to me yet for assaulting me?"

He puffs out a groan through his heavy throat and apologizes, "I'm very sorry. And I picked you because I felt that you two would be good for the job. I'm serious." After taking his apology into consideration, I comment, "You and Johnnie talk. I'm going." Striding away from the two and exiting the cafeteria, I make my way to the only girls restroom in this school - the one at the front of the hall. Entering, I see Ash and Carra standing in front of the mirrors, adjusting their makeup, as Ash mainly wipes off and reapplies her bright red lipstick. I close my eyes and make my way down to the farthest sink in the bathroom. Ash asks, "Hey, Alex, I heard that Johnnie kid was your new boyfriend. True or nah?" Scoffing, I reply, "It wouldn't be your business if we were together anyhow. Since when did you even care about what goes on in my life anyhow? Do you survive off of gossip?"

"Just a little. And I don't care what happens in your life. I just want the drama from it."

Scoffing, I comment, "I wonder if you care about what happens in Mr. Morelli's life. Seeing as how you're sucking him off for good grades."

Carra sucks in a short chuckle through her teeth, Ash turning back at her in anger. Looking to the small girl in front of her, Ash strides towards me and points a finger in my face.

"How the fuck did you know about that?"

"I have my ways, you have yours. Now get your disgusting finger away from me before I bite it off and shove it down your throat, bitch."

Ash grimaces before slowly bringing her finger down to her side and making a "tsk, tsk" sound with her tongue. "We aren't done here."

"Oh, but I think we are, Ash. If I were you, I'd take my skimpy, trashy ass back to the whorehouse. So get the fuck out of my face, shut up, and everyone will be happy."

Ash immediately grabs her small brown leather purse and storms out of the bathroom, Carra quickly reapplying her dark red lipstick and chasing after her. Sighing, I smile in glee. I was surprised I had it in me.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I inhale and exhale a deep, shallow breath. What am I getting into?