Ugly Girl

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight: Johnny

                You know that feeling you have when you’re so freaking happy you want to just skip while singing a SpongeBob song? Well I had that feeling since last night at Zoey’s party. I mean, it took a good three hours to scrub the obscenities off my face but it didn’t stop me. Nothing could put a damper on my mood!

                I smiled as I skipped into school, Ally and I had big plans for turning Zoey into little miss popularity and it all started today. Getting Riley to be popular wouldn’t be hard; he wasn’t the worst looking kid on the planet. Zoey was a whole other story. I like Zoey, don’t get me wrong, but she isn’t the hottest thing to walk this earth; or the most outgoing.

                Never the less, I strut into school in an attempt to find my friends; who happen to be huddled around our usual table. My smile widens when I see her long blonde hair and absolutely stunning face. I want more than anything to run up to her and kiss her but-I suddenly stop. After Saturday night, can I do that? My question gets answered when I run up to the table, a huge smile on my face. It quickly disappears however. Ally looks up at me, total embarrassment on her face and I can read her like a book. She doesn’t want me to say anything about what happened at Zoey’s party, I can tell.

                Ignoring everyone else, I turn to her and almost sneer, “Ally, can I talk to you?” it must’ve come out a lot worse then I meant because Zoey looks at me, horrified. She nods silently and clumsily stands up to follow me. I lead her so that the others can’t see us, “Really, Ally?”

                “W-what?” she says so weakly I have to rethink my argument.

                “You know exactly what I mean!” I yell with no result, my voice cracks halfway, causing it to sound wimpy. “I-I thought.”

                “Johnny, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to make you think that,” she breathes in shakily. “That I like you back.”

                Something that usually never happens to me happens, I get mad. Really, really mad, “I know that bullshit and so do you!” I almost scream. “As I recall you were the one that kissed me!”

 **

                It was the weirdest thing someone could ask at a time like this and for a moment, I just stared at her dumbly.

                “Can I hear you play your guitar?” Ally asked again, louder the second time.

                The thing that was weirder than her question was the fact that I went to my car, opened the trunk, and pulled out my guitar. We barely managed to sneak upstairs and into Zoey’s guestroom.

                “Any request for the pretty lady?” I snickered.

                “Surprise me.” She whispered with a light smile on her lips.

                I grin and recalled her favorite artist of all time. I began to strum and began to sing her favorite song, Call Me Irresistible. I knew the song by heart. She giggled and scooted closer to me, causing me to blush and lean close to her. After a few minutes of playing the Frank Sinatra song, she put her hands on mine and pushed the guitar away.

                “Am I that bad?” I joked nervously.

                She smiled and shook her head, “No, you’re amazing.”

                “Then why’d you stop me?”

                She leaned forward, her cheeks bright red. Our thighs were already pressed together tightly so she didn’t have to move much. I watched as she shut her eyes and felt as she put her lips on mine and kissed me. Unlucky for me, it was more a peck then an actual kiss.

                 She pulled back and looked at me nervously, her teeth nervously chewing her bottom lip. Before she could take it back and before she could say anything, I slipped my hand around the back of her neck, pulled her to me, and kissed her deeply. She let out a little gasp, but then kissed me back.

                I moved my hands down to her waist and pulled her onto my lap, dropping my guitar to the floor and swinging her legs around my hips so she straddled me. It was like a thousand fireworks went off in my head. My heart was pounding so quickly, I thought it might jump out of my chest. I knew I should hold back, but I couldn’t. I needed her, I need Ally.

                She pushed me back, her legs still wrapped around me. “Johnny…” She whispered. “We should stop.”

                But I couldn’t. I had her in my arms, on my lap, kissing me. I couldn’t let her get away. I dipped my head down and kissed her neck, biting softly and sucking. She let out a little moan, and I broke. I lost control, I needed her. I turned her under and pinned her underneath me. I bit her lip softly, tugging it. And I guess that’s when she lost control. Cause next thing I knew, she was yanking my t-shirt over my head. I kissed the top of her breasts sensually, slowing going lower and lower.

                I leaned up and put my lips next to her hear, “Ally, let me make love to you.”

                In response, she unbuttoned my pants and leaned up to kiss me more. We had sex for hours, her screaming my name and me moaning into her shoulder. “I love you.” I must’ve whispered over a hundred times that night.

                She never said it back.

 **

                Ally looked down at her feet, “Johnny,”

                My chest actually hurt from being so freaking mad. I sighed angrily, it sounded more like a growl, and snapped, “Y’know what, Ally? Forget it. I want nothing to do with you or your little friends anymore.” I turned on my heel and started off in the opposite direction, “After all I’ve done for you!” I mutter under my breath.

                “Johnny!” Zoey calls out as I pass by their table. I simply glare at her, not missing a single beat.

                I was officially over Ally and her little band of nerds.