A Bad Boy's Heart And A Good Girl's Love

Welcome To Brierville

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          Small southern towns usually consist of farmers, country boys driving their dads passed down truck, and flannel wearing teenage girls. Then you have the town I was born and raised in... Brierville. A town of meth head junkies, sluts and studs, and most importantly crazy teenage boys like me. Well scratch that, I'm one of a kind obviously, but I got a couple of boys that'll be by my side when I need them. I grew up here, never been anywhere else except Banton, the big city next to us. I'm about 6'3, 240 pounds roughly, dark brown hair usually slicked back. silver stud earrings, and sea green eyes that change color depending on my mood. I wear blue jeans, black leather combat boots, usually plain t-shirts, and of course... Leather biker jackets. I'm looked down upon in my school, everyone knows me, doesn't mean anyone likes me. But I'm quite content with that. Just means I gotta deal with fewer people. I have a history as a womanizer, what can I say I like to show a woman what a real man is. Anyways, enough about me. Let's get on with me beating the shit out of this guy. 

I follow through with a hard kick to the ribs, before picking him up and throwing him against a locker. He lays on the ground, coughing and spitting blood. I grab him by his hair and pull him up to look at me,

"You ever touch my sister like that again, I'll kill you, understand fuckwad?" He shakes his head wearily as I throw him back down. The principal breaks through the crowd and motions for me to follow him. I head through the crowd to his office. I sit down opposite of his chair and prop my legs up on his desk in an empty spot. He looks at me as he leans back,

"So Johnny boy, what was it about this time?"

"The asshole tried things with my sister when she didn't want it" I say sternly. He smiles as he leans forward, placing his elbows on the desk. 

"I can respect that motive, I'm guessing the usual punishment for you?"

"Yep, I claim self defense and a couple of 'swats' as my punishment" He nods and looks around on his desk for a moment,

"Shit, you have any smokes on you Johnny?" I reach inside my jacket pocket and pull out a pack of menthol cigarettes, offering him one. He takes it and lights it, "Sorry I must have left mine out in the truck"

"It's all good Mr. M" I take one out and light it myself.

"So how is Hannah doing? You and her actual siblings you don't share the same last name" He asks as he exhales a big coud,

"She ain't my real sister, but I choose my own family y'know"

"I used to do the same thing when I was your age, just got too much as I got older"

We sit and talk about random things for a bit, I get up to leave as I finish my cigarette. The buses should be pulling up any minute now. I say my goodbyes to Mr. Morrison as I head out of his office. I've always liked Mr. M, he has always understood why I do the things I do. He's an old fashioned man like I am.  I see Hannah walking up to meet me as the bell rings.

"You didn't have to do that bubba, you know that right?"

"Anything for my little sis, prick had it coming either way" She smiles and hugs me real tightly,

"Thanks bubba! I love you so much!" I smile at this, it's nice to know someone gives two shits every once in a while. We say our goodbyes as she gets on the bus. I walk home everyday, well I never head home straightaway I usually just hang out with the guys at Mcdonald's or some shit. I cut through the woods to get there faster. The boys and I are sort of the local peacekeepers, the three of us have a gang called "The Damned". We're the only members, mainly because we don't trust nobody else to join. We wear the words in white letters across the back of our jackets, and then our names on the front left side. I break out of the tree line just behind Mcdonald's, then head inside to see Frank and Ricky at our usual booth in the back corner. I walk over and slide into the seat next to Frank,

"What are you two fucknuts up to?"

"Right now, gettin' kinda pissed off at those little preppy boys staring at us" Ricky motions over to the booth on the other side of the establishment, where four or five local rich boys are looking at us and giggling. As if we're some kind of sideshow attraction. Ricky gets up and instinctively I follow him, Frank behind me. We stop at their table, a couple of them look scared, the rest are trying to play it tough. 

"You boys got a staring problem?" Frank asks in his loud, deep voice. This makes the ones that look already frightened jump a little bit, I don't blame them actually. If I didn't know this 6'6 three hundred pound giant I'd be scared too. Bear in mind only very little of that is fat. One of them gets up to say something, right when someone walking in behind us catches his attention. I turn my head to look at who the distraction could have been. My eyes almost jump out of my head, at the stunning redhead that just sat in our corner booth. She pulls out a thick book and begins reading, my mouth is hanging open at this point.

"Go talk to her Johnny boy, we got these punks don't we Frankie?" Frank nods, then they all rush outside. I slowly walk over to this mystery girl. She is very well shaped, large hips, a slim stomach with a chest not too small but not large enough to be considered big. She had a bit of weight on her, making her thighs thick, and long fire red hair that covered half of her face where I saw she wore black rimmed glasses. Her features were soft, not sharp but nice and rounded, indicating she was a gentle person. Her eyes dart up to me, well the one I could see at least, revealing a lighter shade of green eyes than mine were. She was... Beautiful. I slide into the booth across from her, she looks at me confused and slightly hostile.

"Hi?" She says in a questioning tone. 

"Name's Johnny King, what's your name?" I ask, her eyes seem to see right through everything.

"No offense, Johnny, but girls that give you their names end up with broken hearts" She says putting her book down, her hair moving to reveal her full facial features. Only making me more determined.

"Now why would you say that darlin? I just wanna get to know you, it's hard not to be interested in such a beautiful woman" This causes her to blush, then she shakes her head,

"I'm not beautiful, why do you insist on talking to me?"

"Because sometimes beauty isn't just on the flesh, it's in our hearts, in our eyes" I smirk, causing her to blush even more and hide her face again. I chuckle a bit at this, where she glares at me before smiling as well.

"Fine, I'll entertain you Johnny, my name is Allison Williams" She gets out a pen and writes her number on my wrist, "For your eyes only, got it?" 

"Yes ma'am" I laugh a bit as Allison smiles at me, her smile is so cute... Like an innocent little girl, but I took one look into her eyes and knew that wasn't the case.

"Now run along and help your little friends, they seem a little outnumbered" I jerk my head out the window to see another group of preps walking up.

"Shit!! I'll talk to ya later Allison!" I jolt up and run outside, tackling one of them trying to pin Ricky down, "I guess you two are losing your touch" I crack my knuckles, helping Ricky up as Frank walks over beside us. There's about ten of them, three of us, even odds if you ask me! I put on my fingerless leather gloves, "Welcome to Hell motherfuckers, now it's time to meet The Damned!"