writersdelusion
"No-!" she gasps.
His eyes bore into hers, dark and furious.
"So," Johnny snarls, breath hot against her face. "You with the preps now?"
Her heart slams violently against her ribs.
"N-no Johnny, I-"
"Don't," he snaps, tightening his hold. "Don't lie to me again."
His jaw clenches as he gestures sharply with the pole. "Lola told me everything. About last night. About today. About you trashin' my shop."
Gray's mouth opens, words tumbling over each other in her panic. "I'm-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I swear-"
"Sorry?" Johnny explodes, voice echoing across the courtyard. "You think I wanna hear sorry?"
His shout makes her flinch violently. She feels eyes on them now-fighters slowing, heads turning-but Johnny doesn't care. His world has narrowed to her.
"Why?" he roars. "Why'd you do it?"
She freezes.
Her mind goes blank. Every answer feels wrong. Every truth feels dangerous.
"I-I didn't want to," she whispers helplessly.
Johnny's grip tightens until it hurts. He yanks her closer, their foreheads nearly touching.
"You think I'm stupid?" he growls. "You think you can play me? Smile, lie, pretend?"
His voice drops, venomous. "You girls always think you can manipulate me."