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Behind It All
: Chapter 4
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Johnny looked at the large brown envelope in his hand. How could she do this? Make him all speechless like a stupid person. Who did she think she was? This was all bull shit; he wasn't dumb—well not too dumb.
He walked through the hallway and stopped at a familiar door. Knocking on the door, he waited for the smaller girl to answer.
Once she opened the door, she looked up at him and into his deep amethyst eyes, "Hey Johnny."
"You lied to me." He said coolly while tapping the tip of the envelope on his finger. He walked past her to let himself in, "Why did you tell me that whack story about you?"
"Oh…" She watched as he sat on the sofa, "You never asked for the truth."
"I have to ask for the truth?"
She sighed, "It's not that. I've tried to tell people the truth before but they never believed me. They were so caught up in that 'garbage' story that I couldn't do anything. So I just gave into it, until I started to believe it." She said shrugging.
He put the envelope on the small coffee table, "You told me the story that everyone told me. Do I look like one of them? And how many times do I have to tell you that I'm not like other people?"
"You weren't being specific on what you wanted to hear."
He chuckled, "You're right."
"You're right too Johnny, you aren't like them. Not at all." Well at least so far.
"Of course." He said smugly, "Robin, how are we supposed to be good friends if we can't be open about the truth?"
She sat on a chair across him, "I'm sorry. I didn't know we were friends."
He watched her for a while. He was always against the crowd. This 'school' crowd was against her. So was he with her? "Yeah, we are." If he had said no then she'd became all sad, though nothing would've changed, she'd still be her and he'd still he him. But he couldn't say no, and it disgusted him that he cared.
"How did you find out?"
"I have a lot of connections." He reached for the envelope and handed it to her, "So are you going to tell me the real story or what?"
Opening the envelope, she slid the paper out and quickly recognized it as her orphanage file. "You already know it…" She trailed.
"I'm going to forget that stupid story. And I want to hear it for you. You, okay?"
She was starting to see Johnny differently, he was self-determining. It was as if he was selfish; he didn't trust anybody, didn't like most people, rebellious, didn't listen to anybody, he wouldn't agree unless he knew that it was correct, and the list goes on. He was either really hard-headed or just independent—both, yes, very much.
Nodding she put the file back on top of the table before letting out a long sigh. "It's not a complicated story. I had a father and a mother who were both too young for a kid. I was still a baby, I never met them, and I don't even know their names. They dropped me off at an orphanage. I didn't have a name so the nuns that took care of the orphans named me after a bird." She shrugged, "That's it."
Johnny wondered, "How do you take it so simply?"
"Because," she trailed, "it's not as if I can do anything."
He nodded, that was true. "You're not going to work tonight."
"I'm not?"
"You're not."
"Why?"
"Because were going somewhere."
"Why?"
He needed to cheer her up. He didn't know why but he did, "Because I said so."
She was always getting pushed around and every time, she went with it. He didn't know it but he was doing it to her too. She nodded quietly and picked up her text book and continued to do her work. He was still sitting there and she wondered why he wasn't leaving yet. She stayed quiet and waited for him to say something.
"Did you get started on the project for computer class? Who's your partner?" He asked breaking the silence.
"I'm not doing the project. I'm going to drop the class."
He raised a brow, "Why?"
"Because I don't need that class. I want nursing."
His eyes narrowed, "You're going to leave me in that class with those shit for brains?"
Looking at him made her tremble, he looked mad. She looked down. Now what was she going to do? Slowly, she looked up at him again to notice that he still looked the same. He was intimidating. Him with his impulsive mouth and eyes that spoke for themselves. And those were only two of the many things that made him intimidating; he, himself as a whole was threatening. Even the way he stood was nerve-racking.
He smirked as he watched her give up, "See? You don't want to drop the class, because you want to be with your good friend Johnny."
Who could argue with a guy like him?
…
Robin followed Johnny onto a bus, "We shouldn't be riding the bus…" Johnny mumbled.
"What's wrong with the bus, I ride it all the time."
Amethyst eyes found empty seats, "What I meant was, we wouldn't be riding the bus if my car was fixed. I don't know what's taking them so long, but I'm getting annoyed."
She questioned to herself if Johnny wanted her to sit next to him or not, but it was all answered when he looked at her weirdly. "I like the bus."
His face went from sickened to disgusted, "In a car you have more privacy, you can do what you want, and you can smoke. Why do you like the bus?" He asked so demandingly as she flinched.
Johnny smokes? "Because before, I used to walk everywhere, and I got sick more often because of the rain. Then I decided to use the bus, and I was more relieved."
"Why didn't you use the bus in the first place?"
She didn't answer and just looked at him.
He raised an eyebrow, "What?"
"You're going to laugh."
"I haven't had a good laugh in a while. Small chuckles but no laughing." He smirked, "Go ahead."
Robin looked down at her feet and watched as she moved them subtly, "I always thought that you had to be in some kind of club to ride the bus and then I asked the bus driver one day and he explained to me."
He looked at her surprised, "How old were you?"
"Elementary."
Chuckling he put his hand on her head and gave her a very mild shake, "No laughing, not just yet." He removed his had and regained his aloofness, "You were young."
Her eyes landed on the no smoking sign and remembered, "You smoke?" She asked timidly, not sure if that question would suddenly cause him to snap.
He didn't take it as a question but as a sentence that he had to finish, "Everything."
"But-"
He turned his head, "Don't say it." He warned. He didn't want to get mad at her but he would always get so irritated when people told him that smoking was bad for him.
She could see it, she had made him mad, and she was scared. He wasn't looking at her and he had said it in such a nasty tone. She hadn't yet seen Johnny at his worst and she didn't want to.
"I'm sorry." She apologized. And there they sat in silence for the next few minutes until she decided to break the silence again, "Johnny, where are we going?"
"I haven't really thought of it," He finally turned to her, "I've only come up with the mall, and then I'll figure out something when we get there." He smirked and snaked an arm around her neck, "I'm open to suggestions baby." He joked, the smirk still not leaving his face.
She laughed as he continued to say silly things to her.
…
"Robin, have you ever gotten drunk?" Johnny asked as they walked together around the food court.
She shook her head.
"Good." He started, "We have about three hours before our movie starts, so how about we get something to eat."
"Johnny you shouldn't have-"
He cut her off, "Do we have to go through this again?"
"But-"
"Stop it, it's getting irritating."
She couldn't say anything, when he said stop she had to stop. But it didn't mean that she could stop her guilt. Johnny had decided that they would watch a movie, but then Johnny ended up paying for the tickets. She wanted to pay for them but then Johnny stopped her with his don't-do-it-or-else stare. She never did things like this before, what else could he have expected? But because of her ignorance, she felt weird.
Johnny obviously didn't care; all he knew was that he was hungry. "So what do you feel like eating?"
"I'm not really hungry."
He scoffed, "But you are slightly hungry and that's still the same." He looked around at all the different types of food to choose from and felt his stomach tighten—he needed to eat, "I'm craving for Italian."
Craving? Robin looked at Johnny, had he just said 'craving'? It wasn't a word you could easily picture Johnny saying. He didn't crave for things, he got it. "Okay then."
The flame-haired guy walked over to the stand and noticed an attractive girl working the cash register. A not so attractive—ugly—girl interrupted his thoughts and asked what they wanted.
Johnny turned around to Robin, he opened his mouth to ask her what she wanted, but he knew that he wouldn't get an answer. He turned back to the girl, "Two lasagnas."
"Would that be the meal?"
He nodded.
"Sir, what kind of lasagnas would you like? We have one with meat and one with vegetables."
Did Robin like meat or vegetables? Che, he'll just take the one she doesn't. "Both."
"What drinks would you like?"
"Fruit punch and-" He turned to Robin.
"Johnny…"
He turned back around, "Make them both fruit punch."
Robin watched as Johnny paid for their food and continued to ignore what she had to say. He spoke to the pretty girl behind the register for a while before calling Robin to follow him. He led them to one of the many booths in the food court.
Watching as she slumped into her seat he let out a breath, "You aren't understanding what's going on Robin." He waited for her to look at him, "This is what friends do," or so he thought, "they're nice to each other." He passed her utensils, "Come on, stop moping. Do you want the meat lasagna or the vegetable lasagna?"
"Actually, they're both good, I'll just take the one that you aren't."
"Well I was thinking the same thing." Chuckling, he looked at the food then back at her, "How about we flip a coin. Heads says you get meat and tails says you get vegetable."
She smiled, "Okay."
Johnny reached over to one of the coins on the tray from his change and flipped it into the air. On its way down he caught it and immediately fisted his hand. He put his hand on the table and opened it to allow the coin to come out the way he had caught it.
"Heads."
Robin watched him for the smallest reaction, "Are you sure you want vegetable?"
"Are you asking me that because I look like I don't eat vegetables?"
"Yes."
His eyebrows furrowed together at her honesty, "Pot is a vegetable."
She giggled, "If you say so."
He picked up his receipt on the tray and turned it around to reveal writing in black ink. Crumpling the piece of paper, he scoffed before he dropped it back down on the table, "That girl gave me her number as if I was going to call her." He picked up the fork and poked his food, "She was pretty cute but not enough for me to actually call her."
Robin turned back to where the girl worked and stared at her for a few seconds, "Johnny, she's very pretty."
"I have this little scale of the value of a woman that I follow." Well, that didn't sound too nice. "It's a one to five scale. Any girl four and below come to me, and any girl that reaches a five, I'll go to her—after I think about it."
She took a sip of her drink, "So when you see a potential girl for yourself you put them on a scale form one to five on how pretty they are?"
He nodded as he quietly chewed his food, and after swallowing began to talk again, "But it's not always about how pretty a girl is."
Her ebony eyes slightly widened in surprise, "Personality?"
This time Johnny didn't chuckle, he laughed. She was already surprised at what he had said but now he was laughing.
"Fuck no!" He shook his head and came to a leisured stop, "That's funny Robin, you made me laugh."
She just stared at him confused.
"What I meant was that it isn't always about the looks but also about how much she can please me."
"Oh." Now she understood.
…
The two of them walked to Robin's dorm chatting away. They stopped as soon as they reached the familiar numbered dorm.
"Thanks Johnny."
"No problem." He patted her head, "But you need to go and get some sleep, you're going to work tomorrow?"
She nodded.
"As for me, I have to sleep with someone. I haven't had sex since I got here."
She nodded again.
"Well I'm going to go hunting, wish me luck."
"Good luck."
He scoffed, "I don't need it."
"But you just said-"
"I didn't say anything." He joked. "Night."
…
The bell had rang a couple of minutes ago, ending lunch; and now Robin was at her locker to pick up her things for her next class. Johnny was with her a while back but he had gone to the restrooms. The dreary Monday was only half done and she was exhausted. She had been with Johnny on Saturday and worked the whole day yesterday to make up.
Sighing, she looked over at the things she had pulled out of her locker before closing the metal door. She began walking to her next class with her eyes on the floor and her casual looks forward to see if she was going to hit anything. Her back pack behind her and a couple of textbooks and notebooks resting on her arm. She stopped as a pair of large shoes stood in her way. She looked up at the guy's face. Oh no, what had she done now? She took a step back slowly but froze as he spoke.
"Well, if it isn't bird shit." He said casually as two other guys approached him and chuckled on either side of him. He grinned at her maniacally before quickly putting his hand under her books to slap them too the ground.
She bent down to pick up her books, notebooks, and pieces of paper that had fallen out. The guys took in her position and one of them walked behind her and thrust his pelvis against her rear hard enough to cause her to stumble and fall to the ground. The other guy reacted quickly and stood closely in front of her. She looked up and because of his willed proximity her face was on his groin. And though she pulled away, she still had had her face where it shouldn't have been.
The three of them laughed at a now teary-eyed girl. But hurriedly turned to their other friend as he took in a deep gasp for air. Robin too looked up and watched helplessly as Johnny took his first victim's head and smashed it into one of the other guys before quickly connecting his fist to the last guy's face.
Johnny knelt down to picked up Robin's fallen objects as the bloody and bruised trio retreated. Once he had finished he glared at all the onlookers as he roughly grabbed Robin's arm and pulled her up before dragging her away from the crowd that couldn't mind their own business.
Everything happened so fast, one moment she was on the floor then Johnny comes and now he was pulling her away. His hand gripped her arms so roughly that she couldn't help but wince. He stopped at a door and opened it before forcefully pushing her in. She took in her surroundings as an empty class room and turned back to Johnny still baffled at what was going on.
He dropped her things on the floor as soon as he finished locking the door. "What the fuck were you thinking!" He was fuming, not only at the sickos that just dry humped Robin but also at her.
She just stared at him. She couldn't understand what was going on. She was so confused.
Punching the desk nearest to him allowed him to relieve a tiny amount of frustration. Though with Johnny's temper, tiny meant nothing. He had seen her flinch when he had punched the desk and now she was looking down. What the fuck was with her and looking at the fucking damned floor! He was just about to snap out the question he had just asked himself when he noticed something the lessened his infuriation.
There she stood with her head down, and she was shaking. Not shaking violently, but slightly. She took in small sniffles, and it took him a few seconds to register in his mind that she was crying. And then there it was—he finally figured out why he even bothered with her. He felt sorry for her… He took a couple of steps forward but stopped, what was he going to do once he reached her?
Pity or whatever it was called, he needed to do something about either the idiotic people or her.
Well, this chapter wasn't all that, they just got to know each other. But this is where it starts, or whatever.
Anyways, I realized that this was romance/humor, okay; I know this chapter had angst but I'll get to the humor later, most likely the next chapter. But I honestly can't remember why I made this humor. So if I don't get my idea back on why this is humor, it might just change to angst, but don't count on it. I think…
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