Hey folks, I'm so sorry it's taken so long! It wont happen again!

There's a sexual theme in this chapter so I put the rating up just to be on the safe side ...

CHAPTER 4

Johnny lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

He was thinking about Lola. It was definitely over between the two of them, he knew that, and as sad as he felt, he was also weirdly relieved. She had already caused him enough pain and going back to her would only result in more.

"I wish I didn't love you," he said to her framed photo on the cabinet beside his bed, "but I ain't your fool no more."

And with that he put the picture face down. He wondered for a brief second whether he should just throw it out.

He thought about what life was going to be like without her. How would he cope? Would he ever get over her. Maybe if someone better came along …

His thoughts were straying, yet again, to a pretty, black-haired preppy girl.

He hadn't really spoken to Pinky for the past couple of days but she called out to him in the hallways and smiled at him often. Obviously Derby had seen this because he was throwing eviler looks at him than usual. Not that he was particularly bothered. Infact, quite frankly, he found it hilarious.

But he didn't want to think about him. His mind travelled back to when Pinky had come to find him in the Autoshop. When she hugged him. She had felt much different in his arms than Lola had but good all the same.

And her hair… it had felt so soft against his cheek … her scent … her warm breath on his neck.

Before he knew it his hand had ventured down to his crotch where a distinct bulge was growing. He licked his lips and continued to rub himself through the material.

In his mind, he was kissing Pinky's soft, glossy lips as he pushed her against a wall. He trailed kisses down to her neck, where she shuddered and arched her back appreciatively. His hands wandered over her curves a few times and then up again to slide under her shirt.

At the same time, he slipped a hand under the waistband of his pants and then --

Click, the door opened and someone walked in.

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"Oh, Derby, they're just beautiful." Pinky gushed as she took a bouquet of flowers from her former boyfriend. "You shouldn't have."

"It's my way of apology. Look, I really am sorry for what I've done." He took her hand and looked her straight in the eye. "I hope you can forgive me."

"Oh, I don't know …"

"Please," he pleaded to her. "I've been so miserable without you."

Liar, she thought.

"Come on, lets go to the movies tonight. I think there's some slushy chick flick on"

"You hate chick movies," she pointed out, frowning.

"But you love them," he said. "And besides, if it does turn out to be awful we don't have to watch it."

He winked and it made her stomach turn. Whenever she saw Derby now, especially when he flirted with her, all she could think about was him and Bif… in the shower.

She shuddered.

She could think of a million retorts to what he had just suggested but bit everyone of them back. An idea had sprung into her mind. It was a cruel idea and would cause much humiliation to the very talented liar in front of her.

"You know what? That's a great idea." She smiled sweetly at him.

"Excellent!" He said, with a victorious look on his face. "Pick you up at eight?"

"No, err, I'll be in town anyway so I'll meet you there, okay?"

"Well, alright then. I'll see you later." He turned and walked away.

As soon as he was out of site she threw the flowers into the nearest trashcan.

Now, where is Johnny?

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"JESUS CHRIST, PEANUT!" Johnny yelled, completely red and flustered. He grabbed his pillow and shoved it between his legs to hide his shame. "Ever heard of knocking?"

"I-I'm sorry, Boss!" The other greaser stuttered, horrified, with a hand covering his eyes. He grabbed behind himself, blindly, trying to find the door handle. "I'll just go."

"For Pete's sake, take your hand off your eyes! Now, sit down." He told his friend, grudgingly.

Peanut moved his hands away from his face but didn't look at Johnny.

"I just wanted talk. You can, ah, carry on if you want," he said, cheeks beginning to burn.

"Well, thanks for the permission but it's fine," he said. "Are you gonna sit or what?!"

The other boy jumped and sat on the end of the bed, still looking anywhere but at Johnny.

"So what's this about?"

"It's Lola. She keeps asking about you. It's like: 'has he said anything about me?' all the time." He was talking quite quickly, obviously wanting to get this over and done with as soon as possible.

"So?"

"So, you haven't said a single thing about her at all. And I tell her that but she beats me up."

"Huh? Beats you up?" Johnny asked incredulously. He stared at his second-in-command for a few moments before he burst out laughing. "You got beat up by a girl?!"

"It's not funny." The other boy insisted. "She's freakishly strong and hell-bent on getting you back!"

Johnny stopped laughing.

"Yeah, well I'm not taking her back," he said sternly.

"You're not?"

"Nope," he said, getting to his feet. The pillow fell away for a second and he grabbed for it, but realised he no longer needed it and tossed it aside. "You see this?" he asked, grabbing Lola's picture.

The other boy nodded and Johnny flung it into the trashcan, where the glass cracked over her smiling face. Peanut just sat there looking stunned as Jimmy entered the room.

"What the hell?!" Johnny marched over to his new visitor, towering over him. "Has anyone here ever heard of knocking?" And why has everyone decided to congregate in my room, huh?"

"Hey, Johnny, you used a big word… congrats, man!" said Jimmy, patting Johnny on the back. "Oh, and Pinky's outside."

"She is?"

"Yeah …" Jimmy started, looking a little confused. "She wants me to ask you something. Err, come to think of it, I can't have heard her right."

"Just spit it out, Hopkins." Johnny said impatiently, wishing everyone would just get out of his room.

There was a short silence while Jimmy thought about whether what he was about to say was right or not.

"Okay, she wants to know if you wanna go to the movies tonight."

tbc.

See, Donal? I put the word 'bulge' in just for you. Haha.