Pinky/Johnny (Broken- Lauren Hoffman)

She'd always had a fascination with those less fortunate than her. Attending Bullworth opened her eyes. Suddenly, Derby and Bif and Chad were singular people out of many diverse people.

There were the annoying nerds like Earnest and Cornelius. There were ridiculously unintelligent beings named Wade and Russel. There were those that hung around wherever they pleased and mingled with whoever. Then, there were the Greasers.

There was always something that attracted Pinky to the clique. They lived in the slums. They were the bad ones. They were the ones her parents cringed at.

She wasn't completely oblivious to Greaser culture. She'd seen Grease and The Outsiders and Rumble Fish. It was just a shock to see them in person. It was also a shock to realize that they weren't the same thing.

Vance was too vain to be one. Hal was a self-conscious worry-wart. Ricky bitched about his ex-girlfriend all the time, showing his dependency. Lola was a bit too out there.

There was one that stood out in Pinky's eyes. His name was Johnny. Johnny Vincent.

He always had that laid back, tough guy attitude that just made girls swoon. Pinky was not any different from the others. Every time he lit a cigarette, her heart swelled and pounded. Her eyes would become fixed on his lips as smoke poured out from the gap between them. Then suddenly, the lips would close to form a smirk and when Pinky would look up to his eyes, they would already be there.

That was Johnny, after all. One step ahead of the game. And oh, the games he liked to play.

He wasn't afraid to get violent or to fight. She would sometimes send Parker over to New Coventry and watch Johnny take him down. The way he moved while he was fighting was... hot, to be blunt.

In Chemistry, she noticed the way he changed. He was so focused, but it was probably because Lola was not in their class and he wasn't allowed to smoke. Pinky longed for Chemistry every single day. It was her favorite. They wouldn't meet by chance encounter. They would meet at a scheduled place and that was exciting.

"Hey, Aquaberry."

Pinky turned, infuriated that someone would dare refer to her as 'Aquaberry', but her demeanor quickly changed.

There, leaned against the wall, wispy smoke rising from a cigarette between his lips, was Johnny Vincent.

"What?" she replied, hands on hips. Her heart was racing, and she hoped she wasn't blushing.

"What was our Chemistry project again?" he questioned, taking in a drag.

She watched him for a moment before answering, "Um, read 20 pages of the Potassium section and answer the questions." Her pulse began to slow. It was common conversation. It was nothing out of the blue. She was nothing more than another girl.

"Y'know," he began, throwing his cig on the ground and stomping it out, hands in pockets, "I'm not all that good at Chem."

"I don't believe you for a minute. You're always so focused!" she blurted. His eyes flicked up to hers.

"You pay attention to me, huh?"

She pressed her lips together tight, her pulse racing again. Did she really admit that? Did she really just admit that to him of all people?

"Not specifically. I don't need to get good grades! My daddy can get me a job anywhere I want one."

"It don't seem that way when you're taking notes," he retorted, stepping closer.

"I can't fail a class, imbecile. I just don't have to ace one," she spat back, hands clutching at the bottom of her skirt.

"How about we meet up somewhere and work on that homework together," Johnny suggested, looking up at the sky. Pinky liked the way his neck looked when it was stretched out. His jaw was so defined and she noticed a few faint scars, most likely from fighting.

"Why would I hang out with you?! I have better things to do than that."

"Like get ignored by Derby?"

Pinky looked over. Her feet were getting tingly already. He'd struck a nerve, and he knew it.

"Well, I'm right, ain't I?" Johnny questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"That..." She fixed her posture and glared. "That is not true!"

"My offer still stands, but if you aren't gonna do it, I might as well get one of the nerds to do it for me," he responded, challenging her.

"I'll help you, but it's not for your benefit. I wouldn't want to associate myself with anyone who willingly speaks to them," Pinky replied, her face tingling with warmth.

"Alright, alright. Meet me at that crab shack place on your side of town."

As soon as he was out of sight, she broke into a mile wide grin.