I
have to decide on a high school. Even though I'm only in
eight
grade next year, but whatever. Have to go to Central
for at least
a year... Cuz its my home school. Then I'm thinking
either Donevan
or McLaughlin.
Chapter Fifteen
This private place, as you've probally figured out, just happened to be the lot. It's funny because whenever we're bored we always end up going there. But we were not expecting what was in store for us.. Oh, no we weren't. I had no idea we were being stalked, but I think that's saying too much. Me and Johnny were just innocently sitting there in silence. But it wasn't an awkward, uncomfortable silence... it was just silence.
I decided to break it.
"So what now?"
Really, what now? I was still completely bored out of my mind, but I didn't have to wait long for this to get up close, personal and interesting, because the next thing we knew there were about ten girls in front of us, batting their eyelashes and flipping their hair. I looked at them like they were crazy.
"Hey Johnny Cade, I think shyness is sexy," said one, and she giggled as his eyes bulged and he slightly backed away. Now, if I didn't like Johnny, I wouldn't laugehd at his situation, but instead, I growled.
"Screw off."
The bleach-blonde, the one who spoke, turned to me, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow I bet she plucked. She probally had a unibrow. Ha. But anyway, she looked suprised, and I knew she hadn't even noticed me. I snorted at her stupidity, and stood up, as if to act meanacing.
"Who are you?"
The girl grinned, and at that moment I realized she was drunk. She replied with the most over-used line ever.
"Your worst nightmare."
The others however, were now coming onto Johnny, and I suddenly wondered how they knew his name. So I asked. But at my question, one of them giggled, and grinned.
"Oh, we have our ways."
Oh my god, stalkers much? I was seriously going to kill these chicks. And if they giggled one more time... One of them giggled. That was enough to push me over the edge. I snatched Johnnys lighter, placed it underneath the girls bleach-blonde hair and lit it before she could move. She screamed once she saw what I'd done, and didn't hesitate to shove the lighter my way. Unluckily for me it was still lit, and she was forcing it towards my arm. So, I dropped it, and it lit anothers shoes on fire. Apparently they'd forgotten the stop, drop and roll rule, because they ran off in search of water.
In a few seconds they were back. I noticed some of the bleach blondes hair was singed off, and one wasn't wearing her shoes anymore. Ha. Take that, feel my wrath, and most importantly, cower in fear. I was really pissed off, and didn't plan on stopping.
"You stupid..." she started, but I cut her off with a good hard shove to the ground.
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(At The Curtis')
"So... there were fangirls that stalked Johnny?" questioned Steve, giving me and off look as I nodded.
"Oh yeah, a whole group of them. Then I lit ones hair on fire... then ones shoes."
Soda grinned and exchanged glances with Steve.
"Oh, you must really like Johnny."
By this point the gang had found out about me and Johnny, but I was still really defensive about it, and hardly over the shock. So the next thing I knew I was screaming at the top of my lungs.
"YES! YES I DO, OKAY! OHMYGOD SHUTUPPP! THAT GIRL WAS A STUPID LITTLE... GRRR."
I'd wanted to make a point, but the two just stared at me like I was crazy, until the phone rang, and just dieing for a interruption, I snatched it off the reciever.
"Hello?"
"Don't hello me!"
Wow, whoever this was sounded extremely mad.
"Uh... who is this?"
"Your worst nightmare."
Suddenly, I knew who this was. It was that stupid chick who's hair I lit on fire.
"How did you get this number?..."
"I told you hon, we're stalkers."
She giggled and hung up. Suddenly, I actually felt scared of these girls. Not because they intimidated me, but because they had the Curtis' number, which obviously meant they were stalkers. What if they got hold of Johnny? Who knows what crazy, demented things they'd do? Gahh.
The I realized something.
Where was Johnny?
Oh my. A twist! AND a
cliffy. Omg I am so fantastically fantastic.
Ha. Sorry that I'm
retarded, I think I need to go to Physco-rehab.
BUT I LIKE BEING
PHYSCO! -Cries-
