Hiya! I'm sorry that this took a while, but I've been up to all sorts this week, so I haven't spent a tremendous amount of time on writing.

Italics are thoughts, as always

Disclaimer: If I owned Bully, then Beatrice and Johnny would be a couple in the original game. Sadly I don't, so anyone who likes Beatrice/Johnny has to settle for this.

Chapter 34- Interrupted

Johnny's POV

The stars flickered in the black sky uncertainly while the trees cast odd shadows from the street lights that some random idiot hadn't smashed. The school entrance was even more daunting than the first time I'd seen it as an eleven year old kid.
"Hurry up!" I pleaded mentally, walking up and down outside the school gates. Almost on cue, the nerd showed up.

Beatrice looked nicer without the uniform I normally saw her in; the blue dress replacing the astronomy club clothes suited her delicate frame well, and her dark blond hair was down, framing her face. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light now that she wasn't wearing her glasses.
"Sorry if I'm a bit late- I couldn't find my spray anywhere." she explained, holding up the familiar red container as proof.
"You still carry that?" I commented, glacing at the "candy spray" dangling between the girl's fingers.
"Yes."
"Don't you trust me?" I joked.
"Of course I do, you silly boy," she teased, her lips turned upwards into a smile."But the preps all seemed very happy recently, so there's no harm in being careful. Anyway, have you got the bike ready?"
"Yep." I grinned, gesturing towards the BMX I'd spent the afternoon tuning."You look nice, by the way." Perhaps it was just the dark playing tricks on me, but I was almost sure that she went red at the compliment.

After a few minutes chatting about day-to-day stuff while I peddled, we arrived at the beach.

Here comes the most awkward night of my life...

Pinky's POV

"...Stay here, Darling. I'm not having you near that greaseball. The boys can keep you company until I get back."
"How typical of you to think I can't take care of myself. And yet Tad is allowed to go!" Thankfully, a splendid idea cret into my head a few moments later as Derby droned on.
"Fine, I won't go with you." I sighed, pulling a martyred expression. Smiling triumphantly

The second the young harrington had vanished into the grand House, I whipped out my mobile. Well, Derby only said I wasn't to go with him... Congratulating myself on the thought, I jabbed out the number of the one person I knew would kill her own mother in cold blood for the gossip she'd obtain by accompanying me.
"Christy? You'll never guess what's happening at the beach..."

Beatrice's POV

"Can you believe that?"
"Well, you know what Tad's like." I pointed out. Without warning, the reason behind being at the beach whacked me at full force."If I don't bring it up now, then I'll never find out."

"Johnny," I ventured. "Do you remember why we came down here?"
"Because our friends can't keep out of our business?" he guessed jokingly.
"Partly. Do you remember what we needed to talk about?". Silence screeched through the air.
"Yeah." he admitted ruefully. His grin was replaced by a grave, troubled frown."Listen, I know I shouldn't have done it, Bea. The truth is... I wanted to know if you were with anyone because... because... alikya." he mumbled, saying the words as if they were lodged in his throat. "What?"
"Pardon?Sorry, but you said that to quickly for me to-"
"I said I like you!" he repeated slightly louder than before, standing up.
"I know that you like me, or you wouldn't be friends with me, but why would that...". Suddenly, the truth slapped me in the face."Oh... it's not the kind of like I was talking about, is it?"
"Finally worked it out." Johnny agreed.

Realising my opportunity, I stood up to face the greaser, what I wanted to say thought out exactly. Unfortunately, whatever Johnny had felt was contagious- the second my eyes made contact with his, the words evaporated.
"Please say something."
"Think of something to say! Think of something to say, brain!"
"Um...How long have you...?"
"About two or three months." Two months! You idiot, Beatrice!"
"And... are you sure?"
"Bea, do you think I'd be here if I wasn't?"
A slight laugh escaped my mouth at my own ignorance.
"You're laughing at me?" he asked, pain ripping through his voice.
"Of course not. I'm laughing... because Cornelius kept calling tonight a date, saying that I liked you, and I told him that you didn't like me romantically.". He calmed down slightly at this explaination.
"Oh. And...?"
"And what?"
"Was he right? Do you like me?"
I hesitated for a moment to consider what he was asking me. Wherever I searched through my brain, there was only one word I could find. Grabbing his hand, I took a deep breath of the warm night air.
"Yes."

Pinky's POV

"Christy, keep back!" I hissed at the redhead, tugging her back behind the safety of the wall.
"Pinky, this is the gossip of the century! Why did you phone me if- Oh... my God"
What we saw next is not something I want to describe past the words "Nerd", "Johnny" and "Kissing". Before I even had a second to voice my shock, I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Pinky!" an english accent exclaimed, causing me turn around immediately. There stood Derby, his blond hair a mess from the bike ride here and a look of utter annoyance on his face. Tad and Bif stood behind him, Tad with a such a self-satisfied smirk on his face that I could almost hear the "can't even even get his fianc to listen to him" remark brewing in the boy's minds.
"Gentlemen, go on without me." Derby ordered before turning his attention back to me. "Darling, this isn't a good place for you to be. What if this gets out of hand?"
"It won't get out of hand between a grand total of four boys."
"Pinky, please... stay here, and I'll take you home when this is finished."
"But-"
"Never mind "but". I'll be back in ten minutes." he cut in, kissing my cheek lightly before striding towards the odd couple (who had managed to drag their mouths apart and were now walking back up the pier).

The next ten minutes included several sights that I shall never forget; my fiance's fist smashing into the greaser's face, Derby doubled over in pain after a swift punch to the stomach; Bif with both hands to his face in howling agony due to what looked like a candy spray in the nerd's hands; Johnny pulling Beatrice onto the front of his bike before speeding off into the darkness, leaving my fianc and his friends to pick themselves up. Once Derby had finally collected himself, he strode back to me, acting as though the punches hadn't hurt him at all. As I took in the bruise on his cheek and the hand clutching his stomach, the comment that had been brewing in my head poured out:

"And I can't look after myself?"