Chapter Sixty-Six
John smirked as he walked up to his locker, noticing that Claire was right next to him. "Good afternoon, Sweets." He smiled, kissing the back of her neck before spinning in his combo to the lock. "How're you?" He asked, taking a pack of gum from his locker.
She smiled, watching as he popped a fresh stick of Bubblemint into his mouth. "Better now that you're here." She kissed his cheek, wrinkling her nose as the stubby beard tickled her lips. "How's my Hero doing?" She asked, noticing how he turned to watch a smaller kid walk through the halls behind them.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, letting her lean against his body. "Fantastic." He whispered, kissing her lips as he leaned against the lockers to help him support her weight, and also let her know what he was feeling as his hips pressed on her stomach. He moaned as she pushed her tongue into his mouth, fighting her for dominance and forcing his tongue deeper into her mouth.
She nipped at his lips, ignoring the hardening bulge in his jeans pressing against her bellybutton. "That's good." She smirked, slipping her fingers into his beltloops and pulling the waistband up higher on his skinny hips. "Where're the guys?" She asked, knowing that someone was supposed to tail him at all times. "Isn't it Andy's turn to keep an eye on you?"
John rolled his eyes, noticing a couple of other boys checking Claire out. "I don't need to have anyone tailing me anymore." He stated, placing his hands on the back of her hips, right above her butt, and pulling her closer to his body. "They're not bad."
She sighed, resting her head on his chest as she listened to his heart, she placed her hands on the back of his neck, pleased that he didn't shy away from her touching him there. "But you still get flare ups." She traced her fingers over the base of his neck, feeling the little scars from his father's chain and being choked into unconsciousness. "I don't want you to have one alone."
He nodded, brushing his lips over hers as the guys seemed to try to move in on them. "I'm not alone right now." He smiled, feeling her kiss him again.
She giggled, running a finger over his pink lips. "You're so dumb." She breathed, jumping as he tensed. "What's wrong?" She asked, looking up at his face to see his signature glare directed at something over her head. She glanced over her shoulder, noticing the guys leering at her. "Forget them, John." She ordered, taking his wrists in her hands and guiding his hands to her butt. "You're the only one I see."
John chuckled, clasping his fingers and covering her rear end with his hands. "Well, I can still see them." He pulled her closer, his muscles tightening with fear as his eyes landed on none other than Jessica Jenkins. "How the fuck did she get here?" He slid his hands back to Claire's back, making sure her body was covering the bulge in his pants.
Claire followed his line of sight, her blood heating when she saw the demon. "Ignore her." She ordered, pressing her hand being his head and pushing his mouth against hers. She pushed harder against his lips, feeling his lips lock with hers as his mouth moved with her as she set the pace.
John slid his hands down her hips, resting them on her thighs ready to pick her up when she pushed him off of her. "What the?"
Claire poked his side, her finger pressing on his bandage. "You can't lift me yet." She stated, slapping his chest.
He caught her hands in his, wincing as her fingers hit his broken ones. "Watch it, Princess, I'm still a broken toy." He chuckled, running his fingers over the back of her hands. "But not so broken that I can't love you." He dropped one of her hands, pushing his fingers into her hair. "My flame."
She rolled her eyes, handing him his water bottle as she noticed it had fallen out of his locker. "You're such a dork." She smiled, watching as he unscrewed the cap on his water and took a long swig.
He pulled the bottle away from his lips, his brow furrowing at the odd taste. "I'm your dork though." He smiled, shrugging the odd flavor off and taking another drink. "And you love me."
She nodded, wrapping her arms around his waist as the bell rang and he shut his locker. "I do." She smiled, breathing his scent of oil and metal in. "Did you already have shop?" She asked, looking at his hands for traces of oil and grease.
He shook his head, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Nope, I've got that next." He kissed her head, starting off toward the east wing of the school. "I'll see you at lunch." He chuckled, catching the kiss she blew to him and placing it in his pocket. "In case I get lonely in class!" He smirked, turning back to the shop as the last bell rang.