Chapter Two-Hundred and Five
John smirked, kissing Claire's lips as she slipped her hands into his back pockets. He combed his fingers into her hair, pushing her into the lockers at her back. "Sweets…" He moaned into her mouth, pushing his tongue deeper into her.
"John!" Medusa gasped, marching up to him and shoving Claire away from him. "I thought we were engaged!" She held up her hand flicking her finger so that the diamond sparkled like a lighthouse. "How could you!"
John glared at her, eyes as black as night. "Fuck off Medusa." He growled, noticing that she was wearing a silky wedding gown. "I didn't propose to anyone."
"John, don't you remember our date last night?" She asked, looping her arm around his neck and grinding her body against him. "How we… had a few glasses of wine, the way we cuddled under my blankets, naked. The way you drilled into me, your body strong and forceful as we made love… the way you made me scream your name."
"Fuck off Medusa-" He yelped as she pulled his head down, trying to force her off of him as her lips locked on his.
"Let him go!" Claire screamed, pulling Jessica's hair until her head was yanked away from John. "He's mine bitch!" She pushed her into the lockers, her hands wadding up in the white silk as she ripped it away from Jessica's spray-tanned skin. "Stay away!"
John gagged for a moment, able to taste that Medusa had been drinking shitty piss beer. "Claire. Back down." He barked, pulling something from his pocket. "I was going to wait until the concert, but since Medusa had to fuck up my plans…" He knelt to the ground, holding out the ring he'd bought to her and taking one hand. "Clarity Penelope Faith Standish, will you do me the honor… of becoming my wife?"
Medusa screamed in frustration, moving to hit John over the head until Mrs. Hernandez grabbed her wrists. "You fucking jerkoff!" She cried, kicking out at John and making hard contact with his bad leg. "You were meant to be with me!"
"Miss Jenkins. That is enough." Mrs. Hernandez growled, dragging her away from the teens.
John smiled, taking Claire's hand and slipping the ring onto her finger as tears glimmered in her eyes. He stood, gently kissing her neck and letting his hands slide down to her thighs before he pulled her onto his hips. "My Sweets." He whispered, being careful to not kiss her on the lips with Medusa's taste still in his mouth.
Chad groaned as he leaned on his table, setting a cup of coffee in front of John before he settled into his seat. "What's happening, Kiddo?" He asked, wrapping his hand around his side as his healing wounds started to give him hell.
"I'm going to help you with your debt." He stated, pushing a paper toward the older man with a pen. "It's not a gift though. It's a loan. A monthly payment of two-hundred dollars is part of the deal."
Chad read over the contract, looking up at John and Thomas as they patently waited. "You're sure about this?" He asked, smiling when John nodded. "You're a fucking saint, Kid." He picked up the pen, signing his name as John placed an envelope of money on the table.