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“Don’t say anything?” Johnny gaped down at me. “Shannon, if she’s giving you shite, then I most definitely am going to say something.” He turned back to glare at Bella. “A lot of fucking somethings.”
“She didn’t!” I lied, desperate to defuse the situation and stop this from exploding. “I swear.”
“Don’t even think about lying to me again,” Johnny shot back, looking furious. “You’re crying and there’s a girl over there with a vendetta against me shooting fucking daggers at us.” Narrowing his eyes, he bit out, “I’m doing the math here, Shannon, and two plus two equals a bad bitch.”
“No, you’re wrong, I just—” My words broke off and I grunted as a sharp pain ricocheted through my belly.
“Shite.” His hand shot out and clasped my elbow, steadying me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I strangled out, breathing through my nose, as I clutched my side. “I’m fine.”
“Jesus Christ,” Johnny exclaimed, gaping down at me with a horrified expression. “Did she hit you?”
“What? No!” I spluttered, panicked.
His gaze darkened. “Is it her? Has she been giving you shit?” He reached up and touched my neck. “Was that her?”
I shook my head.
“Don’t lie to me, Shannon,” he growled. “I fucking hate liars.”
“I’m not lying to you!”
“Then tell me what’s going on,” he demanded, running a hand through his hair. Exhaling a frustrated growl, he added, “Please tell me before I lose my shit and crack up.”
Oh god.
Mortified, I waved for Johnny to come closer, and when he did, I leaned up on my tiptoes and whispered into his ear, “I’m after getting my period.”
I closed my eyes when I said this, mentally kicking myself for telling him this.
“It’s my first one,” I quickly rambled on, watching his side profile carefully as I indulged him with my worst nightmare. “And I’m in some serious pain.”
Rocking back down on my heels, I exhaled shakily and peeked up at his face, expecting him to turn and run for the hills.
Johnny certainly looked horrified, and his entire frame had frozen, but he didn’t run, and the hand he had on my elbow didn’t move, either. It tightened.
Rooted to the spot, I stared up at him in terror while he mirrored me.
“You coming, Kav?” one of his friends called out.
Johnny waved a hand, gesturing that he was busy.
“Johnny?”
“Fuck off, Feely,” he growled. “I’m talking here.”
“Alright, lad, but we’re heading down town for lun—”
“I said I’m fucking talking here!” Johnny snarled. “Piss off.”
“I probably shouldn’t have told you that,” I quickly finished, stepping back, putting some space between us, cheeks burning an unflattering shade of scarlet. “Go on with your friend. I’m fine.”
“That’s what’s wrong?” he asked, ignoring my words, blue eyes searching mine. “That’s why you’re crying?”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
“You’re in pain?”
