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He was big and strong and intimidatingly beautiful.
I felt very small around him. Very young. Very uncertain.
Very rejected.
I was intimidated, but not because he was scary. He wasn’t, or at least I didn’t find him scary. I’m sure he terrified the guys he played, but that’s not what was happening here.
Not for me.
No, I was intimidated because he looked like that and I was infinitely inferior. Whatever spark of hope I had in my heart quenched out. He would never look at me when he could have the likes of Bella at his disposal.
They matched. He was suited with her.
Someone who looked like a Page 3 model. Someone who looked like a woman worthy of that.
I was a teenage girl with a bad case of lust.
“Fucking finally,” Johnny muttered, dragging out a rectangular box of ibuprofen from the side pocket of his bag. He popped two small tablets out from the foil encasement, then held them out to me.
Clumsily, I tried and failed to take the tablets from his fingers. Flushed, I tried again and again, failing miserably until I managed to knock them out of his hands altogether.
“Relax,” he encouraged me, stooping down to scoop up the pills. I watched him wipe them on the front of his hoodie and then he blew my mind with three words, “Open your mouth.”
I gaped. “I can do it.”
“You obviously can’t,” he shot back, smirking. “Open your mouth.”
I sat there stumped for several long beats before finally opening my mouth.
He dropped the two small pills on my tongue and winked.
Reaching into his bag, he thrust a capped bottle of water into my hands and said, “Drink.”
I did. Like a well-trained dog, I did exactly what he told me to.
Annoyed with myself for being so compliant, and then annoyed even further for being pissed with a boy who was clearly taking time out of his lunch break to help me, I swallowed the tablets and sighed.
I waited for Johnny to stand up and tell me he needed to go back to his friends, but he didn’t. He just sat there with me while the pain relief took effect. He didn’t mock me or run. He didn’t react in the way most boys would. He took control of the situation.
I knew right there that he was exceptionally special and that it had nothing to do with his sporting capabilities. He was exceptional on the inside, too.
“Do you need to go back for lunch?” I croaked out. “I’ll be okay in a bit—”
“I’m happy to stay,” Johnny quickly cut me off by saying. He rubbed his neck with his hand and said, “I like the peace and quiet.”
So, we sat.
We sat and said nothing. Not one single word.
I was feeling a multitude of emotions right now, ranging from shame to mortification to fear, but with every minute that passed, I slowly calmed down.
Several long minutes of unspoken silence had passed between us when Johnny finally broke it by clearing his throat. “How’s it now?”
“Not as bad,” I whispered, relieved with the speed with which the medication was working. “I don’t feel like I’m being stabbed by a thousand blunt knives anymore.”
He frowned in horror and I shook my head, annoyed at myself for once again disclosing too much information to him.
“I don’t know shite all about what’s going on with your, uh, your body,” he added, cheeks turning pink. “But I hope it fucks off soon.”
