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God…
The smile he was sporting grew into a full, perfectly straight pearly-white smile. “Hi, Shannon.”
Oh crackers…
“Well, I’m good,” I said, tone a little strained. “And you’re good. So, it’s all…good.”
“That’s good,” he replied, lips twitching.
“Yeah, it’s all good,” I answered, cringing at my awkwardness.
Johnny smirked down at me. “Good.”
Mortified, I looked up at his face and then quickly away again as I strived to never utter the word good again.
“I watched your match,” I blurted out instead. “Congratulations.”
Oh yeah, Shannon, because that’s much better. You should have stuck with good, idiot!
“I know,” Johnny replied with a small smile. “I saw you.”
I opened my mouth to say something, anything to save myself, but I came up empty and shrugged helplessly instead.
“Did you get my note?” Johnny asked, thankfully saving me from trying to form a coherent sentence.
“Yeah, and I wanted to thank you for the money,” I told him, voice small. “I just didn’t know if I should—”
“Don’t worry about it,” he interrupted with a smile. “I didn’t expect a thank-you.”
“It’s too much, by the way,” I quickly added, tucking my hair behind my ear. “My mother got a new skirt for thirty euro.”
“I hope she got you those tights you wanted,” he countered with a knowing grin.
Oh, dear god.
That boy’s smile is something else…
“Uh, yeah.” I blushed scarlet. “Those were only a fiver.” Sliding my hands into my coat pockets, I looked down at my shoes, inhaled a shaky breath, and then faced him once again. “I can pay you back the rest of it—”
“No way.” Johnny quickly dismissed that, wiping a speck of mud off his cheek. “Keep it.”
“Keep it?” I stared blankly. “You don’t want sixty-five euro back?”
“I hurt you,” he replied, his intense blue eyes locked on mine. “I fucked up. You’re not paying me back anything.”
Oh, thank god because my parents would never give me the money back.
“Are you sure?” I croaked out.
Johnny nodded and said, “Yeah, ’course,” before following it up with, “How’s the head?”
I smiled up at him. “All better.”
“You sure?” he asked, smirking now. “No residual damage that might land me in trouble? I don’t need to call in the lawyers, do I?”
“W-what?” I gaped. “No, no. I’m fine. I would never sue you—”
“I’m messing with you, Shannon.” Johnny chuckled. Shaking his head, he added, “I’m really glad you’re okay.”
