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the most popular girl at bullworth.: NOT funny.

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“I mean, I don’t know how Hattrick was even allowed to give me detention on Valentines’ Day. Isn’t that a national holiday or something?” Mandy griped to a disinterested Damon. She’d spent the whole day dodging the affections of the Nerds and laughing at the ones who had the gall to actually…

Lola leaned against the entrance of the Shop classroom, waiting for someone, anyone, to finish their work and leave. She needed someone to help her out or at least distract her from the…situation she’d gotten herself into.

She pulled out a box of cigarettes, and lit one. She had taken a few drags when she heard footsteps coming from the right of the building, where the garage eventually led out into the parking lot. The hand holding the cigarette fell to her side and she walked slowly towards the corner and peeked around. Who was hanging around the garage? Most of the guys were either inside working on their cars or bikes or were off in New Coventry. 

Lola stared as the footsteps grew nearer. A figure rounded the corner and Lola cursed sharply. Mandy. 

She rushed back towards the doorway and attempted to hide in front of the door. 

Of course it was Mandy. God, she’d probably found those tacky chocolates. Okay, maybe she wouldn’t look towards the door. Maybe she’d just continue on her way.

What did Mandy think of those chocolates? What was she going to do? What would Johnny think?

Lola crouched next to the door and stared at the ground where her cigarette had fallen, forgotten. She watched it glow and burn out as she waited for Mandy to approach.

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lovelylittle-lady replied to your post: Nice black eye. I’m guessing there’s some sort of pathetic story to go with it?

Ouch. Y’know, couldn’t I just be worried? It’s sooo unfair that you assume the worst. Besides, I’m sure there’s some GREAT reason for you…

Wow, really? I thought looking like a hooker just came naturally to you.

I’m glad I don’t get myself into situations that give me herpes, tramp. Why don’t you go throw yourself at little rich snobs instead of trying to pick on me?

Like a hooker? Really? Have you looked at yourself?

Whatever, I look good. Johnny thinks so.

I didn’t come up to you trying to pick on you. You started the attitude first honey. I just wanted to know what happened. 

And I told you to keep your nose out of my business. Not my fault that your life isn’t interesting enough.

I shouldn’t have to take this from you. I’m so much more popular than you are.

Tch, I’m sure my life is more interesting than yours. At least my popularity isn’t fake.

Shouldn’t have to take this?! Well excuuuse me. I was just worrie-…curious about what happened.
Ugh, you’re such a bitch.

Yeah, your popularity’s totally real, if you think that sleeping with every guy in the school is considered popularity.

I’d rather be a bitch than a tramp.

I haven’t slept with most of those guys! Ugh, so unfair! Just because guys like me, everyone thinks I sleep around. I can’t help it if people like me. At least I know they don’t all hate me behind my back.

Really? Cause you don’t seem very happy with how you are now.

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lovelylittle-lady replied to your post: Nice black eye. I’m guessing there’s some sort of pathetic story to go with it?

Ouch. Y’know, couldn’t I just be worried? It’s sooo unfair that you assume the worst. Besides, I’m sure there’s some GREAT reason for you…

Wow, really? I thought looking like a hooker just came naturally to you.

I’m glad I don’t get myself into situations that give me herpes, tramp. Why don’t you go throw yourself at little rich snobs instead of trying to pick on me?

Like a hooker? Really? Have you looked at yourself?

Whatever, I look good. Johnny thinks so.

I didn’t come up to you trying to pick on you. You started the attitude first honey. I just wanted to know what happened. 

And I told you to keep your nose out of my business. Not my fault that your life isn’t interesting enough.

I shouldn’t have to take this from you. I’m so much more popular than you are.

Tch, I’m sure my life is more interesting than yours. At least my popularity isn’t fake.

Shouldn’t have to take this?! Well excuuuse me. I was just worrie-…curious about what happened.
Ugh, you’re such a bitch.

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lovelylittle-lady replied to your post: Nice black eye. I’m guessing there’s some sort of pathetic story to go with it?

Ouch. Y’know, couldn’t I just be worried? It’s sooo unfair that you assume the worst. Besides, I’m sure there’s some GREAT reason for you…

Wow, really? I thought looking like a hooker just came naturally to you.

I’m glad I don’t get myself into situations that give me herpes, tramp. Why don’t you go throw yourself at little rich snobs instead of trying to pick on me?

Like a hooker? Really? Have you looked at yourself?

Whatever, I look good. Johnny thinks so.

I didn’t come up to you trying to pick on you. You started the attitude first honey. I just wanted to know what happened. 

Lola, Lo-Lo-Lo-Lo-Lola.

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lovelylittle-lady:

“Course I like it. It was just so sweet of you. I haven’t taken it off much actually. I’m afraid of nicking it, but it’s just so pretty.”

Lola finished inspecting the bruise and gave an appreciative smile. “It certainly makes you look tough. I think I like it.” She noticed he’d smeared a line of grease on his face, most likely while he’d been working in the Garage, and she wiped the smudge away. Johnny always got caught up in his work; she loved when he got all serious about it.

Johnny seemed to have cooled off considerably, and she was glad that he hadn’t questioned whether she was telling the truth or not. She wouldn’t have been able to deal with anymore distrust when she’d been trying pretty hard to stay “loyal.” Eesh, the idea still seemed unfamiliar to her.

She tried to act upon his better mood; maybe even get him happy with her again. She moved closer to Johnny and looked up at him through her eyelashes.

“So you showed those boy’s who’s boss huh? You’re just so strong. I bet they won’t ever think of givin’ me the eye again.”

Johnny felt his grin grow, and he felt on top of the world again. Lola liked his gift, she wasn’t cheating on him, and she was actually with him. It couldn’t get much better than this! And she thought the bruise he got for her was tough. Well, he knew it was tough, but when she said it and said she liked it, he regretted that it would fade in a couple days. Lola just had that effect on him.

“Yeah, I thought a’ you when I saw it and I wanted to get ya somethin’ nice, y’know? Since you’re my girl and all, I gotta treat you right,” his smile broadened, making his bruise throb, but he ignored it, “I’m a tough guy, it just shows it off.”

When she wiped something off his face, grease probably, he had to lean away slightly. Sure, he hadn’t known it was there and it was good for him to look at least a bit clean for his girl, but he had to keep up appearances, and having his face wiped off like a little kid was not good for his image. Who was she, his ma? In all honesty, he didn’t mind it, because it was her, but his reflexes protected his image first, even if no one was around.

Then Lola got closer and started really sweet talking him, even though he wasn’t angry anymore. Oh man! He grinned, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. She always smelled real nice and was soft and he knew she was the most sought-after girl in the entire town, which made him feel great that she stuck with him. Most of the time, anyways.

“Ah, dollface, you know I ain’t never gonna lose to some punks, especially not when it’s over you. I taught ‘em a real good lesson, they better not bother you. If they do, I’ll pound them again. I’m the king around here, they’re gonna show me some respect.”

Lola smiled when Johnny pulled her closer. She loved when Johnny held her like this. He seemed happier now, and comfortable with her again. Good.

It’s not like she didn’t like when Johnny got all jealous (he was just so passionate about it,) but she didn’t want him to be angry at her for something she didn’t even do. Johnny also deserved some happiness after his time in the slammer. He shouldn’t have even been there in the first place! She’d need to make up for any trouble she’d caused since his return. Johnny was always so stirred up after a fight, especially if it involved her in some way. He’d need some sweetening up.

“Oooh, you are the king. You’re just so…dangerous. I’m sure I won’t need to worry about those guys anymore and their bad behavior.”

As she spoke, Lola reached her arms around him and nestled her head by his ear. She lowered her voice and spoke in huskier tones. Yet she let out a small, sincere “Thanks baby,.” after her more seductive statements. His hair tickled her face a bit as she let him hold her.

Lola, Lo-Lo-Lo-Lo-Lola.

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Lola pulled her head up and looked directly at Johnny. He really HAD beaten those other boys up. She resisted the urge to smile at how deliciously emotional he was, and instead clenched her fists at her sides and focused on her own anger instead. Flirting usually didn’t work like she wanted it to when Johnny was all worked up.

“You really beat em’ up? Heh, I bet they didn’t stand much of a chance against you though.” She crossed her arms and gave Johnny a wary look before continuing. “They weren’t my boyfriends though. Sure I let them flirt a little, but I never actually did anything. I wouldn’t do that to yo-…I mean, I haven’t really been around the guys much since Christmas. I’ve been good, but no one notices! It’s so unfair!”

At this point, she started fiddling with the necklace again, and looked away. She wasn’t very comfortable with this; even though her flirting had been toned down lately, she was reminded of her…affairs from before and didn’t want to face them. She was also angry that Johnny’d gone and thought she’d cheated again.

But Johnny had fought those guys, and she wanted to think that he’d done it for her. Her temper cooled and she took a few steps to stand in front of Johnny. She looked into his face and noticed the ugly bruise. With practiced sweetness,she gently brought her fingers up to the injury.

“Does it hurt baby?”

Johnny’s chest swelled a little with pride when she complimented his fighting skills. The fact that she was clenching her fists tightly at her sides didn’t escape his notice, but he didn’t register that it might be her angry. She usually tried to sweet talk him out of his meltdowns, and that’s he was expecting. He was waiting for her to use her seductive voice and compliment how attractive he was when flustered. 

“Yeah, they didn’t stand a chance against the king,” he glanced curiously at her, “They…. They weren’t?”

She wasn’t going around behind him. She wasn’t ignoring him while he was in the slammer for a bit. He stood there dumbstruck. She wouldn’t do that to him. He watched as she fiddled with the locket he gave her and found himself smiling slightly. Angry or not, she was thinking about him, wearing his necklace. He felt his chest swell even more with pride and felt more of his anger melt away. It was just them two right then, he didn’t need to be angry.

“Ya like it, right? I thought you would….” She stepped closer to him and touched his cheek and he chuckled softly, ” Naw, it’s nuthin’. Can’t barely feel it.”

“Course I like it. It was just so sweet of you. I haven’t taken it off much actually. I’m afraid of nicking it, but it’s just so pretty.”

Lola finished inspecting the bruise and gave an appreciative smile. “It certainly makes you look tough. I think I like it.” She noticed he’d smeared a line of grease on his face, most likely while he’d been working in the Garage, and she wiped the smudge away. Johnny always got caught up in his work; she loved when he got all serious about it.

Johnny seemed to have cooled off considerably, and she was glad that he hadn’t questioned whether she was telling the truth or not. She wouldn’t have been able to deal with anymore distrust when she’d been trying pretty hard to stay “loyal.” Eesh, the idea still seemed unfamiliar to her.

She tried to act upon his better mood; maybe even get him happy with her again. She moved closer to Johnny and looked up at him through her eyelashes.

“So you showed those boy’s who’s boss huh? You’re just so strong. I bet they won’t ever think of givin’ me the eye again.”

Well, my little friend, I'm the KING around here!: Johnny was hunched over a bike, tightening the chain and spinning the...

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Johnny was hunched over a bike, tightening the chain and spinning the wheels experimentally when he heard someone’s footsteps approaching the garage. Must have been one of his guys, maybe bringing in more oil or parts, or maybe even a bike. He didn’t really pay it much mind, wiping some sweat from…

Lola pulled her head up and looked directly at Johnny. He really HAD beaten those other boys up. She resisted the urge to smile at how deliciously emotional he was, and instead clenched her fists at her sides and focused on her own anger instead. Flirting usually didn’t work like she wanted it to when Johnny was all worked up.

“You really beat em’ up? Heh, I bet they didn’t stand much of a chance against you though.” She crossed her arms and gave Johnny a wary look before continuing. “They weren’t my boyfriends though. Sure I let them flirt a little, but I never actually did anything. I wouldn’t do that…I mean, I haven’t really been around the guys much since Christmas. I haven’t cheated, honestly. I’ve been good, but no one notices! It’s so unfair! Why won’t anyone give me some credit?! Why won”t you?!”

At this point, she started fiddling with the necklace again, and looked away. She wasn’t very comfortable with this; even though her flirting had been toned down lately, she was reminded of her…affairs from before and didn’t want to face them. She was also angry that Johnny’d gone and thought she’d cheated again.

But Johnny had fought those guys, and she wanted to think that he’d done it for her. Her temper cooled and she took a few steps to stand in front of Johnny. She looked into his face and noticed the ugly bruise. With practiced sweetness,she gently brought her fingers up to the injury.

“Does it hurt baby?”