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The rest of the weekend goes by pretty slow, I hung out with my mom a bit and talked with Susan also.

Now, it's monday. 7:00 A.M. Hallways are filled, people running and laughing down the halls. I open my locker, and see a note.

"Good morning my girl. I hope you're doing good, meet me at my locker. I love you, Johnny L." It read.

My face plasters with a stupid smile, blushing madly.

As I walk through the halls, I finally spot Johnny with his back against his locker, wearing his black shirt, that damn chain, and his ripped jeans. He looks good.

I walk over to him, and place my hands on his chest.

"Hey Princess." He says, kissing my cheek softly.

"Hey Johnny." I say with a smile.

"I missed you." He says.

"I missed you too." I say, grabbing his hand to hold.

"We've got class in a bit, so we better head down there, yeah?" He says.

"Yeah." I say as we continue to walk down the hall.

"Heyy!" The cobra boys call out from the corner.

"Hey guys." I say with a smile.

"How was the rest your weekend?" Tommy asks me, going to the other side of me to walk with Johnny and I.

"Good, how about you?"

"Pretty good, Kreese is being a pain." He says, huffing out air.

"Bro he made us practice for almost the whole day." Bobby says, groaning.

"Well he's just preparing us." Johnny says, shrugging his shoulders.

"He's a dick. Old man." Bobby says, rolling his eyes.

"True." Johnny says.

"Alright, well we will see you guys later. Vic and I have class now." Johnny says, swiftly pulling my waist towards his.

"Bye lovebirds!" Bobby calls out, bolting down the hallway.

"Do you want to go somewhere quickly?" Johnny asks me.

"No. We have class soon." I say.

"Please! There's a new vending machine!" He pleads.

"Johnny," I plead.

"Just five minutes. I really want to see the new snacks there!" He begs.

"Fine, let's go quickly." I say.

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"There it is!" Johnny says, smiling as he sees the shiny new vending machine.

"You're like a toddler." I say, laughing softly.

He rolls his eyes playfully, and grabs his bag of cookies.

"Eee! This is the best day of my life!" He squeals.

"Okay let's go!" I say, grabbing his hand.

"I know something that's way better than class." He says, grabbing my waist.

"Didn't you just squeal over a bag of cookies?" I say.

"Let me have my moment, they're the good ones." He says.

"Fine, what's "better" than class?" I ask.

"You." He whispers in my ear, pulling me in gently the collar of my shirt.

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