Greasing the Floors. Tag;; Johnny

[LOLA]
What the hell was so different about Lola anyway? Mandy was every bit as much of a slut as she was, anyway, but oh no, Mandy was a cheerleader. Lola would be a damned cheerleader too if Mandy didn't make sure that Lola was blocked from the team. Girls were always doing these things to her. It was because of these jealous bitches that Lola didn't have any girl friends. Sure, Lola would love to go out shopping with a girl and gossip about her many boyfriends without them all banding together and finding out just how many people exactly were messing around with Lola. But no, it was safe to say every female at Bullworth hated her. Thank goodness she had male attention to bask in.

Most of the time anyway. Today was one of the "We don't like Lola" days for the Greasers. So naturally, they kept talking about cars and bikes even louder every time she came around to tell them about her idea to screw around with the cheerleaders. What Lola needed was her man- her main one, that was. Sure, she wasn't the most constant lover with Johnny, but at least he was always there for her. Except right now, when she couldn't find him anywhere. Shoving past Hal and Norton- not an easy task, she wandered outside of the auto-shop, narrowing her eyes. Where was he?

It wasn't a shock that today was another one of those bad days for Johnny. In fact, it was a common occurrence now a days to the other greasers. Why was he always in such a bitter mood? Tck, like hell he knew. The thought always crossed his mind, but never stayed for to long. Well, where was your left hand man when you needed him? Where was your number one when you needed her? No where, that's where. "Whatever, man." Johnny grunted under a short breath, while shoving his was past several students.

"Fuckin' runts....Rich scum..."

He spat, pushing passed several others. A sneer curled up his lip. It was disgusting how carefree the rest of these kids were. Not as stressed, not as angry. He wanted to be like them, oh but he couldn't. Being the clique's leader and having a two-faced broad wasn't exactly luxury compared to the a preppie's life style, what with their fancy caviar, and rich clothes.... One of was probably lockin' lips with her right now...

Damn. Johnny needed a smoke right now.

A growl rumbled in the pit of his throat, and he plucked a cancer stick from his leather jacket. Shortly after, he dug around some more, and pulled his zippo lighter out. "Good." He sighed in relief, and jammed the cigarette in his mouth and lit it the moment it stuck in place. The leader's eyes shifted from left to right, eying each and every person. No preppies, all greasers, no Lola. His fists clenched into sweaty fists, before he shoved Ricky to the side, and continued searching for his unfaithful harlot. Sure, she always left him heartbroken, but she always managed to fix his mood up somehow.

Then, there she was, pushing Hal and Norton out of the way. A smile painted its way onto Johnny's face. "There she is." He called, hiding hints of irritation in his voice. If anything, she was the only one he needed to be seeing. Yes, almost every time they conversed, it ended up in a fight. It would half to do. He was in desperate need of a mood boost. "Now, where ya' been, Lola?" He questioned, hesitantly moving his way in and coiling his arms around her. Already he could feel his stomach churn. Butterflies. Crap. Now the only other thought in his mind was to keep cool, for her, of course.