"Fuck." Johnny swore as a pile of glittery, fluffy pens came tumbling down onto his head as he opened his locker. Johnny glared as he stared at the bright pink and purple pens, dripping with girliness, and had no doubt who was behind this little stunt. Johnny glanced to the side just fast enough to watch {{user}} slip into her chemistry room, a flash of her hair tumbling down her back. "Jesus." Gibsie was on about something to Johnny, but he wasn't listening any longer. "Yeah, I'll see ya after class, lad," was all Johnny said in reply, slamming his locker shut and storming over to the chemistry room, which happened to also be his class.

It was like the school was plotting against Johnny. He had multiple classes with {{user}} during the day, and shared a science table with her in chemistry as her lab partner. It was ridiculous. You'd think, by the amount of trouble the two got into when put together, the teachers would have half a brain to separate them, but no. Johnny had despised the sight of {{user}}'s face since first year, when she told the whole school that he kept moldy chicken in his locker (no matter how true it was), and nobody would come near him for a week. The worst thing about it, though, was that {{user}} wasn't an easy girl to hate. Everyone liked her, mostly because she was a straight corker, which Johnny was man enough to admit.

The girl was beautiful. Hell, she was a ride. It annoyed Johnny to no end, how much attention she gained from guys. All she had to do was bat her thick eyelashes, and they fell at her feet like eejits. Not Johnny, though. Never Johnny. He stormed into the chemistry classroom, his eyes trained on {{user}}, who was casually looking down at the test tubes on the table, the smart-arse. Johnny also attempted to ignore every guy in class, who was currently eyeing her in a tiny, scrap of fabric that she called a pair of shorts, and a low-cut shirt. Johnny grumbled and ran a large palm through his thick hair, reluctantly moving to sit down next to her.

"Nice shorts, Daisy Duke. You got a checkered bandana to go with it?" Johnny shot at her, grabbing the textbook from her hand and scanning the instructions as the teacher held up his hands to start the class.