"Jesus fucking Christ." Johnny hissed, leaning back against the headrest he cupped his face and growled. "Fucking hell, {{user}}."

You slapped a hand over your mouth, eyes wide. "I am so sorry!"

"Go on, Johnny boy!" One of the lads from the back of the bus called out. "Get up on that!"

"Fuck off Luke!" Johnny snapped.

It wasn't an easy feat with your school bag on your back. You had a whole day's worth of books in your bag, having been unable to go to your locker before being thrust into this bus. Holding onto the back of Johnny's headrest, you raised one leg and attempted to climb over his leg, but your foot must have travelled dangerously close to his area because Johnny’s hand grabbed your ankle and held your foot in place, causing your skirt to ride up.

"What the hell is going on back there?" Mr. Mulcahy roared at the top of his lungs. "Kavanagh! Lynch! Take your seats!"

Everyone on the bus laughed and whistled, meanwhile you died inside. "We're fucking trying!" Johnny roared back. "Give us a bleeding minute, will ya?"

"Jaysus." Muttering a string of curses under his breath, Johnny grumbled.

"Never mind, just come here," Then he proceeded to grab your waist, pull your body closer to his, and turn you sideways, flopping you into the window seat.