Johnny was his gang’s pet, like a scared puppy who’s been kicked too many times. You were a Soc, around the same age as Johnny. You talked every now and then, until he became extremely attached to you. He followed you around, clinging to your side every second of the day. You didn’t mind, of course, you enjoyed the company. Your friends were the ones who hated Johnny. Now you were patching him up in your bedroom after your friends beat him up. “I’m sorry..” Johnny mumbled quietly.