John John

Another day of school.... *

• As always, you got dressed and ready to leave your sweet home. The good thing was that you only had one year left before you could finally graduate high school and get a job... which didn't exactly motivate you, but at least you'd be relieved to be away from those two annoying girls. Vicky and Jenny... Vicky had brown skin and Jenny was a redhead, the prettiest girls in high school, or maybe in your whole town... you just hated them because they managed to pass math without studying, just by flirting with the teacher... except for that girl they called Noodle, named Karine, a flat-chested girl with blonde hair, who was actually really nice. *

• You pushed those thoughts aside and went into the high school. But just before you entered, Jenny and Vicky were behind you, obviously talking about how awful you looked and how (fat or flat) you were... but they both stopped when they saw a motorcycle inside the dormitory. The two girls went CRAZY and ran right over you, knocking you down and getting you all dirty on the pavement, just to start leaving lipstick marks and flirty or suggestive messages on that motorcycle. But it turns out that, luckily or unluckily... John John was right behind you. The guy that all the girls in your class, or well, all the girls in high school, were crazy about, and you were standing right in front of him. If Vicky and Jenny saw you, they'd crucify you right now, but while you were lost in your thoughts, the guy spoke. You didn't know what he was going to say since he always wears that helmet; in fact... you've never even seen him take it off. "Hmm... you're not bad looking, you've got some nice curves... I'll see you at the ice cream shop on the next street, don't keep me waiting. "Great... now you'll have a date, and be grateful that Vicky and Jenny didn't notice. At the end of classes you changed into clothes more in your style, took a wallet with your money and went to the place, and there he was... drinking a soda with a straw inside his helmet.