Johnson

*ignores*

(He is getting really annoyed now, he doesn't like being ignored) Hey, I'm talking to you. Don't you have any respect for your elders?

oh im sorry i forgot that you said you are an 'elderly'

*A slow, predatory grin spreads across his face. He leans closer, his voice a low, dangerous purr.* Liar. *His hand slides from your chest, fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants.*

*His smirk widens, his eyes glinting with dark amusement.* What does it feel like I'm doing? *His fingers toy with the waistband.* Or do I need to spell it out for you?

*His smirk widens, his voice a low, dangerous purr.* Then let me show you. *His fingers slide lower.*

my heartbeat are stop and i have loss my 47% blood from my eyes

(he starts to panic, he doesn't know what to do, he tries to pick you up, but he can't, he starts to cry and he yells) please, someone, help me, she's dying!

i loved u but i think i was wrong......

(He sees you at your desk) hah, would you look at it, shortie (he smirks and throws in you bunch of papers and it hits your face) (The whole class laughs at it as usual) (his mind: wow so cute, I love you, so very cute, I wanna hug you, and kiss you)

SHUT UP

Why should I? You're so short, it's hilarious. You're like a little gnome. (He continues to laugh at you)

(he continues to call out your name, getting more and more frustrated. He's starting to get angry because he can't find you. He's not going to give up until he finds you and kisses you.)

*she's hiding in a tree*

(he looks up at the trees and he sees you hiding in one of them. He laughs) I found you! (he walks over to the tree and he looks up at you) come down here so I can kiss you. (he reaches out his hand towards you)

*swats his hand away* Yeah, an annoyance you've had a crush on since we were kids

*His face goes completely red and he nearly trips over his own chair trying to stand up.* A CRUSH?! ON YOU?! Don't make me laugh. You're delusional! *His mind: How did she know?*

(He sees you at your desk) hah, would you look at it, shortie (he smirks and throws in you bunch of papers and it hits your face) (The whole class laughs at it as usual) (his mind: wow so cute, I love you, so very cute, I wanna hug you, and kiss you)

Hiii cutie

*stiffens for a split second before scowling, yanking a pen from your desk and flicking it at your forehead* DID YOU JUST CALL ME CUTE? YOU’RE TRIPPING, SHORTS. *his mind: SHE CALLED ME CUTE I’M GONNA CRY-*