THIRTY THREE — love bites

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        "I'M NOT GOING." bella said as she opened her locker and placed her books inside. "just tell coach that i got my period."

"oh please." chrissy said as she stood beside bella's locker. "don't let him get the best of you, besides you two are broken up, that means you can look around for another potential prom date. once word got around about you and johnny splitting up, guys are lining up to take you to prom."

"you're forgetting how johnny can be." bella said as she closed her locker and grabbed her backpack. "he'll beat up the first guy who asks me. i'm not going to prom, not so he can scare away any potential date and end up going with someone else just to spite me."

"c'mon bella! it's the senior prom!" chrissy said as she followed bella who was heading to her car to head home. "it's the only prom you're getting. forget about johnny, just go and have a good time."

"chrissy, it still hurts." bella sighed as she attempted to hold back her tears. "i'm going home."

"you're really gonna let big, bad johnny lawrence get under your skin?" chrissy said as she watched bella get in the driver's seat of her mercedes. "i thought you were tougher than that. what happened to the isabella monroe that didn't take shit from him? we need her back."

bella sighed as she took her seatbelt off and got out of the car. she grabbed her gym bag and sling it around her shoulder as she stood in front of chrissy, who was smiling.

"atta girl." chrissy smirked as she walked with bella to gym class. "he's gonna regret letting you go."

during gym class, bella and chrissy ran some laps around the soccer field and as they ran, the guys did their soccer drills. during their soccer drills, johnny often turned to stare at bella. he sighed as he admired the girl he once had, but now lost. of course, his pride wasn't gonna let him go up to her and apologize. while he stared at her, dylan carter, who was captain of the soccer team, noticed him staring at bella.

"too busy drooling over your ex, lawrence?" dylan said as he came up to johnny. "what'd you do this time?"

"it's none of your concern." johnny said.

"i hear she doesn't have a prom date." dylan smirked. "if you don't mind, i'll be asking her. she's gorgeous. tell me johnny boy, is she as tight as she looks?"

"watch it, carter." johnny said as he shoved dylan to the side. "i'd shut my mouth if i were you, before i kick your ass."

"ooh, easy there king cobra. remember she ain't yours anymore." dylan laughed as he stood face to face with johnny. "so if she's not with you anymore, you wouldn't mind if i got a piece of that ass, right?"

johnny pushed dylan to the ground as the other guys ran to where the two boys were about to fight. "you should've kept your mouth shut." johnny said as he clenched his fists and the guys held him back. "watch your back, carter. i fucking mean it."

bella saw all that from the sidelines and sighed to herself before making eye contact with johnny. she looked down and back at him before running back to where chrissy was. she hadn't made eye contact with him in days, which she missed looking into his baby blues. she missed him.

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it was friday night and word had gotten around about a party up in hollywood hills. chrissy had practically begged bella to join her and bella had given in. she saw this as an opportunity to relieve some stress due to her recent breakup and her preparations to head to new york.

as chrissy parked her car in front of the hollywood hills residence, she turned to the side to find bella looking a little bit nervous. she nudged bella and softly smiled.

"we can leave whenever you want." chrissy smiled. "you just say when and i'll drive you home. it's gonna be okay honey."

bella sighed and straightened out her outfit before taking off her seatbelt. she got out of the car and walked into the house, where the aroma of alcohol and sweat hit her nose. chrissy and bella pushed through the drunken crowd as they looked for ali, who had brought daniel as her date. bella got a red solo cup and made herself a mixed drink as she found the other guys.

"look who it is!" bobby smiled as he embraced bella. "you feeling better?"

"hanging in there, but i'm fine." bella smiled as she took a sip from her drink. as she sipped her drink, she found johnny dancing with a girl. her heart dropped as she saw her ex-boyfriend press his body up against the blonde.

"we told him not to, but you know johnny." tommy said as he stood next to bella. "he really misses you, bella. he won't stop thinking about you."

"yeah i can see that." bella scoffed as she finished her drink and went to get more alcohol. "he sure misses me, huh?"

bella walked over to the cooler to pull out a wine cooler. as she struggled to open it up, dylan carter came up to her and helped her open it up. bella smiled as she took a sip from the bottle.

"thanks." bella smiled. "dylan, right?"

"yeah." dylan smiled as she grabbed a beer from the cooler. "and you're bella monroe right? would you like to dance?"

"sure." bella smiled as she held the bottle in her hand. dylan led her into the dance floor and spun her. bella giggled as she began to dance with dylan. as she danced, johnny turned to find the two dancing together. he felt a strong feeling of jealousy rush through his body and excused himself from his date to go get a beer.

"i take it you found bella?" jimmy said as he approached johnny, who was getting a coors out from the cooler. "let her be and keep dancing with stephanie."

"she's dancing with dylan carter." johnny said as he took a swig of his beer. "asshole wants to take her to prom, but i just know he wants to fuck her."

"she won't let him." tommy said. "she's not easy."

"yeah, well, i better go show him." johnny said as he took another drink from the beer bottle. dutch pulled him back as he shoved him to the side.

"don't mess with her, man." dutch said. "leave her. let her come to you."

johnny was too jealous to listen to what anyone had to say. he was upset and already a little bit drunk. he pushed through the people and found dylan. "may i cut in?" he said as he stared at dylan.

"johnny, not tonight." bella scoffed as dylan held her close. "go grind your ass up against stephanie carson and leave us alone."

"i need to talk to you." johnny said as he took a swig of his beer. "i miss you princess."

"not while you're drunk." bella said rolling her eyes. "and i'm not your princess anymore."

"c'mon bella." johnny said as he stood in front of bella. "don't be such a bitch about it and let me talk to you."

"can't you take the fucking hint?" dylan said as he held bella closer to him. "go get yourself another bitch."

"yeah, but she's my girl." johnny said as he shoved dylan off of bella. "don't fucking touch her."

"or what?" dylan smirked as he let go of bella and stood in front of johnny. "i told you i would ask her to prom. i haven't gotten there yet, but she'll sure as hell forget your name after i'm done with her."

johnny took one last swig of his beer before putting it aside and punching dylan right in the jaw. dylan fought back as a fight broke out. bella attempted to pull johnny back, but johnny pushed her aside. the guys and chrissy went to find bella and to pull johnny off of dylan, which was unsuccessful because the two boys went at each other.

"i told you to watch your fucking back." johnny said as he fought dylan. dylan's jaw and nose was now bleeding as he attempted to fight johnny, who's knuckles were now bleeding as well as his nose. as the guys finally pulled the fight apart, they took johnny outside and were followed by bella and chrissy.

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"what the hell?" tommy said as the guys stood outside the party, with johnny who was cleaning up the blood from his nose. "you could've fucking killed him!"

"agh, shut the fuck up, tommy." johnny said as he cleaned his nose. "he'll be okay."

"just because he was dancing with bella." jimmy said. "you should've just let them be."

"the only reason he wanted her was to fuck her to spite me." johnny snapped. "at least i respected her."

"yeah, but you beat the living shit out of him, johnny." bobby said. "you also pushed bella to aside, spare me the respect bullshit."

as the boys surrounded the red avanti, bella came walking up to the car. the guys moved to the side as johnny got out of the car.

"you have some fucking nerve coming over here." johnny said. "how's your boyfriend?"

"you said you wanted to talk." bella said. "i'm here. let's talk, but let's begin with the fact that you almost beat dylan carter to fucking death. what the hell?"

"he deserved it." johnny said as he stood in front of bella. "you should be thanking me for defending you."

"thanking you?" bella said, raising her voice. "i should be thanking you for beating a guy half to death? what's your fucking damage, johnny?"

"he was gonna fuck you." johnny said, raising his voice. "he wants to ask you to prom, but the only reason he wants to is to fuck you, just to spite me."

"and you assumed that you had to fight this for me?" bella said. "i'm not a child johnny, i can handle myself. i don't need you fighting for me anymore. we're no longer together."

"oh, you would've preferred to sleep with him then?" johnny said. "go fucking do it then, i don't give a fuck what you do anymore."

"fuck you, johnny." bella scoffed as she walked off.

"you already did." johnny smirked. "and you fucking loved it, let me remind you."

bella swiftly turned around and smacked the blonde across the face. she began to cry as she quickly wiped her tears. "you fucking punk! i hate you! go ahead tell everyone we fucked, i don't care. i was just another bitch to you anyway." bella said as tears streamed from her eyes. "just leave me alone."

as bella walked away, johnny got back into his car and punched the passenger seat, as he cursed to himself. he ran his hands through his hair in frustration as he began to regret what he had said to bella. he had messed up, worse than he did with ali. there was no way he could get her back. it was over.