“Nothing!” I spluttered, still clutching his sleeve. “Absolutely nothing.” “I can’t do nothing.” He ran his free hand through his hair, clearly agitated. “They’re talking about you.” “It doesn’t matter.” I shook my head, ignoring the stares I knew I was receiving, and tugged on his sleeve. “I don’t care.” Johnny stared hard at me for a long moment before shaking his head. “Yeah, well I do,” he finally said. “I fucking care!”
