He was defending me. Not my brother. Not Claire. Not Lizzie. Not a teacher. No, this boy who made my heart jackknife in my chest at regular intervals and my common sense flatline, was standing in the middle of the school hallway, defending my honor. He had rejected me last night, and today he was taking on my bullies. My mind was spinning, I felt so confused. “Her, Johnny?” Bella hissed, casting a scathing look at me. “Seriously?” “Stay away from her,” he warned in a menacing tone. “Push back on this and you won’t like the results.”
I love how protective Johnny is of Shannon .
