Johnny Gosch Photos Novels & Stories

So she wasn't going to believe her. Blowing air on her fingers, Gia said “You don’t believe me…l” It wasn’t a question. Charlotte stayed quiet. Gia reached for her phone and slid it across the table. “Here… look at this.” The screen of the phone show a picture of Johnny in the gym "we were together at his gym yesterday” Charlotte stared down at the picture. It was a selfie picture. Gia in the foreground, smiling with red lips and it was really Johnny at the back. Although he wasn't looking in the direction of the camera, it still took a clear shot of his face.

Sunny giggled and gave the taller boy his number, "Lemme take yours too." Johnny gave his number and each saved the other's contact. "Great. I do hope we'll be able to hang out more. And chat more," Johnny said, "I'll call or text you, mm?" "Okay. I'll be waiting." He raised his phone to Hosun 's cute face. "I need a cute picture for your contact. Please?" Hosun chuckled and blushed. "Uh, sure." He smiled and his heart shaped lips had Johnny smiling back fondly. He clicked a beautiful picture of Hosun .

Gideon took the phone from the boy and opened the camera but before he could take a picture the boy stopped him. “Can we include your girlfriend too? She is so beautiful” John said with a smile on his face. “Thank you” I smiled. “He wants you to join us, come on babe” Gideon said to me. “Oh..oh” I stood up and shifted my chair bear Gideon then he took a couple of pictures. “Thank you Gideon” John said, “Bye byes Miss” John waved as he walked away, when we turned we saw him with his mom.

“Poor thing probably thinks I love her.” Max’s fists clenched. Blood roared in his ears. He took a step forward—but someone stopped him. It was Noah, one of the football guys, pushing a locker shut with a smirk. “You going to the afterparty tomorrow, Johnny?” “Oh, I’m not done with her yet,” Johnny said casually. “Already got the setup ready in my room. Camera’s hidden behind the speaker.” “What, like you’re recording it?” “Just in case,” Johnny said with a wink. “Gotta memorialize the magic, right?”

When I got out of the shower and dried myself, I put on white underwear, sweatpants, and a black crop top. I walked over to my bed and thought about what had happened. I couldn’t get the images out of my head—the bloodied bodies, gunshots, and gurgles of the men. The door opened, and I saw Johnny enter. "Sorry for disturbing you," he said as he closed the door behind him. "I want to ask you something," he said, looking me straight in the eyes.