Johnny X Ponyboy Novels & Stories

I gasped and stepped back gingerly pulling my knife from my side. Johnny was the renowned alley bully king, he got whatever he wanted, when he wanted it, mostly with force or coercion, he also had crew members who do dirty work for him. He had been arrested a couple of times, but since he escaped from juvie last year, police had been on his tail, but this juvenile was a hard target, and recently he had gone dark, hiding here in the dark alley of the Narrows. I'm sure Johnny would recognize me, but I was wearing my hoodie, and besides he didn't seem ready to let me leave here in one piece, I mean that literally, because it's what he does to people, break 'em and take their stuff.

Treading lightly, not knowing which it was, I stay in my character and say to him, “Good for you having a cousin named Benny. Is that to mean something to me?” The rogue at that moment moved towards me and he got down on one knee in front of me and said, “My name is Johnny, Alpha Jaxson. Benny said that if I pledge my allegiance to you, that you may give my family and I a place in your pack like you did with him.”

He turned and left the Quickmart, his melancholy ruminations momentarily assuaged by this minor triumph. *** Twenty minutes later, fortified by his Pepsi and Twinkies, Bobby stepped onto the fairway of Mr. Jingo’s County Fair. The smells washed over him, bringing waves of nostalgia. Some of his warmest childhood memories were of afternoons and nights spent at Mr. Jingo’s.

Xavier himself was a hulking overweight teenager with swarthy skin and dark greasy hair, no girl's idea of an attractive date. But that was no reason for him to have just been humiliated in front of everyone. And especially by a bunch of mouth-breathing jock twats who could hardly tie their own shoelaces. He'd been at the carnival with two of his friends, munching on a hot dog, enjoying the atmosphere and checking out all the girls in their sexy clothes when he'd run into Bobby Hunter and his football-playing buddies. Bobby and his mates had obviously started drinking early because they immediately picked on Xavier in a way that he'd thankfully not experienced for years.

Banez threw Johnny a water, followed by a beer, and Johnny slid onto a bench before stretching out his aching muscles. Max tapped away furiously on his phone, probably messaging his pregnant wife back home. Donnie propped up his legs and watched two SAS boys working out in the sun. Crazy British bastards. Slater took a long draw of his beer and settled back, closing his eyes. Johnny glanced worriedly at his usually jovial friend. His call sign had been given to him for good reason—he was named after the jock A.C. Slater in Saved by the Bell and was the quick-witted jokester in the group.

Chapter Sixty-One: Johnny – Knocking on the Door That Matters Most Johnny’s POV The Happy Meal was starting to sweat through the bag. Which was funny, because so was he. Johnny stood on Alli’s front porch like a teenager on prom night—except worse. Back then, he was cocky. Back then, he didn’t care about anyone enough to feel like this. Now? His stomach was in knots. Palms damp. Pulse in his neck, thudding too loud.

Prologue: The Whipping Boy The Boys Bathroom, Empty Stall, Feldon Junior High School, Karterton, New Jersey (2000).... Burning filled the lungs of the struggling seemingly frail pale lad whom had been trying his best to keep from inhaling the foul yellow colored water that had been inside the heavily polished white porcelain toilet bowl. He could briefly hear the cheering and mocking from behind him on the surface of the water as his whole life seemed to flash before his eyes despite his attempts to struggle against the tight gripping hand that was intent on dunking his head into the bowl again and again in a bid to provide amusement to the asshole whom had taken it upon himself to torment h

“Then am I not evil?” Maisie rested her chin on his shoulder, looked up at him, and chuckled knowing that he was coaxing her. “Then how much do you think I’ve learned from you?” Nolan kissed her and rubbed her cheek with his palm. “You’ve given him a taste of his own medicine. You’ve done well.” After that, Johnny was sent to the hospital. He got what he deserved as he became extremely disgusted by anything that was related to sex—he could not even have a hard-on ever since.

Johnny opened the door and paused. Two scooter ass punks sidled up to Lizzy. Greasy-haired teenagers with pants sitting halfway down their legs. One of the dickbags, donning a hooped nose piercing, propped his foot up on the seat next to her and leaned in. She folded her arms defensively. The other, with blue-tipped hair, bent over to pick up the dog. Johnny slammed the car door, flexing his muscles as he zeroed in, marking the ringleader. Definitely Mr. Nose Candy, who was now gesturing wildly in her face.

My birthday present to him. It's one of the images I captured in my memory when Ethan won his match against Rydell high and became the best player of the match. He was smiling so victoriously that day and I copied that gorgeous smile as best as I could into the painting. However I made difference in his jersey and back ground. He is wearing the Jersey of Texas Longhorns football and he is standing at the Darrell K Royal Texas Memorial Stadium.