The Outsiders Johnny Quotes With Page Numbers Novels & Stories

Maxton's POV. “Fuck!” Johnny spat out, stomping his feet on the floor. “You should have let me knock his teeth out,” he growled at me. “What good is that gonna be?” I asked, my shoulders slouched inwards. “Speak for yourself.” He waved his hands and his nostrils flared up. “If I had had a chance to knock his teeth out, the security wouldn't have dared to speak bad on my name.” We walked to our car as Johnny continued mumbling in anger. We stopped at where I parked my car roughly and I heaved a heavy sigh, my eyes fixed at Johnny.

They looked at Johnny, their classmate who was the most braggart in their entire class, who suddenly appeared in front of them. “But we were the first to come here,” Clayton answered. “What if you were the first? Don't you know that this is the Campus Queen's table?” He and Don looked at each other. “Are you leaving or not?” Jhonny impatiently asked them again. “But there are still many vacancies out there–” Johnny reached for her collar. “Are you opposing me now?!” “Jhonny, let go of him! We will just move to another table,” Don retorted.

Johnny just gave me an amused look like he was thinking what I was thinking. "..." I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn't find my tongue when a cunning thought dawned me. "How does he have this address?." I furrowed my brows at Johnny, whom waa sitting across from me on a brown plaid sofa. He sank deeper into his seat and crossed his legs, then he cleared his throat lightly and spoke, "Oh! He left it at my old place in the Narrows." Really?, I thought to myself but just waved the thought off.

“Wow! That is a good impression about your school. The shoplifter has dented your image. He must be punished.” “No. It's a 'she' and not a 'he',” Johnny defended forthwith. They laughed happily, and the girls were bereft of speech. Meanwhile, Hayes was catching fun and gradually getting off his moody state. Suddenly, they had a counterattack. “So, 'shes' are shoplifters? Is that what you are insinuating, Johnny?” Carmine boldly asked. “You have just told us. Or did you say anything, Johnny?” Stanley asked with a smirk on his face.

Recognized the handwriting instantly. Let my son go. Or you’ll lose more than I owe you. —Johnny A laugh slipped past my lips as I stared at it. I folded the note, tucked it into the pocket of the pants I’d just pulled on. “Johnny’s playing with fire,” I murmured. “But he forgets who’s holding the matches.”

"Johnny, what's the meaning of this?" John did not bother talking to her, so he only played the recording. "I don't care if that b*tch is Phoebe or Olivia. I can't keep her alive with that disgusting face! "I'll see if she can hold up in front of Ian!" "..." John threw the recording pen at Dorothy. "You said these, didn't you?" "Johnny, where did you get this recording? I didn't say that. I really didn't..."

John muttered displeasedly, rising from the cold ground. - Damn it, I've been trying to get this from you for an hour, but you don't want to do it in any way? Became a total jerk. How is it, Black, where did the storm of all the wolves go? In front of me now I see only a good-for-nothing yellow-mouthed chick. Where is the fire? Where did the lust for murder go? - Continuing to tease John, Jack quipped, carefully watching the Hunter rise from the ground, shaking off the withered leaves.

“Okay, now 'that' is my cue to leave before I witness your sex tape live.” I snapped my head toward him, ready to deny all his dirty conclusions over… whatever the hell this is. “I’m innocent,” he said in a high-pitched voice, grabbing the bottle of alcohol and heading toward the door. “Just so you know—if you fall for that 'wanker', I’ll be the one to say… all bets go in my pocket.” I barked out a laugh. “If I ever fall for Johnny, it’d be because he tripped me down a flight of stairs. Literally. Nothing figurative or romantic.”

Meanwhile, I lay sprawled on the cold floor, clutching my swollen cheek, too drained even to shed a tear. I braced myself against the wall and slowly stood up. Head lowered, I said numbly, "Since I'm so worthless, I'll leave. From now on, just pretend you've lost a maid. That way, I won't be an eyesore to you anymore." Papa let out a cold snort. "Getting bold enough to threaten me, are you? Walk out that door and don't expect to get another cent from this family!" He was about to hurl more insults when Francesca suddenly shrieked, "Oh no! My precious Pico seems to be coughing!"

Marianne shakes her head at him. John gives her a beaming smile. “Don’t be too hard on yourself for you haven’t wasted any of those times when you had thought of me.” John smirks, while Marianne couldn’t help to chuckle as she knows that what John had said is one of the quotes in his book. “Alright, you win. I’ll talk to Annie,” said Marianne. “Err… Marianne, now would be a good time for that. I think she should be in her room,” said John, giving her a pleading look.