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[H1][colour=seagreen]Johnny Baxter[/colour][/h1]
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Johnny watched as Beatrice walked away from him. Must have been uncomfortable, too many people around. He understood perfectly, but he also knew that Dylan would not. Bea had high-functioning autism, so she wasn't good with lots of people. He didn't care though, she was a great friend and it was nice to have someone who didn't judge you when you made a social misstep. He'd ask her if she's okay later though, it was best to give her some time to cool down. He gave a whimsical smile in her direction, knowing she wouldn't see.

[b][colour=seagreen]"She can be standoffish, but she doesn't mean to be, trust me. She just doesn't phrase things very well. I don't make friends with douchebags, so you can trust her,"[/colour][/b] he assured Dylan. It was true, he didn't make friends with docuebags, due to his 'friendship criteria'. It stated that if a person is a jerk, cut them off immediately. It had saved him from some very bad friendships, and made sure that he only associated with decent people. Hopefully this would make Dylan more comfortable, knowing that he wasn't a douchebag.

Just as he was about to go into more detail, he heard a voice he didn't recognise. [Colour=AD3434][b]"Who you texting cutie? I think I'm more interesting than whoever that text is going to.[/b][/colour] Usually when people flirted with him, unless he was interested in them, he would use the 'just ignore them' tactic. It was hard when he felt a hand run through his hair. His apathy turned to boiling anger. His eyes narrowed, his hands became fists, his muscles tensed. It was not a pleasent sight.

It was a well known fact that angering a Baxter was not a good idea. Johnny's father was well known for his blistering temper and biting insults, a trait his sons shared. They weren't hot headed but they knew how to get angry in style. Johnny was no exception to the rule. He looked up at her, his face set in a death glare that was rumored to be fatal. He didn't know her, but as she continued speaking, boasting about how she was 'everywhere', Johnny knew he hated her. Who did she think she was, a total newbie, strutting right up to him, talking like she was Venus in human form? He was going to have to put her in her place.

[b][colour=seagreen]"Now, look here love-"[/colour][/b] He began, to no avail. She began introducing herself to the entire school like she was royalty. He tried a second time. [b][colour=seagreen]"I said, look here-"[/colour][/b] he repeated, his voice slightly more serious. Then she walked away. If fire could have sprouted from his ears, it would have. He heard Andrès refer to her as his cousin. Poor soul. Johnny rather liked Andrès, he wasn't a bad guy. Far from it, he seemed decent. It was too bad his cousin was Medusa. She acted like she was lovely, but Johnny could see through her, she wanted to be the top of the food chain. It was obvious, really, no one goes so out of their way to introduce themselves without reason.

Deciding he would be the one to give her a lesson, Johnny stood up, marching towards her. He roughly grabbed her shoulder, turning her to face him. [b][colour=seagreen]"It seems you didn't hear me. I said LISTEN HERE!"[/colour][/b] The last part was practically growled at her. With his death glare and hulking frame, he was quite intimidating. But after saying what he came to, he felt awkward, and it was a bit obvious. He didn't know what to say next. He'd just have to wing it.

[b][colour=seagreen]"Right, uh, just who are you? Genuine question, I, uh, have no clue who you are. Billboard 100 or whatever the godammn hell it's called isn't my style. And I don't think the Disney channel is a good example of talent. It's  an example of whose daddy has the biggest pockets. Anyway, who the hell goes out of their way to introduce themselves? I swear you were one step away from bringing out a marching band."[/colour][/b] With that, he laughed. Hard. Until he shook with laughter. His laugh was malicious, cruel, like a bully who'd some kid in the playground.

[Colour=seagreen][b]"Sorry, give me a bit. It's just, well, you're pathetic! Isn't she pathetic everyone?"[/b][/colour] He asked the group, unaware that he was getting malicious. [b][colour=seagreen]"I almost pity you. Trying to make yourself look big, are we? Aww bless. And I'm sure getting in some movie nerd's pants will further your cause! I've acknowledged your existence longer than I should have too, so I'll leave it a this: Stay the godamn hell away, and remember that you aren't exactly Gilda Mundson Farrell."[/colour][/b] With that, he raised his middle finger, smiled, and left, returning to his spot on his car as if he never left.