Rm 217, Tuesday after classes

[fantastic_torch]

To say that radio hadn't bothered him, was an understatement. It had really pissed him off to know that Savannah had blabbered her mouth to practically everyone. Might as well have considering who all knew now.

Whatever, he went to her karaoke class anyway and watched her perform. After that he took off. He didn't bother to go to her cheerleading practice like he normally would have. Instead he came back to the dorms, took a shower, halfway dressed, and grabbed a beer from the mini-fridge.

Parking his butt in a chair, he turned on the TV and started flipping through channels.

[Door is open, as is the post. ETA: Savannah & Johnny's convo is NFB. Anyone that comes visiting or to kick his ass, does so after Savannah's already come and gone.]

Comments

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

"Get the fuck out."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh," Anders said, with the kind of smirk that was meant to be an infuriating kind of 'gotcha.' "Best comeback ever, Storm."

And yes, he did flip Johnny off on his way out the door.

[fantastic-torch.livejournal.com]

At least he bloodied his face.

Because yes, that was important here. Dammit.

Cursing low under his breath, Johnny picked up his chair and threw it across the room, watching as it shattered the full length, standing mirror in the corner.