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“Y'know Lawrence, if you like me that much you should just ask me out or something.”
“What the hell are you talking about, LaRusso?” Johnny's grip on Daniel's shirt loosened a little, but he didn't move from his position of pinning Daniel against the lockers.
Daniel held his hands up defensively. “Hey, I'm just saying. You're very persistent, you know that? Nobody's that persistent just because. I know the only reason you're doing all this is to get my attention, I'm not dumb. I'm glad your friends are this supportive, though. Back at my old school, there was this guy who was like… well, like you, and when his friends found out, they never spoke to him again.” That was a lie, but Johnny had no way of knowing. “So, if you stop this nonsense already and just ask me out, I might actually consider it.”
When Daniel came up with this idea of striking back (in his own particular way), he was unsure of what the outcome would be. But what he certainly didn't expect was to be met by a dumbfounded Johnny, staring at him with parted lips, flushed cheeks, and slightly wide-open eyes.
Interesting, Daniel thought, grinning to himself.
“I— I don't—” Johnny began, but the words didn't come out.
He glanced at his friends. They were all looking back at him, confusion evident on their faces. That seemed to help him regain his composure, because, right after that, Johnny clenched his teeth and shot Daniel a glare full of anger.
“This isn't over, LaRusso. We'll finish this later,” he said bitterly before walking away, followed by his friends, who still looked a little puzzled.
“Like, on a date?” Daniel asked, teasingly.
Without even turning around, Johnny gave him the middle finger. Daniel couldn't help but laugh.