Snippet #870098

Johnny has been sitting in his corner for the last few minutes watching the girls trip over themselves with a sort of mixed look of disgust and curiosity. He brushes his nose quickly with his thumb and leans back in his chair, resting his dirty boots on a stack of books on the table, and crosses his arms behind his head as he gazes up at the ceiling. The thought of that Matt faggot choking to death on his food brings a large smile to Johnny's face and after savouring the thought for a moment he chuckles, causing him to sit back forward in his chair correctly. He quickly and subtly glances around the room to see that he hadn't brought attention to himself. After seeing that he had indeed did not bring attention to himself in a manner he did not desire he leans forward smugly, resting his arms on the table. This sucks. Johnny thinks to himself over and over again.