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The air crackled with tension as Johnny roared, charging like a bull toward two students. 'I want a fucking word with you!' he bellowed, ignoring his friends' pleas to stay in contract. 'Johnny, don't!' Shannon sobbed, hiding her face. But before Johnny could reach his target, a shadow moved faster. Joey Lynch darted forward, his expression dark. 'Whoa, Johnny,' the older lad tried to intercede, hands raised. Bam! A precise, trained fist connected with the boy's face, sending him crashing to the pavement. It wasn't Johnny. It was Joey. *Always the protector.* 'I owed you one,' Joey explained casually, shaking out his hand, gesturing to the busted lip. 'Besides, I'm already getting arrested.' Johnny gaped. 'For what?' 'For this,' Joey replied, lunging again. Then, chaos erupted. Bella scre…