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expect, it’s positively hypnotizing. His face is cleanly
speckled with a bit of stubble, which just makes him seem like the manliest man
ever.
     
    And, if that weren’t enough, for heaven’s sake, Johnny Braylock
has an accent.
     
    What is it with accents? Why are they so sexy? I don’t get
it. I honestly can’t watch British television because I can’t stand the way
they talk, and yet this man opens his mouth and basically vomits Welsh on me,
and I feel my stomach twist and twirl and my heart begin to race.
     
    Yet, I can’t stand him.
     
    When Keith said he heard Johnny was a dick and I proudly
defended him, I spoke way too soon. Keith was right. Everyone Keith talked to
was right. Johnny is a dick.
     
    That really sucks, by the way. Imagine having a childhood
crush, someone who you admire and fantasize about, who’s poster you fall asleep
staring at ever night, and then imagine he’s a complete jerk who doesn’t want
his peach to have fuzz on it.
     
    “Then do you want a nectarine?” I speak in as monotone a
voice as possible.
    “No, I want a peach without all this fuzzy stuff.”
    “Right, so a nectarine.” Again, I’m sardonic.
    “A peach, Caroline. A peach. Just not this kind of peach.”
    “Because you want a nectarine.”
    He throws his arms out to the sides as if I have just made
up the whole family of pitted fruits. “What the hell is a nectarine?”
     
    And there it is: my childhood crush doesn’t even know what a
nectarine is. But, he yells at me with that Welsh accent with those long vowels
and that single rolled “r” and I can’t hate him. I just can’t.
     
    And then I hate him because I can’t hate him, but then I
can’t hate him because I hate him because I can’t hate him… and do you see why
I’m going absolutely insane?
     
    And now he’s using his muscles. Why is he making me watch
this?
     
    I cringe as he’s thrown to the ground by his trainer and put
in a chokehold, but then, he bucks his hips up and twists, landing himself on
top of his trainer, and sliding from his hold. He puts him in a type of joint
lock where he swings his legs up so he’s perpendicular to his trainer’s body.
Hepins him down by the back of his knees,one on his neck and the other on his chest, then
takes his arm and pulls up to his own neck, trapping him.
     
    It’s really fascinating to watch, although I really have no
idea what’s going on. He then takes him through a couple other joint locks: a
wrist lock, a leg lock, and a spinal lock.
     
    The spinal lock is… interesting. Johnny’s trainer spoons him
from behind and wraps his legs around his hips. He then holds his neck and
twists in a way that brings Johnny’s spine past its normal range of motion. I
give a quick yelp, purely instinctual, as I watch Johnny’s face contort from
the pain.
     
    “Why are you putting yourself through all of this? It
doesn’t seem like fun at all.” I yell over the sound of the water from his
shower.
    “Fun? Of course it’s fun. It’s exhilarating.” I hear the
water cease, and I turn my head as I hold out the towel for him.
     
    He laughs at me, as this is now the third time he’s forced
me to sit outside of the shower, waiting for him to clean himself, and it’s the
third time I have closed my eyes when the water turned off.
     
    “You know I don’t mind if you look.”
    “Eww!” I shout as if I’m a pre-teen girl on the playground
who is deathly afraid of cooties.
    “We’re going to be spending almost five months together,
Caroline. It’s only probable that at some point you’re going to see me naked.”
     
    What? Is this some sort of concealed attempt to hit on me?
     
    “I’m not sleeping with you, Johnny.” I quickly blurt out
without taking a second to think.
    “I wasn’t asking you to sleep with me, Caroline. I’m just
saying that you have free reign to my trailer, and I’m quite sure at some point
I’m going to benaked when you walk in.”
    “Just… just try to