You didn't feel my passion.

Chapter 2 ~ Is this jealousy?

After that run in with Paul, John felt something... something that he has never felt when encountering anyone, he felt as though that he could trust and feel safe near Paul. His calming aura can really take over. "Ugh! What am I thinking! I'm not gay..." John whispered to himself while he was sat at the lunch table with friends. "John did you say something?" Pete, clearly confused. "Oh..no..no I didn't" John stammered and gave a fake reassuring smile while taking a sip of his water.

He was glancing around the packed room, his almond eyes came to a stop... and there he was, Paul, the dark haired boy, with brown doe eyes and well shaped body. John stared at him deeply in mesmerisation, his smile, the way his lips moved in a conversation and his soothing voice.

Paul felt John's eyes piercing through his, since John made a fool of him earlier he decided to mess with him a bit, he wanted to show how he was the one in control and on top.

Paul whistled at a girl who was sitting on another table, he gestured his head for her to come over, her hips swayed, her curly blonde hair bounced, she walked over to him and sat on his lap giggling seductively, tracing her hand all over his chest, Paul bit his lip, clearly aroused, he took a little wink at John and snogged the hell out the girl. Oh he sure knew what he was doing. While George and Ringo looked around awkwardly hoping it would come to an end. Paul was looking at John the whole time with a cocky facial expression, showing him how great he was at his game. When he finished, John stood up and stomped out of the canteen as quickly as possible, feeling dumbfounded and humiliated. He was pissed! Perhaps even jealous of the girl, wanting to be in her position. Even more he felt backstabbed even though he had nothing with Paul. He walked home miserable, with the rain pouring down on his head making him all wet. As he got home he slumped himself on the bed, laying there to skip school for the next couple of hours.

Rewinding the scene he had saw at lunch, over and over again, getting angrier at the thought of it. He just couldn't stop thinking about Paul. "I am going to have a word with that bastard tomorrow, he will see what it's like when you to mess with me." John frustratingly muttered to himself and finally fell asleep after hours passed by.