My High-School Nerd

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John's POV

6:30am. Classes start in 2 hours. My eyes force themselves open, I hadn't slept due to a thunderstorm and my racing thoughts of songs to sing. I was on my guitar til 3 this morning, barely taking a break. My fingers still ache from it. Eventually after staring at the ceiling for what felt like forever I eventually sat up, glancing at the time. 7:13am. I hadn't been staring at the ceiling for as long as I thought. But long enough. I swung my legs around and looked at myself in the mirror. Internally I cringed and walked out the bedroom to grab a shower. It took a few seconds for the water to warm up, I stepped in and happily sang as I bathed, washing my hair and then my body. The shower wasn't too long, but long enough. I stepped out and looked in the mirror, pulling out my face razor and shaving cream, spraying it into my hands then onto my face and then shaving my face. After applying a soothing cream I ran back into my bedroom, pulling on a orange shirt with white lines covering it, a sleeveless demin shirt, and black ripped jeans along with white converse. I styled my hair and glanced at the clock 8:03am.

I cursed and ran out the door, after feeding and cuddling with my golden shepard Maximus. I dashed to the outside to see Paul McCartney's red car with our friend group stuck in he back, of course I was in front. Always have been and always will be. Best friends get front seat, me and Paul say. I dove into the front seat and off we went. I opened the window of the front seat, putting my hand on the roof and tapped to the song on the radio. Paul's car was always full of 60s, 70s or 80's tracks, so it's all we listened too. We didn't mind.
Paul hummed softly as he drove along, not noticing a puddle and splashing someone who was walking to the school building. The brakes squeaked to a halt, I caught a glimpse at the kid who was splashed. His books were drenched, his entire outfit looked like he had fallen in a pool. I got out and approached

"Kid, 'm sorry, ma friend don't usually see what he's doin'" I say to the other student. Paul, Ringo and George all stepped out, Paul rushing to the strangers side.
"God I'm sorry, I didn't see ya there at all" Paul apologised.
I looked and rolled my eyes as I looked before I thought, "Macca is my jacket still in your boot?"
"Ay, I'll grab it" Paul says, I watch him run to the boot of the car, pulling out my black coat with the fluffy tan hood. I offer it to the kid.
"Oh.. Thanks John" He says, pulling the jacket on.. He knew my name? Weird. I hadn't seen this kid before..
Paul looked "If we ain't careful we're gonna be late for the first day back. Kid, you can come with us, just sit on John's lap or somethin'"

The kid gives me a look of 'is that okay..?' I just chuckle and motion for him to follow. I climb back in the seat, and the kid, whose name I still don't know hesitates and sits on my lap, I wrap my arms around them to keep them secure as Paul starts to drive again, alot quicker then usual. I decide to make small talk with the smaller one on my lap.
"So, what be yer name?" I ask
"M-my name is Eddie.." he replies.
"Eddie huh? Lennon, John Lennon. And these are my dipshit friends, Paul or Macca, George and Ringo" I say, pointing at my friends one by one.
Eddie I notice just nods a hello as the car stops, we all get out of the red vehicle. Eddie offers me my coat back but I just refuse the offer. Before the 4 of us take off running, leaving poor Eddie in the middle of the parking lot.

One by one, we all spilt. Me going to my maths class and the boys going wherever they needed too. I see a familiar face enter the class room and I smirk, I was sat quite slouched, playing with a pencil on the desk. Eddie's head perks up, I just chuckle "Greetings darlin'" I notice Eddie's face flush as he just sits in the seat beside me, I admired his features from a short distance. Freckled, grey/blue eyes, what seemed to be soft and delicate skin.. I wanted to reach over and stroke his cheek but it felt too forward.

Get your head our your ass Lennon, he's way too innocent for you and your dumbass friends. Remember what you're capable of. He seemed to like you though. Look he's glancing again
I snap out my thoughts to see Eddie gently tapping my hand. I look to him "How can I help ya?" I say, my hand now on his. I see the flush rise to his cheeks.
"I-I.. I was just.. Gonna ask I-if I could.. Umm.. Sit with you.. And your friends at lunch..? I-.. Don't really have anyone.." he stuttered immensely.
I chuckle, "No need to be so afraid. We're always welcome to new members. O' course ya can. We're usually at the roof, so get up there at lunch ight?"
Eddie just nods weakly as he looks back to the whiteboard.

New friend, let's see how we fuck this up hm..