*still in class*
"May," Paul whispered quietly.
"Yes Paul?"
"We can work on everything together ok?"
"Ok"
-------------------------------------------We were walking down the hallway to lunch, me in my own thoughts, when suddenly I was pushed to the ground.
"Ow!" I cried.
"Haha sorry," he snickered.
I've seen him in art class, he was one of those bad teddy boys.
"John! Watch where yer goin'!" Paul yelled.
"Oi, Sorry Paulie, is this yer bird?"
"No, she is just me friend." Paul said helping me up.
I dusted myself off putting my hand out for John to shake.
"Hullo John, I'm Mayla, but you can call me May."
"'Ello pretty bird, I'm John Lennon."
I blushed, tho at first I was confused for why he called me a bird, then I remembered that that's what Liverpudlians call girls.
Paul just glared at John.
He snickered. "Well see ye later pretty bird."
"Bye John." Paul and I said.
"Oi. What was that all about?" I asked.
"Ah, just John being John. I would stay clear of liking him tho, he is a very bad cheater. I don't want him hurting ye."
"Oh Paul, you don't have to worry about me," I said with a blush.
---------------------------------------------------
We walked into the lunch room and I saw a boy sitting all alone.
"Paul, who's that?"
"Hm? Oh. That's Richard, I'd stay away from him if I were ye."
But he looks so...lonely.
"How is he weird?" I asked.
"He just disappears sometimes, and doesn't return for a long time, then just randomly comes back. I don't know why, he just does."
"Oh"Paul went to a table that was filled with a bunch of people, so I didn't sit with him. As I was looking for a table to sit at, I saw him again. His eyes were blue, he had darkish hair all done up into a quiff, and he had a large nose. He was kinda cute. I saw his eyes had a sad longing to them. So I sat by him.
He looked startled by my sudden approach.
"Hullo. I'm Mayla," I said warmly, "But you can call me May."
"Oh. Uh. 'Ello May. Is there no extra tables available?" he asked and looked around.
I giggled quietly.
"Um no. I sat here on purpose. You looked lonely, so I thought I would sit with you."
He smiled.
"Oh. Well I'm Richard, Richard Starkey, but ye can call me Ritchie."
"Well nice to meet you Ritchie."
"Are ye new 'ere?" he asked.
"Uh yes, I just moved here from California."
"But ye 'ave an English accent?"
"Yes, half of my family comes from England."
"Oh."
He still looked at me with wide eyes.
"What's wrong?" I asked confused.
"Well, it's just that, nobody likes me, an' I 'ave no friends." He said looking down.
"Oh I'm sorry Ritchie, I'll be your friend." I said with a little smile.
He looked at me and smiled too.
"Ye will?"
"Course! But if you don't mind me asking, why doesn't anyone like you?"
"Well, they think I'm weird, because I just 'disappear' from school a lot. But its only because I'm a sickly child... I get sick often an' I can't go to school, for months and sometimes a year! An' no one knows, but every time I try to tell them, they just run away."
"Oh Ritchie, I'm so sorry!" I said giving him a little hug.
"OH! 'Ey look who it is! Miss America an' 'er new boyfriend, Richard!"
They all laughed.
We looked around to see a group of teddy boys looking at us, pointing and smiling devious grins. That Lennon boy was with them.
Ritchie looked down. But I just stared in hate.
"Will you guys just shut up! You put Ritchie down to much! The poor guy is sick all the time! And all you do is make fun of him! I don't care if you make fun of me. But not Ritchie, not anymore, and every time you do, I'll do something about it!" I yelled at the boys.
They looked quite shocked.
But one looked smug.
"Oh yea?!" he sneered, "an' what is one little American girl gonna do about it?!"
They all laughed once more.
Right then and there, I did something I thought I would ever do in my life.
I got up, walked over to the smug-looking boy, I raised a fist and full on cold cocked him. He was out cold when he reached the floor, a big purple bruise already forming on his left cheek. I looked at the other boys, they stared at me in complete horror and shock, I just stared them down and they all went running.I walked back over to Ritchie. Breathing in a deep breath, I looked at him, he looked at me wide eyed and mouth open.
Everyone else was staring, too.
"What?" I asked looking around.
It was dead silent, still everyone staring.
"Well then." I said quietly.
Paul then came up to me.
"Ye sure showed them!" he said grinning
"So I did. Come on Ritchie." I said getting up.
He followed me mouth open and wide-eyed still. All was quiet when we walked out. We had to step over the teddy boy, still out cold on the floor.
Well, this has been an exciting day.
*sigh*
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I've Got To Get You Into My Life
Fanfic15 year old Mayla Hunter is the new girl in her high school, she has a rough start until she meets Paul McCartney. They start out as just friends, will their relationship become more serious, or will they go off in different directions?