John Lennon is a well-known boy at Quarry Bank highschool. He is a huge troublemaker with a record that will stick with him.
He has one goal, to make a certain younger, doe-eyed boy --by the name of Paul McCartney-- his.
Yet, Paul wants nothing to...
John looked down, head almost touching his worn-out notebook, doodling furiously.
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He sighed heavily, smiling at his drawing.
"Psst!" He whispered to a familiar blonde boy sitting a few seats behind him, lifting up his notebook and not minding the other students.
Pete glanced up from a book, biting down a laugh at John's drawing and waving him off, not wanting to get in trouble.
John grinned and turned back around proudly, sighing heavily.
He was awfully bored...
His eyes then stared at that dark head of hair directly in front of him. His squinting eyes would burn holes into that head if he could.
He tapped his pencil on the desk impatiently, bouncing his knee up and down.
Lookatme.
Lookatme.
Lookatme.
But he wouldn't. This younger boy would never look at him, despite the things John would do to get his attention. He kept his face planted in a bloody book as the teacher had explicitly told the class to read pages whateverthefuck.
John narrowed his eyes, looking at that uniform tie tight around his collar (John's was hanging loosely around his own neck) and at that soft hair. He wondered how he would purr if John ran his fingers through-
"Mr. Lennon" The elder teacher spoke firmly from his desk. His glasses to the bottom of his nose but his eyes planted on the younger boy at the back if the class.
Eyes turned to look at John.
"Yeah?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Its 'yessir', Mr. Lennon" The teacher crossed his hairy arms.
"Yes sir, Mr. Lennon" John nearly mocked at the elder teacher.
He and John had a bit of a staring contest for a moment, narrowing eyes staring at narrowing eyes.
"Why aren't you reading?" He finally asked, rubbing the bridge if his nose. "And whereare your spectacles. You clearly cannot see"
John glanced down at his closed book.
"Oh I was, till I got an awful itch on my leg, christ, I couldn't stop scratching it-"
"Mr. Lennon, I will not tolerate any childish behavior in my class, you know that"
"I'm serious! Would you like to see-" John slightly pulled up his trousers.
The students began to laugh, infuriating the elder man even more.
