High on you

It won't be long

George found himself kneeling down at this record player that he'd spent all of his allowance on last year, he sorted through his 45s but found none of them to provide the comfort he wanted. He rubbed his hand against his neck and and thought about the impending hour. He'd spent Sunday dodging Paul with all his will.  But now he only had five more minutes until he's have to go to school he got through one last song before forcing himself up, grabbing his phone and his bag and left his room. When he stepped out into the sunlight, he dragged his eyes over to his curb. Though he was glad Paul took a hint, he missed the shiny car casting its shadow over his lawn. He felt completely drained of energy and all he wanted to do was go home. He was in no mood for the foggy air that felt smothering and the dewy grass inflaming his ankles with an itch.
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John was able to drag himself out of Stu's van in the early hour with only minor carpet burns. As he arched his back to stretch, he found his phone. The screen was battered, etched with cracks so he hissed to himself. He found no use in driving when school was only a few short blocks ahead. He ran right into Stuart just outside the school.

"Aye, where the hell were you last night?" John hit Stuart's arm.

"Passed out in Mick's bathtub for most of the night." Stuart cackled. "You?"

John shivered slightly and he looked down at his phone. "Had one hell of a one night stand." Stuart chuckled, pulling out his own phone as he did so.

"Ain't that every night for you, John?"

John offered a limp laugh. Stuart was then realizing the way johns eyes had glazed over and he swore he saw the lad start to drool. "Who was it then?"

John hesitated and shrugged. "You know that McCartney lad?"

Stuart hiccuped with laughter. "There's no way that you bedded that think." John scowled and cleared his throat to avoid a husky voice.

"Suppose I stuck my prick in  hole in the wall then?" John rolled his eyes bitterly. Stuart just laughed again.

"All I'm saying is that I don't believe it. The kids sticks up his nose every time he sees us." Stuart shoved the school doors apart and they began walking, he was incredibly sure that John was mistaken.

"Well I don't need to waste my bloody time convincing ya." John shook his head. Stuart leaned against the lockers as John gathered his books from his own. The papers wrapped tightly around the books were beginning to rip and peel even though they were barley into the beginning of the year.

"How sloshed were ya?" Stuart asked, his tone most certainly said that he was aware that John might batter him right there, smug. "I'm just saying, could've been a lot of people." John clutched the door tightly, knuckled trimmed with red and white. "You are very slutty."

John slammed the locker and looked Stu dead in the eyes. "Piss off." Stuart raised his hands up teasingly and began to back up in few little steps. John watched him go, hoping that he might get run into and fall flat on his face.

"Yeah, yeah I'm going. I'll see ya after school." He turned off and left. John stared, annoyed, at the back of his head for a few seconds before letting out a huff and moving on. He dragged himself to AP English, getting to the doorway, he already felt like skipping. Paul sat, body leaning slightly over his table. The blue fabric of his jacket hung loose on his wrists, red and pink flowers bloomed along his sleeves. He was biting at the edge of his eraser, the pink shavings not seeming to bother him. And than he sneezed, that infuriating soft kind of sneeze. When he came back up, his eyes were wide and watery, John half expected grotty mascara to blot under his eyes, what with his long lashes and everything. But his face was clean. John licked his lips but the only pay off for that was a tinge of burn on his cut lip that Paul had given him the other night. The randy bastard.