High on you

We can work it out

John woke with a dry cracking throat and and annoying blinking cellphone just under his chin. Slowly he cradled it in his hand. "Hello?" He mumbled, bad taste dead on his lips.

"Lennon! How are ya this grand morning?" Stuart's voice rang uncomfortably in his ear.

"Piss off, Stu." John hissed.

"Aye, I'm just trying to make ya feel better."

"I'm not six, Stuart." John rolled his eyes and allowed himself to get up.

"You'd be a hell of a lot nice to me if you were." Stuart chuckled. "Anyway, I'm picking ya up today." John put the phone down and let Stu talk on while he got ready, picking it up just before leaving his room.

"Alright, I'll be down in a mo' " John hung up and shoved down his steps. Mimi, clad in her dreary dress was near the base of the stairs. "Morning Mimi." John gave her a kind grin, she returned it but it quickly turned judgmental.

"Glasses John."

John grumbled past her and hundred her request by putting his glasses on. John turned suspicious when he got out, Cynthia was perched in Stuart's backseat. He hopped in next to her and smiled, glasses off from the minute Mimi's door shut. But Cynthia rolled her fingers over her eyes.

"Glasses John!"

"Piss off." John chuckled and Cyn kindly slapped his shoulder.

"Don't say piss in front of the ladies John!" Stuart mocked. Rattling John to list off more charming words in his vocabulary.

The sight of Paul cradling his head into his arms, asleep was not what John expected when he walked into AP English. But it was what it was. He didn't move or stir, his face was soft. Not like when John was asleep, constantly turning over and a rough twisted face. He tilted his head slightly and watched Paul's breath move a piece of his hair away. The lad couldn't even be an ugly sleeper?

John walked past him and took his seat next to Pete, who was leaning over his desk looking at Paul.

"I could've slept with at the party, you know?" Pete chuckled, turning to John.

"Sure." John rolled his eyes. "Yer an arse Pete, you know that?" John glared and Pete shook his head in confusion.

"What's wrong with you, mate?" Pete asked, toothpick tossing around his mouth. John shrugged, just wanting to pass it off but Pete just kept egging him on.

"I bet he would've been wild...." Pete trailed his eyes down Paul's back. John swallowed, Mr. Epstein began his lesson.

"Virgins are me favorite." Pete's voice grew infuriatingly lustful. John growled.

"Sod it."

John shot out of his chair and jammed his fist against Pete's chin. "John!" Mr. Epstein shouted. The class looked with gawking eyes. The noise pulled Paul out of his sleep and looked around. His eyes widened, most of the class stood around the fight.

"Fuckin' hell, John!" Pete shouted from the ground. John kept at it though. Paul tried to get a better look. It appeared to him that Mr. Epstein had run off for help and no one was stopping this. Classmates clambered at the doorway as Mr. Epstein ran back in, the principal coming after him. He grabbed John around his middle and pulled him off, Pete shot up with blood dripping from his nose. He took both lads by their collars and dragged them off to his office. Paul watched them go as Mr. Epstein tried to wrestle the class back to the lesson.

Paul couldn't help but try and search every crowd of students for John. Just to see if he'd been sent home. During his free period, he would usually help out the teachers, per their request. Most likely it'd be Mr. Epstein. He strolled over with the weight of the day on his shoulders. When he pushed the door open, he was met with Mr. Epstein, arms crossed and leaning on the desk. John and Pete were at the front table, grumbling forced apologies for disrupting the class, per the principals request. When Paul let the door fall, the noise flooded the room. The boys looked up and gave Paul odd looks that he couldn't identify. "Paul." Mr. Epstein walked up to him with a smile.