Mysterious Boy - McLennon

3.

John's first lesson of the day was maths, which, to him was boring whichever teacher taught it in whatever high school across the entirety of the universe. But he had met his first friend of the day, a brunette named Stuart.

Most of the people were nice to him, to say he was new and all. But he could tell some were faking it, for example, some of the girls. He could put the girls into categories of how nice they were and how not nice they were just by looking at the amount of makeup they wore on their faces.

Some tried to flirt with him, a lot of them checking him out in the corridor when they were waiting for their teacher to unlock the door. But John, lets say, didn't swing that way.

John had known he was into guys ever since the beginning of high school. The difficult part for him wasn't finding out that he was gay, it was coming to terms with it. You see, he'd known that he wasn't straight since year 7, but had kept it hidden due to his friends. They were good people, but their constant use of gay slurs and jokes never failed to convince John they'd hate him.

But who knew, maybe this year would be different. His old friends weren't here, and he was at The Liverpool Institute, not Quarrybank. Maybe at this school he could be a bit more... Free?

The thoughts of what it would be like to be free and out clouded John's mind for a few seconds as he made his way to his second lesson, PE. However, when someone knocked into him, falling onto the floor infront of him, the thoughts disappeared for a few short seconds.

The boy that was lay on the wooden floor, was no other than the same boy from that morning. The one that smiled at him so sweetly, giving a wave in his direction. Soon enough, John snapped out of his catatonic state, quickly understanding that the boy was on the floor.

"Shit..." John muttered, bending down to the face the brunette. He was sat on the floor, rubbing his head with one hand and adjusting his backpack straps on the other. "Oh my... Are you okay?"

The boy looked up to him, his eyes squinted as he looked up at John.

"Yeah..." He nodded, and John offered his hand for him to take.

"John..." John introduced himself, watching the boy in front wipe the probably 20-year-old dust away from his blazer.

"I- Paul..." He smiled, glancing up slightly as he continued to brush himself off.

"I suppose you're in Year 11, eh Paul?" The boy looked up to him slightly.

"Mhm..." He dragged the word out.

"So do you have PE aswell?" John asked, as innocently as he could.

In all honesty he fucking hated PE. His last PE teacher was a nasty bastard, and his friends used to pretend they were injured so they could mess about on their phones in the changing rooms.

"Aye..." He started, before shrugging. "Well, I should do..."

"Should do?"

"I never go to PE... Always skip it..." Paul shrugged.

Paul skipped PE?

Sure, John wasn't unfamiliar with skipping PE, he'd done it a few times back at Quarrybank. But he could not see Paul skipping PE at all.

Those perfect eyes were not the kind of eyes to be put on the face of a boy who skips classes. Those words had shocked John to the core.

"What? Think that because I look... Pristine... I've never done somethin' I shouldn't?" He bit his lip as he spoke, raising his eyebrows. "Never skipped a class..."