Mysterious Boy - McLennon

5.

When the bell called for the end of the day, John headed straight for the detention hall. He wasn't happy about it, not one bit, but was glad he'd get to see Paul again. He wanted to apologise to Paul for getting caught, even though deep down he knew it wasn't just his fault...

But when he walked in the room, it was empty. Most of the chairs were stood on the tables, and there wasn't a teacher inside. John figured he was just early, the bell had only just gone, after all. So he took a chair from the top of the desk, and sat down, waiting.

After fifteen more minutes, the teacher still hadn't turned up, neither had Paul for that matter. John knew that if he left he would be in deep shit, but he didn't want to stay on his own in there, not at all.

And so he left, leaving the classroom swiftly and continuously checking behind his shoulder to check for teachers. Eventually though, he got out of the school, and immediately pulled out his phone to call Victoria.

"John?" Victoria asked.

"Yeah, it's me. You're on the bus, yeah?" He asked, eagerly.

"Aye I am. And so's Jules."

"Good, great." He relaxed.

"Where were you?" She asked, and John could just hear the smirk on her face.

"Just got caught up..." John lied.

"You were in detention." Victoria laughed.

"Yeah, I was in detention..." He huffed. "Not like Ma' or Da'll care though is it?"

"Lucky."

Not lucky.

"Alright I'm hanging up the phone now." Before she could say bye, he had clicked the end button, mentally groaning to himself.

His parents wouldn't care about detention, it's be surprising if they even realised he was home late. It's not that they didn't care about him, because they did, they just didn't bother with him. It was like they were always too busy with other things to have any time for him.

They were alright with his sisters, more so Julia than Victoria, and John just wished he knew why. Why did they hardly acknowledge him? They never kissed him goodnight, never sang to him when he was younger...

Hell, they never even told John that they loved him.

"Boo!" John jumped at the voice and the hands that grasped at his coat and whipped his head around.

"What the hell, Stuart?" He laughed, noticing they boy walking behind him, a grin on his face.

"Sorry, you just looked so out of it, I couldn't not." The younger boy smirked at him.

"Why're you still here?"

"Got held back for messing about, miss and I had a great chat." A smirk appeared on his lips, and John just snickered, shaking his head as they continued to walk. "So why're you late out, then?"

"Detention."

"Damn, on your first day?" He seemed shocked.

"Aye."

"I didn't think you were that much of a rebel, John." They both chuckled. "Go on then, what'd you do?"

"Was caught smoking in the bathrooms during PE."

"Smoking?" Stuart grinned. "Old school, I see."

They both laughed again, John nodding, before it fell silent, the only noise being the traffic on the road. But John wasn't thinking about the traffic, or even Stuart.

"What do you know about Paul McCartney?" John asked, abruptly.

"Paul McCartney? The scrawny boy with brown hair?" Stuart asked.

"Uh... Yeah?"

"I know that his Mum died in year 9..." John frowned. "And I know that he's always rather jumpy, disappears in PE and always wears like fuckin'... Three layers."

"Oh..."

"Why?" Stuart questioned, but before John could even think of a reason, Stuart seemed to understand. "Oh my god, you didn't skip with him did you?" He laughed.

"Aye."

"No way. No way you smoked with Paul McCartney!" He was in disbelief, and it made John want to chuckle.

"I did- We did. Infact, they were his cig's..." Stuart gasped, over the top for dramatic effect, but it was clear he was definitely in shock.

"No..."

"Yeah. But I said they were mine..."

"Why? God, John. Sir will probably have called your parents if you said they were yours..." He pointed out.

"I know." John laughed once more.

"God John..." They reached a bus stop, and Stuart stopped, patting his back. "This is my stop, then. Good luck with your parents."

"They won't care." He said it as if it was a joke, but it was true.

"Lucky."

Not lucky.

They said their goodbyes, and John continued walking, with only one boy on his mind.