Don't Pass Me By // Mclennon

~ eleven ~

I remained silent for just a few moments, staring at the boy with a grin slowly spreading across my face.

"What the fuck, George?" I laughed, "Yer the most dramatic bloke I've ever met, ye really are."

George crossed his arms and glared back at me, "S'not a joke, ye know. I think we oughta talk abou' everythin' that has happened, lately."

I sighed and leaned up against the wall once more, "Oh, this'll be good."

"John, I... I know ye fancy Paul... And... I also know that ye heard everythin' I said abou' ye." George explained. "I mean, I said it pretty loudly for a good reason."

My face contorted to a look of confusion and slight anger, "George, yer insane. Yer seein' somethin' that jus ain't there." I insisted.

"Ah, jus shut it up, Lennon. I'm not oblivious like the others are! So, quit the charade, already." George shouted, "I see the way ye look at him ...and the way ye can't keep yer hands off him! It's all clear as day to me. ...I know it, you know it. ...Yer bloody queer, ...ain't ye?"

I glared at the boy and started to lean closer to him, "And why the Hell do ye care so much to know?! Why is it so important for ye to know if I like Paul?! Why are ye pressing me so hard for all this?!" I shouted at George, getting closer to him with every word, "Is us bein' friends a crime, now?"

"...Could be." George was now looking up with me, still frustration in his eyes, "Look, I'm jus right worried abou' my best mate! That's all. I don't want him to go and make the biggest mistake of his life! If there's even a slight possibility of me preventing this, then I'll take it." George paused, "He's got a girlfriend, anyroad, John."

"Yeah. Exactly." I said, backing away a bit, "There's no way I'd ever want to date a bloke, Geo. ...I mean, I chat shit abou' a lot of things, but I could never-"

"Yer a shit liar." George snapped. "Ye know what yer doin' is illegal, right?"

"Fuck! What's yer problem, Geo?! Do ye like Paul or somethin'?!" I gripped my hands into a fist.

George threw his head back in laughter, "No, I'm not a fag like ye are, John."

That was it.

I pulled my fist back and slammed it into George's jaw as hard as I could, resulting in him shooting backwards and hitting his head against the wall.

George looked back up at me and rubbed the area I hit, "Ye bastard!" He stood up quickly and jumped at me, resulting in me to grab his hand and pulling it down.

"Go back to class, Geo." I growled quietly, "And quit worryin' abou' everythin' so much, alright? Things that don't involve ye."

He looked back at me with deep hatred in his eyes. Pulling away, he stormed out the washroom.

I chuckled as I pulled a cigarette out of my carton, lighting it between my lips.

"What a weird lad." I said to myself, puffing smoke out as I spoke. I hope he got all the answers he was looking for.

I finally left the washroom after putting the cigarette out in a sink. I then walked down the hallways until I ended up back in my classroom.

"You were gone for a while, weren't you?" The teacher asked as I shut the door behind me.

I paused and smiled nervously, "Trust me, I wasn't doing anything too excitin', now."

The class giggled to themselves as I took my seat in the back.